The month of August should not be on top of my calendar. I know this because I had plans to go hiking in Turkey Run. We were going to soak up some sun at Indiana Beach. There were to be more days at Prophetstown and Columbia Park. There are still Bratwursts to be grilled for when we were going to gather up our neighbors and friends for a big cook out. What happened?
Come & See
This space has its roots in the history of how this congregation came to be - a group of Jesus followers inviting others to come and see Christ and live that faith out together. Once a month, we will bring forth a devotional from years gone by. Today we re-member (put together again in our minds) from thirty-six years ago in the Lenten Devotional of 1981 - April 11th to be precise:
Read: Psalm 139 , God's Complete Knowledge and Care
Riding my bike one day last summer, I found myself battling against quite a wind. Suddenly a turn in the road found me peddling lithely along with the wind at my back. What freedom I felt after such a struggle. I seemed to fly effortlessly uphill.
God invites us to participate in His plan for our earth. We have a choice. Sometimes I am too busy to notice the options I have. Occasionally, I am so full of myself that I forget God’s involvement in my achievements. Now and then, I just plain ignore what is going on in my spiritual life. When this happens I need to go to my garden.
This past summer there have been several sermons on using our spiritual gifts to the glory of God. There were those who came to the pulpit full of assurance and joy, telling their stories, certain that they were doing God's will. It seemed so clear to them that they were right where God wanted them. I am envious , for I struggle with knowing what God would have me do. My efforts seem puny when placed next to these beautiful testimonials.
Have you ever been there? Almost figuring things out, almost getting caught up, believing you have fallen into a 'routine,' thinking you are aware of what is going. Only to find in the next conversation, moment, event, happenstance - such proclamations of self-awareness seemed further from the truth than the opposite would be. A stack of papers drops upon our newly cleaned and organized desks. The week of intense preparation and intentional discipline with our kids falls apart amidst the illness or schedule demands of the next day. A friend you count on throughout the week calls to share the previously undiscussed move to another town.