Friday, July 07, 2006
Isn't it strange...
Amy had a pretty good day yesterday. She had to drive Trevor to his last baseball game of the season by herself because I was unable to leave work early. Now that Trevor’s finished with baseball, he moves right into summer basketball (no moss on that boy!). Today Amy took Brittany for her first driving experience, Brittany said it was scary and Amy said that she’s going to have to invest in a whiplash collar.
Isn't it strange how $20 dollars seems like such a large amount when you place it in the offering plate at church, but such a small amount when you go shopping? Isn't it strange how 2 hours seem so long when you're at church, and how short they seem when you're watching a good movie? Isn't it strange that you can't find a word to say when you're praying, but you have no trouble carrying on a conversation with a friend? Isn't it strange how difficult we find committing ourselves to daily Bible reading, but how easy it is to read 100 pages of a popular novel that holds no lasting impact in our lives? Isn't it strange how everyone would ‘just die’ to get front-row-tickets to a pro-sporting event, but when it comes to church the back rows fill up first? Isn't it strange how we need to know 2-3 weeks in advance before we can/will commit to an event for Church, but we can make room in our busy schedules when a friend offers free tickets to a concert at the last second? Isn't it strange how difficult it is to spread the Gospel of Christ, but how easy it is to spread gossip? Isn't it strange how everyone wants a place in heaven, but they don't want to believe, do, or say anything to get there? Isn't it strange how we send jokes in e-mails and they are forwarded right away, but when we go to send messages about God, we think twice about it first before we share it with others? Isn’t it strange that when the hard times come, when we’re beaten, tired and can take no more, we cry out to God and anxiously wait for his intervening hand, but when times are good and we’re livin’ large and don’t have a care in the world, we pack Him up and put Him on a shelf next to a forgotten toy and a rusty wrench?
God isn’t a plaything, nor is He a tool to be picked up, used and put away again. He is our heavenly father, our Creator and His love for you…for me…bores through the greed, the impatience, our attitudes, our lack of priorities, our fears, our inadequacies and our sins. Then He nails them through His son to the cross. He will complete us, correct our wrongs and wash us clean…if we let Him.
He’s calling, how will you answer?
This is Amy's story as seen and told by me - V
Isn't it strange how $20 dollars seems like such a large amount when you place it in the offering plate at church, but such a small amount when you go shopping? Isn't it strange how 2 hours seem so long when you're at church, and how short they seem when you're watching a good movie? Isn't it strange that you can't find a word to say when you're praying, but you have no trouble carrying on a conversation with a friend? Isn't it strange how difficult we find committing ourselves to daily Bible reading, but how easy it is to read 100 pages of a popular novel that holds no lasting impact in our lives? Isn't it strange how everyone would ‘just die’ to get front-row-tickets to a pro-sporting event, but when it comes to church the back rows fill up first? Isn't it strange how we need to know 2-3 weeks in advance before we can/will commit to an event for Church, but we can make room in our busy schedules when a friend offers free tickets to a concert at the last second? Isn't it strange how difficult it is to spread the Gospel of Christ, but how easy it is to spread gossip? Isn't it strange how everyone wants a place in heaven, but they don't want to believe, do, or say anything to get there? Isn't it strange how we send jokes in e-mails and they are forwarded right away, but when we go to send messages about God, we think twice about it first before we share it with others? Isn’t it strange that when the hard times come, when we’re beaten, tired and can take no more, we cry out to God and anxiously wait for his intervening hand, but when times are good and we’re livin’ large and don’t have a care in the world, we pack Him up and put Him on a shelf next to a forgotten toy and a rusty wrench?
God isn’t a plaything, nor is He a tool to be picked up, used and put away again. He is our heavenly father, our Creator and His love for you…for me…bores through the greed, the impatience, our attitudes, our lack of priorities, our fears, our inadequacies and our sins. Then He nails them through His son to the cross. He will complete us, correct our wrongs and wash us clean…if we let Him.
He’s calling, how will you answer?
This is Amy's story as seen and told by me - V
# posted by Vince @ 4:13 PM 
