Thursday, December 30, 2010

Last of This Year...

Chai tea... cinnamon and spice...


Delicious.

Being somewhat obssessive-compulsive when it comes to reading, I actually started reading the box when I took it down for the 3rd or 4th time.

I don't know why it took me that long to read it... Usually, of course, they merely seem to have something about drinking tea or making the earth a greener place. But I loved the quote on this box.


We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.
~Jawaharlal Nehru



Guess what that made me think of? Not only do I agree with this quote the way it is - it's also what I've been trying to do for the past year.


We live in a wonderful world full of beauty, charm, and adventure - because that's how God made it. And if we seek Him with our eyes open, there is no end to what He can teach us or what we can see of Him in our life and the everyday things that surround us.


In January of this year I made it a goal to try posting one "simile," or analogy or whatever you want to call it, a week.
I tried... and it was good. I found myself watching to see Him... looking to see His work. Searching for new ways to understand His dealings with us... and finding them.

He is so incredibly faithful to teach when we ask, and it was amazing to see all that He showed me in such simple little things as spending time with my horse or getting lost while driving.

Anyway, even though my goal has been *relatively* accomplished (I ended up with one for every week, even though they weren't quite spaced that way during the year... Check out His Fingerprints in 2010 to see them all at once :), I still want to be watching for God - and seeing Him in new ways.

So, even though I might not try to post 52 of them this year, hopefully you'll still get a couple... when I see Him in the random things happening around me.



And just to make you think...


What are you watching for?


Pain and Suffering...

Or lack thereof.

I just got my wisdom teeth out. 

Ok, well... on Tuesday. I could have written this post yesterday, but I was too lazy. 
Eh, maybe I'll blame it on the Vicodin®
:)
It doesn't take much to take me out... I remember only about 30 seconds after the injection of anesthetic, and I was gone... 
Nor do I remember anything after that until walking out to the car - though apparently I was able to walk into the recovery room and was answering questions just fine for like half an hour before going to the car. 

(Yikes! And they didn't even notice that I was still completely out of it... tells you how little I usually use my brain...)

I pretty much slept the rest of the day... and Tuesday was not a lot better. But I barely hurt at all. It felt weird, but there was only one ow moment, which is pretty nice for having oral surgery.

But it reminded me of something else. 

Because pain is good. 

No, I don't like it. At all. 
(To tell the truth, I had tears in my eyes after that one ow moment - good thing there weren't more!) :)

But if we didn't have it... obviously we'd be in big trouble. If we did not have a warning when we touched a hot stove - if we could not feel a sliver - if we did not know when we were hurting ourselves...
we would be in real danger. 

Painkillers might feel nice, but even when they mask the pain, they can't completely cover the fact that something is wrong with us, and if we take them too much, too long, or when we don't need them, they're dangerous.

The sensation of pain is vital to a normal life.

It's kind of like our conscience. 

We don't like to feel guilty, either. But can you imagine if we didn't know when we were sinning, how messed up our lives would be? 

Which made me think of the things we sometimes begin to fill our minds with - music, books, movies, anything exciting and distracting, that camouflages our sensation of "pain" - to silence the little warning that we're not doing what we should. They could be things normally harmless merely being used wrong, or things like alcohol, drugs, etc, that are never harmless. 
Like a pain-killer, whatever it is might feel good... but it can't cover the fact that something is wrong, and it's very dangerous. 

The Bible says, Quench not the Spirit - can you imagine how horrible it would be if that little voice were to become silent? 
I can hardly imagine anything more terrible than a seared conscience... and I know I want to be immediately responsive to the promptings of the Holy Spirit. 

It's something I need to remember when the temptation to "listen later" overtakes me... because the phrase "Better to ask forgiveness than permission" is definitely not true when referring to our relationship with God. 
He is merciful to forgive... but if I truly love Him, I will try not to grieve Him.

He has given us the ability to feel of pain and a conscience that can be pricked - both are great blessings from Him.




Seeking Him, because He is indeed amazingly there,

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Coming Back


It's been... three months? since last time I saw my little filly. 
She's still a young horse - and has had very few days of training. 

All of which together left me hoping that maybe, perhaps, in the 3 days between finals at school and Christmas at my Grandparents, I might be able to spend enough time working with her that I could actually ride her a little bit. 

And with the cold, and the fact that I have to get dressed in barn clothes and drive over to the barn (despite all the different winter activities I participate in, I still find myself wishing I could simply curl up by the fire with a book every time I have to go anywhere ;), and with only a slight chance that I'd get to ride at all this month, I was not especially excited when I headed over.

