Jesus, life, Light

Another Isaiah

On Wednesday afternoons fourth grader Isaiah M. goes to the Community Center for tutoring.  Last Wednesday was his birthday.

When it’s your birthday you get to choose an item from the gift table.  As Isaiah was looking over the options, he spotted a package of diapers nearby.

“Can I choose those?”

Pam nodded yes knowing that she would have time to replace them before the recipient for whom they were donated came in to pick them up.

Isaiah smiled.

Pam said, “Hey, we just got these Detroit Tigers t-shirts, are you sure you want to choose diapers as your birthday present?”

Isaiah’s face lit up as Pam held up the shirt.  He loves the Tigers.

“I’m sure,” he said. “My neighbor just had a baby and she can’t afford diapers.”

“Bless his heart,” I said, as my daughter told me the story.

“His heart was blessed,” she replied.  A little while later Pam approached Isaiah with the t-shirt:  “You chose to pick the diapers for your neighbor, and now I am choosing to pick this t-shirt for you.”

My heart is blessed by the kind choice of that sweet boy.  I hope yours is, too.

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faith, Jesus, life, Light

God in My Trundle Bed

rika Oyen, Creative Commons

rika Oyen, Creative Commons

Laying in my trundle bed one night I told God I wanted to understand everything.  My parents and my older sibs were watching Peyton Place.  I was too young, they said, I wouldn’t understand.

I asked God a lot of questions in my bed back then.  I still do sometimes.  Once, He told me that all my questions and all His answers are like pieces of a giant puzzle that will all perfectly connect the instant I arrive in heaven.  I went to sleep smiling knowing it would all make sense.

I no longer want to understand everything this side of heaven.  To really understand something you have to get close to it, maybe even get inside it, and some things – lots of things – are too ugly for that.

God tried to protect mankind from having a knowledge of good and evil but A&E insisted, and it messed them up.  It messed all of us up.

Wanting nothing could be a symptom of depression or a sign of selflessness.  I used to be considered sort of selfless, but then, when I had a child of my own, I realized that God likes to give good gifts to His children.  So I say, “Let Him.”

Wanting everything could be an indication of a healthy zest for life, or a sign of greed and/or selfishness.

To the latter James said, “You desire but do not have, so you kill. You covet but you cannot get what you want, so you quarrel and fight. You do not have because you do not ask God.  When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures.”

I don’t want nothing and I don’t want everything.  I just want to live my life taking from God’s loving hand and cherishing every good gift He gives.

This Christmas I am cherishing His gift of a Savior – The Gift above all gifts.

So, to answer the daily prompt’s question:  All or nothing – which is more dangerous?  I’d say it’s a draw because they both put me at odds with God.

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