Showing posts with label Praying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Praying. Show all posts

Friday, April 29, 2011

Psalm 154

A lament. A song of Sarah.

Why, O Laptop, will you not work?
I sit before thee and weep for my work is no more.
Why would you choose just now to cease thy blessings?
My life is bereft without you!
If you will turn your bright face towards me,
I will dance with joy and no longer call out imprecations at you.

O Lord, see my plight!
Take my computer in hand!
Do not allow it to gloat over me;
Rejoicing in its power over me it sneers and will not obey.

Rejuvenate it O Lord
and bring peace again to my heart.
If you do not arise on my behalf O God,
I will be forced to journey to the computer lab
and spend long lonely hours in desolation.

Save me O God,
in your mercy save me.

Teach Me

Oh God, teach us the right way to live. We can’t get any of this right.

The Source

When we were studying John 9 in Youth Group (the story of the man born blind), our youth pastor John Casper said something that’s altering my reality.
He said, “the sign is essentially immaterial. It’s the source that matters.”
So it’s not a matter of the miracle happening in my life. Instead, it’s a matter of God showing up.

Its very similar to a thought one of my friends expressed a few months ago.
“I never realized that after Job’s life fell apart and he cried out for answers and wrestled with the question “Why?” for about 35 chapters God finally showed up and answered not one of his questions. Instead God began to declare his sovereignty and wisdom. He asked Job, “Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth (Job 38:4). After God finished His divine speech Job responded, “I had heard of you by the hearing of the ear, but now my eye sees you” (Job 42:5). Job didn’t get answers, he got God.” –http://lwiltonh.wordpress.com/2010/04/10/in-the-silence/ (emphasis mine).

It doesn’t matter if my questions get answered–unless they usher in the presence of God. The sign points to the source.

It's snowing, snowing, snowing :D

Which brings up all kinds of ethical issues:
1. Do I go out in the snow and still run all the errands I need to run for class tonight (risking my life with the terrible VA drivers) or do I bank on class being canceled (risking my life where my grade is concerned)?
2. Should I beg God for class to be canceled when my final presentation is tonight (which we are ready for, by the way and our group is most excellent) and it is worth 20% of my grade and this is our last class?
3. Can I be supremely happy about this snow even though it may mean that some of my friend’s flights are delayed/canceled?
Gosh, being a grown up can take all the fun out of this.
Oh wait,
no it can’t!
It’s snowing! It’s snowing! It’s snowing! tra la la la la : ) *twirls in office chair with delight*