Pastoral Ponderings—Reflections

 

Pastoral Ponderings—Reflections

 

One of my favorite kinds of pictures to take is one with reflections, usually in water, of what is also seen above.  Have you noticed in pictures like this, how much more clear the picture is the more calm the water is?

 

I’ve probably mentioned a song before that has a line in it about praying to be like the moon, a clear reflection of the light of the sun/Son.  That’s what it means to be a disciple of Jesus, to be a clear a reflection we can of the Jesus who has transformed us in so many ways.  But like the water that goes through countless storms, so do we, stirring up our souls in messy ways, making us less of the kind of reflection of the Light of the Son than we are called to be—making it all the more important to be that clearer reflection whenever we can be!

 

 

Notice, too, that you only NOTICE the reflections, when you make the time to stop and look.  And while watery reflections are not portable—you have to be in the right place at the right time to see them—you and I DO provide portable reflections of the light of Christ.  Wherever we go, we reflect something.  Wouldn’t you rather be reflecting the Light of Jesus?

 

Find those ways to calm your waters on a regular and frequent basis, so you are better able to reflect a more clear image to the world of the Light of the Son, wherever you are, wherever others might be who are most needed to see such a holy reflection.

 

Keep on shining—Pastor Jim

Pastoral Ponderings- Sculpted Beauty

Pastoral Ponderings- Sculpted Beauty

Thank you for the chance to get away!  We flew out to CA to spend time with Army kiddo Kaz while there, and Kaz and I hiked the Grand Canyon “rim to rim,” down from the North Rim, up the South Rim route, a total hike of about 23 miles.  I’m ALMOST past the sore muscles and my blisters are almost healed!  We then had other kid and wife come join us for a couple days at DisneyLAND—a first for all of us but Karol.

But the hike was the most amazing part—likely a once-in-a-lifetime thing.  Didn’t get to see much coming up the South Rim—it was dark by then—but the STARS—with no clouds, no light pollution at all—what a sight!  Next morning we did the shuttle bus to see what we could from above the South Rim—which appeared much like you’d expect with the stark beauty of all the layers of rock that God carefully carved over time.  The North Rim, though, was a surprise—I wasn’t expecting the trees and shade!   But they were VERY much appreciated, as the temperature was around 108 when we got to the bottom of the canyon by around 7pm.

I’m always struck by the beauty of God’s artwork in nature.  The Grand Canyon is quite the sculpture, with miles of carving thousands of feet deep, leaving intricate layers and signs of what has come before.  Have you ever noticed that beauty often comes like that in our small lives?  Becoming visible only after the long passage of time, with layers carved away through water, wind and grit, to reveal the beauty beneath.

We marvel at God’s sculpting majesty in the Grand Canyon and the beauty it brings—yet complain with a few scrapes and bruises when God is trying to sculpt His artistry on and through us!  And forget the process taking time as it did with the Grand Canyon—Lord, I want relief NOW, and if I need more patience, bring it quick!  (but NEVER pray for patience—God has a way of answering those kinds of prayers by providing LOTS of practice!)

Might it be possible when WE are going through times of carving, being worn down, that we could change our perspective?  Can we eagerly look for the beauty that God is working to reveal in and through the wearing down process, as we can with the Grand Canyon?  More often than not, we’d rather complain with every scrape, and pray for it to just be over quick!  That canyon wouldn’t even be a creek, let alone even approaching being one of the seven wonders of the natural world if God would have stopped THAT sculpting as quickly as we pray for our little times of being worn down to stop!

Being blessed by God’s crafting hand—Pastor Jim