Showing posts from February, 2018

Messy Room

No one would pay to stay in a messy hotel room but we will spend our lives living in messy rooms, dorms and homes.Over time we get comfortable with the disorganized chaos.We tell ourselves, we know where everything is and can find it easily.Occasionally, we clean the mess when expecting company.We do not pay for mess or want to visit mess. Other people do not appreciate our mess. It takes a very close friend or family member to put up with our mess and if they do, it is for a short stay.I have been known to clean a house before unpacking my bags.Some of us carry Lysol to make sure the place is clean.Who would want to stay in mess?

Colossians 1:27  27 To them God willed to make known what are the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles: whichis Christ in you, the hope of glory.

Our Lord Jesus Christ lives in us in the midst of our mess.It is this great mystery of how Christ comes to reside in our messy lives that should cause us to fall prostrate in praise and prayer.None o…

Why sing?

Most birds sound like sopranos.Every now and then you hear an alto, but regardless they are always singing.Whether early in the morning or in the wee hours of the night, they sing.They neither have a roof over their head or a chef to cook to provide meals, they sing.In storm, snow and blazing heat without air conditioning or the warmth of a fire, they sing.A bird will sing. Why does the bird sing whether alone or with the flock?What prompts them to chirp?Only God knows.
Psalm 104:12
12 By them the birds of the heavens have their home;
They sing among the branches.

We may not know for sure why birds sing, but we certainly ought to know why we sing.When we think about the continual flow of blessing that envelope us each day, praise and song should be our response.When we consider the Lord’s death on a cross on behalf of desolate, sinful man, songs of praise should fall from our lips.No matter our circumstance in life, a song of thankfulness should be heard by all who come near.What prompts…

The Waiting Room

 What happens in the waiting room?  It appears only a fewparentsare completingtheirpaperwork because they are just starting to fill out forms when I open the door to the exam room.  Urgent phone calls have not been completed because parents are still making calls when I attempt to ascertain why they are in the office.  Children’s coats and hats are stillonbecause they were not removed while sitting in the waiting room.  Surely, Dads have already called their wife to find out what they were told to tell the doctor but no, they take out the phone in the while I am examining their childto speak to Mom.  What on earth is going on in the waiting room!  Apparently, not very much.  John 9:4