Pretty crazy, but true: we diddled around up in Brentwood after we went to church yesterday and started our trek home shortly after noon. Franklin Road was stop-and-go traffic for five miles, complete with local law enforcement officers assisting the thousands of local residents who were exiting some of the ginormous churches that populate the corridor.
Truth is, if everyone, everywhere pursued Jesus, we would probably just have neighborhood churches because the traffic would strangle cities every weekend. We likely wouldn't have room or need for the behemoth structures and elaborate organizations born of American consumerism. But, not everyone believes Jesus is who he said he is, so we muddle along.
We had snow, it's true, and good ground coverage on Christmas Day, the first time in 17 years for the Nashville area. This is our backyard (pretty much the whole thing) with our dusting of the white stuff. The back is about 30-40 feet deep, about twice the size as the berm we had on the north side of the screened in porch in Muscatine. Big difference between .66 acre and .16 acre. But it's private, backing up to a middle school, so we aren't complaining. Small, but beautiful, close neighboring houses not withstanding.
Today I find myself is a place of wonder and gratitude - amazed that God isn't surprised by any of our foibles, fears or failures
and He loves us anyway. He doesn't love us because of what we offer Him, what we "can do for" Him.
It's so lopsided, it takes my breath away.
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