It is supposed to rain tomorrow. After 42 days of dry weather and warm sunshine, I am looking forward to the rain. Tomorrow there is a near 100% chance of gray skies, rain drops, mud, soggy shoes, and humid damp basements… and it will be wonderful. I’m tempted to plan a picnic lunch tomorrow just so I can get rained on, all the while reminding myself life was never meant to be all blue skies and sunshine.
This past Saturday, my son brought home a little puppy who is quickly wagging and nipping her way into our hearts. Last night we elected a new president. It’s bizare to think about, but I wonder which of the two events that happened this week will effect my life more? Of course I know the presidential choice is a much bigger decision than our decision to adopt a puppy. The president of the USA affects the whole world. But that’s not really the question I asked. My question is which will effect me personally more? I really don’t know. But I’m trying not to underestimate the power of the close by, everyday little things; how they effect me, and the effects I can have on others. I probably will never make even a small impact on the world… But I can make a big impact on my neighbor.
My hero of the Fall is the Spider Lilly. They shoot up from the ground, bursting forth with color and life when everything else is drying up and hiding from the coming winter. As I get older, I notice a tendency to want to sink in my cocoon and hide from the world at times. I don’t want to be like that. I want to be like the Spider Lily, bursting out with life, being a blessing to others even as winter approaches. While the tree leaves are turning their muted colors of drying death, the Spider Lily explodes with the vibrant color of life. He is not afraid of the coming cold. With his fiery red voice he simply tells Winter, “Not yet. Life is still here!”. And what a beautiful life it is, made all the more special because of the time of its blooming.
I’m sitting on a plane, waiting on a guy to finish making a repair, so we can take off. He’s “fixing” the problem with . . . tape. It doesn’t even look like duct tape. It looks more like packing tape. Is it just me, or would it make you nervous to fly on a plane that was just repaired with packing tape?
For some strange reason, it reminds me of the pregnancy test I saw for sale at the Dollar Store. I don’t trust million dollar airliner repairs done with packing tape any more than I would a pregnancy test I bought at the Dollar Store.
Some things just don’t fit well in the philosophy of the-cheaper-the-better. I want my doctor to be the one people pay a lot to get. I want my airline mechanic to use the best, not the quickest or cheapest method to repair the plane, and if my girl feels she needs to take a pregnancy test, I certainly want her to pay more than a dollar for it.
Some things are too important to take the easiest or cheapest route. I can’t tell you how to know what those things are, but I can tell you to be on the look out for them.
“Enter through the narrow gate, because the gate is wide and the way is spacious that leads to destruction, and there are many who enter through it. But the gate is narrow and the way is difficult that leads to life, and there are few who find it.
Matthew 7:13-14 NET http://bible.com/107/mat.7.13-14.NET
If you have ever read the Bible through from cover to cover, you will find there are parts that are boring. If you disagree with me, you either have not read the whole Bible, or you are dishonest with yourself. Parts of it are boring. You know it.
The parts in particular that I am thinking of today are the long lists of names. A list of “begats” going all the way back from Jesus to Adam. Are you kidding me? What about the lists in Nehemiah of all the people that worked on rebuilding the city. Lists of carpentars, stone masons, priests, musicians . . . the list goes on and on. Maybe somebody at some point wanted to know all this stsuff, but why is it in God’s Holy Word? Why is it so important that we have to read it? Why couldn’t it just be in some ancient filing cabinet at the Bethlehem county court house?
I’ll tell you why. Because most of us will never be an Abraham, Moses, Peter or Paul. Most of us will just be like one of the names on that list. The carpenters and plumbers, computer programers, stay-at-home moms, check-out clerks, bus drivers and cooks. We are the people who do our normal jobs every day for the glory of God. God wants us to know that we’re an important part of His story. And every one of us is an important name on His list.
I’m sitting in the middle seat of a B757, enduring a 4.5 hour flight from San Francisco to Atlanta. Somewhere one or two rows back from my luxurious accommodations in seat 40E, a young child has been crying or whining for most of the trip. I can relate.
The kid is uncomfortable, tired, board, and he doesn’t understand what is going on. The parents try to console the child. Daddy holds him tight. He provides food and drink. A blanket. Tries to entertain at times. Other times, he is stern, letting the child know he needs to quit whining and crying. Still he screams and complains, spouting a high pitched call to “Daddy” then screaming unintelligible baby objections for all the world to hear. It doesn’t solve his situation. It only makes him and those around him more miserable.
Eventually, our 4.5 hour trial will be over and things will be good again. I’ll get out of my cramped middle seat and the young child will be back home with his toys. The kid will stop crying for awhile and the Father will smile. He knows His child does not understand. He foresees the day when His child grows up and learns to endure the trials with patience and grace. But for now He loves him anyway. And works to get him ready for the next middle seat.
I saw a car with teeth. Well, not really teeth. Just the semblance of teeth. They weren’t real teeth and they didn’t work like teeth, but they looked like teeth. I took a picture. Now, when you look at the picture, you can see a car with teeth. Well, not really. You really see a picture of a car with a semblance of human teeth. To see an actual car with real teeth would be very inriguing, and I guess, quite rare.
I want to be a real Christian. Not a picture of a Christian containing some semblance of a Christ-like attribute. A real Christian, with teeth.
The Lord will defend me.
My God will weave his righteous tapestry in the threads of my life.
When I feel lost and uncertain of my way, I know my God is still guiding my steps.
God, you are my aim. My goal. My purpose.
Difficulties will come, but I need not fear or dread them.
My trials are but opportunities to see You at work; to feel Your mighty hand guiding me, leading me, pulling me in to Your loving embrace.
I praise You, my Lord and my God, creator of all.
The One who made me.
The One who loves me.
The One who sustains me.
The One who holds me tight, and will not let me go.
While on a recent hike, I saw an old tree clinging to a cliff. Really it was the remains of a tree, since it had obviously died some time ago. At first I was inspired by the beauty, then I thought about the fact that it was just the remains of a dead tree. The issue wasn’t really the tree, it was the location. Had the tree lived and died somewhere else, leaving such a scrawny carcass of a tree, it would have been underwhelming for sure.
The real splendor of this little tree was not the beauty of its withered remains, but the testimony of those lifeless crooked limbs. A weathered wooden testament of a life lived in a difficult place. A life lived where cold winds whipped over a rugged landscape. A life lived where every ounce of growth had to be carefully rationed between leaves reaching for the sun and roots clinging to any small crack or crevice in the rock.
If this dead tree had been somewhere in the middle of the forest, I would most likely have never noticed it, but having grown in the rugged, difficult place, it left a legacy of beauty. The Bible says that trials make us better people. I’m sure it’s true, even though if given the choice, I would prefer not to grow on the difficult, rocky cliff.