The March for Life 2017 is over. A new president is making decisions that propose to reduce the number of abortions, and we pro-lifers are enjoying a mountain-top experience right now. It’d be easy to gaze toward a future where our efforts won’t be needed -- or at least not with so much intensity -- and take it easy for a while.
"God made Him who had no sin to be sin for us--so that in Him we might become the righteousness of God!" (2 Corinthians 5:21)
What could be better than the divine plan of substitutionary atonement? God must punish sin--He could not be God unless He did. It is a necessity of His nature, that He should hate sin with an infinite hatred, and must punish it!
Yet, as He had loved His people with an everlasting love, how could He better show His love to them and His hatred of sin--than by giving up His well-beloved Son to die instead of them! This seems to me to be the most beautiful thing I ever heard of--and it delights my soul to preach it!
North by Northwest
In July of 2015, researchers at Georgia Institute of Technology released a preview of the results of a study wherein participants’ brains were monitored during showings of scenes from suspense movies.
You know the scenes I’m talking about: Cary Grant being chased down by a low-flying airplane in Alfred Hitchcock’s North by Northwest is a classic, and it was one of those viewed by study participants. For those of you too young for Hitchcock, think of Clarice confronting the killer in Silence of the Lambs, the moment we realize HAL can read lips in Space Odyssey 2001, the bus is hurtling against traffic in Speed, the velociraptors searching for the children in the kitchen in Jurassic Park, or when the hero lands the plane on the Hudson in Sully.
I have a wandering eye. It's too often roaming the landscape, cataloguing what others have and what they get.
And I have a counter in my pocket to keep track of inequities I see -- mostly as they work against me. Or, as I perceive them to. There have been a few parenting moments when I detect the slightest squeamishness in my soul for being a hypocrite when I tell my kids, “Life’s not fair.” In better moments I know I’m my own audience when I talk to them about contentment no matter what the situation, about “fairness” being the last thing we want from God, about his glory and our good.
"People who do not know the Lord ask why in the world we waste our lives as missionaries. They forget that they too are expending their lives ... and when the bubble has burst, they will have nothing of eternal significance to show for the years they have wasted."—Nate Saint
Known as the missionary pilot who flew with fellow laborers into the midst of the Auca Indians, a tribe inclined toward killing without restraint, Nate Saint* uttered these words not to condemn those who didn't approach missions the way he did, but to bear Holy Spirit conviction against those who believe devoting one's life to the furtherance of the gospel to every nation, tribe and tongue is a waste of time.
Every nation (my associates and my enemies -- grand and unseen, petty and provocative), every tribe (those outside my echo chamber), every tongue (the thousands in my path every day who reflect cultural differences) ...
Lord, let me not waste a minute more ...
For the first few weeks of each new year, a plethora of "Best Moments of" lists fill our newsfeeds and headline the segments on slow news days. For 2016 we've already seen the
"Best Sports Moments of 2016"
"Best Photographic Moments of 2016"
"Best Election Moments of 2016"
"Best Entertainment Moments of 2016" (would that be the same thing?)
"Best Literary Moments of 2016"
The stories are entertaining, but none of them have any relevance to me. Certainly nothing I've done will make any "Best of" list. My life is a dirty laundry pile of mundane moments.
In God’s economy, however, there is nothing too small to be considered inconsequential.
Time for a writer's block diversion!
I thought it would be interesting to review the words that tumbled out of my head and onto the "page" a year ago, two years ago, three years ago, so I checked in with my archived #thereyougothinkingagain posts from January 2016, as well as posts and articles from various other venues. There were a few from 2014 that I found as well, but none from 2015 -- the year of the unfettered brain (and the retrospectively self-diagnosed concussion).
The peek into past Januaries proved to be more than an interesting diversion. No quick scans here, but journeys through faith revisited as I read again about a never-changing, eternal God dealing with the Laura of 2014 and 2016 through experiences, afflictions, trials, celebrations -- just as he has throughout the 28-year walk I have had with him.
*Breathing. Physiologists say it is one of the involuntary actions of the human body. It just happens. We don't need to learn how to do it -- although most of us need a good slap on the bum to get it started, then the next 23,000 breaths per day (on average) just flow forth involuntarily. They are reflexive.
Laura Miller aka mrsdkmiller
Looking for a list of articles published around the web?
Looking for posts written in response to 5-Minute Friday prompts? Click here:
Her March Isn't Over
Across the River
When God Pries My Fingers Off My Children
Life's Defining Moments
To the Christian Wife Who Berated Her Husband in Front of My Daughter
Zeal and Grace in France
An Unconventional Love Story
Seeing What's in Front of Our Eyes
Remembering Why I Called You Hannah
Love Your Sister.
Because He Came Home
Go Valiantly! A Prayer for New Homeschooling Moms
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