We are back from a whirlwind three-day road trip of sorts. We’ve traveled to Federal Way, Washington for a Middle School fun day at Wild Waves theme park (with Dutch, which was a blast!), then quick few hours sleep at my parents’ place to pick up Heidi and a truck and trailer, then a 24 hour trip to Bend to help Jeff’s mom get ready to move and haul back some furniture she generously gave us. We arrived back home last night, exhausted and sweaty. Jeff went to straight to work and the kids and I collapsed into bed. Today after church we traveled back out to my parents’ to deliver the truck and trailer and get some rest and playtime before the week begins. It’s been exhausting but so fun to be together. Plus, road trips are the one time Jeff and I actually get to talk, as our children both love to “read” in the car. It was great, but we’re glad to be home.
The only downside of the trip was that we were literally on the go from sun up to sun down, and I went three whole days without opening my Bible. Finally this morning at 6:30am, with Jeff gone and the kids still sleeping, I was able to sit down and just soak in the Scriptures. Anyone else experience that? I crave scripture. I do! Some of you understand this. It’s like a cold glass of water in the midst of this dry desert of life. Just a few psalms this morning and I could almost feel my internal compass set astraight, my eyes back fixed on Jesus, my perspective broadened. Yes, I’ve read those psalms probably a dozen times before. But that’s the wonder of God’s Word–it is living and active. It changes us from within.
Then I got to go to church. The message was certainly nothing new, strictly speaking. It was about
I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: ‘I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept His claim to be God.’ That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God: or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at Him and kill Him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to. – CS Lewis, Mere Christianity, pages 40-41.
Of course those of us who are Christians