Did you know your husband is not Jesus?
Oh, wait. You’ve known that since day two of the honeymoon (or maybe day one).
[I know some of you aren’t currently married. Before you stop reading, consider that what I’m about to say may apply to other relationships in your life.]
Last night, my four year old was insistent that he should be allowed to have his “musical instruments” in bed. He tried to get up multiple times to get them. I told him no, plopped him in bed, and started to sing his goodnight song. While I was singing, he dove under the covers and started crawling toward the end of the bed (where his sheets are never tucked in).
The last time I went fishing, I recall getting lots of bites. Mosquito bites, that is. I can’t say I’m a very successful fisherwoman.
That’s why I’m so encouraged by Jesus’s statement: “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.” (Matthew 4:19, ESV)
Not: “Come be fishers of men.” Not: “Go do your best to fish men.” Not: “I see you have potential to become good fishers of men.”
Have you seen the movie The Greatest Showman? In it, the outcasts of society sing: “I’m not a stranger to the dark / hide away, they say / ‘cause we don’t want your broken parts / I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars / run away, they say / no one will love you as you are.”
Mark introduces us to a woman just like these outcasts:
…and it was.
Not everything is transferable. Plane tickets, memberships, vacation days…they all belong to the named person and can’t be passed on. In school, a student can’t count a grade earned by another student. It wouldn’t be fair for someone to take a test in someone else’s name.
But sometimes someone can...
Thirty eight years. It was a long time to wait for healing. The invalid lay on his mat and didn’t even move when the waters stirred. Why bother? Someone else would always get there first. “Do you want to be healed?” Jesus asked. In other words, “You’re not even trying.”
You would think I had the perfect solution to curtail whining in our homeschool. Every morning this year we started the school day by reading a chapter of the Old Testament. We read through Genesis and the first part of Exodus, and then we read story after story of whining Israelites (side note: reading Scripture out loud is a great way to really bring out some of the repetition you otherwise miss).
My kids started shaking their heads and asking, “How much more is God going to have punish them?
Lately, my daughter has taken to drawing pictures of bears in bikinis. Here is one such drawing:
Why bears? Why bikinis? I don’t know. In this particular drawing, they are roller skating, but these bears do all kinds of things.