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Acts of God

Friday, December 2nd, 2011

                                           “It was an Act of God” 

What do you immediately think of when you hear this phrase?

Floods, Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Tidal Waves, Hurricanes

I would like to change the paradigm.  How about immediately thinking:

Forgiveness, Love, Grace, Compassion, Understanding, Sacrifice

How about thinking of the greatest Act of God?

God taking the form of a baby and coming to earth in the person of Jesus Christ to suffer  and die for our sins that we might have eternal life!   Wow!

Let us prepare this Advent season for His coming.

 

Different and The Same

Thursday, October 20th, 2011

           A friend of mine, weary of the race to achieve in society, broke out of the box around herself and her family by celebrating mediocrity!  Her point was that we all matter, even those of us whose abilities are just average.

            Interesting.

           I appreciate people who think differently, don’t you?  They challenge us to think differently.  Different thinking is like a crisp, fresh breeze blowing through stale, stagnant air.

            God made us all unique.  All you have to do is take a look around to see this!  So I guess this means that God appreciates differences too.

            Now and again I’m at church while preschool is in session.  Seeing the children reminds me of the days when my daughters were at Gentle Shepherd.  I like to watch the kids (they’re soooo little!) as they walk along in a line behind their teachers to chapel.

            They are all so different!

            Some of them have curly hair and some straight.  Some of them dress fancily and some rather plainly.  Some of them look all around or whisper to a friend as they walk, while others seem far, far away in their imaginations, or sleepy, or timid.

            I just know that God cherishes them all, particularly because they are so interestingly different from one another.  I’m sure their teachers appreciate their differences too.  (Of course, should one of them choose to break the line and run about the church in order to be different, well, let’s just say that would NOT be appreciated!)

            It is precisely then, as the children follow along one and the same in a neat little line, that their differences really stand out. 

            I love that passage in John (Chapter 10, verses 1-18) where Jesus calls Himself “the good shepherd”.  I love finding myself there – the “other sheep” that has been brought into the fold.  I love the image that comes to mind of Jesus calling his sheep “by name”.  He leads them as a group, but He knows them individually. 

            Think of all those sheep, all different and yet all following along because they know The Shepherd, they know His voice.  They would never follow another!  They know that The Good Shepherd knows best, and that with Him they are safe.  They follow along because they know that He loves them and will care for them!

            Different as they are, together they belong to Him.

My Friend Mary

Thursday, July 21st, 2011

            She wore a hair net when she showed me how to make lasagna.  She still had a baby tooth, at 90 years old!  She laughed often, especially at herself.  She thanked me sincerely, again and again, for the little ways in which I helped her.

            These are just a few of the things I loved about my good friend Mary.

            Her mom died when she was very young, but God gave her an aunt to care for her.  She never had any children, but God gave her a niece to love instead.  Advancing years brought her severe back pain and crippling episodes of vertigo, but Mary never complained.

            “There are so many people who suffer so much more than I do,” she would always say, mournfully.  Then she would praise God for all of the ways that He had blessed her.

            This is what I admired most about Mary.

            I’d always thought that God sent me to help Mary, to bring some joy into her life.  Maybe so, but now I see how much more He sent Mary into my life.  Only now that she is gone do I see how she enriched my life, how she blessed me and helped me to grow as a person. 

            I miss her so much

            Some weeks, when life got busy and just crazy, I struggled to make time to help Mary.  Now, well, I would push it all aside just to be with her one more time.