Wednesday, October 17, 2012
It's been a little bit since I've blogged. You see, I've been debating on what to bring to you.
I didn't have to debate about what picture to use. We didn't debate with the boy on the left when he was little and wanted to tear the house up with his brothers by playing "Power Rangers." We just put our foot down and didn't do Power Rangers. He didn't end up warped, and look...even though he wasn't allowed to watch or play Power Rangers, he grew up to meet and play with a Power Ranger. But, only when he was self-controlled enough to not tear anything up.
This picture also serves the blog well in that who would ever debate a Power Ranger? Yikes!
Tomfoolery aside, it seems like some of you have been debating. You've been debating whether or not to let your preschooler trick-or-treat. You've been debating whether or not you should let your tween read "The Hunger Games." You've been debating whether or not your teen is ready to date. You've been debating whether or not you should vote...and who you should vote for.
I know of these debates, because in some moments of desperation, you bring them to me. And it humbles me.
And, I'll be honest...it overwhelms me.
Then I start debating.
What in the world do I think I'm doing trying to encourage people? Most days, I'm just a cat shy of being my town's crazy lady.
And...I digress from there. You know the digression. It's similar to the one where your friend simply did not see you when you waved to her from across a packed football stadium, but within 30 minutes you have her hating you. I knew you knew what I was talking about.
If I didn't have a Bible and a very big, patient, wise and loving God, forget the town...I would be North America's Crazy Lady.
Thankfully, II Corinthians 4:5 keeps the crazy under control: "For what we preach is not ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus' sake."
Debate over. It's not what I think. It's not what you think. It's not what politicians think. It's not what our well-meaning Christian friends think. It's not what the world thinks.
I'm not preaching the gospel of me.
If you know me, you know I say this a lot. I just also forget it a lot. But, it's so grounding. So calming. So, so true.
So not debatable.
It's the Gospel of Christ. No debate. No pressure.
While it may seem like I'm taking the easy way out, I'm actually taking the only way out. We have to pray, read the Bible, and listen like crazy for the Holy Spirit to lead and to guide.
Because unfortunately, most of the time...we fret over gnats while camels run amuck.
What are you debating? What bugs are keeping you distracted?
Go back to basics. Remember your Source.
Remember a loving God Who saw a dying world and hatched a plan to save it.
He had to make a painful choice. He sent His perfect Son to the most imperfect of places. And people.
We would have agonized. We would have requested a fact checker. We would have wanted to see the polls. We would have wanted to know what our friends thought.
Fortunately, when God chose to send Christ...there was none of this. There was no question of what He would do. No hesitation. No reservation.