I live in a small town in the midwest. Not much of what is happening in the world seems to affect life here, except when I fill my gas tank, or try to find a job. But thanks to the brilliant minds of technology, I am able to open my laptop and with one or two clicks, global life is right in front of me. And with those few clicks, all of the pain that lives “over there” somewhere invades my quiet home and life. Suddenly the issues I have been focused on appear rather petty. Part of me sits up a little straighter as I join the rest of the grownups, now armed with a clue of what’s going on in the world. The other part of me wants to head right back to the kiddie table and just be petty. But it’s hard to un-know something.
So now I know. There are wars and rumors of wars; natural disasters crippling entire nations; kingdoms being divided against themselves. The discussions at the grownup table center around tragedy in Japan, radiation risks, crashing stock markets, and a place called Libya and the madman of power there. Words like Tunisia, Egypt, Darfur, genocide, reactors and meltdowns all fly past me as my brain searches frantically for Tunisia on the map in my head. Then someone mentions the name Rob Bell and the whole table erupts. And I glance longingly at the kiddie table.
They say knowledge is power. As of yesterday, I didn’t feel powerful. I felt overwhelmed and off balance. I wasn’t fearful, I just had a sudden sense that things are moving a lot faster than I thought they were. People are dying, but I have to figure out what to make for dinner. I didn’t know what to do about either one.
And then this morning, the Word of God began to speak.
From one page, one chapter, one verse to another I was reminded that He alone is God, creator of heaven and earth, sovereign ruler over all time and events, and the final authority over life and death. He laid the foundations of the earth we spin on, hung the stars and tells the ocean where to stop. Only by His consent does man move and breathe and have his being. Dominion is firmly His, and He rules over all nations.
He is my God. And this is His heart ~
“For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
Many believe that the events we are watching in the world are described in Matthew 24. If this is true, then the world has much more to fear than earthquakes and radiation. But for those who know Him, those who have called upon the Name of Jesus, there is nothing to fear…there is just much to say. Because what we know far exceeds the importance of leaking radiation, falling stock markets, and kings who have been raised up and taken down. What we know outweighs the devastation the world is watching and living in.
Enter the reason for the strange title of this post.
“…for, ‘Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.’ How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, ‘How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!'” Romans 10:10-15
I know little about nuclear reactors or why it’s bad if they have a meltdown. I would be hard pressed to find Tunisia on a map, or tell you the name of Egypt’s ruler and why they don’t like him. I spend a lot of time confused when I sit at the grownup table.
But here, in my quiet town in the midwest, I know what much of the world does not. So Lord, in the midst of pain and death, the shaking of the earth and the fear that has come with it, in all of the chaos and confusion…make my feet beautiful.
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You, and the words of your heart in this comment, delight the heart of God. Your concerns about the political/civil realm of this world are not wrong…they are part of your wiring. We just have to remember that our desire to fix the world around us cannot overshadow, or take priority over, God’s desire to save it.
It’s an honor to be at the grownup table with you. 🙂 I love you.
First of all…your feet ARE beautiful…I have always been sitting at the grown up table, committed to being on top of the latest breaking news. I have always had disdain for others who didn’t feel the need to understand what is going on in the world regarding the political realm and the ramifications of elections, not just in our PTAs and Church board of directors or our little social clubs…but from our own local and state and national levels and yes, even the international world. I pounded my fist on that table in frustration wondering WHY? Why do so many Christians seem so apathetic to what is really happening? Do they not see that a Presient who aligns himself with people who appear to be so ‘anti-America’ anti Christian…pro abortion, oy.. this list that is growing every day has given way to headaches and upset stomachs from my inability to comprehend why the voice of Christ is not louder. I have my own customized soapbox that I stand on a regular basis. Shouting mostly to myself or to anyone who will listen, the perils of public collective bargaining by Unions, and what about the cowardly way our leaders fall over themselves trying not to insult Mohammad…and yet devote so much of thier time to defending the rights of others to condemn Christ and His followers as haters and bigots and dangerous to society.
I could go on for days with a diatribe of injustices in the world beginning right here in America…land of the FREE….
ahhhh but then, you my sister….have such a way of hearing my heart through the miles and without a word from my mouth. You post John 3:16 as I did on March 16th, mine was just a reminder of who I am….Yours…well..a reminder of who I am in Christ.
Sooo I step down from my soapbox, redfaced and tear stained. In the midst of my fist pounding about the behaviour of others, I hear my Fathers voice calling to me…(imagineing His fist pounding on the banquet table ) about my own LACK of behaviour. ‘Soooo missy… while you are voicing your indignancy of others, what have YOU done lately? When was the last time You shared the Good News about MY Son and brought the house down with My Word? When have YOU shared Christ with someone who needs to know Him?’
Yes dear sister, you have very beautiful feet…mine on the other foot, have bunions that ache, ingrown toenails, and an awful painful step in my walk. You never cease to amaze me with the simplest of words…albeit powerful and convicting because they come right from the Father. And when you post them, I can once again hear His voice that I sometimes tune out. Thank you for that slap on the back of the head and the realization that to sit at the grown up table…one must be like the children.
I love you