I have been thinking about this song:
Change my heart, O God
make it ever true;
Change my heart, O God,
may I be like you.
You are the Potter, I am the clay;
Mold me and make me,
this is what I pray
Change my heart O god,
make it ever true;
Change my heart, O god may I be like YOu.
Last night Julie and I talked for a bit, she was telling about helping someone clean out their basement before the impending flooding in Bismarck. We talked about all the things they we have that we really don't need, the clutter in our house, I guess that inspired me to think about the clutter in our lives.. What is keeping us from being close to God? What thoughts keep us from thinking about him, from listening to him. I am in awe of his goodness, his patience and his grace. But what I am doing for my part? Some mornings I get up and play some of these favorite choruses, this is one of them.
Super thoughts from Joni:
The Right Way to Run
"We who are strong ought to bear with the failings of the weak and not to please
ourselves. Each of us should please his neighbor for his good, to build him up."
-Romans 15:1-2
My husband, Ken, serves as a track-and-field coordinator for Special Olympics. There
is always band music, colorful banners, and flags everywhere. Scattered across the
infield are teams of mentally handicapped young people.
A few years ago at the games, Ken blew his whistle to signal the contestants for
the 50-yard dash. A Down's syndrome girl with thick glasses and a short, stocky
boy in baggy shorts were the first to line up. There was a moment of stillness,
then a "bang" from the starting gun. Off they sprinted - six contestants bobbing
and weaving down the track.
Suddenly the boy in baggy shorts began running toward his friends in the infield.
Ken blew his whistle to direct him back to the track, but it was no use. At that
point, the Down's syndrome girl, who was just a few yards from the finish line,
turned around, ran toward him, and gave him a big hug. Together they got back on
the track and completed the race arm-in-arm, long after the rest of the contestants
had crossed the finish line.
We must run the race not to please ourselves, but to please the Lord. That often
means taking time to stop and put our arms around a weaker friend who needs to
get back on track.
Have you watched a fellow believer get spiritually confused, and yet you've kept
on going? Jesus doesn't seems as preoccupied with "winning" as we do. The important
thing is how we run the race. And we are called to run it, bearing with the failings
of those who are weak.
Lord, may I run the race to please you ... and to help others.
"We who are strong ought to bear with the failings of the weak and not to please
ourselves. Each of us should please his neighbor for his good, to build him up."
-Romans 15:1-2
My husband, Ken, serves as a track-and-field coordinator for Special Olympics. There
is always band music, colorful banners, and flags everywhere. Scattered across the
infield are teams of mentally handicapped young people.
A few years ago at the games, Ken blew his whistle to signal the contestants for
the 50-yard dash. A Down's syndrome girl with thick glasses and a short, stocky
boy in baggy shorts were the first to line up. There was a moment of stillness,
then a "bang" from the starting gun. Off they sprinted - six contestants bobbing
and weaving down the track.
Suddenly the boy in baggy shorts began running toward his friends in the infield.
Ken blew his whistle to direct him back to the track, but it was no use. At that
point, the Down's syndrome girl, who was just a few yards from the finish line,
turned around, ran toward him, and gave him a big hug. Together they got back on
the track and completed the race arm-in-arm, long after the rest of the contestants
had crossed the finish line.
We must run the race not to please ourselves, but to please the Lord. That often
means taking time to stop and put our arms around a weaker friend who needs to
get back on track.
Have you watched a fellow believer get spiritually confused, and yet you've kept
on going? Jesus doesn't seems as preoccupied with "winning" as we do. The important
thing is how we run the race. And we are called to run it, bearing with the failings
of those who are weak.
Lord, may I run the race to please you ... and to help others.
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