Strange vibes here. But You keep reminding me to wait, trust, and commit. That has saved me over these last few days; it will save me now…from over thinking.
I want to ask my daughter “What can I do to help?” but I should be asking You.
Jesus was forgotten here.
Jesus was forgotten here. He was never mentioned. The day was just another hectic holiday full of laughter and surprises, but no questions: why do we celebrate Christmas? Why is Christ’s name in the holiday? I wonder how to keep The Christmas Story, the stable, the shepherds, the three wisemen, the star, the angels, the manger, the Baby Jesus alive and real in a world that buries theology in a forgotten graveyard, just a fairy tale in a forgotten book. I pray to keep You close in my heart, that my lips may speak and my mind may think what my heart knows.
My daughter comes down and then goes up without stopping to say hi. Strange vibes.
“I am here”
I Know.
“For everyone.”
When you are tired, His chair exists whether you choose to sit or not. Ignoring the chair does not make the chair go away. Destroying the chair then burning its remains does not make the knowing of that chair once existing for you to rest in disappear. And then what? The more tired you become the more real the meaning of the chair-destroyed becomes until…
You choose to build another chair to rest in, one of your own making. But the chair made with tired hands will never be as strong as the original chair. And it will not last as long. Sooner or later it will give way. What then? Build another? And another? And another? Until the original chair is forgotten. Or perhaps at some point you pray, “I wish the original chair were here.” Seek and ye shall find.
“The Lord is trustworthy in all he promises and faithful in all he does. The Lord upholds all who fall and lifts up all who are bowed down. The eyes of all look to you, and you give them their food at the proper time. You open our hand and satisfy the desires of every living thing. (Ps 145:13-16)
You, Lord, build another chair for the tired and the weary.
“The Lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. He fulfills the desires of those ho fear him; he hears their cry and saves them.”
“I’m so tired!”
I have been that tired; I have chopped up His Words, His Works, His Ways and replaced them with my own solutions. I have destroyed His Chair and built my own. Many! Eventually I have given up trying to solve my problems, building my own chairs; I’ve asked for His Help.
That’s all He’s waiting for!
He knows what death, despair, and depression are. Jesus went through all that. When He prayed in the garden, alone, while his friends could care less what He was going through and slept, before He was taken into custody. He knelt and pleaded with His God because He knew what awaited Him. Then He was paraded through town to be mocked and spit on like a nobody who thought he was a somebody. Then crucified! We say it nonchalantly; we read about it like a news article. But He went through that torture. He screamed in agony as nails were pounded through his flesh into the wood, suffered unbearably as His flesh dangled from the cross. Wanting His God to save; needing His God to save. But His God didn’t come. He suffered as a human suffers, wanted and needed as a human wants and needs…But His God didn’t come! Not then. Not until the right moment…the perfect moment.
He ascended. He’s alive. He is, to tell me that He gets ‘it’. He understands because He went through ‘it’ whatever it is. He went through life, life facing death and death itself. And because the tomb was empty, He lives as a living hope for me. “No one can help me.” But He can because He found a way through life, life facing death. And death itself.
As often as it takes, as often as I get so weary of my own conclusions, my own answers to my own problems, He offers yet another choice, another chair made in the image of the first chair, for me to sit in. His chair for me made His Way. The way of life, death, and life after death.