Two years and two days.
It’s been two years and two days.
What is two years and two days, you ask? That is the amount of time that it has been since I’ve had the opportunity to celebrate the birth of our country by destroying it with fireworks, and I’m livid. Absolutely livid.
I love fireworks. If I could find a way to Photoshop a picture of a heart to show how much I love them I would, but I’ve only had about five hours of sleep, so saying that I <3 fireworks will have to do. Most people enjoy the aspect of spending time with their family, quite a few people enjoy eating banana pudding (Pronounced, “nana puddin” if you’re from Texas… Yee-Haw!), and some people are just proud of their country, and fly their flag proudly every fourth. For me, nothing says, “God bless America” like the smell of gunpowder and flop sweat as you watch your previous week’s salary burst into a colorful explosion in the air as some redneck lights a sparkler with his cigarette (I.E. My father). It warms my heart, it really does.
But I didn’t get to blow up north Texas this year, because for TWO YEARS, it has rained on the Fourth of July. Last year, I sat in my car while a torrential downpour dampened not only our spirits, but the ground as well. This year, the same thing happened, the only difference is the rain was assisted by my tears (ladies, I have a vulnerable side too… Take note of that).
As I was pondering how I was going to hide roughly $600 worth of fireworks (God bless America), and wiping the tears from my eyes (vulnerable side), I had an epiphany: I wonder if Christians get angry or upset with God, when the “ah ha!” moments of their spiritual walk, aren’t as cool or awesome as the spectacular explosions on the Fourth of July. Check this out:
“Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” – Psalm 46:10
The thing that trips me out about this verse is that no emphasis is placed on me. I’m not required to do anything. In fact, I’m instructed to do nothing, and I think that as Christians, that boggles our mind.
The LORD said to Job: “Will the one who contends with the Almighty correct him? Let him who accuses God answer him!” Then Job answered the LORD: “I am unworthy—how can I reply to you? I put my hand over my mouth. I spoke once, but I have no answer— twice, but I will say no more.” – Job 40:1-4
Ultimately, we have the tendency of thinking that we are the cause of our own spiritual growth, and as a result we fail. We buy books that are written by broken people that teach us some new avenue of spirituality. We listen to the newest podcast, in the hopes to grow… We do all of these things, while the God of the universe just wants us to calm down, so that He can reveal Himself to us.
So, as you sift through the hustle and bustle of daily living, allow me to give you a piece of advice: Take a moment and calm down. Please give God the opportunity to speak to you. Because I’m almost certain that God is speaking to you…
You just aren’t listening.