But once I got there...

and brought her in and started working with her... 
and discovered that she was still her usual perfect self... 
I began to enjoy it, as always.

And she was so good... I actually got on her before I left!
First time I'd seen her in months - and she did everything right, even when I was riding her.
Maybe not quite so smoothly as last time... but so good I couldn't believe it.




All of which reminded me of something a Bible study leader once told me.

So often when we miss our quiet time with God, or slack off on what we're supposed to be doing, we somehow get this picture in our mind that He's waiting for us with folded arms, saying "Where have you been?" 
But He's not. 
He's waiting for us with open arms, saying, "My child, I miss you. Come back."

I know that whenever I'm doing something I should not be doing, I don't want to come and spend time with God - but that is exactly what I need to do, and the only thing I need to do.

When stuff happens and I have not spent as much time reading my Bible, etc, as I should... it somehow gets harder and harder to get back to where I was. 

But if I would only drop everything else and go to Him, I will find myself right back in His perfect presence, being renewed and refreshed by His love for me. 

Obviously the time missed is going to affect me - I will not be growing, and things might not go as "smoothly" right away... 
but God does not put us on a waiting list and say, "Oh, once you start coming to Me regularly and show up on time and act like you should, maybe after a while I'll meet with you, and eventually you might get back to where we were."

No, He is right there... I only need to go to Him.

Isn't He good to us?


Seeking Him because He may be found,

Monday, December 27, 2010


This is, perhaps, the strangest Christmas I have ever had... 

With school right up until the last minute,  I have not done any Christmas baking like I usually do...  

With living between two different houses, we have done barely any decorating - we got a tiny tree at our house by school, which I didn't get to help decorate since I was studying for finals. And of course, now we're at our other house where we have no tree at all.

I have been listening to Christmas music... but listening perhaps more for the beauty of the music than the meaning of the words.

Even when my family went to a Christmas Eve service, I was so tired from all our late nights (several people in my family are sick - I think I was just starting to get sick then), it was all I could do just to stay awake.

Besides all this, we aren't really doing presents this year. We were going to go down-hill skiing together... but considering how we're all feeling, we decided not to.

Though I have been waiting for it with probably more longing than ever before - since I could not wait to be done with school - now that at last it is here, I find myself not believing that it truly is Christmas Day.

Why not?

Because I don't feel "Christmas-y."


When my younger brother came and woke me up this morning, I just kind of rolled over and reminded him he wasn't getting any presents, thought about how sore my throat was, and went back to sleep. 


But what is Christmas?

A feeling we get once a year?

The presents we give and receive? 

A certain type of music?

The smell of baking cookies and the feel of a hot oven?

A tree and lights?

Or is Christmas a celebration of the moment when the Almighty Creator of the Universe became as a created being, was born of woman, and came to live on this earth among those He loved enough to live and die for, even though they had rejected Him and were utterly unworthy of His love? 

Is not Christmas about the moment where He became like us that we might become like Him?

One of the greatest moments in this story He is writing - one that every previous moment had been leading up to since that promise in the garden, and one that every following moment depends upon...

It is a moment so beautiful, that we find ourselves lighting up our houses  in remembrance of that time when glory shone around.

A moment so wonderful, that we take time off from other things to prepare special foods and feast together in celebration.

A moment so inspirational, that some of the most amazing music in the world was written about the song of the angels and the reason for it.

A moment so precious that our joy overflows in giving each other presents, imitating the greatest gift that we were ever given - salvation and everlasting life in the person of our Lord Jesus Christ.

A moment that... if we take the time to think about it, will fill us on any day with a feeling of overwhelming gratitude, awe, and adoration for the One who in that moment began again to show how incredibly much He loves us. 


That is Christmas... and if I can't quite believe that Christmas is already over... perhaps I don't need to. 

Because it isn't.

Christmas is about Christ, and He is always present and waiting for me to spend time with Him, always listening to my prayers, always loving me, always working in my life and in the lives of those around me, always present with me

What could be more Christmas-y than that?



Sorry if this is rambling - I sat down to write this... because I knew I needed to. I needed to take that moment to remind myself, and to see again the glory of Christmas. I did, and I am so glad!

