I must apologize for not keeping up with my blog reading and writing. I hope to return to regular writing and reading next week after I am fully settled into my new job as transitional pastor at Covenant Alliance Church in Orangeville ON Canada.
Just so you don’t think I am lazing around doing nothing I have posted a link to my sermon from last week!
When I talk to fellow Christians I don’t often find myself using S***** in conjunction with Holy. I have no problems talking about God or Jesus but the Holy Sp****, these are words that, when put together, are not part of my vocabulary. I do not deny that God has power. I believe the stories recorded in the Gospels that document the miracles performed by Jesus. Still, when it comes to things that happen right now I am more likely to attribute them to God or Jesus not a move or power initiated by the Holy Spi***. I treat these words, like they are bad words when used together.
If you asked me to perform tasks with my non-dominant hand, look out. After 52+ years of favouring one hand, suddenly asking me to do the opposite is not going to be easy. It should be simple shouldn’t it? With a little practice or maybe a lot of practice I should be able to overcome the underdeveloped skills and muscle tone to produce the same outcome previously achieved by my other hand shouldn’t I? Still, it is likely that once given the chance, I will return to my old way of doing things because it was the way I have always done things; it is easier.
That’s a lot of people inside my head but don’t worry because the title is a little misleading. A more accurate title for this post would be, I Wish I Was Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. For those not familiar with my “I Am _____” series, this is usually the part where I add the disclaimer about me knowing that my name is really Dave followed by something that eludes to the fact that while I may be Dave I am still Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego or whomever the title suggests I might be. This time is different. This time I can only wish I was Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.
I’m still trying to figure it out. What seemed so clear to me in the past is being challenged. I am not sure how or why I came to believe what I did but I think it’s time I let the Holy Sp**** challenge me. I’m not sure how many of you would join me on this journey. I’m not sure how many will stop reading my blog. I find each time I am challenged to look at things differently, I wonder where I will end up. The one thing I know is I will not end up where I started.
People around the world sit in their homes waiting for good news. They wonder how long this will last. They wonder what they touched, who breathed on them, what dangers lurk that science has not yet discovered. In history when countries and continents were ravaged by disease all people had was prayer. There were no answers. Science was not that advanced. God was all they had. When prayer was answered people recognize that there was something more than them. But now we have medical science. Now all we have to do is sit and wait, hunkered down in our homes until this passes. Someone will come up with a vaccine. Someone will discover the treatment. All we have to do is wait.