HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY May 23–29, 2022

May 23, 2022
#204 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Sun­day, April 24, 2022 My moth­er used to use the expres­sion “…look­ing at the world through rose-col­ored glass­es.” (It was not a com­pli­ment.) And my nephew recent­ly asked me, “It seems easy to see God’s love when you are sur­round­ed by your beau­ti­ful and lov­ing fam­i­ly, but what about when noth­ing is going right and it all feels hope­less?” I admit my dai­ly posts seem pret­ty upbeat. I asked a men­tor: Christ suf­fered, don’t we have to suf­fer? He said: I don’t know, we have to trust God for that. I thought that was a good answer. As for the ephemer­al stuff, like moods and dai­ly crises and sti­fled ambi­tions– that is the soil in which God grows our character.

May 24, 2022
This one is a life­time golf highlight…
#205 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Tues­day, May 24, 2022 (Hap­py birth­day, Bob Dylan) I shot my age in golf today (I play the short tees). That was on my buck­et list. It is such a per­son­al accom­plish­ment that my ego wants to dive right in and bask in the per­son­al glo­ry, but I am hav­ing none of it. I have had brief moments in my life, in dif­fer­ent activ­i­ties, where I felt like I could do what I want­ed to do and I did it. The feel­ing is mag­i­cal. We see this all the time with our ath­letes and musi­cians and writ­ers and artists and all human cre­ators pur­su­ing their var­i­ous arts. We get to expe­ri­ence what God did when He went through the steps of cre­ation, always say­ing “It is good.” I got a lit­tle taste of that today, and it was good.

May 25, 2022
#206 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Mon­day, April 18, 2022 This one is from our pas­tor’s ser­mon on East­er Sun­day: There was a man who dot­ed on his grand­son. One day his daugh­ter called and asked if he could watch the boy while she went to a meet­ing. When he arrived at her house, he heard a ter­ri­ble scream­ing com­ing from inside. He hur­ried in and there was the boy cry­ing like a ban­shee in his playpen. Just as he rushed to him, his daugh­ter came into the room and said, “Don’t you dare take him out of that playpen. He has to learn to lis­ten to his mama. Now let me fin­ish my make-up.” Before she even got back to her mir­ror, the cry­ing had stopped. Darn that man, she thought to her­self, stomp­ing her foot. Why won’t he do what I ask? She went back to the liv­ing to rep­ri­mand him. There she dis­cov­ered the two of them–in the playpen!
And that is just how our heav­en­ly Father will meet us right where we are.

May 26, 2022
#207 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Sat­ur­day, April 23, 2022 “I have learned to be con­tent regard­less of my cir­cum­stances.” (Philip­pi­ans 4:11) What a won­der­ful approach to life! This is a verse I can apply moment by moment, day by day. Of course, St. Paul was deal­ing with ship­wrecks and pris­ons and beatings–I am deal­ing with stalled traf­fic and house­hold mal­func­tions and bad bounces of the golf ball. God says don’t wor­ry about it–you work on the con­tent­ment and I’ll work on the circumstances.

May 27, 2022
#208 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Tues­day, April 26, 2022 Two car­di­nals are court­ing right in front of me–heck, there go two blue jays…and two mourn­ing doves! Boy, I miss the old days when that kind of dri­ve coursed through me. To every­thing there is a season…

May 28, 2022
#209 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Wednes­day, April 27, 2022 Some­times this writ­ing project feels like mes­sages in bot­tles, thrown out into the sea, with no earth­ly idea where they will end up. I want to direct the current–I hope Bethany reads this one, this one is for Nathan, Zachary should hear this–but God is hav­ing none of it. My true pur­pose, if I can live up to it, is to be a tran­scriber. God will address the envelopes.

May 29, 2022
#210 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Sat­ur­day, April 16, 2022 I some­times fear i don’t have the prop­er rev­er­ence for cer­tain hol­i­days (like East­er). I tend to for­get about the hor­ri­ble dark­ness that was nec­es­sary to bring out the joy of East­er. I’m much bet­ter at han­dling joy than sor­row. But I don’t wor­ry about it much any more–God will teach me what I need to know. I’m try­ing to learn to listen.

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