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Tombstones of Grace

randomlychad  —  October 12, 2012 — 10 Comments

'* Tombstone *' photo (c) 2006, ParĂ©e - license: of grace? What does that mean? Aren’t tombstones more
readily associated with graves–rather than grace?

Yes, that’s true. But there are tombstones of grace, too.

If we look back over our lives, we each can usually more clearly see
where God moved. As the saying goes, “Hindsight is 20/20.”

Looking back, we see what He did, where He moved, how He touched us.

But we can’t go back–we can’t live in those places. To do so is like
living in a graveyard: because that’s where God was–not where He is

Yet there is strength in looking back, because in seeing where He
moved before we are encouraged for the now, and for the road ahead.
That He moved before gives us faith that He will do so again.

For me, this means that I can look back over the five hundred-plus
posts on my blog, and see the grace with which He met me on every one,
and derive strength for the road ahead as I work offline on a longer
form project.

He met me–and will do so again.

He will do the same for you.

So I encourage you to look back at your own “tombstones” of grace, and
draw strength, faith, and courage for the road ahead.

What are some of your “tombstones?” What are you working on now?

What? you’re thinking. It’s Friday, Friday. Gotta get…

Oh, never mind. Rebecca Black was so last month. 😉

Anyway, it’s Friday–why is he running a Wednesday Haterade piece today? I tell you why:

I’ve reserved a special spot in my shriveled little grinchy heart of choice vitriol for a special lady:

My wife.

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>eternityphoto © 2007 Rick Audet | more info (via: Wylio)

Since I’ve been eating differently, I’ve also been exercising. And by exercising I mean that I walk the stairs at work. Twenty-two flights of stairs. I figure the smokers get their smoke breaks–why not a health break, right? Thus, I try to go up the stairs three times a day, five days a week.

When I first started, I huffed and puffed, and was generally out of breath; now, my legs don’t really get tired, nor am I nearly as winded. It’s not gripping–it’s not a nature walk, or a hike, but I guess it counts for something, right?

For the longest time, it took me seven minutes to get to the top of those twenty-two flights; now, I’ve mostly got it down to six. That’s right, six minutes to the top. I know, this from a self-avowed “hater of exercise.” I can hardly believe it myself.

Sometimes, though, ok, a lot of times, it feels like a walk to nowhere. The weight isn’t coming off as fast as it was. The exercise is monotonous, tedious.

Sometimes–a lot of times–my faith feels like this, too. A walk to nowhere. The Bible is stale, dry, God seems distant, silent. I wonder the value of this exercise of faith. Where does it get me? Where will it lead me?

It’s like trying to climb Jacob’s ladder, and endless rungs are continuously being added. I never reach the top.

Do you ever feel that way?

But then I guess I’m not supposed to reach the top here, in this life, right? We don’t reach the top, right? A lifelong faith walk takes a little longer than six minutes to get to its destination.

And maybe that’s what it’s about–the exercise of the faith: I won’t arrive–we won’t arrive–at our soul’s destination until the mortal coil has been shuffled off.

Just as my faithful pursuit of physical exercise will reap some eventual rewards–a healthier body–so, too, will the faithful exercise of faith. Especially through the dry times. It’s not easy, but has its own rewards.

Maybe that’s what God wants: faithfulness. In season, and out.

As it says in the liturgy:

“O God, the protector of all who trust in you,
without whom nothing is strong, nothing is holy:
Increase and multiply upon us your mercy;
that, with you as our ruler and guide,
we may so pass through things temporal,
that we lose not the things eternal;
through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you
and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.

What’s your experience been? How do you handle the dry seasons?