Jesus had a profoundly ridiculous story to tell, yet i believed.

There once was a man named Nich who was ruler over a nation and was a highly educated man.  He marveled at the miraculous prospect of climbing back inside of his mother’s womb, to be born a second time and thus achieving eternal life.  You and i think his belief system pretty ridiculous.   Why is that?

Could it be… our lack of belief in the ridiculous prevents our ability to believe in the reality of the miraculous.  We look at Nich and think how ridiculous he was to consider climbing back into his mother’s womb, but was he really that ridiculous or could it be his belief in the miraculous of Jesus was so strong that nothing seemed impossible to him if Jesus chose.

Jesus had a profoundly ridiculous story to tell.  He had little time to tell it.  In just a few months, He was tasked by the Father to convince the world He was their Savior.  It was a story filled with love and miracles.  It was His story written by the Father and concluded on the cross.  It was a ridiculous story.  The story was written for you.

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”~Jesus

God bless my dog Spot

mydogspotI likely prayed the “my dog Spot” prayer recently.  It went something like… “Dear God, Bless my dog Spot and bless the food.  Care for aunt Myrtle and give me a new house.”  You know the prayer.  You pray because you know you should.  You really don’t expect an answer.  You just pray.

About 6:00 PM last night my tooth started hurting.  I took a pain killer and prayed for healing.  The tooth started hurting more.  The bottle prescribed I take one bill every 6 hours.  About 8:00, I took another pain killer and prayed some more.  The dentist called to check on me.  That was a first.  I said it hurt bad.  He said to double up on the pain killers.

I began praying continously and earnestly.  About now I am really praying and hoping that God will not only hear but answer.  I even gave God a hand.  I took way too many pain pills of all kinds and variety.  I suppose the pills were for just in case God didn’t show up.  Did I say, “I WAS IN PAIN!”.  There now.  That shout felt good.

About 3:00 AM, the pain subsided to a dull ache.  I’m giving God the credit for the pain relief.  The drugs obviously weren’t doing anything.  But, I have a question.  What was God doing between the hours of 6:00 PM and 3:00 AM? I’m sincere.  Why does it take a while (most of the time) to see God’s provision?