I put a slice of bread into the toaster, as usual. It seemed to take a long time to cook. Finally, I left my eggs to their own devices and checked out the toaster. I couldn’t find either bread or toast. It took a while but it eventually showed up under a kitchen chair.
That toaster had spewed the toast several feet away. Because it landed on the floor, I threw it out. By now the eggs were overdone and my coffee cold.. This scenario repeated itself for a few days, until I finally figured out that the bread I used was too light for the springs of the toaster.
How are we doing in the toaster? When the crisis of living hits us do we spring out of the heat it as soon as possible? Find ways to manipulate the circumstances to our own liking? Tell a tall tale or two? Run to the nearest gossip to share our problem? All of these get us out of the heat all right but they land us in a place where we are of no use to anyone, not even ourselves.
Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. (Ephesians 6:13, KJV)
Prayer – Lord, we know the right thing to do. Help us do it for our own self-respect and most of all, for you. Amen
God’s Message came to me: “Son of man, I’m about to take from you the delight of your life—a real blow, I know. But, please, no tears. Keep your grief to yourself. No public mourning. Get dressed as usual and go about your work—none of the usual funeral rituals.”I preached to the people in the morning. That evening my wife died. The next morning I did as I’d been told. (Ezekiel 24:15-17, MSG)
And every time I read it, I ask myself these questions. Do I have that kind of obedience in me? Why/ why not? Why do I prolong my personal pain by neglecting God’s words to me?
And then I pray something like this.
Prayer – Lord God, Father of the entire universe, oh Lord God, help me to be as obedient as Ezekiel… because I want to serve you wholeheartedly, more than anything in the world. Help me to live that way, dear God. For Christ, who did. Amen
This is a gift to me, really, that Christine Lindsay would post this article on the week of my 53 wedding anniversary. http://www.christinelindsay.org/2016/02/only-god-by-guest-brenda-wood-as-told.html
“Quit your worship charades. I can’t stand your trivial religious games: Monthly conferences, weekly Sabbaths, special meetings—meetings, meetings, meetings—I can’t stand one more! Meetings for this, meetings for that. I hate them!
You’ve worn me out! I’m sick of your religion, religion, religion, while you go right on sinning.
When you put on your next prayer-performance, I’ll be looking the other way. No matter how long or loud or often you pray, I’ll not be listening.
And do you know why? Because you’ve been tearing people to pieces, and your hands are bloody. Go home and wash up. Clean up your act. Sweep your lives clean of your evildoings so I don’t have to look at them any longer.
Say no to wrong. Learn to do good. Work for justice. Help the down-and-out. Stand up for the homeless. Go to bat for the defenceless. (Isaiah 1:16-17 MSG)
Well if that isn’t clear, I don’t know what is.
I never know which house I’ll be, I am the last to know.
While Leah’s having babies, Rachel doesn’t know
How she’ll live without them. She blames me right and left.
Me? I’ve fathered everywhere. I’ve left no one bereft!
Leah’s home is full of babies, a full half-dozen now.
And both wives sent their maids to me. (To keep the peace, I bow.)
The maids might wish for better. Their sons aren’t really theirs.
I think of Grandpa Abe and his Hagar/ Ishmael cares.
Oh woe is me, I am undone. My life is full of stress.
I was happily a bachelor and now I’m in this mess!
Be careful when you desire a life different from the one you have. You might get it!