“And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.”Romans 5:2-4 NIV
There was a line of air between the ramp I walked down and the airplane I flew in last night to go down to Southern California. I could see straight down to the ground below. It is only a couple inches wide but every time I take that last step, my heart skips a beat and I know it is a commitment.
I am committing my time, my trust and my very life into the hands of pilot and crew. I am trusting that we will fly. I am trusting that we will arrive safely to our destination.
I love to fly. I actually find it very relaxing but every time I cross that thin line of air, my heart picks up a beat. It always feels amazing to fly and that it has become a normal mode of transportation for human beings.
I wonder if the crew who fly everyday have lost the wonder of it. Doing
something everyday, no matter how miraculous it actually is, can become monotonous, normal and joyless.
Your life with God is like that. It is amazing and miraculous. Instead of a line of air you must cross, it is a line faith.
The first time you cross it, you know it is a miracle. You know it is a gift.
You know that you are committing your time, your trust and your very life into a relationship with the living and Almighty God. You are trusting that it is even possible to have a relationship with God. You are trusting that in the end of it all you will arrive safely to your final destination- eternity in heaven.
But then you cross that line day after day, year after year and forget that faith is a miracle. It can too easily become monotonous, normal and joyless.
It takes intention and a good reminder to wake yourself up to the wonder of life with God now and for all eternity.
“You never saw him, yet you love him. You still don’t see him, yet you trust him—with laughter and singing.
Because you kept on believing, you’ll get what you’re looking forward to: total salvation.” (1 Peter 1:8-9 MSG)
Have you lost the wonder of your faith in Christ Jesus?
Did you know that you can love and trust God daily but it won’t be filled with laughter and singing unless you remember the look down at the thin line of faith you are crossing. Until you remember the miracle you are living.
Every day, in every way that you cross it, it is a miracle that you get the privilege of living out.
You will live it out best when you take a moment to recapture the wonder and take hold of the joy of crossing the line of faith.
I know, I know… I said I would write every day but a funny thing happened on the way to Philadelphia. Once I arrived I silenced out. Everything became quiet inside and I just soaked it all in.
Now, I am on the last leg of my journey home from Pennsylvania and the time on my iPad says it is 9:10pm. The sun is just now setting or maybe it isn’t because I feel like it has been setting for the last hour without releasing into the night. We are flying west and it seems like we are racing the moon, flying into the sun. As I look out the window of the airplane at the bright sky which I am flying through, I think how relative time is. Time is numbers to count moments, seconds to measure them, a record of the past, a way to plan the future. We fly through time zones and skip hours, set our watches forward and backward once each year. The illusion of time can be a prison or playground, a way to mourn the passing of, a way to grasp the possibility of.
Do I need the clock to tell me time has past?
Can I not look into the mirror or gaze at my child’s face?
Do I need a watch to plan my future?
Can I create a dream not dictated by it’s hands, but solely the hands of my Creator?
Do I need more time or do I need to let go of it all together and launch into the purposes of life without the expectations of how much time it might take?
Do I use the measure of time as a tool to transform reality into destiny or does it use me to mark milestones that are not the true measures of success nor a basis to build the future on?
As I fly into time tonight, I want to unshackle it’s hold upon my ankles. To run forward free from the fear of it, to shake off the shame of it’s trembling finger, to break it’s binding hold on my heart and mind, to see the insincerity of semblance of order and control when truly it is a man made measure and can not contain within it’s measure God’s true purpose.
Will I let that which man created to measure the passing of time sabotage that which God has created me to do? Does God plan with a watch on His wrist? With a ticking clock echoing in halls of heaven? Does He limit His hand to only work within the confines of mankind’s creations of a machine to order the day and the masses?
I think not. His purposes span the width of this palm not the width of the face of a clock. It is not too early nor too late. Let us not limit His desire to time span, let us not fall into a trap of futility by declaring that too much time has past to transform the horizon of our destiny or the course or our journey. Let us neither say that not enough time has past for His purpose to be accomplished. It could be a second or a century. I have no power to make it go slower or rush faster just by measuring it’s moments in words that make me feel in control.
“But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.” (2 Peter 3:8 NIV)
Do not forget this one thing…..
Time is but an illusion we have created to judge our age and expectations when God uses neither to establish usefulness or presence of purpose. Place yourself fully within the sovereign hands of God. See the ticking clock on your wall for what it is: a machine.