Silly Questions

A shopping trip for a new outfit normally doesn’t escalate into touch-and-go excitement, but Friday was different. As I pulled into a parking space facing the big glass doors at Carson’s, a security vehicle screeched to a halt in front of me.

Security carOne man jumped out and ran at top speed across the lot and around the corner of the store. The other put pedal to the metal and screeched in the opposite direction.

Once they were gone, I went inside to start my hunt for clothes, but something funny was going on at the cashier’s desk. Authorities were quizzing two 20-something girls, when all of a sudden the man who had jumped from the security car burst through the double doors, flying past the cashier, the girls, and me, and disappeared into the store.

Later, questioning the cashier, I learned a team of 3 shoplifters had been foiled in their attempt to steal clothing. “They always work in teams,” she said. “One is the look-out, another makes a purchase to distract the sales staff, and a third heads for the door with the stolen goods.”

Security monitorsThis time, though, cameras had been following the girls as they’d moved through the racks pretending to shop. Something about the way they repeatedly glanced at the cashier, whispered among themselves, and showed signs of nervousness tipped off security. And as the girl with the clothing stepped from the store, those watching were ready.

Shoplifters are willing to risk arrest for one of several reasons: financial gain, rebellion toward authorities, or just for a lark. If this team of girl-thieves had known their every move was being monitored on closed circuit TV, would they have done it?

Silly question.

But maybe that question is pertinent for all of us. What do we do when we think no one’s watching? If we believe in God and his omniscience, that’s just one more silly question, because never is there a moment we’re not being watched.

And two more questions that ought to be silly but often aren’t: Since we know we’re being watched, does it make a difference in how we act? And if not, why not?

These would have been good questions for those 3 girls to talk through in reference to the eyes of security cameras before they attempted their crime. But it’s even more important for the rest of us to ask the same questions of ourselves, in relation to the eyes of God.

“God watches how people live; he sees everything they do.” (Job 34:21)

Praising and Praying with Mary

  1. I’m thankful for my week off of chemo, spending Monday with friends rather than at the hospital.
  2. I’m thankful for a weekend in Michigan and the vibrant green of spring.
  3. Please pray I’ll keep focused on God and his plans rather than my own

A Good Deal

Many people say the human race is basically good. Though the Bible says otherwise, I do believe we’re all born with a desire to love and be loved, so maybe we could call that a bit of goodness.

Karl.Both bad and good are evident in young children as they play, snatching toys one minute and planting kisses the next. But because I believe each child is personally created by God, and because God is love, even babies know when someone loves them. They feel it through touch, voice, warmth, full tummies, and quiet environments.

My sister Mary has 9 grandchildren (Karl, left, is one of them), and so do I. We love all 18 of them and try to stay current with each one. Their 18 birthdays are on both of our calendars, and we pray regularly for them. Despite all that, though, most of our grands live far away from us and each other, which means the youngest tend to forget between visits, especially who the great aunt is.

But then there’s that beautiful moment when they finally remember.

???????????????????????????????Last weekend it happened to me with 5 year old Karl. We’d just celebrated his birthday and were all outside playing when suddenly he bounded up the porch steps and plunked down at my side, leaning into me for an extended cuddle with his head pressed against my cheek.

While nuzzling me like a contended kitty he said, “You’re a perfect ‘nother grandma that I will love, too!”

He grabbed my arm and held it tightly around him for quite some time. Those witnessing this got a kick out of it as much as I did, and his papa, Luke, snapped a picture. It was an example of love rising to the surface and bubbling over.

Thinking of this in relation to God, it’s astounding that he “bubbles over” with love for each of us much like little Karl did for me. There’s only one difference: with God it isn’t just an occasionally-inspired moment but the theme of his existence. And when You are love, You love every second.

If I had responded coolly to Karl, nudging him away, he would have been hurt, and our budding relationship would have suffered a set-back. The same holds true with the Lord. He’s longing to show love in countless ways, but we often prefer him to be an arm’s length away. I don’t know if this wounds him, but surely it’s a relationship set-back.

KarlAs for Karl, I don’t know if he’ll remember the tender moment we shared when I see him next, but if he doesn’t, I plan on reminding him, so we can pick up right where we left off.

“God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.” (Romans 5:5)

 

Praising and Praying with Mary

  1. Thanking God that the wave of nausea after infusion #3 has finally subsided.
  2. Thanking God for my prayer groups and the strong friendships linked through prayer.
  3. Please pray I will have an attitude of gratitude for the many blessings in my life.

Blind Trust

Today while driving from southwest Michigan to Illinois, I paid close attention to the signs: route 94 to the Indiana Toll Road to the Dan Ryan Expressway to Lake Shore Drive to Michigan Avenue to my destination in the Loop.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe closer I got to downtown Chicago, the greater the importance of trusting the road signs. If I used a natural sense of direction instead, I couldn’t have gotten where I wanted to go.

One spot on the route became particularly tricky. The goal was to get from the Dan Ryan (on the west) to Lake Shore Drive (on the east). Though my brain wanted to make a right turn, west to east, the signs said, “Stay left.” The only way to successfully make the transition was to blindly trust the directions.

Chemo confusionMy reason for the trip was to spend the day with Mary as she endured her third infusion treatment. As it turns out, chemotherapy goes better with a little blind trust, too. She had to surrender to the instructions, even when they made no sense.

For instance, when the hospital staff said, “Doing a blood draw will be a help,” it was only later, after the results, she learned they couldn’t have proceeded with chemo unless the counts had been high enough. And when killer-poison was being dripped into her veins they said, “This will extend your life.” Only blind trust will cause her to believe that.

Our spiritual lives require a bit of blind trust, too. When he says the trials that weaken us will make us stronger, it seems he’s directing us up the wrong ramp. Or when we hear, “The person who loses his life for my sake will find it,” we scratch our heads and say, “Huh?”

photo(5)Maybe the key to all of these “blind” situations is to look at who or what is being trusted. Have the road signs been put up by way of accurate maps? Has the chemo staff been well trained? Is our God trustworthy?

If all the answers are yes, then blind trust is the way to go. The only way.

“Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.” (Matthew 10:39)

Praising and Praying with Mary

  1. Praise that when fatigue sets in after chemo, I have the freedom to rest.
  2. Other than nausea and fatigue, praise that I haven’t experienced any of the many other side effects of chemo.
  3. Pray that the new nausea medicine will work this time.
  4. Praise for a week off chemo next week; pray that blood counts will rise again.