In spite of it all, our history, traditions and reasoning, God seems confident that we, his creation are worth waiting for. Yet we make him wait for our affection, compassion, commitment and ultimately our love. Perhaps the gift of the Holy Spirit is not a risk at all, at least not on God’s part but rather a challenge. Dare we open our hearts as children, that we may receive it fully and completely so as not to allow the obstacles of the storms, fears and doubts, overwhelm our desire to travel this Christian journey in peace? The alternative of course is to do what many of us have done and receive it conditionally and with restriction in our lives, in that as long as we experience the good without disturbance we are all too eager to acknowledge it’s power and authority. Soon afterward mistakenly believing that it doesn’t matter what we do or whether we do anything at all the spirit is favorably guiding us. Subsequently, when the storms come (especially the the sudden ones) we tend to feel as if they are a personal attack specifically against us resulting in the all too well-known disparaging thoughts; “Why me? and Where is God in all of this?” While the Holy Spirit has no respect of person, the reality is that neither do the storms. Whether we walk into the storms willingly or whether they come upon us without warning, we are the ones who happen to be in its way. Either way the challenge is to hold fast to the power and authority of the Holy Spirit while in the midst of the storm, which historically and traditionally submits to that over which it ultimately has no authority or power.
Ecclesiastes 38:1-14 What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done; there is nothing new under the sun. Is there a thing of which it is said, “See, this is new?”
History repeats itself. This is real in truth, much like the sun always rising, in lies, similar to the misconceptions we always seem to have about other people, and fashion, gotta love women’s shoes. How we respond to history is what changes. I never liked hot pants or daisy dukes, and still don’t particularly care for them today. On the other hand I do own a pair of “bell bottoms” while my nieces fashionably called them “flairs”. I have two children, seven years apart. Both put me through the same issues at every stage of life. It took me seven years, but no longer was I going to stress out about keeping their room clean. If used wisely, time has the ability to change our way of thinking. As things come and go and come again, we have an opportunity to change how we understand what’s happening and what, if anything, are we going to do about it. We learn to pick our battles and go on about the business of living life to its fullest extent based on how we understand what is important, versus what makes absolutely no sense at all. It’s never about what’s not important because everything is important to somebody just not necessarily to us. The question is “What in life is important?” Everything, including life itself fits into one of two categories; temporary or eternal. I believe 99 percent of everything fits into the first category, the things that come and go and come again. Only the spirit within fits into the second. Yet we spend a lot of time pursuing the things that are temporary, the things that come and go and come again. Is it any wonder that between chasing the likes of the sun, misconceptions, and the latest fashions, we often find our selves exhausted both physically and emotionally?