Monday, October 31, 2011

Letting Go

I am a control freak. I just am and it is wrong. I always want to know what is going to happen, when it will happen, where it will happen, and why it will happen. And I have to know everything that will happen. Yes, I sound like a joy don't I? Not so much sometimes. 

But my life just doesn't always happen like that. In fact, no one's life is like that, especially if you are Christian. You just never know what will happen. It makes my heart pound and my hands get sweaty and Satan whispers in my ear, "Everything's going to fall apart. You don't know what's going on and I know that things are just going to crumble. Look how bad everything looks. It's so bad." And sometimes... I believe him. 

My Dad, Kandace (my 13 year old sister) and I are leaving for Ethiopia in two weeks from this Wednesday. Two weeks. I went two years ago this past May and it was awesome, but crazy hard at the same time. I've told everyone how hard and how amazing it was. But lately I've just been thinking about the hard parts and thinking... holy cow, I've actually chosen to do that again?? And then there are all the preparations. Lesson plans and lesson plans and... lesson plans. 

And then, I think about how many of my best friends are leaving. They are either leaving the county or the state. Some permanently and some not. I think about me and how I'm left in the dust. It makes me irritated.

I was thinking about how God just must not really notice these problems in my heart and how I'm doing all this alone, or so it seems and how I didn't think that this or that could ever be possible, because apparently I'm at this alone. All of that I knew was false, but I was still thinking it, just the same. 

I was reading in Jeremiah 32 half-heartedly. Not really paying attention when I read in verse 26, "Then the word of the Lord came to Jeremiah: 'I am the Lord, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me?'" I stopped. What? "Is anything too hard for me, Katy? Have you forgotten that I am GOD? Every detail of your life is laid out before me. I know what I'm doing. Now, what isn't my fault is your attitude." Ding, hello! Katy, wake up! That moment God said... NOTHING IS TOO HARD FOR ME. Not your life, not family or friends or school or even.... Ethiopia. 

I went to see what was going on with Jeremiah and why God said that to him. Jeremiah was told by God to buy a field in the Land of Canaan. The Babylonians were taking over and Jeremiah didn't understand why God was asking him to do such a thing. The story really had little to do with me, but not the one part that stopped me cold. I remembered that Jeremiah was called the "Weeping Prophet," because after 70 years of preaching the word of the Lord, he still had no converts. Talk about feeling like you're living a pointless life! When I had looked back I saw that before God had said that to him, Jeremiah had said to the Lord in his prayer, "Lord there is nothing to hard for you." Jeremiah, just like me, knew the truth, but it was having a hard time making it from his head to his heart. I still don't understand everything and I can easily let Satan's demonic forces whisper in my ear, but I know the truth. I know the Truth and the truth sets me free. 

We can't dispute God's will, but we can seek to learn what it means. For me, I just have to let go. Of people I love, the truth about places I'm going, of friends who leave and I have to let go of my life. It isn't mine anyways. Easier said than done. But I have to keep trying. 

Monday, October 17, 2011

When the President Comes to Town

Today President Obama visited the high school a mile and a half from my house. He taxied right down the road that I've ridden all of my life. I didn't go see him at the school, but I watched him live on TV. Earlier today I road by West High and it was covered in people. The tickets to see him were sold out before I even knew about them. News reporters, the secret service with their cool shades, and police scrambled around. Cars covered every inch of space that people didn't. And then late this afternoon, he arrived. The President of the U.S. arrived in our little town. People were thrilled. Even those who don't agree with his policies couldn't help but be in awe that the most powerful man on the planet was in Millers Creek, NC. Days before his arrival, secret services checked and searched all the premises of West Wilkes High school. Everything and everyone had to be just right. The President was guarded at all times. Everything was put in order and then re-put in order... because it was the President and it had to be perfect. 

It got me thinking about how much work went in to protecting a man with a title. A man. People clamored and fell all over themselves just for a picture of him and just, maybe to shake his hand. 

One day we will see Jesus seated on His throne and the feeling of awe that many felt of the President in their midst will be nothing compared to the God Man before them. The King of everything. The Ruler of all things. More powerful than any President or Leader and more important than any man. Jesus is more than a leader. He is more than a man. He did more than lead a nation. He was killed. And then he rose from the dead. He lowered Himself to nothing, so that we might be saved. I don't believe that we will be able to stand before Him, but that we will bow. In fact, everyone will bow. All Presidents past and future, all Emperors and Leaders and Kings will fall to their knees and say "Holy, holy, holy." No matter what religion, they will one day call Jesus "Lord." But not all will get to live with Him forever. The ticket to Heaven is Him saving you by you calling on His name. And there is still time to get one. 

For Jesus, there will be no body guards. No one can hurt Him. He will call us by name. I believe that He will hug us and tell us that He loves us. Jesus will. Not some man who got elected to lead a nation. Not a movie star. Not a famous athlete. But Jesus who died and rose again and took our sins. He will. The President of everything will. Now, that is something to get excited about. 

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The Past's Bridge to the Future

I watched the Living Waters documentary a couple days ago called "180." It was unbelievable. The documentary started out with Ray Comfort just asking people off the street if they knew who Adolf Hitler was... less than 10% did. From there Ray Comfort asked the people if they thought the Holocaust was a good or bad thing. Most said that it was bad. Later he asked them about abortion and many saw no problem with it. He compared it to the Holocaust and completely blew their minds when talking about something many consider no big deal compared to something many consider so terrible. But he showed them that they are really both terrible and very much alike. It was a completely amazing 33 minutes. I recommend you watch it. I do, however, suggest that children under the age of 12 or so not watch it as there are a few video clips and gruesome pictures of the Holocaust. 

That documentary also helped me see just how clueless we are a a nation. We don't even know who Adolf Hitler was. Get this, 45% of 17 year-olds can't place the Civil War within half a century of when it took place. About half of highschoolers think that Columbus sailed to America after 1750. 20% of 17-year-olds don't know which country we were fighting against in WW2. People don't know and have never been taught.... or at least taught so that they will remember. History has fallen through the cracks. I used not care much about history until I saw how vital it is to know what has happened in the past. There is the saying that those who do not know history are doomed to repeat it. I believe that is the case for this nation. Those who move away from God always fall apart and we have been doing so for a long time, but within the last 50 years, more than ever. Thankfully, my parents have instilled in me a desire to know history. I find that many young teens and children don't care about the our nation's past. They don't care about what is happening in the world around them and they couldn't care less about politics. Well, I have some news.... We are the next generation... and we are clueless. My generation in general (not all) don't know or care and the parents don't tell us what we need to know. It is going to show in about 30 years how much we've lost.  

We need to be informed. Not infatuated, but informed as to what is going on around us. As each generation keeps dropping the ball, it is only going to get worse. The U.S. is one of the most failing countries in passing history to their children. 

History can be so interesting, but we often clump it in with every other subject in school and think that it is just a bunch of stories. What a sad reality. The truth is, the past is the guide to the future. We need to look back to look ahead. 

But all that to say... you really need to watch "180" if you are older than about 12. It is amazing. It isn't about needing to know history as much as what I've just talked about but more about the importance of human life, in the womb and out. 

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