“Tracking, Paul. Remember tracking?”
Odd how He continues to pop “random thoughts” – keys to locked doors – keys that open a door I never knew was there. And the doors always open to something magnificent!
Tracking: when the garage does “car mechanic stuff” with the “wheel and steering stuff.” When the steering goes out of alignment not by bad driving, but simply through driving on roads that are imperfect. When pulling the steering wheel causes unnecessary wear on the rubber.
I have become a little “out of alignment” of late. A little wearing on the wheels. Not by bad driving – but simply through “driving” with God. It happens. And it will happen again. And He has that covered. So He took me into the garage and fixed my tracking:
A certain minister’s email. A certain accountability buddy. A certain comment from a fellow blogger. A long email from a dear brother. A hug and a cuddle from a dear wife. All of that is a ton of loving “realignment”. without any attempt to make me “think a certain way”. Simply allowing me to drive this car called God – just without all the “unnecessary wear and tear” (again).
Is that fellowship? Is that discipleship? Is it both? Maybe it all comes back to “love”.
“Mention the go-faster stripe, Paul! 🙂 ”
Sometimes when you get a helping hand – you come away with a complete makeover! And yesterday, as well as loving “tracking realignment”, I was given a great big shiny “go-faster stripe” as well! Late last night a dear sister wrote a post (she calls them comments) under one of mine “There was (is?) no room”
Heather swims with God. Heather swims in the deep pools with God. And Heather connects her God with mine and yours. Late last night Heather wrote a
comment post, and I would like to share with you what Heather shared with me …
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“You know it takes a pretty amazing post to pull me out of my cancer cocoon to fire off a comment … and this post, my dear brother, is one of those posts. The usual “wow” seems to pale in comparison to the emotions bubbling within me.
“And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.”
I’ve often thought about that “no room” thing. I’ve known that Jesus’ birth happened how and where and when God planned. It wasn’t until reading your post that I was struck with the ever-important (to me) WHY. Of COURSE there was no room for Him at the inn. Jesus cannot be contained. His birth detonated love and truth into an explosion of Light that could never be contained indoors. That poor inn would have burst into nothing but rubble and dust under the weight of His might. Mary HAD to place Him in a manger…a feeding trough…as He would feed the world for all eternity.
He is feeding me now through your words, your insight, the wisdom of your relationship with Him. You, one of His beloved disciples, whose diary always has space for Him. Because you know that He cannot be contained within the pages of a calendar, or within the walls of a church building, or an inn, for that matter. You understand that He feeds us, so we feed others. That is discipleship. Feeding others so they get a taste for Him, a taste that can never be satisfied. He fills us with a hunger for Him and feeds us at the same. That is the beauty, the miracle of our Father.
Perhaps, maybe, just possibly there is a connection between fellowship and discipleship. To me, fellowship ONLY happens when HE is present, when HE is leading, when HE is teaching. TRUE fellowship is never surface. Never polite conversation or small talk. Because when HE is in charge, we will plunge below the surface where His Truth pierces us into BIG talk.
Whether meeting with Him one-on-One or in a corporate setting, He is the Fellow, steering the ship. And those meetings, where He guides and leads and teaches and feeds, morph and transform us, so that we will “go” and “make” and “teach” others (the one another’s). Notice, though, Jesus’ last words: “I am with you always”. Because we are still (always) in Fellowship with Him. He is steering the ship. He is directing our path. The only time we are out of Fellowship is when we walk away (and that usually involves sinking and arm-flailing panic where we ask Him to save us…again!). But He is there. Always. He is ready with His food, hoping we will be hungry enough to partake…and then share. Looks to me like no matter if it’s Fellow or disciple, it’s still all part of His ship.”
Thank you certain minister, thank you accountability buddy, and you dear fellow blogger, and you dearest brother, and especially you – my loving wife!
And Thank You, dear Heather.
Now that’s what I call a BIG TALK!
“Putting God in a box … keeping Me safe … sticking Me on a pedestal … making Me an icon … ? That doesn’t work for Me. I cannot be contained. And if you try? I will send you My “tracking team”. And just because I love you – there might also be a go-faster stripe – a makeover – a connection you never thought possible. Merry Christmas, Paul! Let’s party!!”
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Heather Jenkins – Inside Heather’s Head – if you want to connect with Heather and her “cancer cocoon” (I love her way of looking at living) – if you want to join the “Big Talk” with Heather and our God – you know how.