A Little Different

For the sake of change, I use my right hand to squeeze toothpaste onto the electric, now left-hand-held toothbrush.  “Awkward.”  Nah, doesn’t work for me.  I try the left leg into the pants first and have to touch the wall for balance.  I get a little crazy and put the right leg into the left side, you know, for a laugh that recognizes “that’s rather foolish.”  How about drying my back first post-shower instead of roughing the towel through my hair?  Well, dripping hair just re-wets the dry.  Let’s move the glasses to a new cupboard so I can go to the wrong door every other time a drink calls my name.  Changing the furniture gives new life to the living room, but a toe stubs once or twice in early, not quite light morning until the change settles and the pains don’t recur.  I trade-in a vehicle.  Need a new one or just for the sake of newer? Do the same, always the same — drop money in the collection plate or add a stewardship ministry or two, you know, one that I have the talent to offer through God’s grace?  Not shovel the heavy snow, just for a change, because spring has to come, then face the ice lumps underlying the next April, 3 to 5-inch cling of winter. Find a post to lean on and think instead of the shag bark hickory, and no think comes.  To allow for kitty companions, I change sleeping style – now cross-ways near the head of the bed instead of the length-wise and sprawled.  Easier than I imagined.  Weird, but done. Look at snow in the yard and remember youthful play or go out and make a snow angel, a duck, duck, goose circle, or just plop and shiver?  Put the left-hand glove on first, then try to get the right one on….

Things change. Dierks Bentley, Josh Kear, and Ross Copperman wrote the song, Woman, Amen.  Bentley sings it and the lyrics include, “But I need all the cracks in my shattered heart/’cause that’s how her love gets in.”  I like to make this song a little different, change all references to the woman to Jesus, to Him, or His and so on.  I don’t think I dare print my version and risk a bit, a big bit, of copyright infringement.  Do a google thing and give it a go – no effect on the music and it flows exactly as faith does in our Christian lives.  A bit selfish of me to alter to MY liking, but OK in my heart as something to share.  Liking it becomes the choice of readers/listeners.  And the authors keep their like in the process; the foundation does not change.  Grace and love remains.  Changes come for our faith community.  The first comes in the search for an interim shepherd, a pastor who will use the cracks of recent partings and use the leaning buttresses of disagreements to fill us with reminders of God’s love and guidance.  In Christ we will find the map that leads to a new, full-time pastor.  I think we all have some trepidations, the little slinks of “where in the world are we headed” as that clever devil uses distress as egress for an outpouring of his conniving doubts and temptations.  We are in the process of change.  No, not a left-foot-into-right-leg of pants give-it-a-try because it might seem attractive.  Yes, a prayer guided, faith based “which fork in the road do we take” journey. We all need to pray because God, as my late brother Neil said, “Loves us just a little bit.  He did give His Son….”

 

So, a prayer ‘start’ for pondering from Ella Wheeler Wilcox in her poem FAITH:

 

I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea

Come drifting home with broken masts and sails;

I shall believe the Hand which never fails,

From seeming evil worketh good for me;

And though I weep because those sails are battered,

Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered,

“I will trust in thee.”

 

submitted by Dave Smith