Radio Stations

Yesterday my wife and I went out on a date night.  We have been blessed in the last few months to be working in the same location with approximately the same hours.  For this reason, we usually take my car and haven’t even pulled hers out of the garage for the last few months.  Which happens to coincide with about the same amount of time that we have really been digging into this whole “Christianity” thing.

            I don’t think that either one of us has had that Ah-hah, Saved, moment.  You know the one that you hear about so often in the church?  When someone was down as low as they could get and they finally threw there hands up and said, “This world has gotten the best of me. I can’t do it without you anymore God.”  And because we haven’t had that moment, sometimes it is hard to know that we are walking with the Lord.  Sometimes it just feels like we are walking.

            But yesterday when we got going in the car and turned on the radio for a little background noise, I flipped through the presets and didn’t come across a single Christian station, which is pretty much all we listen to anymore.  This simple little observation sent me back to six months ago when neither one of us was quite sure if church was something that we even wanted to do.  And today, I can’t imagine going through a whole day without thinking of the Lord and thanking him for…well, everything.           

Maybe it doesn’t have to be an Ah-hah saved moment.  Maybe it can just be a little movement everyday until suddenly we are fully in the Light of our Lord and Savior.

Ballpark fun

Few things in the world make me aware of the grandeur and magnificence of God’s creation like going to a professional sporting event.  This weekend we went with some of our extended family to a baseball game. I don’t very often go to games.  As a matter of fact, I don’t watch games on TV, so I am not sure if AT&T is a large park, or a small one.  But I do know that it is amazing. 

I ponder the amount of people that had to be before this park could come into existence.  I imagine the engineers who designed it.  They had to go to school, where they learned techniques and mathematical equations that had been developed for hundreds of years.  I envision the computer programmers and hardware manufacturers that built the computer and wrote the program on which the plans for the park were made.  I picture the excavating crew and the machines that were required to dig out the dirt, rock, and clay before the foundation could be laid; the steelworkers and masons whose skills would hold the whole thing together.  I smell the food and see the grass and the infield.  I watch as hundreds of people work diligently to ensure that this little corner of the world is as pristine and beautiful as it can be.  And as I gaze at what took thousands of people and hundreds of years of architectural know-how I am reminded of a simple, Biblical truth. Psalm 33:9 “For he spoke, and it came to be; he commanded, and it stood firm.”