About the blog from the other day with all the deep thoughts and theological implications and practical applications. The second half of that story is … the hardest thing about getting a great insight from God is remembering that everybody else didn't get it too. Wouldn't it be so much easier if everybody was on the same schedule for downloading points of acute perception? Of course if that were the case most of us pastors would be out of at least half of our job.
Josh and Christi and their boys got here yesterday just in time for Josh to crawl back in the car and head for Bay City with us. It was the visitation night for the family to greet well-wishers before the funeral today. We had a great trip. Josh was given orders by Christi before we left to take a nap. Maybe he dozed for a minute or two, but he sat in the front seat with Chris and the two of them talked most of the way. I was hard at work on a new Visual Verse for Sunday, but I guess I did throw in my two cents worth every now and then.
At one point the talk had quieted and we were tooling along through the fields along the back roads. It was good to be moving at the speed limit. We decided to take the beach road. It's not only much more scenic, but we figured it would be quicker. Not so much. They were working on a place that had washed out, so in two places the road narrowed to one lane. That's one lane. Not one in each direction. Just one for the whole road. The kind where you have to wait for the guy with the sign on a pole to turn it around from stop to slow. Not so good for making good time. Back to calm, quiet back roads. Suddenly, Chris slammed on the brakes. What could possibly be happening? There were no cars anywhere. From the sighs of relief in the front seat I knew we had just narrowly escaped a vicious collision. Quickly, I looked up from my drawings and found myself face to face with … a renegade cow. "Ah," I thought, "we must be near Bay City." Yep. Sure enough. We were in the booming metropolis of Cedar Lane. Community center. Post office. Church. There must be some people around somewhere. Great little town. Years ago we were driving through there and noticed the post office was flying the flag upside down. Signal of distress, right? So we stopped and I went in and asked the clerk if everything was all right. Scared her to death. She had no idea about the flag. She assured me all was well and that she would fix the flag. Small town Texas.
Hebrews 1:3-4 says, "The Son is the radiance of God's glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word. After he had provided purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty in heaven. So he became as much superior to the angels as the name he has inherited is superior to theirs."
Father, thank you for protecting us from renegade cows and rampaging bitterness. Amen.
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