One of the biggest sources
of comedy at camp were the group of counselors I liked to call the young guns -
the kids who were as green as the grass at the beginning of the season who
swore they had enough experience to run camp.
Though they barely knew how to get to camp without the help of two
parents, eight phone calls, and 84 emails or facebook messages (because let’s
be real, writing an electronic letter is sooo old school), they inevitably
would make priceless comments that highlighted an eager willingness and a blind
naivete before the campers arrived. Days
later their grand visions of running an entire age group were challenged by
just trying to get 10 kids dressed for breakfast. Let me highlight, this is not
an easy task by any stretch of the imagination!
Lately, life feels like a
conglomerate of moving puzzle pieces. “If you could move this one to the right
and this one to the left, and if you could have done it yesterday it would have
been helpful,” I annotated to God the way I think things ought to be.
Now, if God is as sassy as
I can be I imagine His response would be: “Yes, and if you’d let me be God and
you be you, we’d be better off as well.” Noted, the sass factor of God has not
been documented in (any?) theological textbooks to my knowledge so this is
written only under the authority that I am a Confirmed Christian who at times
drips with New York sarcasm and sass and who appreciates that God speaks my
language in order that I can understand my own ridiculousness at times.
They say it takes 10,000
hours to master something. When we’ve gotten to the level of mastery or even
significant success in some areas of our lives it’s easy to start thinking I should
have mastery over all areas of my life. The fact is, though, the Christian
life, the Christian vocation, is fraught with mystery and wonder. And no matter
how much we have “mastered” being a Christian there is still so much to learn, as
we are an infinite distance from Perfect Love Himself.
God gently reminded me
that I was acting like a young gun this week. It was an employment issue. I
wanted to be God instead of trusting Him. His words from Job echoed:
“Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?
Tell me, if you have understanding.
Who determined its measurements—surely you know!
Or who stretched the line upon it?
On what were its bases sunk,
or who laid its cornerstone,
when the morning stars sang together,
and all the sons of God shouted for joy? (Job 38:4-7)
Tell me, if you have understanding.
Who determined its measurements—surely you know!
Or who stretched the line upon it?
On what were its bases sunk,
or who laid its cornerstone,
when the morning stars sang together,
and all the sons of God shouted for joy? (Job 38:4-7)
To reverse the employment
issue, I had to recognize and live the wisdom
Father Cavanaugh gave Rudy: “There is a God and I’m not Him.” Let us trust and return with all of our heart. Let us live with the confidence that His benefits plan trumps any other and His life insurance plan is filled with good things – “a future and a hope” (Jer. 29:11).
Father Cavanaugh gave Rudy: “There is a God and I’m not Him.” Let us trust and return with all of our heart. Let us live with the confidence that His benefits plan trumps any other and His life insurance plan is filled with good things – “a future and a hope” (Jer. 29:11).
Verso l’alto,
KGRC
Now I’ll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside
my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
A tethered mind freed from
the lies
Here I go again
I often stop to wonder how
this comes to be
Such a glorious love, such
a beautiful mystery
Take this cup away from me and find another one
Or give me strength to
follow you and say your will be done
*I love finding new
artists: PJ Anderson and Connor Flanagan is where it’s at, kids! They know
what’s up J
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