• 08 Jan 2008 /  Christianity, God, Jesus, Religion, bible, faith, prayer

    Imagine you were looking at a giant map of Washington DC, with all of the streets, cross streets and ally ways, restaurants, businesses and offices. Then, just as you’re in the middle of glorying in your great understanding of this complicated diagram you realize you’re only about an inch away from it. You’ve only been examining just one tiny block of the city; so you pull back and realize the map is bigger than the room. Plus, you realize that there’s an intricate series of color changes, shades and gradients throughout the whole map and they represent the different gas and electric companies, populations, timelines and sometimes even satellite overlays of the huge map. All of a sudden you feel overwhelmed and might even wonder if you really even understand that tiny city block you had been examining. Has this ever happened to you?

    It’s happened to me. I think this might even be something of a divine cycle believers are led through. Keeping them humble and reminding them that they are man, and God is God. The past few days have been this process for me. The motion of stepping away from the map to see how huge it really is, then despairing at the enormity of the whole thing, followed by affectionate consolation by the patience and kindness of the loving Father.

    My prayer is that as I, and the church, carefully search God, we wouldn’t become conceited to think we are anything because of the tiny square block of understanding we think we have obtained. I pray for deep seated humility in all things, at all times. Asking for mercy because our persistent insults and grace to place a hand over the mouths that hurl them!

    Secure our salvation, O God; for the glory of your name! Plant our feet steadfast on your rock, Jesus Christ! Bring us understanding of your Holy Words and of this divinely created world and let us glorify you in truth, for who you truly are and in light of who we truly are—no one, unless in you.

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  • I think going into the city is a little like throwing up. When I was growing up, when I got sick I’d do just about anything to keep from throwing up. I mean, lay perfectly motionless for hours if necessary. I hated so completely the feeling of throwing up. All the muscles in your stomach tensing up and your throat trying to force stuff up that may or may not be there. Frankly, it’s disgusting. I still hate it; although I’m better at feigning a cool temper about it now.

    I just returned from driving into the city. I hate the city; I hate the idea of going there. Well today, there was no choice. For some reason, Penn Camera thought that the best place for there rental facility was inside the city, and today it just so happened that I needed to rent something. So, begrudgingly, I got into my car and started out. Interestingly enough, I found that the traffic spots that usually cause hang ups seemed strangely clear. That was nice, I thought to myself, “perhaps I judged too soon.” That was before it took me thirty-five minutes to find a parking space.

    I finally found a parking space about ten blocks away that I’m still not even sure was a parking spot. Of course by that time though I was so happy to have found something I accepted the circumstances cheerfully. I squeezed into the spot, climbed out of the car, threw on some tunes via the ipod and started out on my way. Now, it’s completely possible that the feelings that followed were really only in contrast to the boiling rage and frustration that’d consumed me the past thirty-five minutes or maybe the entrancing melodies of Anathallo, but there was a bizarre sense of peace walking down the city street with all of my new stranger friends. Ten blocks went by in no time, and after I’d made my rental there was even a hint of, “Bill, maybe you should find some coffee shop and just hang out for a while.” That voice though, I’m pretty convinced, was just my brain trying to convince me not to rejoin the gigantic metal ant-farm.

    Well, appealing to the very least of my expectations, retreating from the city was quite painless. And that’s when it hit me, this incredible spiritual truth that I derived from this adventure. No, I’m just kidding. As I was driving out, I thought to myself that there must be some spiritual lesson that I can learn from all this so that I can write my blog for the day. It didn’t come. But you know what, that’s okay.

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