I listened to the Relevant Podcast, which included some worship music by Daniel Bashta on the way to work this morning. To be honest, I listened because Rita Springer was singing with Bashta and she is one of my faves.
Anyways, I arrived at work and proceeded to get all my junk out of the car: two water bottles, a bowl of soup, a cup of coffee, a piece of cornbread, my time sheet, iPhone, and a banana.
And I didn’t have a bag.
See where this one’s headed?
Water down the shirt.
Coffee down the pants.
Yea. The crotch.
And me, placing everything on the sidewalk and whispering under my breath, “son of a b!+€h”!
Why did I say that?
So here’s my question, did that phrase of three words cancel out my 45 minutes of worship on the way to work?
Can a few words, uttered in frustration, nullify the work and the relationship I have with Abba?
UH-OH. I FEEL A SOAPBOX COMING ON…
CS Lewis said, “We can no more diminish God’s glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling ‘darkness’ in his cell”.
If you think for one second that we have the power to nullify our relationship with God by a few silly words or deeds, you are sadly mistaken.
I go back to unconditional love.
News flash: you are NOT that powerful.
If you think that your words or deeds are more dynamic than the amazing love and mercy of God, you are sadly mistaken.
His love knows no bounds.
His mercy never fails.
His grace is unending.