Operator, How May I Connect Your Call?

<sup>From II Corinthians 6:


11-13</sup>Dear, dear Corinthians, I can't tell you how much I long for you to enter this wide-open, spacious life. We didn't fence you in. The smallness you feel comes from within you. Your lives aren't small, but you're living them in a small way. I'm speaking as plainly as I can and with great affection. Open up your lives. Live openly and expansively!


If ever there was a call to the body of Christ -- the Church -- today, it is this it.


xoxoxox

Sorry, I Have No Idea. Actually, I Don't Work Here.

I often walk through a store (usually Wal-Mart, since that's pretty much all there is where I live) and pick up things.  I don't mean things to buy -- I mean things that have fallen on the floor.  I also put the clothing back on the racks when it's fallen down, and even put pieces of clothing with others of its kind when it's out of place.  I pick up trash and throw it away.  I pick up the odd things stuck in the checkout stands and give them to the cashier to put away.

I am just one amazingly conscientious person, aren't I?  Giving and generous with no thought to myself.

Wow, humble too.  I even amaze myself.

Did I mention that I often say to myself, "What is the matter with people these days?" and "Who works here, anyway?  Do they actually work?  Do they pay any attention to the way this store looks?  Well apparently not.  Jeesh, look at this place.  I don't even work here and I'm doing this."

I recently remembered an incident in my past.  A boyfriend at the time (who proved to be a complete jerk -- but apparently now is a pretty nice, good person) noticed a garden hose outside my apartment.  It had not been wound up and put away.  He asked why not.

To which I replied, "How should I know?  It's not my hose."

He then said "Well who cares whose hose it is?  Somebody should put it away!  And especially you if it isn't your hose!"

I then thought "gosh, what's the matter with me?"

I then thought "who does he think he is, anyway?"

Well, even though he and I and pretty much everyone I knew at the time who was my age were all jerks, he was right.  I should have been even more concerned about that hose because it didn't belong to me.

I have such high ideals for myself, my family, my life.  I try to example Jesus in my life.  The problem is that while I think it's a great idea and it will make me look good, my motivation is often suspect.  Or if I were actually honest with myself, I'd have to admit that my motivation pretty much negates the whole action.

And this just goes to show you that no matter how close to God we think we're getting, there is still a vast chasm between us and Him.  All the more reason to believe that it doesn't matter how good we are.  It still won't get us to heaven.

And I am certainly no better than those people who left this stuff all over.  Maybe they were having a crisis, or dealing with unruly children, or in a hurry and late, or maybe they didn't even notice the thing fell down.  Or they were too shy and insecure to admit to a cashier that they just didn't want that thing they brought to the register.

Ah, the benefit of the doubt.  I want it but I don't want to extend it.  Shame on me.

And once again, thank God for His amazing grace.  I have to go to Wal-Mart right now, and I think I'm going to need it.

xoxoxox

Deja Vu All Over Again

I realised something this morning.

I've always wanted a do-over in my life. I've wanted the chance to go back to certain sections of my life and re-do them, so I could avoid the mistakes I made.

This morning I realised I'd just make different mistakes.

And once again I am thankful for the blood of my Saviour!

xoxoxox