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5月21日 A Creation of GodGod’s creation, the universe: a vast array of planets, stars, moons and more, wrapped up into an even grander collage of galaxies, strung out as far as the electronic eye can see. A pure wonder to behold from the heavens, above all knowledge and imagination that our simple human minds can comprehend. And there, in the midst of it all sits a world designed for worship and praise befitting the Creator - the King Himself. A world so small within the clutches of space, and yet so loved that it is offered hope beyond compare. Starting out as clay in His hands, the world took shape. The mountains sprang up, the seas roared with new life, and the air sang with birds, stretching their wings in flight. The rolling hills were filled with lush green grass, and the valleys strewn with flowers scented to calm the weariest of souls. The beasts grew in numbers filling the land, while the rivers and lakes writhed with uncountable species. And then…God’s ultimate creation came to be- the creation that would be able to commune with Him, love Him, and honor Him. The human race, destined to disappoint their King, was given a chance despite all odds - despite the sin that crept into their weak hearts. God knew when He suspended Earth in space, that it would be filled with the fire of hate, and yet burn with love when a soul would finally see Him. God created our world despite our inadequacy, so that we might have a chance to know Him. With each new arrival of new life, God foresaw their future. He knew each step they would take, each tumble they would endure. And in this world He continued to plant hearts and minds that would carry out His ultimate purpose. Some men were created like the sunflower, standing firm and fixed only on the sun, examples of stamina and courage. Some were made to stand out as roses, shedding beauty that reflects God’s goodness, yet protecting themselves, ready to battle the foe with thorns sharpened by His hand. There were those who would strive with fellowship, as larkspur gains strength and unity planted side by side. Equipped to stand alone, some men were formed like the cactus, with a rough exterior and unattractive spines, yet daring and powerful to withstand the dry sands and heat of life. There were others, created as lilies, to bloom for a short while, giving peace, and nurturing souls with words of wisdom before leaving the world. Some were formed delicate and frail like the bleeding hearts, offering soft comfort to the weary. And still others God shaped to last, though not always in bloom, to provide hedges of protection, shade and shelter like the hastas that grow each year. With each season coming and going, God tended His garden - His love. Weeds of doubt, anger and fear crept around the roots of His beloved. Some men held fast, resisting the choking vines and shadows that blocked the sun’s warmth. While others withered, unable or unwilling to face the hardships designed to strengthen. The garden still stands today, though crowded with more weeds and flesh-eating insects than ever. Buildings tower high above our heads, and smog dirties the air. Billboards present images that leave nothing to the imagination, and filth plagues the television and magazines. Words designed to tear down and curse are hurled in every direction, reverberating even in the most resistant of ears. The flowers…God’s cherished creation…sits in a dark world, corrupt and bound for an eternity lost without Him. But still, as only a speck in the vastness of God’s great universe, the warmth of His breath can still be felt. His life-giving water still nourishes the driest of hearts. His Word can still rid the most overgrown soul of all weeds. For He knows that one day, His garden will shine again. One day, His garden will live in an eternity of peace and joy, fully enveloped in His presence, and able to see the world through His eyes. To see the galaxies spread across the great expanse…to experience the view from Heaven itself… As I bask in God’s sunlit garden, I await the day I will be chosen, taken up from this earth to rest at His feet. 2月23日 I am a CrossI hang delicately from a silver chain that hangs around my wearer’s neck. She dons me every Sunday to accent her fine clothes or match her quaint earrings. I glimmer in the sunlight and collect the compliments towards my beauty, from those whose eyes look for good appearance. I am a cross, whose meaning is shallow. Imprinted on a smooth leather cover, I am carried all over town, proudly displayed on an open table, a car’s dashboard, or in the hand of my carrier. The pages beneath me are never opened, keeping my looks ever new without wrinkle or crease. I show the world that a Christian character exists, even if the words inside of me go unread. I am a cross, molded by two-facedness. I stand on a pedestal before the long row of church pews. I am adorned with gold and rubies, shimmering under the lights. The faces of those who come to seek clean consciences are reflected in my glowing frame. The crowd is drawn to me as I remain an unfailing symbol of wealth. I am a cross of pride. My home is a dark pocket, shared with loose change, a broken watch and an occasional scrap of lint. Once in a while I am allowed a breath of fresh air, but only before being tossed into a jewelry box to keep company with other forgotten pieces. My days are dreary as I represent a light hidden from the world by someone more intent on being accepted than sincere. I am a cross, suffocated by fear. I cast a long dark shadow on the ground from my position on the hill. I am worn and old, yet stronger every day. My limbs are scarred with holes from brutal nails, and a twisted ring of thorns remains embedded in my fibers. A sign still hangs from my highest point to mock the One who was killed on me. I am not a beautiful sight, yet the weary find rest at my feet. I don’t reflect the sun or sing of wealth, but my stains of blood give hope to searching souls. I am not an instrument of pride, flashiness or hypocrisy. My purpose is to stand as a reminder of time past, when a Savior of the world was sacrificed upon my wood - when the earth trembled and thunder shook the skies. I remain the humble symbol of salvation to keep alive the everlasting message of the One sent by God to take away all sin. I am the cross of Jesus Christ. …Which cross do you revere? 1月2日 Changed VisionTen blocks and twelve clothing stores after the intention of some quick window-shopping, Kaylee grabbed Sandra’s arm. “Hey, I’m starving. Let’s eat here.” Sandra looked up skeptically to the bar’s neon sign. “You sure?” “Yeah! I hear they have great burgers.” Before Sandra could refuse, Kaylee pulled her into the dimly lit bar and grill. Sandra choked on the cigarette smoke and cringed at the loud music. “I don’t really like this.” “Oh, here’s a table.” Kaylee hadn’t even heard her friend’s words. After the two girls were seated, Sandra ventured several glances around the room. Chills ran down her spine as she saw a man who looked half-dead. She tried to focus on something else, but her eyes came to rest on a woman with tears streaming silently down her face. Sandra desperately looked to the bar, only to see the bartender somehow managing to clean a shot glass while shackles adorned his wrists. “Helloooo…” Kaylee waved a hand in front of Sandra’s face. “What are you eating?” Sandra suddenly realized that the waitress was standing at their table. “Um, I…haven’t decided.” She fumbled with the menu, trying not to notice the chains that hung from the waitress’ shoulders and cascaded onto the floor. “I…I think I need some