The bonfire we ended up building outside to roast hot dogs over while we discussed Christmases past, present, and future (decorating a Christmas tree on the moon?)... the trip to my grandparents where we got to see several relatives and managed to fit together a few presents - and I got an old Sir Walter Scott book that I really wanted, among other things! - and the pretty tree and delicious food and fun games we did later... all that was extra. 

Such things are merely a shadow of the real meaning of Christmas... and that real meaning is so incredible we cannot afford to merely look at the shadow, to miss what it is that lies above.
Did you take the time again this year to look through the shadow?

Sunday, December 26, 2010

iAM

Walking down the hallway in college, between short people, tall people, light people, dark people, fast people, slow people, and everyone in between, you will notice one thing in common.                                                                 
Almost every person is wearing headphones. Half the time you can hear their music anyway, :P but headphones seem to be the most similar thing about students. (Besides backpacks, of course.  :) 
Headphones, connected to some sort of music machine - usually... iPods.  


It's funny...  but have you ever thought about how similar we are to iPods? 

These things are empty, on their own. But whatever they plug into, that is what they are filled with. 

Plug it into your computer, and it will be filled with whatever music (or photos or apps...) are on your computer. It has no magical musical abilities of its own; everything it has - including the very power it needs to run - comes from the computer. The computer, though, can't fit into a pocket. 


Random... but it got me thinking.
What am I plugged into? 

When I am plugged into Christ, when I get my battery charged every day, when I am filled with Him - then I will be able to go anywhere, allowing His love to flow through me and bless those around me. 

When I am plugged into myself... I am nothing. My battery quickly dies and I can be seen for what I truly am without Him - a worthless plastic object that has absolutely no purpose by myself. 

Yet with Him... so much can happen! 
He is everything... and He is willing to fill me with Himself and use me to reach those about me. 

Is that amazing or not?


Seeking Him, that I may be filled with Him,  

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Day Of Judgement

You know I like to dramatize things... so it should come as no surprise that as I found myself preparing for my last three tests, realizing the ridiculousness of a finals week where you could go from an A to a C or worse by one test grade, I found myself thinking...

This is like Judgement Day.


This is where your semester is judged... where your study habits, your use of time, the people you found to tutor you, everything you have done in the past 16 weeks - is weighed in the balance. 

I was found wanting...
and saw the mercy of God so clearly I was dumbstruck. 

I missed the grade I had to have by less than 1%... and I went to the professor in fear and trembling. 

I had nothing to say, nothing to plead with. My grade in Organic Chemistry stunk. I had missed what I needed by so little... but by no matter how much, I had missed it - and there was no way I could make it up now.

He very kindly went over my final with me, twice, and found perhaps two points he could maybe allow me as grading errors... but that was not at all enough to change my grade. 

So he looks at it, looks at me, then scrawls a new grade across my test and hands it back. 
"Have a good break."

And that was it.


Y'know? We completely missed the mark in life. That's what the word sin means. But when we come to the Father and acknowledge that we have not made the grade, though we are without excuse - He simply gives it to us. He has already done the work, already completed the course. And in His merciful lovingkindness He simply writes a new grade on our paper and gives it back to us. 

Is not our God marvelous and wonderful and altogether perfect and lovely and beautiful and so incredibly amazing that we cannot comprehend it? 


In Awe of my Savior,

Monday, December 13, 2010

Yes, Finals Begin This Week.

Now I Lay Me
Down to Study,
I Pray the Lord I
Won't Go Nutty.

If I Should Fail to
Learn this Junk,
I Pray the Lord
I Will Not Flunk.

But If I Do,
Don't Pity Me at All,
Just Lay My Bones
In the Study Hall.

Tell My Prof
I Did My Best,
Then Pile My
Books upon My Chest.

Now I Lay Me
Down to Rest,
And Pray I'll Pass
Tomorrow's Test.

If I Should Die Before I Wake,
That's One less Test I'll Have to Take.

~anonymous

Friday, November 26, 2010

Day 5: My Heart's Cry


Set my soul afire, Lord, for Thy Holy Word.
Burn it deep within me, let Thy voice be heard;
Millions grope in darkness in this day and hour,
I will be a witness, fill me with Thy power.

Set my soul afire, Lord, for the lost in sin,
Give to me a passion as I seek to win;
Help me not to falter, never let me fail,
Fill me with Thy Spirit, let Thy will prevail.

Set my soul afire, Lord, in my daily life,
Far too long I've wandered in this day of strife;
Nothing else will matter but to live for Thee
I will be a witness, for Christ lives in me.
~Gene Bartlett

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Day 4: Happy Thanksgiving!


