The things that taste good are not always good for me. The feelings that I feel are not always good feelings to follow. The places that I go are not always uplifting. The movies that I see are not always moving my spirit. Through it all My God, You are there.
Just a while ago a friend of mine said one thing then did another. When I confronted her about what she said and did, the blame went to me. Then she said “You have to pick and choose your battles.” I thought maybe the words in that phrase don’t highlight the message I need to get out of it. My argument was you have to be fair. Yet sometime in some song or some sermon at some point (recent) in my life the words “What is just is not fair” entered into my being and I was reminded of them at that point. I think that that phrase should be the prelude to the one my friend mentioned. Only because there are many battles that need to be fought but only a few that should never be won. For when there is a winner there is a loser. And when there is a loser then the winner was not Christ like because He wasn’t a winner but a victor.
Jesus, You came to make me and everyone on this earth to be victorious over the things in this world that make us prone to being a winner or loser. Justice is not fair because no one on this world is worth You, God dying. Yet, You did. You , Lord could have chosen to exclude me. It would have been fair if you did pass me by because I was born and lived many different ways in sin. You had to turn You back on me and could have kept Your back towards me, but Jesus! Jesus made it so that God would accept me and Jesus would take the wrath that was fair for me. God You are just. Help me to be more like You and not simply pick and chose my battles but always and justly turn my back to the wrong and embrace the true, honest, just, pure, lovely, and things of good report (Phil. 4:8).
Your Love and Friend
When you get to a wall, know that it is really a mountain and with the right tools you will be able to climb it. The bottom line just keep trying.
There was a man in India who stood on a rock. From that rock, he attracted a crowd by singing familiar children songs. He wanted, he needed the people’s attention because inside of him was a fire shut up in his bones.
He had to tell the people about another Man. Because, that Man changed his life. The Indian man probably looked crazy to the people around him. Nevertheless they listened. Nevertheless he had to attain and maintain their attention. He had to do it.
His example led me to do it. Plus, being a kid at heart leads me to all types of adventures. Nah, I didn’t stand on a rock. There aren’t even an rocks in the parking lot near the supermarket around the corner and down the highway a ways from my house. Yet I was high enough to be visible to all. Someone (from out of state) took a video of me in my car . . . well out of my car . . . both outside of yet in my car. Ummm, let me explain. I was standing on the arm rest between the driver’s and passenger’s seats with my waist and above sticking out of my sunroof like a thumbs up! In that position, I sang like the Indian man (except I have a female voice with an American accent and only know American songs). I waved to people and sang. I received a compliment and was told to keep on singing; so I sang.
Why did I do it? Why did he do it? We sang because of the other Man’s testimony. If one person out of the people within hearing distance could hear and be changed by that Man’s testimony, then we have had a successful journey. All of the people just need to know that a Man named Jesus bled, died, rose again, and will one day come back to reclaim the kingdom that is already His; so you, yes you, can live out the original plan which was to hang with God in a garden to sing His praise (or maybe to just do everything with a worship-filled heart). The thing is you have to give your heart. For in giving your heart you will find a freedom to sing for the Man 🙂
It just makes me smile (the original plan).