fresh air.” “Sandra!” Kaylee followed her back out into the sunshine. “What is wrong with you?!” Sandra took several deep breaths to calm herself. “I saw them again…” “The crazy people?” “They’re not crazy! They’re…hurt. Chained. Dead. I don’t know. Didn’t you see them?” Kaylee looked at her friend sympathetically. “No. I saw nothing out of the ordinary. All I wanted was a cheeseburger.” Sandra threw up her arms. “My vision is screwed up and all you can think about is food!” “I think you should talk to Doctor Hughes.” “He’s your shrink!” Kaylee scowled. “He’s a doctor. Maybe he’ll know why you’re seeing things.” “I’m not seeing things. They’re real!” Tears sprang into Sandra’s eyes. “Why won’t anyone believe me? I’ve been seeing these horrible things for three years now. I can’t take it anymore!” Kaylee sighed, showing her impatience. “I tried to tell you it’s that nutty church. This all started after you got involved with that…that Bible study and started talking about God all the time.” She pointed toward the center of town. “Just go to Doctor Hughes and get some meds to clear up whatever it is that’s making you see things.” Sandra felt a whole new wave of sorrow. “But…but I love church…and God too.” “Oh, quit!” Kaylee raised her voice. “Don’t start preaching instead of admitting you have a problem. You always use your religion as some excuse, and I won’t be tricked into it, lest I start seeing weirdoes in handcuffs too!” Sandra shuddered as a heavy chain appeared around Kaylee’s neck. It twisted and writhed until it had enveloped Kaylee’s throat, threatening to choke her to death. “K-K-Kaylee!” New tears surged down Sandra’s cheeks. “This can’t be happening! Don’t let the chains kill you!” “Come on!” Kaylee felt herself over, trying to show Sandra she was in no danger. “I’m fine!” “No you’re not.” Sandra shook her head, and turned to flee, desperate for relief. “Calm down, Sandra.” Pastor John’s deep voice soothed Sandra’s shaking body as he guided her into a chair. “It happened again, didn’t it?” Sandra nodded, and blew her nose. “Yes. But it was worse this time. I saw Kaylee in trouble too.” Pastor John took a seat behind his desk and sighed. “You know why this is happening.” “But…I don’t want to believe it. There can’t be that many condemned people.” “Sandra, you know when you gave your life to Christ that you received new eyes. Your vision is different now. You’re seeing things in a whole new way.” “It hurts,” Sandra sniffed. “I know.” Pastor John nodded. “It’s not supposed to feel good.” “How do I cure myself?” “You can’t.” Pastor John smiled gently. “The only thing you can do is give those suffering souls the Key to ending their sorrow. The Key to unlock those chains that their sins and rejection of the Truth have created.” He rested a hand on his worn Bible. “Give them new vision, Sandra. Help them see God’s love.” 7月28日 The Best OfferThe Lord sent Jesus to die. He gave His only Son to offer Everlasting life. Crucified brutally on a cross, Jesus Rescued us from our sins. Out of torture came love. From Suffering came healing. Sin was no longer in control. Whoever believes will be saved. And those who listen can rejoice. For Satan’s days are numbered. Forgiveness came at a price. The Offering of love was wrought with trials. Redemption didn’t come easy. But… You can have it. It’s yours. Offered to everyone, salvation still remains. Unending peace…how ‘bout it? 6月20日 I'll Do It TomorrowWendy pointed to the bucket under the sink that echoed loudly with each drip of water that splashed into the growing pool. “We have to get this fixed!” Bob zipped up his jacket and continued his route to the door. “Don’t worry, Hon. I’ll do it tomorrow.” Wendy sighed, throwing up her arms with disgust. “That’s what you always say.” But her words went unheard as the door swung shut. “So when are you gonna talk to your parents?” Phoebe shrugged. “Tomorrow?” Sandra leaned back in her chair and sipped her soda pop. “That’s what you said last week.” Phoebe played with her straw and tried to enjoy the outside air despite her inner discomfort of knowing she had to do something she didn’t want to. “I know. But this time I mean it.” “Why not today?” “Just ‘cause. I’ll call them tomorrow. I promise.” “…And I failed!” Justin slammed his fist into the wall. “I completely blew it.” “Quit blaming yourself,” his father chided quietly. “There was nothing you could have done differently.” “Yeah, but that doesn’t change the outcome.” Justin crossed his arms stubbornly, wishing he could erase the entire day. His father laid a hand on his shoulder. “Get some sleep. This wasn’t the end. You’ll always have tomorrow.” So have you made a decision yet?” I looked my best friend in the eye and shrugged noncommittally. “I don’t know. I mean…I’m still not sure it’s for me.” “We’re talking about eternal life here,” Rebecca begged. “Are you willing to risk your soul on this? Forfeit the gift of love and peace?” “But I’m happy,” I argued. “I like being in control.” Rebecca looked at me sadly, but nodded. “Okay.” Guilt squeezed its way into my heart, trying to overtake my pride. Maybe Rebecca was right. “All right,” I relented. I knew it was the right choice. “I’ll come over tomorrow to really talk about it.” Tomorrow never came. The trumpet sounded. The Lord returned. The world as we know it, came to an end. Judgment day had arrived. Tomorrow? Don’t bet your life on the next twenty-four hours. They may never come. Act now. 6月2日 ...And I QuestionI look at war in the world and I question…where is God’s wisdom? I look at famine across the sea and I wonder…where is God’s care? I look at disease spread across the nation and I ask myself…where is God’s compassion? I see death in families near to me and I question…where is God’s mercy? I see hatred amongst my neighbors and friends, and I wonder…where is God’s love? I see wrongful acts of people committed every day and I ask myself…where is God’s judgment? And then I look toward the Heavens. I’m reminded of infinite power and I know the answers to my questions. God’s wisdom lies within His plan - sometimes only He can see. It’s up to us to have the faith to trust that He knows best. God’s care has already been show to us through generations past. Man has corrupted the current world, leaving most blind to the care that’s offered. God’s compassion lies within the promise of salvation through His Son. Earthly trials are not forever. Rather, we’re a mist, soon to dissolve. God’s mercy lies within His act of sending Jesus to die for us. Our lives on earth are meant not to last. Sorrow over death only comes to those who have not believed. God’s love lies within the pages of His Holy Word. He made each of us. He watches each of us. He’s given us a way to be a part of His family forever. Quarrels and fights are human’s own faults - God’s love must shine through us. God’s judgment lies within the end of time. When the earthly world ceases to be. Injustice happens every day, but the ultimate trial is yet to come. Which side will you be on? 4月27日 Prisoner at HeartI was a prisoner. Trapped in my own home. Miserable and alone, my own soul had become my prison. Chains held me down, cutting into my wrists and ankles. The darkness of my surroundings had long since seized my vision. My throat remained parched and sore, dying for just a drop of cool water to refresh my spirit. I loathed my decisions that had led me here. A byproduct of desires fulfilled by the world. I hadn’t noticed it at first. In the beginning, I hadn’t even seen the bars. But one by one, my sinful choices had led me down the dim hall, beckoning to me, calling me to come further into the dungeon. All I’d seen