For the beauty of the earth
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.

For the beauty of each hour,
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light.

For the joy of ear and eye,
For the heart and mind’s delight,
For the mystic harmony
Linking sense to sound and sight.

For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild.

For Thy Church, that evermore
Lifteth holy hands above,
Offering up on every shore
Her pure sacrifice of love.

For the martyrs’ crown of light,
For Thy prophets’ eagle eye,
For Thy bold confessors’ might,
For the lips of infancy.

For Thy virgins’ robes of snow,
For Thy maiden mother mild,
For Thyself, with hearts aglow,
Jesu, Victim undefiled.

For each perfect gift of Thine,
To our race so freely given,
Graces human and divine,
Flowers of earth and buds of Heaven.

Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.



I just found my favorite Thanksgiving Hymn.

Beauty, glory, love, and joy - all those things for which I am most thankful to the great Lord of all, my Perfect Savior.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Day 3:

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.
~N. Hawthorne



I have written before about why I love stories... and this quote from Hawthorne says exactly what it is about words that fascinates me.

Truth and lies become stories and change lives...

The Word became flesh and changed eternity.

No wonder words are so important to me - it was the Word of God becoming a Man that came and died for me, that loved me enough to save me from myself, and Who even now intercedes for me before the throne.

Praising Him for His goodness and love,

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Day 2: What do you call Him?

Ye call me Light, and see me not.
Ye call me Way, and walk me not.
Ye call me Wise, and follow me not.
Ye call me Fair, and love me not.
Ye call me Rich, and ask me not.
Ye call me Eternal, and see me not.
Ye call me Gracious, and trust me not.
Ye call me God, and fear me not.
If I condemn you, blame me not.

~from "The Counterfeit Christian," Adrian Rogers

Monday, November 22, 2010

Introducing...

Random Quote Week!

Where I... yep, post quotes all week. :)

(That's why yesterday's post had a movie and a quote in it, right?) :D



Day One: From Books


Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. It is necessary to have wished for death, in order to know how good it is to live.
~The Count of Monte Christo


Are you drawing your life from any other source than God Himself? If you are depending upon anything but Him, you will never know when He is gone.
~Oswald Chambers


There is so much hideousness in this war I've got to go and help wipe it out of the world. I'm going to fight for the beauty of life.
~Rilla of Ingleside


We are not given protection. We are given vulnerability.
We are promised, not the absence of pain, but the blessed warning of pain.
We are promised, not that we won't be wounded, not that we won't bleed, but that we will be transfused.
We are promised, not that we won't die, but that we will live.
~Madeleine L'Engle



Have you lost your reputation?
Are you trusting in the Lord?
Have you found a full salvation
From what people think or say?
Do you mean to live for Jesus,
Let the world say what it may?
~Thou Givest... They Gather

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Reality


It was the week before my flight test...
I had studied harder for that than for any other test in my life.

Now I was flying, doing a practice flight with another instructor to prepare for the actual test.
I'd done landings, stalls, radio towers, steep turns... It had taken hours.

Suddenly the instructor turned to me (hot-dog dare-devil that he was, the kind of guy who when you ask "What happens if the door broke and opened while you were flying?" looks and you and opens the door when you're 2,000 feet off the ground).
"Sometimes you get to this point and you forget why you're doing all this. You want to do something fun?"

I did.

And before I knew it, I was upside down and the world was overhead. We spun around and around until I was dizzy, and then he pulled us out of the spin. Then we were flying through the frozen river valley, only inches above the ice... Ice and snow were everywhere... it was like a different world.

It was the most amazing flight of my life.



But do know what annoyed me?
The entire time I felt like I was watching a movie.
Like I was at the Omni-Theatre, watching Magic of Flight or something.
I had to keep telling myself that no, this was really happening.
I was actually hurtling through the air just above the ice, spinning through the air, actually living what I was seeing and feeling.


Just thinking about this lately... and about one of my favorite quotes -

Have you ever felt that there was something going on in life that not everyone was aware of?...As though there’s a story going on that everyone is a part of, but not everybody knows about—a sort of drama, a battle between what’s peripheral and what’s really important. As though the people you meet aren’t just their plain, prosaic selves, but are actually princes and princesses, gods and goddesses, fairies, gypsies, shepherds, all sorts of fantastic creatures who’ve chosen to hide their real shape...Or have forgotten who they really are.
Have you ever thought that?
~The Shadow of the Bear


And I wonder... how many times do we forget about what is real? How often are we aware of the battle going on all around us, of the true story that is being written, of the reality underlying the happenings of our life?
Are we so caught up in the "movies" being played in our life, in the drama, in the fun, in the excitement of what we like and spend time doing, that when reality happens, when God brings us directly into the thick of the fight and gives us a glimpse of the glory beyond, we don't even recognize it?

