I suspect that most of us have songs that get stuck in our heads. Sometimes they stay for minutes. There are some that live in there for days or weeks.
I have a tune in my head right now. It’s been there for weeks. I’m not bothered by it. I do wonder if there is a deeper purpose.
I am writing this with that in mind. I pray it does not end up as some senseless rambling.
Goodness of God
The song is probably familiar to you. Be careful with it. It just may take up space in your head as well. You can watch it on YouTube when you click here.
The lyrics that have captured my focus are All my days, I’ve been held in Your hands.
For me, all my days is a very long time. Reflecting on the song, I think it is the days of my youth that make me most grateful.
They were the years of being totally unaware. They were also the years I may have been the most reckless.
To think of God holding an unbelieving kid in His hands is, by itself, a miracle.
I was well into my thirties before I learned about Christ. It’s not that I didn’t know the name of Jesus, but rather, I did not know who He is, or what He has done.
I have been writing down some things that describe my journey to faith. It includes my childhood when I attended, with my family, what I call the Church of Sardis from Revelation 3.
As I remember those days, I remember only the wonderful, kind members.
I don’t remember ever hearing about Jesus. Why He was born and why He died. I never heard about the Gospel.
I knew Christmas was His birth and Easter was His death, but I did not know more than that. No one ever told me.
I Did Not Know
For in Him dwells all the fullness of the Godhead bodily; (Colossians 2:9)
I spent years watching a crazy dude with a rainbow wig standing in the end zone of football games. He was holding a sign that said John 3:16. I had no idea.
I am fully aware that there was nothing in my early years that warrants God’s protection. Beyond His love and grace, there is no reason I made it this far.
In those years I did things and went places that could have ended badly. They didn’t.
In those days I was subject to war but was never sent. I know now that it was providence that allowed me to arrive at the place where I am.
The journey was on a rocky road. Some steep hills and a couple of wrong turns were a part of the trip.
Yogi Berra is credited with saying, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”
I took the wrong fork a couple of times.
I found myself in what I call the Church at Laodicea. I sat in the pew of this major denomination for a couple of years and never heard the Gospel. Again, nice people. Kind, caring, but no Jesus.
The whole story of that church is something I may talk about another time.
The song in my head is relevant. God is so, so, good. I know of the things I dodged. It was that way for half my life.
At anytime my soul could have been required. I was lost. My soul would have been condemned to eternal torment. (Hell)
What About The Others
What about those who did not dodge the pitfalls of life? What about those who never heard the gospel? I suppose we never really know. I mean for sure. Perhaps that’s a good thing. No one wants to think about those who end up, you know, there. (most of us don’t even want to talk about, there)
Maybe you know someone like me. If we, you and I don’t tell them, then who will.
Are We Running After Them?
We are living in the goodness of God. Let’s tell others
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Be Blessed