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Jesus, (I’ll) Take the Wheel

No help required, everything is awesome!

It happens to all of us. Yep, you and me, and anyone else who is a Christian. When things are going well in our lives, we have everything figured out. Life is smooth ride and all we need to do is sit back and take it all in. No need to wonder how we got there or if the God of the universe might have had something to do with it.  We have everything under control.

We say, “Jesus, I’ll drive.”

Then the storm comes. 

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

One of my favorite songs of all time is the hymn known as “In Christ Alone.” The very first line is “In Christ alone my hope is found” – a bold saying given how much I hope for all kinds of things.  I hope for healthy kids, I hope for a long life, I hope I get hired, I hope for healthy relationships, I hope I get to my appointment on time, etc.

But what does it mean to say that my hope is in Christ alone?  Is it wrong to hope for a certain outcome in any given circumstance?  Not really, but the question is what is the root of your hope? What is the root of my hope?  If it is something other than Jesus and his resurrection, then there will be trouble.

The type of hope that I want to talk about is the hope that accompanies unforgiveness. Someone has wronged me and so…  I hope they feel bad for that.  I hope he pays for what he did.  I hope they understand my pain.  I hope they say sorry. 

Whose Strength

I spend a fair amount of time outdoors. Recently I was climbing on Mount Erie near Anacortes. As my partners and I neared the top, I looked up and there, not 50 feet above us, was a bald eagle flying past. It was one of the most amazing things I’ve seen. A few minutes later […]

He Goes Before You

street-962796_640This time next year I will likely be sitting in a different house, in a different city, in a different state.

Where? I have no idea.

My husband, Tim, is a doctor in the military, so we will go where he is needed—where we are sent. Sometime before the end of the year we’ll receive a list of job openings around the country (world?) and we’ll have the opportunity to weigh our options and rank which ones we like the best. Then we’ll wait a few more months. Sometime in the spring, we’ll be told where we’ll be sent.

The upside: the Army will send packers and movers to our house to do the wrapping and packing and heavy lifting. The downside: we don’t have much time to plan.

It’s a grand adventure to be sure. It’s also potentially disastrous for a worry-wartish planning type like me. Where will we live? Will we make friends? How will we find a church community?

The Last Thing I Wanted To Do

It was a cold, rainy morning and when I woke up, going to church was the last thing I wanted to do.

It’s going to be so crowded . . . the message will be watered down . . . you’re just going to have to watch a bunch of baptisms of people you don’t even know. I mean . . . baptisms on Easter? How cliché can you get?

It was Easter Sunday, 2009, in Seattle. I had only been attending the church for a month, and I had already decided the Easter baptism service was going to be over-produced and emotionally manipulative. All I wanted to do was drink my coffee in my robe and watch a Friends marathon.

Yet I felt a prompting, and my feet led me up the hill to the church.

Through the Fog

Several years ago while living in Los Angeles, some friends and I left the urban wilds of the city behind and headed into the mountains to the northeast for the weekend.  Once there I hoped to surround myself by trees actually native to the state and experience weather more reminiscent of a Washington summer.  I’d […]