was light. Then the chains had tightened their cool grip and I had realized what I’d done. What a fool I’d been. What a sinful wretch I had become. And all because I’d been too proud to quit. All because I hadn’t wanted to admit I was wrong. And now I sat in complete isolation, my very soul crying for relief. Then I saw it. A glimmer of light. Closer and closer it came until I crouched in the shadows and hid my face, ashamed of the state I was in. And yet I yearned to reach out and be embraced by the light. I knew there was forgiveness. I knew there was love. Could I swallow my pride this once to accept the salvation being offered? My past deeds would be erased. The chains of my mistakes, guilt, sorrows and addictions would no longer hold me prisoner. The dungeon where I sat would be overthrown and I would be free…free at last to be enveloped by the cleansing blood of Jesus Christ. I slowly raised my face and cried out to God. I was sorry. So sorry. I wanted His love. I knew I’d been wrong. I wanted His assurance and peace. One by one, the chains fell to the ground. My prison of guilt and sin crumbled before my eyes until nothing was left but a clean late; a pure heart to be welcomed into the family of God. Tears streamed down my face as I wept in sweet joy. I was free. So free. God wrapped His mighty arms around me, never to let me go. And I knew that was where I belonged. My soul had been rescued at last. Has your soul been rescued? 4月3日 Before & AfterBefore: Sadness Loneliness Guilt Anger Hate Depression Turmoil Hurt Dissatisfaction Shame Destination: Death After: Happiness Eternal Family Freedom Peace Love Hope Joy Satisfaction Forgiveness Destination: Life …And you wonder why I chose to follow Jesus? 3月20日 The FragranceThe stench was almost unbearable. I gagged as I donned my clothes to prepare for the day. I had thought I’d get used to the smell, but it had just gotten worse. It had been forever embedded into me and even my clothes. None of my friends ever noticed, thank goodness. They were probably immune to it. Either that, or they were too doped up to care. I’d never gotten in that deep, but if it would put me out of this misery, it didn’t sound all that bad. I finally got up enough gumption to amble downstairs. Maybe some fresh air would do me good. Despite my efforts to douse my own foul odor with perfume and hairspray, I knew as I walked down the sidewalk that I’d provide great company for a skunk. No one seemed to mind though. Apparently they had the same problem I did or their noses had malfunctioned. Either way, I seemed to be safe. But it didn’t take away from the shame that had been buried deep within myself. I’d figured out long ago where my smell had come from. But despite my knowledge, I’d just piled on my wrong doings, until the stench had increased to the point where I had begun to hate myself. Every night I had come home late after countless lies to my boss, trips to the bar, or “good times” with the guys, no amount of showering could ever get me clean. I trudged down the sidewalk, inwardly wallowing in my misery. Suddenly, my nose caught a strong scent. It wafted on the morning breeze, blowing past my nostrils as if mocking me. The fragrance was as sweet as spring flowers - a scent my heart ached for. I stopped in my tracks and glanced all around, trying to find its origin. Had someone sprayed such a strong perfume in the air? Surely there were those as desperate as me. But as I looked around, I saw no one. I was alone, surrounded only by buildings. Again, the fragrance caressed my face, begging me to find where it had come from. I shrugged off the passing thought that I was going crazy, and headed into the breeze. The farther I walked, the stronger the scent grew until I found myself standing in front of a church. Its doors wide open, it beckoned me with its sweet smell, enveloping my senses. Cautiously, I mounted the stairs and slipped into the foyer. I could see into the next room where a preacher stood at his pulpit, speaking to a group of people. My nose was so ecstatic with the all too infrequent pleasantness, that I longed to stay. Taking a whiff of myself, I wondered if I’d be thrown out. But as I sidled into a pew next to a well-dressed elderly woman, I was greeted with a warm smile. Did she not notice I reeked? I breathed in deeply through my nose, and realized that those sitting around me were the origin of the fragrance - not the building itself. So how had they rid themselves of the vile smell I’d always possessed? My attention was diverted to the preacher’s words, and I was immediately drawn into the message. “Be cleansed,” he said. “Be forgiven. Accept Christ as your Savior and live only for Him. Rid yourself of the stench born of your sins.” The stench born of my sins? Of course, I knew that was it. I needed to change, and needed to do it before it was too late. Perhaps I was finally ready to admit I couldn’t cleanse myself on my own. That day, I didn’t bathe with more soaps and shampoos. Instead, I was washed in the blood of the Lamb and forgiven of my sins. Never before had I felt so clean and so alive. Where once I hadn’t been able to stand myself, now I could breathe deep the cleansing scent of salvation. I hadn’t needed bleach. I had needed Jesus. 2月26日 Different PerspectivesThink of the worst smell you’ve ever experienced. …Go ahead. Pretty gross, huh? Now imagine that’s how a lie smells to God. Think of the worse flavor you’ve ever tasted. Bitter? Just plain nasty? Now imagine that’s how cheating tastes to God. Think of the worse physical pain you’ve ever endured. Cringe just thinking about it? Now imagine that’s how God feels when you hate. Think of the most irritating sound you’ve ever had. A noise that drove you up a wall. Now imagine that’s what God hears when you take His name in vain. Think of the grossest thing you’ve ever seen. A sight that made you gag. Now imagine that’s how pride looks to God. Think of the saddest feeling you’ve ever felt. The kind that even crying couldn’t help. Now imagine that’s how God feels when one of His children rejects His very presence. …Sin in perspective. Think of the warmest feeling you’ve ever had. You know, that warm fuzzy feeling when a loved one wraps their arms around you and you know everything will be okay. Now imagine falling into the arms of Jesus, the eternal Healer and Redeemer. Think of the most exciting moment of your life. One of triumph and pride. Now imagine accepting the love of Christ and triumphing over evil. Think of the most peaceful place you’ve ever been. Quiet…serene…no distractions or worries. Now imagine how you’d feel if God were in control of your life - completely His, enveloped in His will. Think of the most fun you’ve ever had. A time you simply let loose to enjoy yourself and the company around you. Now imagine living in Heaven for eternity, surrounded by brothers and sisters in Christ. Think of the person you’ve trusted the most. The one you could depend on for anything. Now imagine placing that trust in the Lord Almighty - the God who never changes, never makes a mistake, and never goes back on His word. Think of the greatest joy you’ve ever felt. Where a smile can’t even do justice to your bursting emotions. Now imagine yourself meeting God face-to-face, redeemed by the blood of His Son whom you accepted as your Savior. …Christianity in perspective. 