We’re having a terrific Tuesday! The first Tuesday in a brand-new year, actually.
An old saying by my Grannie ran through my head this morning. It was something like, “The days creep by but the years fly.” And, they do…fly!
I got caught up in a time warp on Sunday. I was driving home from church at the time; and, I caught a view of J.M. Alexander Middle School over on my left, which is now nothing but a pile of rubble.
If you are not from this area, you may not grasp the implication of this sight. J.M. Alexander Middle School, formerly J.M. Alexander Junior High School is an icon in Huntersville, and it has been so…for who knows how long!
Now it’s a pile of concrete, twisted rebar, crumpled lockers, shattered bricks and broken glass. Why? It’s because they built a new and improved one right down the road.
Still…did they have to tear this one down?
My time warp moment consisted of memories: of choral recitals; plays attended; parent-teacher conferences; PTA meetings; relationships forged; teachers we still relate to, even today; and, the ever-memorable time that my darling boy was invited to enjoy after school detention for the dastardly deed of eating Cheetos without a tray in the cafeteria.
Yes, I know…even crazy stuff becomes iconic humor after a time.
So, both my kids went to school in that now crumpled building and for a moment on Sunday, I was whisked back to a simpler time of having both our children living at home with us; and, the perception existed that Cheryl and I could keep them safe from all of life’s harms.
Oh boy, those days are in the rearview mirror. Time flies and now we have 2018 pressing in on us with such a hasty and relentless pace that it’ll bowl us over if we are not careful. What do you do when change overwhelms like a tidal wave and there seems to be nothing that we can do to stop it?
Well, we need to anchor down to something. Thank goodness, we have a savior who forms the chief cornerstone for the Universe.
Chris Tomlin popularized a modern hymn in 2015, originally written and performed by the Christian group Housefires entitled, Good, Good Father. This modern hymn certainly hits the spot with regard to anchoring down and coping with the blurring change that ceaselessly encroaches upon us.
I’ve heard a thousand stories of what they think you’re like
But I’ve heard the tender whispers of love in the dead of night
And you tell me that you’re pleased
And that I’m never alone
You’re a good, good father
It’s who you are…
And I’m loved by you
It’s who I am…
I’ve seen many searching for answers far and wide
But I know we’re all searching
For answers only you provide
‘Cause you know just what we need
Before we say a word
(Good, Good Father, Housefires II, 2014)
Yep, that hits the spot! And, for some reason, the story of the Prodigal Son just flipped through my mind. I am seeing the son, lost in a country that he made entirely on his own called, Far Away.
The son feels the need for the anchor that he has lost. It makes no difference to the father that the son lost it all on his own, even though it was willful.
What matters most to the father is the son’s desire to come back to a home that has never changed, one of stability and security, “I will set out and go back to my father…so, he got up and went…(Luke 15:18a & 20 NIV).”
The good, good Father, “… saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him (Luke 20:b NIV).”
The rapidity of change can make us feel far away. But…the good, good Father is the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end, and, “…will give water without cost from the spring of the water of life (Revelation 21:6b NIV).”
So, yes indeed I have entered that season of life when change feels discourteous and disrespectful. Why did they have to tear the school down? Why not convert it into condos or something?
Even so, we have the good, good Father who has remained changeless since the Universe was created. It makes all the difference in the world as we face a brand-new year!