I’m after love that lasts, not more religion. I want you to know GOD, not go to more prayer meetings. Hosea 6:6
I’m so glad that God want a relationship with me. It’s not about how good I am. It’s not about the gold stars on my Sunday School attendance chart. It’s not about how well I clean up and look the part. It’s about a relationship with God. It’s knowing Him more and opening more of myself to Him. It’s about quality time building intimacy with Him. And the cool thing is, the more I’m with Him, the more I get to know Him, the more I desire to be with Him and be like Him.
We had our Creative Path small group last night. It was a gorgeous Spring evening, so we sat on the back porch among the blooming maple and the hostas that are rocketing out of the ground. As we went around the circle and talked about what each of us were doing:
- Karen helped start a creative movement troupe that performed at one of our local church on Easter Sunday, and it was a great success
- Kathy has started making jewelry, and on Saturday a woman not only took all of her jewelry to sell in her shop, but begged for more
- Randy spent Saturday painting by the Des Moines river and showed us a picture of a sign that he painted for a friend’s shop
- Wendy showed the group a finished pot that she threw on the potter’s wheel, and discussed her parts in two local productions and plans to direct a third
It just made me feel good to think back to when our class began a year and a half ago. Most of these people would have told you that they don’t have a creative bone in their body. Either that, or they had been so beaten down with shame that they didn’t have even a mustard seed of faith to pursue their creative desires. Now look at them. It’s so cool. I’m so proud of them all.
Madison is attending a girls retreat at church this weekend. For some strange reason, our wicked youth ministry directors, Steph and Sarah, didn’t want the girls staying overnight in the church, so they all came to OUR house!
Upon arrival, the gaggle of gigglers stampeded downstairs. A minute later Madison asked me where the sleeping bags were. I told her I’d get them out and proceeded downstairs to the storage alcove behind the family room. In the 60 seconds from the girls entering the back door to me entering the family room, a couple of the girls had decided to change into their sweats.
Now, I swear I saw nothing (thank you Sgt. Schultz)! But I it was an embarrassing moment for all parties involved. I went upstairs where Madison, who missed the whole incident, was scraping up extra pillows. I told her what happened and apologized.
Madison knows her dad so well. Seeing that I was shaken up and felt terrible, she patted me on the back with a chuckle. "Don’t worry, Dad. Just go down and watch Lord of the Rings and forget about it."
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I was on the road yesterday in Minneapolis with a fellow group member. We were driving back in an afternoon downpour and I witnessed the most brilliant rainbow I’ve ever seen in my life. I don’t know if it was a trick played by my windshield or what, but this was a double rainbow that went through the color spectrum twice. It was so brilliant that it hurt our eyes to look at it. If you looked at it and then turned away you saw rainbows wherever you looked. It was awesome.
Of course, I can’t look at a rainbow without thinking of God’s promise. Yesterdays rainbow was another little reminder to me that God loves us extravagantly (Eph 5:2) and his promises are just as sure.
Then I’ll go back to where I came from until they come to their senses. When they finally hit rock bottom, maybe they’ll come looking for me. Hosea 5:15 (TM)
I had a teacher once who said, "Be very concerned if and when you realize that God is silent in your life." I think people often see God as the punishing parent who smothers us with judgment, always spiritually sending them to their room or withholding their allowance if they sin. I think God is more like the way He describes Himself through Hosea. He draws off and lets us wallow in our own stupidity and stupidity’s natural consequences until we come to our senses and seek Him out.
They’ll eat and be as hungry as ever, have sex and get no satisfaction. Hosea 4:10 (TM)
When your soul is empty, you’ll try to fill it by indulging all sorts of appetites.
It doesn’t work.
It’s been a long week of rehearsals for the Tulip Time show, The Dominie’s Wife. Wendy and I have been at the theater every night. But it’s been fun to feel things begin to flow. There’s something that happens in the run of a show – when the blocking is done and the actors begin to let the characters emerge on stage. You stop thinking about lines and where you’re going. You just begin to feel the moment to be that character. I might get in trouble with the anti-Harry Potter crowd here, but the only word I can use to describe it is magical.
Wendy and I watched Remember the Titans last weekend. There’s a scene where Denzel Washington’s character walks out on the football field, takes a deep breath and says "this is my sanctuary." I get the same feeling being in the theatre, walking around back stage, standing in the shadows waiting for the bright lights to hit you when you walk out. My spirit feels at home there.
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