I awoke to a call for prayer so
urgent, the inquietude exorcised me out of bed.
My first thoughts of the day were
apprehension. So I prayed, for cousins led astray, learned in the
dark arts of spiritual ignorance, luminaries of stupidity.
They couldn't see they were driving
glass cars, twenty miles over the speed limit into a forest of brick
trees. To be frank, I was certain they would all die soon. I prayed
indoors, until driven into the open air.
I petitioned to Heaven, while
occasionally staring at the mess which was the front yard: a patchy
dry assortment of dead greens and rusty browns, its crowning shame a
dilapidated tree-bush hybrid thingy centerpiece. It would conform to
my shears in a few hours.
Have you ever been consumed by some
activity for a reason beyond yourself? I snapped branches with a
fascinating ferocity some would mistake for passion. And why was I
passionate? Because I wish people were like this tree: that they
would just stand still and let me fix them already.
I have a Savior-complex. Don't you?
My yen is to be the harbinger of their
success, the answer to their problems, I really wanted to be their
god.
I wouldn't be very gracious, but I
would a good god, maybe, at least I think so...OK...OK...I would be a
horrible god...and that's the point.
We aren't saviors, just support for the
real one, Jesus. We don't ensure the warranty, we're just customer
service. So when the problems of others consume you, remember, you
are there to help, but God does the healing.
God help us to remember, we aren't you.
“As the people were in expectation,
and all were questioning in their hearts concerning John, whether he
might be the Christ, John answered them all, saying, “I baptize you
with water, but he who is mightier than I is coming, the strap of
whose sandals I am not worthy to untie. He will baptize you with the
Holy Spirit and with fire.”
-Luke 3:15-16
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