Chosen

He … called to him those whom he wanted…  I was new at school and like so many other gym classes where the teacher decides who gets to be the captains to choose teams while the rest of us wait to be chosen, this wasn’t any different. Never mind the fact that I was actually pretty good at sports, nobody knew me and they weren’t willing to take the chance. So I sit and wait until close to the end. Apparently, I couldn’t be any worse than the few who were left and finally I am chosen for a team. Yet there were still others behind me waiting to be chosen and I never thought about how they must have felt. Of course on the other hand they may not have really cared. Either way, everyone would eventually be chosen. Sometimes in this life when we do care and when it really matters, it can feel like we are waiting forever to be chosen. We are blessed to serve a God that knows us and has already chosen us – one who waits for us to be ready, and choose to serve God with the gifts already given us.

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Worth The Trip

I have compassion for the crowd… I can’t say that I know what it’s like to not have anything to eat. I can however say that I know what it’s like to go without eating. It was a long trip down south to my grandmother’s house. My two sons were sleeping and I was eager to arrive just so I could rest, so I decided not to stop for dinner. I had called to let her know I was about 45 minutes away. When we arrived at my grandmother’s house around 9:30 pm she was in the kitchen and dinner just about ready.  I suppose I knew within me that she would have something for us to eat. She always did. I also knew that anything she cooked would be way better than anything I could buy even in the south. I thank you God for as we draw ever closer to you, your compassion to feed us the Spiritual food is like my grandmother’s desire to feed us after a long journey. It’s always worth the trip.

 

 

A Place Called There

They brought Jesus to the place called Golgotha  Mark 15:22-32 Ever been there? It’s a place where there is no “life” and the life you do encounter, passes by to mock, scorn and abuse. It’s been my experience that from a physical point of view this is a tough place to be. Everything seems to get worse before it gets better. If you remain too long you begin to feel like those dried bones for which the place Golgotha is named. We don’t always have the choice not to be there. However, it’s times like these when we must remember to put aside where we are and continue to rejoice in who we are. We live in the spirit of Christ. We find our strength in God’s faithfulness and knowledge of him. For although physically, places like these are everywhere, spiritually in Christ we rise, move and have our being.

Be strong and let your heart take courage, all you who wait for the Lord Psalm 31:24