Calling for you and for me
Patiently Jesus is waiting and watching
Watching for you and for me.
Come home. Come home.
You who are weary come home.
Earnestly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
Calling, O sinner, come home!
Written by Bill Tinsley - Reflections appears in multiple newspapers each week. The column reflects on current events and life experience from a faith perspective
Calling for you and for me
Patiently Jesus is waiting and watching
Watching for you and for me.
Come home. Come home.
You who are weary come home.
Earnestly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
Calling, O sinner, come home!
Last Friday, April 10, Artemis 2 safely returned to earth. Their 10-day voyage took them deeper into space than any human has traveled, and, like others before left them spellbound by the sight of our fragile planet. Astronaut Christina Koch described her experience viewing earth from afar: “I found myself noticing not only the beauty of the Earth, but how much blackness there was around it … It truly emphasized how alike we are, how the same thing keeps every single person on planet Earth alive, … we have some shared things about how we love and live that are just universal.”
In
the midst of the chaos, we left a human footprint on the moon.
For
most of my life that moment has remained a symbol of the indomitable human
spirit, our aspiration and determination to do the impossible, to literally
reach for the stars. Most of us assumed that we would return. It seemed
entirely plausible that we would have a base on the moon by the end of the
century. But, 50 years later, the Apollo
footprints remain undisturbed.
There are times when God seems very near. We feel his forgiveness, acceptance, comfort
and peace. Our hearts are filled with
joy and songs of praise for His goodness and beauty. But what about the times
when God seems far away?
King David sometimes felt this way. Repeatedly he asked, “Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why have you become disturbed within me?” (Ps 42:5, 11; 42:5). “O Lord, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?” (Ps 88:14). After confronting the prophets of Baal, “Elijah was afraid and ran for his life … he went a day’s journey into the wilderness … and prayed that he might die. ‘I have had enough, Lord,’ he said. ‘Take my life, I am no better than my ancestors.’” (1 Kings 19:3).
We must continue to do everything that is right and good in His sight. One of Jesus’ favorite parables was the story of a wealthy landowner who left for a long trip. In his absence, some of his servants decided he wasn’t coming back and began to abuse his property, doing things they knew the landowner would never condone. But the landowner returned, and when he did, there was a reckoning. The real evidence of our faith is not what we do when we feel His presence and know He is near. The real evidence of our faith is what we do when we feel God is far away.
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Last week I spent 4 days with friends from my childhood. Five of us started elementary school in the same first grade class 73 years ago. We will soon celebrate our 80th birthdays. The group started meeting annually 20 years ago. We all went our separate ways after childhood and youth. We followed different dreams that led down different paths. Some of our dreams were realized, some were not, and many of our journeys took unforeseen twists and turns.
a view from the
precipice,
overlooking those
below,
catching glimpses
of the rim,
the edge of the
beyond,
where we dreamed
together,
your dreams and my
dreams,
feeding and
fueling each other,
till we were
carried away
in magical flights
where bodies cannot fly
viewing visions we
could not see alone,
visions viewed in
our burning brains,
leaving behind
solid earth,
where we would be
held
tethered by the
monotony of minds
conformed to a monochrome
and monotone
existence.
We saw colors not
seen by human eye,
We heard sounds
not heard by human ear,
scenes and sounds
springing from our friendship
by which we were
inspired and by which we inspired each other.
And then we left.
Years have passed,
and we have grown old,
the dark hair on
our heads turned gray,
and our shoulders
stoop.
Deep furrows form
upon our brow
where the cares of
solid earth
sliced and scarred
our skin.
But in your eye I
see a glimmer growing to a gleam,
and in my own a
flicker of the flame
as we draw each
other to the roof
where once we sat
and we dream
again, and we are young
as long as dreams remain
... my friend.
Whatever
your age, whatever your circumstance, may the Lord give you a dream for tomorrow.
The America I grew up in was seen as the shining light on a hill. We took pride in the inscription on the Statue of Liberty: "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
There was a day when we felt we could trust those who spoke to us, the Presidents who led us and the journalists who interpreted the news. We believed Washington “could not tell a lie.” Lincoln was known for his honesty. We always knew we could trust Walter Cronkite, whether he was reporting the assassination of JFK or describing the first lunar landing. But those days seem naive and far away.
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An Atlanta businessman boarded MARTA to make his daily commute to work. He stood in the crowded car scanning the newspaper accounts of crime when he felt a stranger bump him. He instinctively felt for the wallet in his back pocket and found it missing. He folded the paper and kept his eye on the stranger who had moved to the opposite side of the car. When the train stopped and the stranger exited, he followed. His rage continuing to grow, he grabbed the stranger and threw him up against the wall. His face crimson with wrath he demanded, “Okay Bub, hand over that wallet.” The stranger, trembling, did a he was told. Without looking the businessman shoved the wallet into his pocket and stomped off to work. When he arrived at his office his secretary stopped him. “You have a message from your wife. She said you left your wallet on the night stand at home!”