This morning I woke up “blank” . Usually I awaken to something. A thought, a picture or an idea.his morning as I came down the stairs, I realized there was nothing on the “stove” of percolation. Nothing revealed, nothing seen. “God, have I missed something?” I asked.
With over 700 blogs in as many days, I “always” have something. But no, I sit here today and simply think about friends and family. I have prayed for our nation. I have read the news.
My week has been unusual to say the least. I have tried to not be “noticed” in the work place, content to do my job and come home. But last week, a woman said to me “you are one of those prophet people”. (If you heard her talk you would wonder where she would come up with that.) Another man said to me yesterday while we went for a walk “I knew you were someone who believed in God. I just could not have a conversation with you about it.” I asked why that was. He said because “I had to know you really believed”. Each day he finds me to have a discussion about Jesus. “Was He the Son of God?” Yesterday he shared two movies he watched (One was The Da Vinci Code.)and asked me if I thought Mary Magdalene was really a prostitute. “Wasn’t that made up in 500 AD” he asked.That was a half hour discussion. “What about women in the church” I was asked by another person.
I love these folks. They are precious.
But I do not fit in with the job I have. It is not who I am or what I do well. I can not turn off who I am or how I function. Yesterday, I asked a superior, “is this really the job here in this company for me?” The response was “Yes. No, wait. You are a strategist. Let me think about that. You see things differently”.
Who are you? Who am I? Aren’t those all questions we desire to know the answer for? I will never be satisfied with the answer I had last week. It will need to stand the test of time. A couple of years ago, my friend Randall Worley said, “all truth is held in tension”.
What do we do with our truth? Do we hold it or share it?
“To preach the gospel in the regions beyond you.” 2 Corinthians 10:16
These words, while they set forth the large-heartedness of the self-denying and devoted apostle, do also furnish a fine model for the evangelist, in every age. The gospel is a traveller; and the preacher of the gospel must be a traveller likewise. The divinely-qualified and divinely-sent evangelist will fix his eye upon “the World.” He will embrace, in his benevolent design, the human family. From house to house; from street to street; from city to city; from province to province; from kingdom to kingdom; from continent to continent; from pole to pole. Such is the range of “the good news,” and the publisher thereof. “The regions beyond” must ever be the grand gospel motto. No sooner has the gospel lamp cast its cheering beams over a district, than the bearer of that lamp must think of the regions beyond. Thus the work goes on. Thus the mighty tide of grace rolls, in enlightening and saving power, over a dark world which lies in “the region of the shadow of death.” CK MacIntosh
Were it not for His grace, could I stand? Thankful for the grace given to me and the grace He extends to others through me.
I found this old hymn. (I love history and this shares faith as well.)
GRACE is the sweetest sound
by Thomas Kelly (1769-1854)
GRACE is the sweetest sound
That ever reached our ears;
When conscience charged and justice frowned,
‘Twas grace removed our fears.
‘Tis freedom to the slave,
‘Tis light and liberty;
It takes its terror from the grave,
From death its victory.
Grace is a mine of wealth
Laid open to the poor;
Grace is the sovereign spring of health;
‘Tis life for evermore.
Of grace then let us sing,
A joyful, wondrous theme,
Who grace has brought, shall glory bring,
And we shall reign with Him.
Then shall we see His face
With all the saints above,
And sing for ever of His grace,
For ever of His love.
He and I might disagree as to whether we have to leave earth to get to heaven, but His take on grace is beautiful, especially the frowning justice.