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A bad habit never disappears miraculously. It’s an undo-it-yourself project.
~ Abigail Van Buren (1918–2013)
Because of that obedience, God lifted him high and honored him far beyond anyone or anything, ever, so that all created beings in heaven and on earth—even those long ago dead and buried—will bow in worship before this Jesus Christ, and call out in praise that he is the Master of all, to the glorious honor of God the Father.
~ Philippians 2:9-11
It has been a very painful few weeks in the United States of America. Lots of death, lots of loss, lots of hateful things said. I listened to the President talk about changing the way we speak, the way we treat each other, the way we need to move forward. I heard the choir sing, “Glory Glory Hallelujah.”, I have seen the posts on social media.
Still lots of pain, lots of people who know better. Lots of platitudes, lots of stinging words.
I saw this: on a friends’ page on Facebook the other day.
” Two thousand years ago, Jesus ended the debate on which lives matter. He died for all. ” I still felt the sting.
Ultimately it doesn’t matter whose words sound better, who is right, who is more politically correct. We are all hurting, afraid, tired, scared, done, in shock, and trying to move forward, not on. One person at a time, if we are humble and kind and remember whose light we are called to walk in, we can/will, make a difference. I believe I’ll let Tim McGraw preach today. His words heal, remind, charge us with today’s task, “Always Stay Humble and Kind.”
Always Stay Humble and Kind
Because of Him,
Grief is itself a medicine.
~ William Cowper
Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.
~ Joshua 1:9
Grief is circling right now. It is in the study of Brahms Requiem in which my husband and I are participating, it is in my high school class, it is in my workplace. There is as my doctor once called it, “exquisite pain” involved. It is something one must go through in the healing process, there is always a reminder, a scar, a twinge, a harbinger of weather. It is being strong for each other and having no strength left. It is anger at where the loved one is not, and joy at where they are. Grief is like a medication that has a cumulative effect, and all-at-once it is a fresh wound every time. It is instantly recognizable, and a stranger.
Grief can be different each time, puzzling, retroactive, unexpected, welcome. But whatever grief is, God is with us. God is well acquainted with grief as we are reminded in this Easter season. I lost my dad on St. Patrick’s Day, 1989. Easter was early that year, March 26. I remember my sister in law quipping, “Warren has died, Warren has risen, Warren will come again.” I am sure, or at least I hope she was being serious on some level, but no matter how she meant it, it pierced me like a misguided needle during a visit to the phlebotomist.
But no matter how grief visits you, there can be joy in the midst of sorrow. Because, again, you are not alone. Walk with Him on this Villa della Rosa, fix your eyes upon Him. We are not alone.
I Am Not Alone – Kari Jobe
Lord, help me to realize that I am not alone. Touch my shoulder, give me a hug, give me a tissue, a look, a word. Help me to see the deep joy that sustains me through deep sorrow.
Because of Him,
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
~ Anne Frank
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?
~ Romans 8:35, 37
We rarely know how we have changed the world. We move through this life, doing what we believe to be the right things for the right reasons, always pressing toward the goal. Once in a great while, we hear an echo, receive a thank you, and we keep going.
Anne Frank never knew the impact that she had on the world. Sitting in an attic, living in hiding for her faith, keeping a diary, chronicling her journey, hitching an anchor to a blue patch of sky. How much more might we improve the world? Kindness is key, looking someone in the eye is key.
We recently lost a brother in Christ at church. Rich said he always wanted to end the day with a look, a touch, and a word for his loved ones. Just that little phrase moved me forward, and inspires me to make this my goal.
We never know who we might affect, and how they will go on to affect their world. Move on, in the love of Christ doing that thing you do in His name. It has already changed your world.
Lord, help me to be the tool in your hand. Use me as you will, causing more of your light to shine and lead others to you.
Because of Him,