Faith Venture

Some people always see what’s wrong. They see mistakes others make. Sometimes they focus on their own mistakes or shortcomings. The lawn isn’t mowed correctly. The government is all screwed up. The pastor’s message put me to sleep. My co-workers don’t pull their weight. They frown.

Some people choose to see where people are helpful. They focus on what good they can do right now, where they are. They complement good work. They smile.

Who would you prefer to associate with? Who would you like to be?

I carefully curate my news sources attempting to discard the most biased. Yet, whether I’m reading about technology, business, or politics, the message is Fear This!

Contemplating this “feature” of news, God spoke. OK, not like George Burns in the eponymous move or in the young Bill Cosby’s Noah skits. But the message was clear—consider the most used command in the Bible—Fear Not!

God, angels, even Jesus himself command people, “FEAR NOT!”

Let this sink in.

If God tells us not to fear, perhaps I should listen. Perhaps I should pause after reading or hearing, breathe, become aware of God’s presence around and through me, releasing my fears. What happens, happens. “It rains on the rich and poor alike.”

Relaxing into the presence of God takes us to a new level that we can figure it out and get through.

I have an electric vehicle. I must plug it into a power source to maintain a charged battery.

Some Christians use church in that manner. They plug into a place weekly or randomly in order to get charged up by fast-paced rock music followed by a polished motivational speaker.

Sometimes that reminds me of a story told by a comedian about being on a college football team. They were behind at half-time. The coach gave a rousing talk to get them fired up to go out and win the game. At the height of emotion as they headed to the door to leave the locker room and head to the field, the door was jammed.

All fired up, and nowhere to go.

I charge the car so that I can go somewhere useful.

Someone at the fitness center told me about where they attend church. It’s a small, country place. But they have community. Someone has their back; they have someone’s back. They have lunch together. They perform acts of service together.

They get charged through gathering. They go out to do something.

As one of my bosses used to say, “It’s a beautiful thing.”

As a bonus, I’m passing along the website of an author/singer/songwriter I just heard about last week—Amanda Herd Opelt. She writes from the heart.

When someone dies, we usually want to know the “cause of death.” Especially if we are addicted to TV detective mystery shows, cause of death is crucial to the investigation.

This may be an indelicate inquiry, but if someone were looking at your life, would they need to inquire into a “cause of life?”

How many people seem to be sleep-walking through life! No interests, no service, not much in the way of relationships. 

Intelligence is not a factor. I’ve known fascinating people with either lower IQ or biological emotional problems who pursue interests with the ability to talk through them to anyone who cares to relate.

On the other hand, some highly intelligent people just seem lost in the world.

Once again, how about you (and me)?

Perhaps we are involved in important work.

Perhaps we need to climb out of the rut we’ve built. It can start with small acts of service to others. Accompanied with walks in nature. Movement helps. Paying attention to others adds crucial herbal flavoring to life.