How often?

23 02 2010

In Luke 13:34, Jesus said, “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing!”

How often have I wanted to:

..be gathered safely under God’s wings?

..let God brood over me and those I love?

..feel protected, and completely trust God’s provision?

..be willing to let God gather me?

..wanted to be protected, yet also want to do it myself? Or partly myself?

..have God still gather me, whether or not I’m willing, and whether or not I recognize my willingness or lack thereof?

Tuesday, Feb 23rd

In Luke 13:34, Jesus says to Jerusalem, “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing!”

I would hope that my willingness to let God be Mother Hen is greater than that of Jerusalem in Jesus’ day. I would hope. But honestly, there is reality. There is the fact that I am human, and though I am not two-and-a-half like my daughter is, I waffle.. one day I want God’s protection, the next I want to protect myself. Or maybe one minute, and the next minute. And then I waffle back and want God to step in again–but in my timing, of course.

Doesn’t sound like I’m always that willing, does it?

Maybe it’s time do some more trusting of the Mother Hen wings that desire to gather and brood… and let God do it.





count the stars

23 02 2010

One of the Scripture passages for this coming Sunday is Genesis 15:1-12, 17-18. In it, God’s word came to Abraham (Abram) in a vision, and told him not to fear, because God was his shield..

Monday, Feb. 22nd

Abraham questioned God… God seemed to say that Abraham would have an heir, which Abraham found hard to believe, since he and Sarah seemed to be infertile. Then God took Abraham outside and told him, “‘Look at the sky. Count the stars. Can you do it? Count your descendants! You’re going to have a big family, Abram!'”(from The Message, Eugene Peterson’s paraphrase of The Bible).

Of course I struggle with this passage, because not everyone’s dreams of having children–biological or adopted–come true. Not everyone’s hopes and hearts’ desires come true. And not all of us have the faith Abraham often showed. Often, and in some pretty serious situations.

Count the stars… count them? I can’t even create a nice-looking star from Tinker Toys… thus the mess, in this photo. The mess of trying to create a star. And, of course, I can’t count the stars–neither could Abraham. Yet Abraham trusted, believed, hoped.

How do I believe in the God of the stars-I-can’t-count? How do I place my hope in this same God, even when my dreams, my hearts’ desires, those of my friends and family aren’t fulfilled? I give thanks for the blessings I do have. Like Kajsa… obviously an incredible answer to prayer, and incredible blessing… despite the heartache that preceded our meeting her. I give thanks for the people in my life who are like stars in a dark sky at various times. And I keep acknowledging that I can neither count the stars, nor create the stars… that’s part of God’s job description.

But I can appreciate them. And give thanks for them.