Hey sisters! Long time, no see. I’m working from the church today to prepare for some teaching Saturday and Tuesday and thought I would take advantage of the wi-fi to visit a bit. Obviously we still don’t have internet at the house but I’ve done some research and have about made a decision on the route we need to go. I really thought we could function without a home connection but it’s hindering working from home in a bad way. Hopefully soon!
So what’s been going on with you? Life is crazy as usual in our neck of the woods. My homegirls just went on our annual retreat at Shocco Springs (Birmingham area) and had a fabulous time of just being together. I love these women like crazy and considering the year we’ve all had around here, we were overdue a couple of uninterrupted days to study and laugh and cry and pray with one another. The Lord must be coming back soon and the danged devil is in overdrive because 2010 like to have killed most of us for one reason or another. The seclusion of the retreat center was a balm to our souls. ( Shocco was a wonderful host and if you are interested in all in using their facility for your next event, I have a 10% off coupon to use toward your registration once you book. Just email me and I’ll send it to you.)
Since blogging hasn’t been much of an option for me lately, I’ve taken to the Twitter more than usual. The thing about my phone is that it likes to auto-correct my words which can be either mortifying or profound. Just this week I was having a terrible time with our old cable company’s customer service and meant to type the phrase, “About to lose my religion with these cable people!” (Notice I didn’t say lose my salvation but no theological debates here, please. If you don’t know me by now, you will never ever ever know me…hoooo ooo ooooo) Instead my phone auto-corrected me and it came out, “About to LIVE my religion with these cable people!” When I read it before I tweeted (because I’ve learned my lesson on that) I was ashamed at myself (because I hadn’t lived it with the customer service agent I had just spoken with) so I just deleted the thing. But that doesn’t mean I stopped thinking about it.
What if, in those moments we are about to lose our religion we live it instead? That we would get to that point of explosion and rather than vomit rage we would be a geyser of grace? That we would lay down our pride and get over ourselves for just a minute? Luke has been preaching a series on revival and it’s eating my lunch. One of the big issues I have faced this year is how to guard against bitterness when my family is maligned by those who have absolutely no clue what they are talking about. My flesh tempts me to respond in kind because I’m so over it. OVER IT. But Jesus has reminded me so many times in my spirit, “Forgive them, for they no not what they do.” I have to remember that the majority of people who lash out are doing it out of their own issues and that those have nothing to do with me at all. Hurt people hurt people. So do I hurt them back? No. I reach out. I entreat. I apologize for any real or perceived offense. If there is no response and they continue their angry tirade? Well, then I love them with the cross in between us. The end.
I don’t know if that means anything to you at all or if you find yourself at a similar crossroads of losing it or living it. I would love to hear what you have to say on the matter.
Have I mentioned I’ve missed talking with you?