1月30日 Entangled HeartI crawled out of my hole just long enough to squint into the darkness, before ducking back into my cave. The air had become increasingly stale over the last few years, and now I feared the end was soon to come. Getting out of my cave was more dangerous than ever - the terrain harsher than ever, with pitfalls at every turn. But I needed to get out. Claustrophobia was setting in, and my mind screamed at me to exit the dim clammy walls. Finally, I emerged and stood up straight to take a deep breath. The foggy air caught in my throat as I choked on the putrid smell of the nearby swamp. I doubled over, wheezing until I caught my breath. Slowly, I made my way down the dark, overgrown path, stepping over ruts, stones and mud holes. Seeing in the dark had become natural to me during the months gone by, but every day, the light faded more. My only hope came from the long shadows that were cast across the ground, proving that light still existed…somewhere. Not paying attention for just a moment, my foot caught on something I hadn’t seen. My face plowed into the dirt, mud and swamp scum filling my mouth. Gagging, I pulled myself to my knees, spitting out the grime. Disgusted, I rubbed my sore shin and turned to look at what had caused me to fall. A thick vine had crept across the trail before slithering up a nearby tree. I grimaced, my eyes narrowing in anger. “Greed,” I hissed. “I should have known. I’m sick of all this!” Standing with a huff, I wiped my face on my shirtsleeve and took a good look around. I had known the tangled mess existed, but having no power over my surroundings, I’d tried to ignore it. Vines had grown up from the small seeds planted long ago, and now entangled everything in sight. Over my cave, through the brush, and around the trees, they choked the life out of everything their tantalizing stems touched. My home - this place - used to be bright and full of light, brimming with life and happiness. But once those seeds had been planted, there had been no stop to the havoc they wreaked. In time spent alone, I’d identified and named most of the ugly intruders. The first to have sprouted was Pride. Growing quickly, it soon had overshadowed its own corner, spreading out to infect the cracks and crevices that had been neglected. It had nourished its own repulsive growth, soaking up all the light that had then been bright. Next had come a vine not quite as strong. But wiry and fast, Anger had soon enveloped another portion of my home. After that, new vines had sprung up everywhere, uncontrollably at speeds immeasurable. Lies, Greed, Hate, Jealousy and Arrogance all invading my world. They stretched across any open space, their poisonous leaves infecting anything within their grasp. Once a beautiful landscape, my home now lay in ruins. But the worst part for me was not that I’d been pushed away, driven to live in a cave with dirt and grime. It was that my host hadn’t seemed to care. He was the one who had allowed my world to be destroyed, and yet, day by day, he only fed those wretched vines, choking the very life from himself. I angrily kicked at a stone, sending it flying into the murky waters. “You turned your heart into a swamp!” I shouted. “You’re killing yourself!” But I knew my words would go unheard. My host had long since given up listening to his conscience. I trudged back to my cave, weary just from the emotional strain it took to move about. Maybe one day before it was too late, the light would return. Maybe one day, the heart I lived in would find the true answers to life. Maybe, just maybe, the vines would wither, and new life would flourish once again, my host having been washed clean and forgiven of his past. The light was growing almost too faint to see. Soon, total darkness would take over, suffocating me completely. But it hadn’t happened yet. One could only hope. Is your heart entangled? Have vines overtaken the love, laughter and peace? There is hope. But it doesn't come from a weed killer. It comes from Jesus Christ. He is the only one who can rid the heart of vines that entangle. He is the only one who can let the light back in. Have you accepted His love? Will you accept His love? (Check out the "Updates" link above to receive automatic alerts every time I update my space!) 1月8日 A Conversation With God“Why me?!” “Because I have a plan for you.” “But why the pain?” “Because it will make you stronger.” “Oh, come on! Why should I suffer?” “Life is not perfect.” “No, but why isn’t it?” “Because man sinned.” “Well how come I have to pay for it now?” “You didn’t.” “What?” “You aren’t paying for it.” “Well, I’m suffering!” “It’s already been paid for.” “…All right, I give up. What are you talking about.” “You said you were paying for man’s sin.” “Well, aren’t I? I try to do what’s right, but everything goes wrong. My car broke down, my bills are overdue, my kids are sick. And you say life’s not perfect because of sin. So how is it I’m not paying for it?” “I told you, it’s already been paid for.” (Sigh) “Okay…you might as well explain. I know you’ll keep bugging me if I don’t let you now.” “My Son already paid the price for man’s sin.” “Your who?” “My Son. His name is Jesus. I’ve been meaning to introduce you to Him, but you’ve been too busy.” “Oh. Well…how did He pay for sin anyway?” “He died…On a cross……As a sacrifice.” “You sound sad.” “Why wouldn’t I? He was my only Son.” “Oh. So…He paid for it, huh?” “Yep. But He’s alive again. And if you get to know Him, one day you can meet Me face to face too.” “Huh. That would be cool.” “Yes.” “So…Your Son…He suffered a lot?” “Yeah.” “I suppose dying on a cross…I mean…that wouldn’t be too fun, huh?” “No, it wasn’t. But He loved you enough to do it.” “Me? I thought He did it for man’s past sins.” “He did it for all sin.” “Oh. So if the reason He died was for all sin, and I sin, then…I guess that means part of it’s my fault, huh?” “In a way.” (Pause) “I suppose….” “Yes?” “Well, I suppose my trials here on earth can’t compare to bearing everyone’s sin, then dying on top of it. I mean, I’ll get through these things, but what Your Son had to go through…I don’t think I could have done that.” “I know. That’s why it was His job instead of yours.” “So You never answered me.” “What? About your pain?” “Yeah.” “I told you I have a plan for you. You don’t listen too well, do you?” “But how…I mean…if it was partly my fault that Your Son died, why would You want to have anything to do with me?” “Because I love you.” “Really?” “Really.” “So You got a plan for me, huh?” “I sure do.” “Does it have a happy ending?” “It does if you trust me and have faith that I know what’s best.” “Hmm. Well…okay. I think I can try that.” “Good. Now…there’s a young man next door whose dad just died. He could use your help.” “Whoa, I know what it’s like to lose a dad like that.” “I know.” (Pause) “You knew all along didn’t you? That I’d be able to relate to this kid.” “Yes.” “So maybe I ought to look for the good in some of my problems instead of the bad, huh?” “That would be a good idea.” “Hmm. You think this kid knows about Your Son?” “He doesn’t yet. But I’m counting on you to tell him.” “Okay, sure. I think I can do that. Yeah…I’ll go over there now. …Oh, and uh, thanks.” “For…?” “My trials. I know now that in the big scheme of things they’re pretty little. After all, if You care enough about me to send Your only Son to die on a cross…for me….then I know You’ll take care of me now.” “Now you’re talking. I knew you’d see things my way.” 11月26日 Something BeautifulI sat in the plush red chair in the hall, my feet tired from walking the tiled floor. I’d seen enough paintings and photographs to last a lifetime, but the intriguing artwork beckoned me to stay and explore more. All I needed was a quick rest. As I relaxed, I let my eyes follow the other visitors who walked through the museum, casually glancing at the elegant pictures. One older woman caught my eye as her strong perfume made its way to my nostrils. She