Hope and Be.Longing

Thirst

August 16, 2017

I gaze at my glass of water and am grateful for yesterday. Yesterday, Mother’s Day, when my youngest son was baptized.

Just like my hands slip as I hold the dewy outside of my perspiring drink, I cannot fully grasp the meaning of his baptism. I am aware of the mystery of it all, of God choosing my son to be adopted into Christ, and of Luke obeying that call.

What I cannot grasp is how, and why, and what is to come. It feels fragile to me and yet more sure than anything. We are weak, and He is strong.

I see the drops on my glass dissipate, evaporating in the afternoon sunshine. And I wonder what is next for Luke in this journey of faith, this washed-clean start in a dirty world.

I think back to what else I learned yesterday about water. About the Israelites quarreling with Moses, accusing him and God both for bringing them into the wilderness to die of thirst.

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Puddles, Still

August 22, 2017

I gaze at the puddles gathering on my deck and I wish them gone.

They speak of another damp, chilly spring day when I’m searching for summer. They nag me to don my navy rainboots and trench coat when I go outside. They force me to wipe the dog’s feet when she comes in from the backyard if I don’t want doggy footprints prancing across my floors.

Pain

Sovereign or Good?

August 22, 2017

We have a son who is a freshman in college in another state.

So it was with great sadness that a week ago we heard the news that another set of parents had already heard, that their freshman college-aged son, Ethan Roser, was killed in a freak accident while at school, in our town.

I cannot imagine being those parents, getting that phone call.

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Daniel in the Den

August 22, 2017

One of my heroes is a man named Daniel.

Like his namesake in the Bible, Daniel faces lions unafraid. He so heavily leans on the Lord that the lions can’t get between him and God.

This Daniel, the one I know, spends his days in one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Chicago. He goes because he cares. He won’t give up on those whom most everyone else has.

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No Ordinary People

August 22, 2017

I’m thinking more about heaven these days.

What if I really lived with heaven in mind? What if heaven was my ultimate bucket list item, and all I did revolved around getting ready?

And then what if the reality of heaven really affected how I engaged with other people? What if I looked at everyone I talked to as someone with whom my interaction would move one step closer to or further away from heaven?