Friends, it’s Monday, and you know what that means… It’s time to Lighten Up! Have you ever had trouble making a decision? Sometimes having too many choices can be a good thing. I hope you enjoy hearing the story of my friend, Beth, and the relief she experienced by realizing she just needed to “pick one!”
Not long ago, I found my high school yearbook. It was like looking at a snapshot of life as it was over 50 years ago.
As I glanced through the pictures, I realized that life as I knew it back then changed instantly the day I touched my diploma.
All those classmates I had lived to impress, all those friends who promised to keep in touch, disappeared.
Life as I knew it changed overnight.
In the early church believers would joyfully greet each other with a proclamation that was the foundation of their passion and their hope. “He is Risen.” Followers of Christ would respond with a resounding, “He is risen indeed!”
Here is The Ken Davis, New, Revised, Contemporary version of this. Occasionally on Easter someone will greet me with the wonderful ancient truth. “He is risen!” my response is….
Signs are designed to catch our attention. They alert us to danger or promote some product. Some signs, however, defy understanding. The following are signs found in real life:
- On a bag of Fritos: “You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.”
- On packaging for a Rowenta Iron: “Do not iron clothes on body.”
- On a Korean kitchen knife: “Warning. Keep out of children.”
- On an American Airlines packet of nuts: “Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts.”
- On a Swedish chain saw: “Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands.”
Wait there’s more! Thanks to Bob Gallagher for reminding me of this post.
We all struggle with identity—who we are, why we are, and what we have to offer this vast, broken world. About the time we find a scrap of worth or significance, something happens to make us fully aware of how much we lack. A harsh word. A broken relationship. A blunder or failure. Then, in spite of our best efforts at positivity or affirmation, we can’t escape the insecurity and aloneness we experience as a result. When it comes to this epidemic of misplaced identity, my friend Michele Cushatt understands the struggle first hand. Without giving away her story (which you can read in her books), Michele knows what it’s like to have the feet kicked out from underneath her, and to wonder if she’d ever again be able to stand. But she also knows what it’s like to push through the darkness, to cry out to God for grace, and to discover the miracle of a God whose purpose and presence never fail, regardless of what may come.