My children’s
message for church got hijacked by a bowling disaster.
It was my
intention to talk about marbles, salt, and confessing our sins to each other. I
know, that sounds strange, but there was a plan.
I had the
verse:
Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that
you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is
working. (James 5:16, ESV)
I had my jar with marbles buried in salt. I even practiced pounding the
jar on the floor to make the marbles rise to the top. I was ready to explain
that when salt does what salt is designed to do it slips around the marbles and
into air pockets and this causes the marbles to rise to the top.
I was ready to explain how we are good at breaking things, like
friendships and promises, but we are not so good at fixing things. But, when we
do what God designed us to do, when we confess our sins and pray, God brings
healing.
The message was short and sweet and I was ready for anything except the
delightfully wandering minds of three-year-olds.
An absolutely adorable child leaned toward me and said “Teacher, guess
what?”
I took the bait and the first story about bowling commenced, followed
quickly by five or six more, all spoken simultaneously.
The effect was suggestive of a preschool class speaking in tongues. There
was lots of noise and hand waving. Then someone left to use the restroom. It
was a five minute children’s message and I completely lost control.
Although, when you are sitting in front of church with a group of a
couple dozen pre-schoolers, “control” is not usually the word that comes to
mind.
I am pretty sure I could hear the pastors stifling a snicker from behind the
lectern.
I scrambled to find a way to connect bowling with repentance, prayer, and
forgiveness. I scrambled to no avail. And yet, somehow, God brought a message
for His little ones out of our bowling disaster. And, again, I had to remind myself that even
when I am doing the talking, the children are probably still thinking about
bowling and the Spirit still does His work in spite of us.
God just asks us to do what He designed us to do: repent, pray, praise,
love, trust, obey . . .
I thought I had this dissertation thing planned. I quit my assistantship at the University so
I would have more time to write.
Then I lost a teaching contract and had to recruit more work.
I got a chance to teach for the University and set about setting up a
schedule for writing.
Then I broke my arm.
I got the cast off, did my exercises, and started writing, again.
Now, my doctor thinks I may need more surgery to release pressure on the
nerve.
I planned, by this point, to be done with my proposal and to be busy
collecting data, but my plans have been hijacked by life, by my clumsiness, by
my trust in my own ability to make plans happen. So, here I am with an arm that types for a limited amount of time
each day, with dictation software that doesn’t yet understand psychology
vocabulary (that makes two of us) and a huge project waiting to be finished. I
have my own sweet version of a children’s message bowling disaster.
So what do I do? I believe it is simple; I do what God designed me to do.
I repent, pray, praise, love, trust, obey . . .
God’s love and His will for me and my project will slip into the pockets
of my disaster and lift me up to Him. He knows the plan. He knows how it will
be accomplished, and even why it should be accomplished.
Lord, help me do what you designed me to do.
We have all
become like one who is unclean,
and all our righteous deeds are like a polluted garment.
We all fade like a leaf,
and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
There is no one who calls upon your name,
who rouses himself to take hold of you;
for you have hidden your face from us,
and have made us melt in the hand of our iniquities.
and all our righteous deeds are like a polluted garment.
We all fade like a leaf,
and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
There is no one who calls upon your name,
who rouses himself to take hold of you;
for you have hidden your face from us,
and have made us melt in the hand of our iniquities.
But now, O Lord, you are
our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand. (Isaiah 64:6-8 ESV)
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand. (Isaiah 64:6-8 ESV)
I appeal to
you therefore, brothers,
by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy
and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.
Do not be conformed to this world,
but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern
what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. (Romans
12:1-2 ESV)
For I know
the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for
welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon me
and come and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your
heart. (Jeremiah 29:11-13 ESV)
2 comments:
One of my favorite quotes from a pastor friend, "The problem with a living sacrifice is that it keeps crawling off the altar." Submitting to His plan and keeping our eyes on Him is a daily/hourly learning,
I LOVE that quote - now I have a whole new image to keep in mind.
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