Instead of seeing the day-to-day things as an inkling of far greater and more wonderful things, we compare those greater things to what is only a faded picture of them. Instead of experiencing the actual moment God places us in, we miss out because we have experienced too many moments faking what it is He wants for us.

We can't live our lives through others' battles and triumphs. We can't get what He wants for us to have by listening to others tell about their quiet times or their witnessing experiences. We have to go live the life He has for us, knowing and experiencing Him, knowing that the "unseen" is true reality.
I want to live in that reality.


Seeking Him, that I may see Him for Who He truly is,

Monday, November 8, 2010

Immortality...

Cell structure, function, division, and replication... Metosis, Meiosis, DNA, genes, and variety...

Do you realize that most of this stuff was not even discovered when my grandma went to college? Weirdness... Anyway.

The last biology lecture I had was on cancer...
lovely, eh? No.

Diabolical was what the professor called it.

Did you know that when a cancerous cell starts dividing, it creates a channel of red blood cells directly to it, bringing as many nutrients as it needs to grow as big as possible? It also loses the blocking mechanism that prevents cells clumping together, the proteins that control when divisions happen, and the proteins that stop tumor growth.


The thing that got me though, was that telomerase is reactivated - something kind of complicated that basically means that the cell never stops dividing. It does not die off after a certain number of divisions as it should.

The cells will (theoretically) live forever.




Which brings me to something else I've been thinking of lately.

Some time last summer or so, I picked up Tuck Everlasting and flipped through it. It's a small book, and it didn't take me long to read. But I put it down somewhat confused.
Why was death glorified as a part of life and immortality turned into a unbearable burden, (and here I'm talking from the movie, of which I've seen parts), even when shared with someone who would love you forever?


Winnie Foster chooses death rather than everlasting life with Jesse Tuck, because, after all, it is not death that should be feared, "but rather the unlived life. You don't have to live forever. You just have to live. And she did."


Fast-forward a scant 30 years...


I notice waterfalls are still big, but other things have changed.



Now we have Bella Swan, not only begging for immortality, but cheerfully willing to risk damnation if it will allow her to live forever with Edward Cullen.


Winnie Foster now seems to be regarded as an absolute idiot for not taking love and immortality when she the chance, and Bella's choice seems to be the one millions of young women would make in a heartbeat, based on Twilight sales.


This change simply mirrors to me what has happened to our culture over the past 30 years. First it was evolution and atheism - you don't have to live forever. Just live. God was taken from the classrooms, from courtrooms, from our culture. We didn't need to live forever - as long as we were living now.

But we are immortal beings. Living now was not enough for us. Enter wizards, witches, warlocks, werewolves, vampires, and - the ability to live forever with benefits far outweighing any negative side effects. It offers the best of both worlds - live now and live forever. God is still not needed; there are other ways to fulfill your desire for immortality. (Without it becoming something unnaturally horrible.)

Did you know that paganism was the 10th largest religion in the United States 10 years ago? And some studies indicate that every 30 months the number of Wiccans doubles? Have you read this article about Twilight? It gave me a whole 'nuther reason why not to read the books or watch the movies. (Not that I really needed another one... :)

I do not believe atheism can hold people's hearts. There is nothing there - and we know there must be something. Atheism merely created a vacuum that must be filled - and there is plenty waiting to fill it.

Are you ready to stand against that plenty? Are you watching the signs of the times? Can you tell those who are searching how they can live forever - without giving in to the dark promise of immortality without God? Are you able to explain to them that there truly is nothing but horror behind that promise?




Seeking Him, that I may be able to withstand in the evil day,





Wednesday, November 3, 2010

O my Lord, I am not eloquent, neither heretofore, nor since thou hast spoken unto thy servant: but I am slow of speech, and of a slow tongue.
And the Lord said unto him, Who hath made man's mouth? or who maketh the dumb, or deaf, or the seeing, or the blind? Have not I the Lord? Now therefore go, and I will be with thy mouth, and teach thee what thou shalt say.

I've read this verse many times before... just got kind of annoyed at Moses's continued stupidity... and moved on.

