Please, can someone tell me it isn't Monday? Anyone? Nobody? Um, okay. I am currently in mid crisis of sorts. Either I have too many irons in the fire and they are all getting red hot at the same time or I am showing signs of aged mis-remembering. Or, is it Monday on a loop.....?
A couple months ago I saw a really sweet oil lamp in a local store. I thought how nice it would be to carry this thing on overnight hikes and use it for light. So like any good red-blooded guy, I purchased the thing and added a couple bottles of lamp oil to accompany the pretty blue lamp. So far, so good! I brought it home, read the instructions...(Yes, you read that right. I read the instructions.) Adding oil, lighting it, and properly trimming the wick which produced the desired result of warm ambient light and satisfaction.
Just the other day, Monday to be exact, I began searching for that pretty blue lamp so could take it on our weekend camping trip. I searched for it with no joy. I looked in our spare room, commonly called a 'junk room' or 'catch all' room by some. Nothing! I searched the garage and the boiler room with similar outcomes.
I walked out to the shed and checked all the shelves hoping for a glimpse of the sought after treasure. Nothing. It has become such a thorn in my side that I had briefly considered going back to the store to purchase another lamp rather than actually find the one I already own.
It is at this point of the saga that I am growing more frustrated and questioning my initial need for such a lamp in the first place. In the grand scheme of things it is just a lamp and the camping trip will be fine without it. The principle of the matter is that I see things and think I need them then end up watching said things either gather dust or get misplaced. Wait a minute, I think I remembered where it is. Be right back (BRB)!
(After 10 minutes) And another dead end...
We who sought out Christ for our spiritual rebirth were excited and overjoyed to have Jesus in our lives. We knew we needed Him in our lives and received Him gladly. We brought Him into our homes and read the instructions (Bible). Over a course of time, we forgot about that treasure of salvation and relationship with Jesus. A gnawing in our soul reminded us that something wasn't quite right and so we set out to discover Jesus all over again.We looked in all the usual suspected places for that treasure only to find disappointment in each room. The frustration of knowing the treasure is near but not knowing where it is grows with each dead end. Then one day, a flicker of a memory leaps across our heart and for one shining moment we remember.
Oh! Wait, I think I remembered. Be right back (BRB)!!
"But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider
everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose
sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having
a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the
righteousness that comes from God and is by faith." (Philippians 3:7-9, NIV)
Viola! I found it!
My crisis has been averted. I found the lamp.
If you are struggling to relocate Jesus in your life, maybe this blog will help your misremembering. Then you can say with loud conviction.
"Viola! I found Him!"
'A Musing Pastor'