January 7, 2005

Sometimes the fact that God puts you in the same situation many times, it's possible you're missing the point He's been trying to make since the first time.

Other times, it seems that the same situation is a quite versitle tool in doing His work.

This is not just philosophical banter, either. I mean this in a specific sense.

Many times over the last few weeks I've mentioned how much my new job gives me the opportunity to witness, both with and without words, and to talk in general about my faith and spirituality.

This is particularly interesting when it comes to the topic of working on Saturdays.

Both of the last two times that I've worked during the day on Saturday, near the end of the shift, I end up in a very deep spiritual conversation with my co-worker.

Maybe this is from the lack of business we tend to have at that time in the afternoon, or maybe it is something bigger. The fact of the matter is, I believe that God works through that place, and through all of the people in it, whether they believe in God and what Christ did, or not. And it's unbelievable.

After I clocked out of work, I actually stayed and talked to another co-worker, who is quickly becoming a good friend, and discussed many, many things in a short amount of time.

The main thing that stuck with me is how much people tell others they believe in God, but how few will mention the name of Jesus. We both consented that it scares us how easily the feeling is spreading that simply believing God is there is enough. That to mention Jesus is, like I said a while back, almost a taboo thing.

How is love taboo?

I also talked to another friend about something that truly excites me, in an odd spiritual sense.

A building on my campus is being prepared for implosion. As it turns out, the hotel that is being dismanteled, the hotel of many metaphors of mine, is part of this project. A friend that I made, partly through these metaphors, and through this journal, has made a point of mentioning the implosion to me, and it is very interesting to me. I am pretty sure at this point that I will be in the crowd when the building comes down, and as I watch something be torn down in order to give it a fresh start. The beauty of the idea still shocks me.

When we try so hard to MAKE something happen, does it ever work quite as well as when we just give up and LET it happen? If we try to force God's hand, do we really think we have the power to do so? Do we think our will greater than His?