Sour Grapes

“Are you enjoying those sour grapes?” my parents would rhetorically ask when I complained about something that hadn’t gone my way. I hated that remark, mainly because, rather than give credence to my whining, a spotlight was shown on my what about me attitude. As I read the last chapter of the book of Jonah and heard his complaining, I was reminded of the sound of my own youthful voice. And, I have to admit, it’s a voice I still use. How often do you or I claim unfairness when God blesses someone whom we feel isn’t deserving, or when God saves a disgraceful person in their eleventh hour, or chooses to deliver someone whom we believe should be punished? God feels compassion for people whom we have judged, and fortunately for us, God also overlooks our sour grapes.

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Cross Your Heart

“Cross your heart?” my friends and I would ask each other after making a promise. Somehow saying cross my heart was enough to ensure the validity of the promise. If the promise was broken we would decry, “But you crossed your heart!”

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God’s Billboard Company

I love to read billboards. Of course, there are some vulgar and inappropriate things on some and I have to quickly avert my eyes. But for the most part, I find a lot to think about on these giant-sized commercials.

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For Future Generations

I can’t think of a more overwhelming role than that of parent. When a mother or father holds that tiny baby in their arms and they realize how dependent that life is on them, the feeling must be wonder and awe. Awe that God would entrust such a life to you who are, at times, not so sure how to handle your own life; and wonder or doubt that you will be all that child needs you to be. Abraham must have felt that same way when told he would be the father of a whole nation. But God knew Abraham’s fears as well as ours, and He has a plan.

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Holy Glasses

One of the little frustrations of life occurs for me when I get my hair cut. When the hairdresser has finished cutting my hair, he hands me a mirror so I can see the back. But I can’t see a thing until I pull my glasses from under the cape and put them on. The mirror won’t do me any good without my glasses. We Christians are like the person sitting in a salon chair, being handed a mirror from God, Who says to us, “Look and see what great things I have done.” We strain to see what He is talking about, but often we miss it. Why? We need to put our glasses on.

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