Hey all. I feel
like I don’t have a lot to say this week but I didn’t want to skip because that
could lead to me missing several weeks in a row. It is a slippery slope. J
The reason I don’t feel like I have much to say this week is
because for the last week I have really neglected my relationship with the
Lord. I could tell you because it
is Spring Break and there is a lot going on and maybe that is part of it. But there is never a good reason to
neglect my relationship with the God who created me and the Savoir who redeemed
me. I have had time to work out,
to walk the dog, to search pinterest for landscaping ideas….. My actions seem to indicate that I
value my fitness, my backyard project, and my dog more that I value the one and
only Lord of my life. That doesn’t
even make sense. Yet I do this all
the time.
It is not that I haven’t prayed. I have had time to ask the Lord to watch over my son who is
camping with a bunch of buddies and to ask Him to help my daughter and her
boyfriend with their internships for the summer. I have taken the time to thank Him for the wonderful
blessings He has provided. This
seems similar though to what it would be like if my son came and asked me for
money to do things, or new cloths, or gas for his car and was appreciative of
it but never took the time to actually talk to me or find out what was going on
in my life. That does not a
relationship make.
This Sunday our youth pastor gave a sermon on 1 Samuel
15. He is an amazing speaker and
is so passionate about the Lord.
One of the things that struck me the most about his sermon was that we
are so bothered, and disturbed by the fact that God required Saul to kill an
entire group of people, children included, who hated the Lord but we are not as
bothered by the fact that God offered up His own son in death; a son who loved
Him and died for us. Why is that?
My husband and I have recently started watching a series on
Netflix or Hulu called Departures.
This show is great. It is
about two guys + the cameraman who took a year to travel to different places
around the world and document it.
Last night we watched the episode where they travel to Cambodia. In one portion of it they visited a far
away village and got the opportunity to experience a tribal ritual that only
takes place ever 4 years. The
people were singing and celebrating and there was a large cow tied up in the
center of the circle. At the end
of the celebration the cow was hacked to death with a machete and beaten with a
large stick over the head and then they cut him up and ate him. I couldn’t even watch. I could see it coming and had to close
my eyes. Even the sound of it
still bothers me. But somehow I
can hear of Jesus dying for my sins on the cross and not be brought to tears or
bothered to spend a few minutes with Him each day. How can that be?