November 17, 2005

So any day can be a disaster. Any day can be setup for a complete wreck. Then, somedays, if you ask for it, God can step in and turn a possible train wreck into the best day of your week.

To say the least, I woke up thinking today was going to be a rushed mess of insanity, missed deadlines, and tardiness. I at some point before leaving the house, get a prayer for some help out of my mouth. Today, giving God the time to work made all the difference.

Every deadline was met, with time to spare. Tardiness was avoided, and in fact, being early was normal. Instead of insanity, I was shown peace. Everything worked out beyond anything I could imagine, and I know that it's no fault of mine that it worked out.

I feel that the world is trying to creep back into my heart and my head. I know that sin is starting to work together to try to overcome me. For the first time in my life, I think I realize it happening, and know that there is one way out of that.

People still give me crazy looks when they find out that I don't want to be in control of my life. They think I must be insane to leave my "fate" up to something that isn't sitting right in front of me, talking to me about my financial future, my 401K, and my mortgages. The beautiful thing about faith is that we can trust the One that we can't sit across the table from. We can trust Him far more than any financial advisor, or politician, or anyone on this planet, with our lives. But I still get the crazy looks.

I saw an amazing film today, called Baraka. The film itself was impossible to describe, but in it, I think God was working on my heart towards the way I feel about other people. The film contained images of the way different cultures and religions lead different lives, and throught this, God is beginning to show me how much I need to understand that these people are human beings just like me. Every image in a National Geographic or Time Magazine always seemed like just that. An image in a magazine. Today, like I said, God finally showed me, that these people are just like me, only in different circumstances. Watching the people from every area as far as Cambodia to as close as South America, I finally saw these men and women as human beings, or more as brothers and sisters, even if they don't share my beliefs.

Struggling with the large problems in life is a beautiful chance to let God take control. But what about the tiny, insignificant events in our lives that we feel are too small for God to worry about? Are the small problems any smaller than the big ones, in asking for help? From day to day, I am beginning to think that maybe the small problems are more important in praying about, simply because of how quickly we dismiss asking for help, and in turn let the small problems grow into the big ones.

If we are to love our enemies, why do so many of us continue to even make enemies? If we show the love we are told to, would there be such a thing as an enemy at all? Is the war we make and the blood we shed in our homes, lives, and nations worth sacrificing the love we should bear in God?