I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way I turned into a wimp. Somebody told me I needed to wear shoes and I believed them. I wish I could feel the leaves under my feet. I did that when I was boy. My tender, lily-white feet won’t stand for it now. From what I understand, St. Francis of Asissi finished out his days on this earth going barefoot. He said he wanted to feel the firm ground beneath his feet. Maybe I’ll put that on my list of things to do before I leave this world.
I’m trying not to move too much. A bluebird just lit in a pine tree by me. He is so bright blue. Since a pine is an evergreen, it still has green needles on it. The bark is brown. Blue, green, and brown all right there together. And there is a muscadine vine growing up the side of that pine. I know I don’t deserve to see this much that’s good, but I sure am thankful. And yes! I see my Master’s hand in it all. And this is the wintertime. Come spring, there’s going to be more beauty here than mortal man deserves to see and hear. Still, He’s going to make it all happen just in case somebody comes along and takes the time to stand still and look and listen. And somebody might be like me and get so amazed that they ease on up there and hug a tree. It could happen! I was praying for Shane while he was teaching the kids in my Sunday School Class. Children’s Church is going on right now, so I am praying for Alena and whoever is working with her. Probably Mr. Willman is one of the people helping. Now that’s a good man who makes it happen. And I could not get it done without him. Mostly I am praying for grace. Grace is the good the Almighty gives us that we don’t deserve. We have about 25 kids and every week we handle Children’s Church like it’s the last time we’ll ever get to do it. May we never lose that approach.
While I’m out here I’m reading the book of Micah. It’s one of those short books in the Bible that hardly anybody can find. But it says some pretty great stuff. Micah talks about preachers and prophets who are in it for the money. I find such great liberty in not taking money for being the Children’s Pastor. I was offered money, but I turned it down. I think I’m a regular guy. If I took the money I think I would make sure to kiss whoever’s butt I had to in order to keep the check coming. I like the Apostle Paul’s idea. I’d rather talk about Jesus for free and make my money somewhere else. Also, in Micah 4:3 is the verse I love and everybody has heard it. “They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore.”
I’m all packed up now, but I’m not ready to go. I do love hearing this voice and seeing His hand. But I am missing my girl and I’m ready to see her again. I’m thankful she keeps me. It was so cold Friday and Saturday night that I’m a bit amazed at how warm it is right now. The sun feels good. I won’t get fooled though. We still got some winter left. Maybe something I’ve written will be helpful to you, but mostly it’s for me. I forget things. I don’t mean to. I don’t want to. He has shown me things I need to always remember. And I am already looking forward to next February.