was nicely dressed, and walked with her chin held proudly in the air. I watched her until she stopped at a painting I hadn’t noticed before. All of a sudden, she snatched a handkerchief from her purse to cover her mouth as her face turned a shade of green before paling, as if met by a hideous scene that encouraged nausea. The woman appeared to gag, then shook her head in disgust before walking briskly away, her shoes clicking on the floor. “Disgraceful,” she muttered. “What gore to have in a place of respect.” I squinted across the hall to see the painting, but I was too far away to make out what it was. Before I could even think about rising, a teenage girl and boy sauntered up to the picture, blocking my view. I heard he scantily clothed girl giggle as she pulled her hand from the boy’s grasp. “Look at that,” she pointed. “Get a load of all that blood.” “Yeah,” the boy snorted. “Looks like ketchup to me.” “Heh. The man on the right looks like he’s gonna throw up.” The boy’s laughter echoed through the atrium. “So would I if I was next to what’s left of this guy.” After a few more jabbing remarks, the couple left, leaving me even more curious. I finally got up enough gumption to stand, but a close-by water fountain’s appeal was stronger than the painting. As I leaned down to drink, I saw a man approach the mysterious picture. I half expected a severe reaction from his as well, and found myself staring at him. Even from my distance, I could see his face redden, his lips tightening into a thin embarrassed line. He looked at the painting for only a few moments before stuffing his hands in his pockets and trudging away, his head hung in shame. I couldn’t stand my puzzlement any longer. I left the water fountain and aimed for the other side of the hall. Just before I reached my destination though, another young man scooted in front of me, blocking my view yet again. “Ha! What idiot did this anyway?” The man shook his head in exasperation. “What a poor excuse for a painting. The setting is all wrong, the hairstyle is absurd, and my word, all the blood is hideous.” He turned and suddenly noticed my presence. “Some religious freak with a paintbrush. Should have read up on some historical facts before playing with art.” I gave a short polite nod, and sidled past him to finally gaze upon the picture that had caused such an array of emotions. My breath caught in my throat as a chill ran down my spine. A mixture of anger and sorrow flooded my heart. Anger for the way this painting had been mocked, and sorrow for the mockers’ souls. I stared into the eyes of my Savior as His love pierced my very being. Blood ran from His hands, feet and head, flowing freely to cover my sins. His face was twisted in anguish, but somehow, the scene was blanketed in peace. Jesus Christ hung from the cruel, wooden cross, a sacrifice for me. The nails that held Him there were gruesome reminders of my iniquities. The crown of thorns pushed brutally onto his head made fun of the One sent to give life. Hung between two thieves - my King who gave His life for the very ones who mocked Him. A tear ran down my cheek and I saw a woman glance at me with disdain, but I didn’t hide my grief. This painting was not appalling or humorous to be criticized with conceit. This painting was the very essence of something beautiful. The gruesome picture of Christ on the cross, may seem ugly to some, but for those who have experienced salvation made possible through Christ's sacrifice and conquering of death, find the picture beautiful. To some, His sacrifuce brings fear and doubt. But to those who have chosen to believe, the ultimate sacrifice brings hope and peace. What do you see in the painting? 11月17日 RaindropsA bright star shines through the grass, its light seen for miles. It clings precariously, yet courageously to the tender blade of meadow grass it was so forcefully thrown upon. Bobbing in the gentle summer breeze, it magnifies anything near, its remarkable talent exposing the tiniest of details usually lost to the imagination. Single it may go unseen, but by the dozen, people stop and stare in wonder. Adorning the intricate tooling of a spider’s web, each shimmering beacon reflects the morning sun to bring into beauty what would otherwise have gone unnoticed. A camera clicks, and the still awe of the moment is captured in time forever, to be gazed upon even after the threads of silk are gone. Their flight begins from up above, falling on a mission from God. Rolling down the rough shingles, into the gutter and through the drain, each individual reflections of the darkened sky mingle together in one glorious stream to give life-giving nourishment to the earth below. Mixing and matching, their force grows in number as they’re trampled underfoot and caught up in the sound of blissful giggles. Hurled downward from the clouds, a lightning bolt reveals the spherical form. Gathering speed as it descends through the storm, it hits the earth with stunning impact, shattering into a million pieces. Joined by the thousands, each delicate work of God becomes a terror to the flooded land as the river rages undaunted by its banks. Gently it rolls down the soft pink petal to rest, deeply nestled within the protective wings of spring’s delicate icon. Its home plucked from the garden, it travels to a new haven to be pampered and adored within a fine vase of freshly cut flowers. Basking in the warm light of the window, it sparkles to catch the attention of those who pass. Though ignored across the sea where the lushness of green is taken for granted, here the skies are watched in expectation. The sand is whipped from the ground and spirals out of control in a gust of wind, as the cooling fragrance is tasted in the air. Hopeful eyes squint with smiles as hands reach out to catch the long awaited renewal to the land. Once a cursed hindrance to the body, the cold moistness becomes a blessed veil. Slowly trickling down through the pain and sadness, it mingles with the salty droplets to hide the traces of sorrow. Each miniature pool of refreshing life caresses a face wrought with trials unspoken. Joined together to form a moving curtain against the darkened clouds, they meet the sunlight in the air. Unable to contain the vivid light, a rainbow bursts through their walls, casting an array of color across the sky. Gazed upon with joy and wonder, a reminder is given of the promises of God. One last raindrop slams hard onto the rough wood surface. It quickly rolls down the side, pulled along by gravity, but slows as it curves around the jagged hole. Losing its grip, it falls to the ground, now stained a crimson red. Descending to the earth, it lands softly at the foot of the cross, unnoticed within a picture that would be forever burned into the minds of men. God has given us the most precious gifts. His creation, if we would only stop to see it. His mercy, if only we would realize. His Son, if only we would believe. Not a raindrop goes unnoticed by God - not a soul escapes His gaze. 11月8日 True IdentitiesMy name is Bob. I’m a construction worker. I work long days and hard hours. I can’t afford to give my family the best of everything. I don’t wear the nicest clothes. I work around other men who use foul language. I drive a beat-up car that I bought used. I live in a neighborhood that police often visit. My name is Bob, and I teach second grade Sunday school at my church. Philippians 2:12-13 - Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed—not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence—continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose. No matter where we have come from, My name is Sarah. I’m a waitress. I work seven days a week. I support myself and my teenage son on minimum wage and tips. My jeans have holes in the knees and I wear hand-me-down t-shirts to the grocery store. I walk miles a day because I don’t have a car. My name is Sarah, and I sing in the choir at my church. John 15:18b-20 - As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. As Christians, we will not be popular in this world. My name is Linda. I work part-time at a gas station to help support my husband’s income. We live in an apartment that needs paint and a new roof. I own one dress that I wear to weddings and funerals…otherwise my jeans or sweatpants have to do. My parents don’t approve of my lifestyle and have stopped all communication. My name is Linda, and I help care for babies and toddlers at my church on Sunday mornings. Proverbs 16:2-3 - All a man's ways seem innocent to him, but motives are weighed by the Lord. Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed. Despite the world’s hindrances, we can succeed My name is Jim. I work at an auto shop on the edge of town. I ride my bicycle to work because I can’t afford gas for my car. I’m a high school dropout, and have simply pursued my interests. I live alone and rarely spend time with family or friends, while my dog keeps me company. My name is Jim, and I help lead worship services for high schoolers on Wednesday nights. Acts 9:13-15 - "Lord," Ananias answered, "I have heard many reports about this man and all the harm he has done to your saints in Jerusalem. And he has come here with authority from the chief priests to arrest all who call on your name." But the Lord said to Ananias, "Go! This man is my chosen instrument to carry my name before the Gentiles and their kings and before the people of Israel. No matter what a man’s past, God can use him to do great things. My name is Alex. I work at the city dump. I get my clothes from the Salvation Army, and I don’t always smell the best. Sometimes I forget to comb my hair, or tuck my shirt in. I get tongue tied a lot, and am antisocial most of the time. My name is Alex, and I run the sound system at my church at least twice a week. Galatians 2:5-7 - We did not give in to them for a moment, so that the truth of the gospel might remain with you. As for those who seemed to be important—whatever they were makes no difference to me; God does not judge by external appearance—those men added nothing to my message. It doesn’t matter what we look like on the outside - we are instruments of God. My name is Rachel. I don’t have a lot of money. My wardrobe consist mainly of jeans and t-shirts, and I often wear hand-me-downs. My coworkers probably recognize all of my clothes. I don’t want to be rich or famous, and therefore people think I’m odd. I have no college education, and am not a genius. I have a temper, I’m stubborn, and I may not always say the right things. My hairstyle isn’t the most popular, and I don’t spend a lot of time with friends or people my age. My name is Rachel, and I live my life for God. I have found my place - right where God wants me. He doesn’t look at my outward appearance, but rather, He looks at my heart. He looks past my tousled hair and my hand-me-down t-shirts. He looks past my quirks and my flaws to simply bring out my best. Despite my looks, my weight, my personality, or my clothes, God knew all along where I belonged. Instead of closing the door on me because of who I am, He’s opened it wide for me to do His work. Instead of judging me because I’m not married or haven’t gone to college, He’s shaped me and molded me into who I am for Him, and Him alone. He’s taken me for who I am, and has given me opportunities I believe I never would have had, had I not allowed myself to simply be me. Jesus died for the despicable sinner that I am. God sent His Son to die for me. And He sent His Son to die for you too. Who are you? What has God looked past to make you who you are today? 8月31日 A Practical EquationSometimes there are simply no logical explanations. They don't call faith, "faith" for nothing... God + Touch = ? God + Listening = ? God + Sight = ? God + Smell = ? God + Taste = ? I don’t get it. Get what? These equations. Why? They just don’t add up. I’ve tried all day and it’s impossible to come up with answers. You sure that your formula is correct? Of course it’s correct! Here, let me show you. See? Hmm… you’re right. It does look like there’s a problem. But… But what? Well, what if some of your figures are backward? Backward? Why, that’s ridiculous. Look at them. I’ve successfully proven that God can’t be touched, heard, seen, smelled or tasted. Therefore, He can’t really exist. Well… Well what? Admit it. They didn’t make me a mathematician for nothing. No, but… give me that chalk. What? What are you doing? Don’t erase those! Here… If you just rearrange these here and reverse the actions, you get these: God + The Inability to Touch Him = Faith God + The Inability to Hear Him = Belief God + The Inability to See Him = Trust God + The Inability to Smell Him = Confidence God + The Inability to Taste Him = Dedication You see? Equations are used to come up with the logical. But things of the spiritual realm are not logical. Our human senses cannot completely comprehend the presence of God. Nor can equations made by man disprove His presence. The things on which we base our faith are practical. They make sense. They are useful in everyday situations. Faith has been proven to be effective. However, the things on which we base our faith are not logical. They may not be concluded with reasonable facts. They may not be proven with facts, but rather our thoughts or emotions. So, you’re just saying my equations were right. There are no answers. Precisely. So I was right…but I was wrong? You’re confusing me. No equation on the earth can prove or disprove God’s existence. One must simply believe. One must lay aside their human reliance on their senses and walk by faith. Only then will things add up. Only then will the answer reveal itself. So how can we explain the unexplainable? You tell me. We can’t. Exactly. We simply have to live by our faith and be an example of the answers God gives us. It’s like trying to describe love. We rely on tangible sights or feelings to explain it. But when tangible material is taken completely away, what’s left? A practical equation with an illogical answer. If it’s unexplainable, then why should we try telling others about it? If we don’t, who will? Just because it seems illogical to our finite minds, doesn’t mean it’s unimportant. Just because we cannot fully comprehend God, doesn’t mean He’s not there. Just because we cannot explain how the Holy Spirit prompts us, doesn’t mean the prompting doesn’t exist. It’s there, it’s simply a - Practical equation with an illogical answer. Exactly. So where does this leave us then? With a piece of chalk and an eraser. Let me erase these equations and draw you a picture. That’s a plus sign. No, it’s a cross. Jesus? Exactly. Without Him, there would be no rhyme or reason at all. Without Him, the illogical answers would be unimportant. Jesus was sent to die for our sins. He was a sacrifice instead of us. He took our place on a cross, crucified for our shortcomings. Jesus came. He died. He rose again. He offers everyone a chance to get to know Him. He offers everyone the chance of eternal life after death. Whether we can taste God or not isn’t the issue. The issue here is simply whether or not we choose to believe. Will you chase after answers to a logical equation? Or will you find that the answer is simply illogical but life-saving? Just because our minds can’t fully understand doesn’t make faith invalid. To explain the unexplainable is impossible. To live out the unexplainable is essential. Life: A - Yeah, I know, it’s a practical equation with an illogical answer. Precisely. 