Skip to main content

Being in God's Hands

Well, it’s been a while, but there’s still not much time to write.   So, a quick word about something I find amusing…
I’ve been reading Hebrews this year and really enjoying it.  I found chapter 10 so applicable, that I’ve camped out in it…for months.  I keep re-reading it and soaking it up.  It’s like what our theology professor called “marinating.”  She’d challenge us with difficult theological ideas and readings, and then ask us to respond.  When we didn’t, she said we were marinating in the ideas.  But we never were prepared.  We just stayed in the marinade, much to her dismay.
So, I’m coming out of the marinade of Hebrews 10, and leaving you with a few words on Hebrews 10:31:  It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.

This makes me re-think a few churchy mantras, like…
·         A favorite children’s ministry song:  "He’s got the whole world in His hands.  He’s got the whole wide world in His hands.”
·         The Footprints poem that decorates millions of restrooms:  "The times when you have seen only one set of footprints, is when I carried you.”
If falling into the hands of the living God is a dreadful thing, then I’m not sure I want my whole wide world in his hands, and I’m not sure I want my suffering self in them either.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A Response to Charlottesville

Visiting our nation’s capital is an easy day trip for us, and how I chose to spend a precious vacation day this week.  I took pride in explaining the buildings and icons of my country to my children.  I am proud to be an American.  

But today, I am not proud.  
Today, I weep.

Four days ago, I saw the beautiful, infamous words “We the People” with my own eyes for the first time.  
Four days later, I am reminded of how far we still have to go to fully live into those words:
We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

What has happened 63 miles from my home, in Jefferson’s beautifully-domed, colonnaded city, is far from perfect, just, or tranquil.
This is not what our founding fathers wanted for our country, nor is …

A Message to Graduates

I have been a Pastor to Students (The title has changed numerous times; the role remains.) in Powhatan, Virginia for roughly 12 years.  I daresay I've been ministering to teenagers in this community longer than many.

Over the last dozen years, I've gotten lots of cool opportunities to minister to teenagers in this area.   But one had always eluded me--speaking at a baccalaureate service.  My husband had done the honors.  Other great pastors in the area had as well.  Once, I'd offered the closing prayer.  

This week, that changed.  I had the distinct honor to share with the PHS Class of 2016 at their baccalaureate service.  It was a wonderful experience working with great students, parents, and school leaders.  I'm so grateful for the opportunity!!!

A few people missed it and have asked to see what I said, so here it is, ALL of it:

June 1999 I sat in this space for my Baccalaureate service.  Before I was a pastor at PCC, before I moved back to Powhatan to raise my family, …

Disillusionment of Adulthood

Now that I’m in my 30’s, I must confess to disillusionment.  Growing up, I had ideas of what adulthood would be like.  I’m here, and it’s not entirely what I’d imagined.
For starters, I remember growing up amidst all the drama that comes with, well, growing up.  The gossip.  The hurt feelings.  The misunderstandings.  The fights between friends.  The back-stabbing.  And I remember being told that it would get better.  I’m not sure who told me that, but they were clearly wrong.
The drama may look a little different.  The words may sound a little different.  But the anguish of relationships remains.
Adults hurt each other’s feelings—intentionally and unintentionally. Adults nitpick and cause fights over inconsequential issues. Adults gossip. Adults cry, scream, and pitch fits. Adults build relational alliances, competing in “us vs. them” relational war. Adults let issues build and exponentially swell until they explode. Adults rarely identify the actual issue instead of the presenting issue. Adul…