This week I suddenly paused.

I am not eloquent, wasn't before I got saved, am not now, despite my longing to become so.
I am slow of speech, and of a slow tongue; I never think of what to say until I've missed my chance.

Suddenly God's answer to Moses became His answer to me.


For years I have wanted to be better at talking to people.
To have the "gift of people-speech" if you will.
To be naturally out-going, extroverted, and talkative.

But I'm not.

I wasn't made that way.

And it's okay.


Do you know what I learned this week?

There is a less than 1 in 64 trillion chance that you would end up with the exact set of genes that you have.

Can you comprehend that?
How many variations of you there could have been? How one allele changed would have resulted in a different person?

Yet God planned which genes from your parents would become you.

And if He made me how I am, when He had about 64 trillion other choices right there at conception, He must want me the way He made me.

I don't have to be a fascinating conversationalist or a brilliant speaker. God could have easily made me (or Moses) really good at talking to people.

But He didn't, because He wants to teach us what to say.

He doesn't want us off doing our own thing and thinking we're marvelous. He wants us to know when He is speaking through us so that we can glorify Him. He will be with us and be our mouth. And isn't that better than having my own talented one?!
(And obviously, for those who are really good speakers, God made you that way for a reason too! You have other things that God teaches you to do. :)

Y'know, at first Moses depended on his brother to speak for him.
But as you read through Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy, pretty soon you see that he's talking himself - and doing pretty good at it, too.

As I continue to follow God, He will teach me what to say about Him to those around me.
And is not His plan always so much better than the easier path of natural ability that I would have chosen?


Isn't God good?
:)

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Speaking of Cars... (Check out the end of the post) :D

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Also, if you've ever heard the illustration about giving God the keys to your life and then not grabbing the steering wheel away from Him? That too.



I always like that illustration... but I could never quite picture how it would be done.

See, for me, turning over the car keys and moving from driver's seat to passenger seat means checking out. As far back as I can remember (well, since getting out of car seats), I've brought books along to read in the car. And I will read the whole way. Or talk.
Either way, I don't pay attention to where we're going or how we're getting there. (Which is why I have issues finding my way places I've been a hundred times before - I have no idea how we got there, since I wasn't paying attention.) :P

So just giving God the keys didn't always quite make sense to me.
Because we still have to do things, right?
I'm not just "along for the ride" of life because, in a sense, if I do nothing in my life, nothing will happen.

Yes, sometimes we must "Stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord," but sometimes God says to us, "Wherefore criest thou unto me? Go forward."


And that's where I started looking at the comparisons between cars and life.

At birth we're all given our own life - our own car.
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We can drive them wherever we choose, but only one road leads to our desired destination. No matter how hard we try to find our way by other routes, how long we look, how firmly we believe we're going the right direction, there is only one way that will work.

Jesus said, "I am the Way."

But He did not just tell us that. He left a road map with us so that we could find and follow the way - Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth. It tells us everything we need to know about getting to Heaven.

Besides that, once we start using our map and begin driving the right way, we get GPS as well - the One who teaches us all things and brings all things to our remembrance. (I'm hoping there are some GPS's that feature a male voice... not a big fan of picturing the Holy Spirit as a woman, Asian or otherwise.)
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One thing about cars, these have no backseats. No matter what family we've come from, what kind of car we got, all are equally capable of making it to Heaven. If our parents' cars are going the right way, we can't hide in the back of the van - we have to drive our own car. But if our parents' cars smashed up at some point, that need not prevent us from driving on the right road. God keeps our cars running and is fully able to bring any car home to heaven. On our own we would break down immediately, but if we are driving for Him, He will get us to His house.
Or you could say that we crash our cars as soon as we get them, and salvation is like God giving us a brand new car so that we can safely make it home...
(I can stretch this pretty far if you let me...) :D

We need the help of others (it is not good that the man should be alone) - we wouldn't get very far without gasoline and oil changes and new windshield-wiper fluid...

The dirt of the road often splashes up against us, but we only need that new car once - the dirt will wash off the new car as long as the wreck of the old one has been hauled away.

And I should stop here before this post gets ridiculously long, as all my posts seem to become... If you want to add any more you think of, feel free! :)


Seeking Him as I drive His car His way by His directions...
Oh, and if you want to think about God being in perfect control and being able to work all things out for good... watch this video if you haven't already seen it. :D Pretty cool... info on how long it took them to be able to do that is here.

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