Empathy, For a Moment

Last night, watching Edmonds overrunning third base and getting tagged out, seeing a routine fly ball missed in the outfield, watching an outfielder throw the ball to the wrong base, seeing a lead dwindle away and saying to myself, "Here we go again," I suddenly realized, so this is what it feels like to be a Cubs fan!

Finally, I understood.

I am glad it didn't last.

What do you think?

"Let the wicked forsake their way, and the unrighteous their thoughts;
let them return to the Lord, that he may have mercy on them,
and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon." -Isaiah 55:7

Where do thoughts come from? I am always amazed by the way the brain works (or sometimes doesn't work). How does something suddenly pop in our head-a memory of something, an idea, or a sudden decision or insight? Where does that impulse come from? Is it just an electrical surge from the chemicals of our brain? A thought...something we ponder, a flash of a past event, a grief, a happiness, a hope, a funny stream of words in our brain that makes our body reacte in laughter.....? How does that happen? And are all our thoughts, the thousands that come in our brain every day, all ours? Do thoughts come from somewhere outside ourselves?
I do know that our thoughts can lead us astray, but how? I do know we can think right things or wrong things. And I know we can choose to some degree what we think about, otherwise we could never "repent," literally "change our mind." Isaiah goes on to say, speaking for the Lord: "My thoughts are not your thoughts...." that his thoughts are much, much higher than ours, higher than the heavens above the earth.
Yet Paul says we can have the mind of Christ...we can think like Jesus!
I am not sure about how all this happens, someone probably has thought it through and has a good theory....but how?
I am glad though, that my thoughts do not have to control me, that I can forsake them and think like Jesus.....some of the time. I can also think like the devil if I want to...or maybe they are his thoughts he is bombarding me with.
Sharing our thoughts can be good or bad also. Sometimes it is uplifting and encouraging and helpful and other times it can be just passing on the bad thoughts and infecting someone else.
What do you think?

Rider on the Storm

I was on the south end of town when the storm hit yesterday afternoon. It was small as far as storms go, I could see it's edges on both the north and south. But it packed a real punch of wind and hail and rain for a short time. I am always drawn out to storms instead of wanting to run from them. They just seem alive and awesome and full of sound and color and power. I can see why the prophets described God as riding on the storm. What kind of clouds do you think Jesus will return on? I see him surfing in on a wall cloud.....

Bel and Nebo

Bel bows down, Nebo stoops low;
their idols are borne by beasts of burden.
The images that are carried about are burdensome,
a burden for the weary.
They stoop and bow down together;
unable to rescue the burden,
they themselves go off into captivity.

Listen to me, O house of Jacob, all you who remain of the house of Israel,
you whom I have upheld since you were conceived,
and have carried since your birth.
Even to your old age and gray hairs
I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
I will sustain you and I will rescue you.

Isaiah 46:1-4

I should have asked more questions and been more honest in my religion. I didn't comprehend that true faith is the gift of God, conceived and delivered by him. How much time was spent carrying around the burden of my own fashioned gods. I worked hard to make him presentable and shiny, attractive to the masses so that I would be successful in ministry. And I remember the weariness of all that, trying to keep myself and others happy and interested, trying to create an experience of God that would bring them all back.
The real test is this: Am I being carried by God, or is he being carried by me?

"Come to me, all you who labor and are weary......"

shouts and whispers

"But pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world."
C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain.

Isaiah 1:5-6.

Questions

"....And here is the real problem: so much mercy, yet still there is hell."
C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain.