I've fallen in love all over again. It's probably not what you think. I am so enjoying skiing again. It's been years since I've hit the slopes. This winter I'm loving the fact that I can go out. Last week I went out on my own for about an hour. I would prefer to go with someone else; however, it is what it is (a common phrase in our house). I prayed that God would provide me with opportunities to talk about my faith to other people on the chair lift.
God does answer prayers.
I spoke to a guy who asked me if I was skiing all day. I said no. One answer led to another question. I got to tell this guy on the chair lift about living a life of faith in Vermont. I spoke to another guy who suggested I get new skis. I politely told him that I would need to save up first. All in all I got a chance to share with a few others about what God has done in my life. I hope God can use that.
Yesterday I enjoyed skiing in warm weather. I prayed the same prayer as last week. I talked to a few people, but the conversations never led to faith. I wish they had. I also don't want to push something if God doesn't seem to be answering my prayer. I talked to a guy who told me that he lived in the "regular Londonderry." At least I got a good laugh.
It may seem like talking about our faith is as difficult as pouring molasses after it's been in the refridgerator (yes, I've used that image before). It doesn't have to be. Prayer first. Again I say prayer first. We can get in the way of ourselves. That's why I say prayer first. I may seem like a broken record. Anyway, I fallen in love all over again with skiing. I also love how skiing on my own lets me talk to others about my faith.
I am the first to admit that I'm not much of a housekeeper. I find myself saying things like: "I'm messy most of the time, until people come over." I want the house looking okay. At the same time I don't want people to think I'm a fake, so that's why I feel it necessary to tell people that I don't have life all together.
Then, I get to some weeks where we have a bunch of meetings at our house. I like having them at my house. I like that it forces me to be more on top of the general pick up that needs to be done.
My question is: If I continue to consistently keep the house picked up, at what point do I change my way of labeling myself as a housekeeper? When do I say: "I'm okay at keeping up with the dishes?"
I don't quite know the answer completely. It got me thinking though. Sometimes when we start going to church for worship, we don't get it all. For some of us that happens when we're a baby. For others of us that happens when we we're 42. There's all that christianese (a.k.a. Christian language) that we don't get. We feel kind of fake. After some time we get more comfortable and feel less fake. So my thought today is: When you're at church worshiping God with a bunch of other people, remember that we're all at different points of our journey and encourage one another. It's not a race. Thank God!
This is written by Kathleen Blackey, follower of Jesus and co-pastor at First Baptist Church.