It is Sunday,
The day after the world was supposed to end…
And it didn’t….
And I see the smug comments
of all who take one more chance to say …
I told you so…I even said it myself. And joked with
friends by post and by text…
Haranguing the hubris of a judgmental fool
But this morning, in the quiet of a sleeping house.
I am thinking only of a weary old man, broken and brusied…
who based his life and his purpose on what he truly believed
And I am reminded of the high cost of trying to
Make God behave as we want.
Like a good genie we summon from the lamp
to fix all our ails,
give us our dreams
and contend with our critics.
Judge all those sinners…not us, but “them”
And I am humbled by the notion
that I too have stood..
feet firmly planted on a box of my making
with words from pride;
and claimed they were God’s.
So this morning,
I am praying for Harold,
who based his life on a lie, with essence of truth
but half truth is still error…
for whatever reason
its really not my place to determine.
I am praying that He will feel
the genuine embrace
of a God that does not say,
I told you so….
even though He could.
We have all
At one point or another
tried to fit into Holy Shoes
and pretend we were in control.
And God simply allows the messiness of life to happen
filtered through his loving embrace.
With only certainty of one thing,
life is hard
but God is good.
And with this knowledge alone we travel into our day
knowing only for certain this truth that a good friend once told me:
“We may not know what the future holds,
But we know who holds the future.”
And from what I know of Him….
that must be pretty Good.