7月30日 Life BoatI stepped from the dock onto the gently swaying boat, my arms instinctively raised to my sides to keep my balance. My notebook rested in my leather bag that hung on my shoulder, reminding me of the relaxing time of creativity that was ahead. A day of vacation was all I needed. I wasn’t going to worry about my deadlines, and my phone was turned off. Today it was the wind and me, and I was going to sit back, enjoy my time alone, and finally finish my assignment. I wasn’t completely alone - there was the driver, and two other men, interested in fish. I was assured, however, that the left corner of the rear deck was mine. As the sight of the dock was lost in the distance, I settled back in my chair, notebook in hand and not a care in the world. The sun shone brightly on my face, the wind combed through my hair, and every once in a while, the churning water kicked up a slight mist, sprinkling me with cooling relief. It wasn’t long before the boat had settled on the pristine glass-like, drifting quietly with no land in sight. No land and no problems. The boat rocked softly and as my hand scribbled away on my notebook, the men’s voices were drowned out by the relaxing music that was playing through my headphones. Then it happened. I must have fallen asleep, because my neck was stiff, my mouth felt like cotton, and my pencil was on the floor. Great. I wasn’t going to get anything written at this rate. But what had woken me? I suddenly realized that the boat was rocking more than it had been earlier. The sun was covered in dark clouds, and the water’s ripples had increased to wave-sized swells, driven by a chilling wind. What was going on? I yanked my headphones off my head and stood, almost falling as a sudden wave rocked the boat violently. I asked the driver what was happening, and he informed me that an unexpected storm had come up. After that, everything became a blur. My assignment was forgotten as I was handed a rain coat and ordered to find a strong hold. A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed quickly by a deafening crack of thunder. Then the clouds broke loose. Rain came down in sheets, soaking the boat and anything in its path. The waves grew in size, continuing to toss the boat as if it weighed nothing. My feet slipped and slid on the deck as I clung desperately to the railing. The rain pelted my face and my hair was whipped around in the wind, blurring my vision. I could hear the men shouting, but couldn’t understand what they were saying. All of a sudden, my fingers slipped from the cool metal. I could feel myself falling, and reached out to grab at anything, but my fingers touched nothing. I felt as if I was being turned upside down and water suddenly filled my mouth and nose. I was no longer on the boat. Kicking in a panicked swim, I surfaced long enough to gasp for breath. I could barely make out the side of the boat which seemed to drift further and further out of my reach. Another wave covered me, and my lungs screamed for air. Just when I thought I’d drowned, I managed to resurface, gulping in the life-giving air. I don’t know how long I fought the waves. My arms and legs ached, but I knew I had to keep going. The waves churned around me, sending me up, then down again, under and out of the water, time and time again. The cold began to take its toll on me as my fingers started to numb. I could no longer feel my feet, and my legs soon acted as dead weights. I couldn’t hold on much longer. Then I saw it. The one thing that could save my life. Out of the darkness, a life preserver appeared, floating on the waves only inches from my hands. My survival instincts kicked in, and I thrashed against the water, never knowing how I managed to reach that preserver. The next thing I knew, I was being pulled aboard a rescue boat. I was safe at last. What if they had not come? What if I had not seen the life preserver? What if I had not wanted to reach it badly enough? My assignment was lost at sea along with one of the fishermen who had stayed with the smaller boat. But I had never before been so thankful to live. The boat = life. Gently sailing along, we often forget where we are headed. Engrossed in our activities of daily routines, and despite our efforts to “get away from it all,” we are endlessly at sea, drifting aimlessly toward a danger we don’t yet see. The assignment = distractions. Completely concentrated on one subject or one area of our lives, we often cannot see beyond it to what lies ahead. It may be our jobs, our family, or our own personal agenda. Despite efforts to succeed at that one task, we are lost because we forget to look up. The storm = life’s trials. They come unwanted and unexpected. Lost in our daily lives, we cannot see the hard times that hit us so hard in the face. Sickness. Job loss. Financial struggles. Death. Each one crashes down on us so hard that we cling to whatever railing we have, just to keep going. But the railings of this world cannot always hold us. The life preserver = Jesus. The one thing that can save us from this life. The one thing that can pull us up out of the waves and free us from the life-sucking water is Jesus Christ. All we have to do is reach out to Him, and He is there. Too many times it takes us too long to see He is there. We don’t look for Him before the troubles start. We don’t look for Him even as we’re tossed about at sea. Only when we’re on our last strand of strength do we finally see that He is there in front of us, waiting, peacefully and silently, for us to take His hand. But despite waiting, despite any procrastination, He is still waiting. A life preserver may diminish over time, but Jesus is everlasting, giving the gift of eternal life if we accept Him. The lost fisherman = lost people. Sadly, too many do not see the life preserver. Too many do not see Jesus. Clouded with sins and desires of this world, they ignore the fact that they are dying. Focused on pride, and believing they can save themselves, they go down with the world, never looking up to see the light of the rescue boat that holds the key to life. Who are you? Are you a lost fisherman? Can you see Jesus, the everlasting life preserver? All it takes is reaching out to Him. All it takes is giving up the reins and letting Him steer you in the right direction. Don’t go down with the boat. Don’t be lost at sea. Jesus loves you and is waiting, just for you. ******************************** To those who I have “met” through this blog and theirs, please be in prayer for me as I will be gone all this next week. I am attending (as a staff member) a Christian camp for deaf people. It is sponsored by the organization for the deaf where I am employed. Please pray for safety for all campers and staff, and for anyone there who needs to know the Lord. Lives have been changed at Deaf Camp in previous years, and I pray that this year God will be able to welcome more into His family as well. Thank you, and I’ll be back next weekend. 