“Sin is crouching at your door; and its desire is for you, but you must master it.”
My father once again has had a letter to the editor of the Seattle Times published; look for Joe Sullivan. This one’s just about strong enough to take the enamel off your teeth, or the paint off the side of a building. Be warned.
Interesting, isn’t it, what you can turn your intelligence to? Here’s a guy who designs devices to save lives because he thinks using engineering to kill is wrong. But in a moment, three sentences, he’s slashing and burning an opposing political viewpoint with the ruthlessness of farmers through the priceless Amazon rainforest. This is a side of my father that we don’t see often, a bright but mercilessly hot blade through conservative butter.
Which makes me think of mercy, and grace. Grace was the subject of the sermon today, but I think we spent the majority of our time in church praying. As we prayed I suddenly wondered how much of prayer was for God and how much is actually for the person praying. Much of it, I realized, is reassuring: God is there, He is in control, He has a plan, He is omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, His Son died for us, and on and on. I wonder if we need the increased confidence of this verbal group reminder more than God needs to hear us speak. And, too, He knows what we need, but perhaps we benefit from verbalizing the needs that we have. We acknowledge our human weakness and hear ourselves admitting it aloud, then also verbally commit to putting our problems into God’s hands.
On a different topic, is it bad that I post here every day (at least)? Is it possible to blog too much?
– KF –