Seasons." The topic was their choice, and I found
myself, as usual, tested along the very lines on |
which I was going to speak. During the previous |
week, Lars and I had learned that all twenty-eight
of the nice new (and very expensive) windows we
had installed in our new house leaked. I was
anxious about many things- my mother's health
(she has had more falls lately, forgets things
more), my coming grandchild, a new word pro-
cessor, which I wasn't sure I was smart enough to
learn to use, and (alas!) a tooth which seemed
about to fall out. What a list of varied things to
worry about. |
But Jesus died for me! He's risen and coming |
again! He has given me an inheritance that
nothing can "destroy or spoil or wither" (1 Pt 1:4)
and a kingdom which is unshakable (Heb 12:28).
That's the gospel. Has it anything to do with
leaking windows, computers, grandchildren,
teeth? Well, I told myself, if it hasn't, you've got no
business getting up in front of those women and
opening your mouth at all. If I can't give thanks,
trust, and worship the Lord in every "season," in
the face of any set of facts which may touch my
life, I am not really a believer. It is here, in my
corner (or your corner) of God's earth, that I am
assigned my lessons in the School of Faith. |
P.S. Later: They fixed the windows for us, but now we find that all four of the outside doors must be fixed. God isn't finished with us yet. |
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