7月10日 Just Imagine...Imagine living with very few friends. Most people hate you. You do what’s right and uphold the law. But you’re still disliked. You’re talked about, gossiped about and lied about. You’re accused of terrible things and word has it that someone wants to kill you. How do you feel? Now imagine that you love these people anyway. You try to make them understand. You want to be loved by them. But it’s no use. They hate you for what you are, and wish you’d never been born. Then comes the real clincher. Your father needs a sacrifice. He wants to give all those people a way to reach him, but it’ll take a flawless sacrifice of love. Now you’re faced with disobeying, or dying for everyone who ever hated you. Think you’d back out? Let’s pretend you don’t. You agree to obey your father. And you thought people hated you before. Now they show it in every way. They make fun of you. They beat you and they spit on you. Pain shoots through your back as the flesh is ripped from your body by the lashing whip. Blood runs down your face and blurs your vision as the numbing pain of thorns are driven into your skull. Then they come with a cross. A mass of crudely shaped wood, designed especially for your torture. Insults are hurled your way as you trudge up the hill, stumbling along the way, the weight digging into your bruised and bloody shoulder. What happens next is a pure nightmare. You’re placed on the cross where spikes are driven through your hands and feet, barely missing your bones to be hammered into the hard wood, now stained with your blood. The pain become unbearable, but you remain conscious to suffer. As you’re raised above the crowd, the only emotion you feel is love. Your father can’t bear to look on you as you’re burdened with the sin of the world. Then, it’s over. You take your last ragged breath to proclaim the end, and darkness overcomes the land. Pretty gruesome, huh? Think someone would really go through all that? Think they’d die for people that hated them? Guess what? Someone did, and his name is Jesus. But His story didn’t end there. Three days later, He rose from the grave, sealing the redemption He offers. He did it to provide a way to eternal life by believing in Him, turning away from our sins, and following Him. He did it for His friends. He did it for His enemies. He did it for those who mocked Him and spit on Him. And He did it for you. Jesus died to live again and offer us eternity. Now how do you feel? 7月3日 Why Does This Always Happen To Me?Questions for God: Why did my car have to break down today, before I even got out of the driveway? Why did it have to rain, just on the day I planned a picnic? I’m short on money the way it is - why did I have to lose ten dollars today? Why did I have to sit around and do nothing because my computer wouldn’t work? Why did that woman spill coffee on me in the gas station, making me go home and change? I love my sister, but why did she have to call and talk for half an hour? I’ve worked through it, but why did my parents have to divorce? Why did my grandmother have to die, just when things were going well? Why did I have to cancel my vacation on a cruise because someone forgot my reservation? Answers from God: There was an accident on the highway today…I didn’t want you to be in it. A forest fire started a few miles from your house…I didn’t want your neighbors to lose their farm. A young woman needed to feed her children today, but couldn’t afford it…your ten dollars fed them for this week. You get way too stressed with your computer work…I wanted you to be able to sit and relax. Someone robbed the gas station…I wanted to make sure you were out of harm’s way. Your sister was contemplating suicide…talking with you convinced her to live. I didn’t want your parents to divorce…but a friend of yours will experience the same thing soon - I want you to be able to help her because of what you’ve experienced. It was time for your grandmother to go, and your neighbor’s grandmother just died. Will you help her through her grief? That cruise ship you wanted to go on…it’s going to sink. I didn’t want you to die yet. You know, so many times, we complain because little things throw off our schedules, or cause us to be late. They mess up plans, and throw monkey wrenches into things. But sometimes, we just need to sit back, and thank God, for having His hand in our lives. We may never know how close we’ve come to death, or how close we’ve come to getting hurt. But it’s nice to know that we can have Someone watching out for us every step of the way. God cares for you, and loves you. He wants to guide you through your life, giving you peace, comfort, and hope, while preparing you for life’s little or big quirks. It’s that simple.
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 6月27日 Perspective “God, speak to me! Show me You’re real!” I stand and stare at the dark sky, the loneliness creeping up on me yet again. Maybe tomorrow. I sigh with frustration and trudge back into the house. “God, where are You?!” I look out at the cold water, the boat lurching in the writhing sea, the mist stinging my face like a thousand needles. The sun is sinking…time to turn around. Maybe next time. “God, why won’t You show Yourself?!” I glance up at the grey, lonely mountain, with irritation. Maybe some other time. I had to go home. “God, quit hiding!” I stare at the grass as it waves it’s dark and taunting blades along the hillside. My walk had been worthless. Maybe tomorrow. “God, show me Your presence!” A raindrop hits me in the face and I grimace at the storm. Great. Now I’m going to get wet. Maybe it’ll be soon…maybe it’ll be never. I sit and ponder a while. Nothing seems to make sense. I’ve looked everywhere for my God, and cannot see His face. Everyone says He’s there. They all say I should meet Him. But where is His power? Where is His might? He ignores me, and never listens to me. He never speaks to me, and I cannot find Him. I’m tired of searching. I’m tired of sleepless nights of looking for His presence. Maybe He doesn’t really exist at all. Or...does He? I wonder…If I could do it all over again, and open my eyes just a little wider. If I could do those same things again, and just listen a little harder. What would I find? I stand and stare at the dark sky, and I notice all those stars. Millions and millions of stars, shining down on the earth. Bringing light to the dark, foretelling of the morning to come. “Oh…there You are.” I look out at the cold water, the boat cradled by the deep blue waves, the mist spraying my face with a cool, refreshing shower. The sun is sinking, spreading its golden rays across the water with a light so brilliant I have to shield my eyes. “Oh…hi, God.” I glance up at the grey, elegant mountain, in awe at the towering might it represents. The peak glows in white with sparking snow, pure and untouched by the world. “God, did You really put that there?” I stare at the grass as it waves back and forth, welcoming me to the lush green hillside, alive with birds and insects of every kind, shimmering in the warm sunshine. The breeze blows against my cheek, and I close my eyes, relishing the warmth. “Can I stay a little while longer here with You?” A raindrop hits me in the face and I smile at the rolling dark clouds. The lightning reveals the storm within, thunder echoing through the billowing plumes of grey, as it approaches like a train out of control. “Can I stay here to maybe catch a glimpse of the awesome power You have?” Perspective…it’s amazing what it can do. Stop and smell the roses. Stop and look at the sky. Stop and see…really see the presence of God in every little thing. He’s there…He’s always there. If only we will stop…and focus long enough to see Him in the things we once thought were drab. In the things we once thought were uninteresting. In the things we once thought were boring. He is there, and is waiting just for you. God is here, and is very real. Will you stop for just a moment? Will you stop long enough to meet Him face to face? Open your eyes and be surrounded by the love of God. It’s free. For God so loved the world… |
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