Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above, ye heavenly hosts
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
I’ve actually had days in which I’ve felt like I had it all figured out. I’ve had days in which the full gamut of scripture fell into place. I thought I could see God’s plan from beginning to end – or at least the outline of it.
I’ve considered myself wise.
It didn’t last long, though. My insight, my wisdom, my grasp has been fleeting, at best, entirely imaginary, more likely.
Life gets out of the places I put it. Death happens. My perception of God gets pushed, prodded, poked, and punched.
God must be bigger than I’ve imagined, and found in smaller, and less obvious, places. God is grand, and granular. God is beyond me, in me, and through me. God must be stubborn and amazingly gracious.
My kids sold oranges, lemonade, and rocks from a table at the end of our driveway last week. That’s also beyond my grasp. They made a buck, including tips. I don’t think they sold any rocks.
The point is, I’m easily confused. Maybe it all makes sense to sensible people. Maybe they can get it together and keep it that way. I can’t. I keep losing it.
“For the kingdom of God is not in word, but in power.” 1 Cor. 4:20
Words: blah, blah, blah.
Power: Renee loves me. Jesus loves me. I’m stirred by him. I feel him pushing, prodding, poking, and punching. I’m taking action. I’m doing stuff. Jesus is leading. I’m following. I’m not sure where we’re going, but I’m sure it’s the right way.
Let’s go. You up for this? I think we’re actually doing it. Slowly. We’re doing it. We’re going. Together, we’re moving.
Goodbye Joseph: http://prayforjoseph.blogspot.com/