Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
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- However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time
- After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices.
- As with everything in life, balance is key.
- Slow down, you move too fast…
- Yeah, I know. I have issues.
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We Were Jesus People, Then, And Young…
More than thirty years ago, when we were Jesus freaks and young, Doug and I had the privilege of knowing some wonderful people.
We were idealists, I guess you’d say. And in our immature but idealistic theology, we cherished the closely held belief that Jesus’s Second Coming was imminent. Like, it would probably happen tonight, and we’d be surprised if He held off until tomorrow morning.
Sometimes, beliefs like this keep Christians from actually doing good in the world, so convinced are they that He’s about to deliver them out of it.
This morning, when I awakened once more to find He’d tarried even longer, an email awaited me. It was from a close personal friend of mine from back in the day, a Jewish believer in Jesus, a beautiful girl now—how can this be, Lord?—a grandmother many times over.
She told me about another couple we used to know, who moved to Israel many years ago and raised a family there. If you can help our old friends, she wrote, let me know. They have taken in a refugee family from Darfur, to protect them from being sent back to Egypt, where their persecution was as bad as it had been in their homeland…
Who knew the Lord would wait so long? So long that Israel must now build prison camps in the desert to contain those fleeing from Sudan? So long that our friends, who moved to Israel with their zeal for the Lord’s return a blazing fire, are now sheltering a long-suffering man, wife, and tiny baby?
Darfur hadn’t really drilled down into my consciousness, until today. With one note from a trusted friend, though, my eyes began to open.
No Prince of Peace, crowned with righteousness and riding on a white horse, has appeared at the foot of my bed as if in a dream. Jesus still hasn’t come back as I struggle into wakefulness this morning, and yet, somehow He has.
He’s right here, speaking to me, leading me beside still waters, moving upon my heart as in the days of my youth.
For we are Jesus people now, and old.
- How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long... how long... how long...
How long... to sing this song?
Of course the words are not original with me.Posted by alison on 07/20/07 at 12:58 PM - Jesus is right there...in KC and Israel...working to help those in need.
When people ask if "I've seen Jesus" I always say, "Of course.
I see Him at work in people like you, occasionally I even catch a glimpse of Him in me. We are the body of Christ."
Heaven awaits, but we don't have to go there to be with Jesus, as your friends in Israel are proving...and as you and Doug have shown.
We do await the resurrected Lord, as people have for centuries, but God never told us to stand still until that day comes.
We are not old...we are just wise to the reality of time and perhaps missed opportunities to see Jesus more often.
Grace & Peace,
MPosted by Michael Main on 07/21/07 at 12:52 PM - No post in a week...just checking in. Are you doing something odd, like writing? Or should we be praying a bit harder?
Grace & Peace,
MichaelPosted by Michael Main on 07/28/07 at 02:16 PM
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