In the stars His handiwork I see,
On the wind He speaks with majesty.
Though He ruleth over land and sea,
What is that to me?
A month ago, I hopped on to Twitter only to read 140 characters highlighting funeral plans for someone I knew. I didn’t even know he had died. He was my age, with young kids, and enjoyed a high profile career. My first thought was perhaps he died in a car wreck, but my gut was twisting into more tragic possibilities. As it turns out, my instincts were correct. This precious man delivered himself to an early grave. The world is now sentenced to a life without him. I have other friends facing trials. They are losing jobs, relationships, property. I talked to one the other day who is having a particularly hard time. She is a self-proclaimed “good person.” (Aren’t we all?) She always says this when the conversation inches toward God.
She left the church many years ago. Of course, abandonment is often a two-way street, and there were so many people at the church she attended who had already “friended up.” After many years, she just walked away, and sadly, nobody kept up with her. Not. one. person.
All her fears and disappointments from the church were subsequently transferred to God. She quit reaching how to Him, just like she quit reaching out to people at that church, because she feared that He, too, would not reach back. She thought she just wasn’t good enough.
I grew up in the church and from a very young age prayed every day. My father was a minister and I spent most of my life watching people master the motions. I, too, learned to master them. That is not to say that my entire journey was superficial, though much of it was. And, then one day in 1999, something happened. It reminds me of that aforementioned song:
Til by faith I met Him face to face,
And I felt the wonder of His grace,
Then I knew that He was more
Than just a God who didn’t care,
That lived away out there and…
So, I tell my dear friend, that she must stretch her hand out to God, and realize He loves her and wants to help her. She needs a miracle. All the money in the world will not help her now. She most literally needs a judge, like the ones in ancient Israel. They weren’t like the people who preside over courtrooms today. These men and women were also called saviors. Today, in our modern world, judges are identified more with condemnation than salvation.
A supernatural blessing awaits my friend.
Here are some words from Don Henley’s Everything is Different Now: