Thursday, September 16, 2010

It's Easy, Until it Comes Down to Us


It's strange, almost, how easy it is to say that something is a good idea, so long as we don't have to be the ones to carry it out. It's easy to see a person who is homeless and think that someone ought to do something. It is harder to pack an extra sandwich for them, and harder still to actually give that sandwich away.

I've been there. I've hesitated those few seconds too long and watched the moment slip away forever. I've known that there were things that I was supposed to do, and I've crossed over to the other side of the road -- sometimes literally -- in order to avoid doing them. And, just like all of us, I've wondered later, "What if?"

"How would things be different now?"

If I can help it, I don't want to see my "kids" from church make those same mistakes.

I know, in the part of my being that hears the soft whisper of the Spirit and knows things before they have even been said, that there are people who are supposed to be a part of the Focus Month that starts in two weeks.

In some cases, I could list them off for you by name. (But, I won't)

Me knowing who they are, isn't going to be what convinces them to join in.

Only God can do that. Only God can make it clear that the answer to the enemy's Chaos is to do something so absurdly deliberate that it can not be mistaken for anything else. Only God can bring the conviction that doing this isn't only for their own sakes but also for the sakes of their friends, who desperately need to see the Kingdom lived out in a tangible way.

Only God can bring parents and students alike to the point where they decide that Justice is greater than their fear of rocking the boat.

And, only God can send the quiet whisper that says to follow and direct us on a path that avoids the question of, "What if?"

"Then...your righteousness shall go before you; the glory of the LORD shall be your rear guard...and you shall be called the Repairer of the Breach, the Restorer of Streets to Dwell In."
Isaiah chapter 58

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