The Days of Our Lives

Moses brings us our Monday School this week.

“So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.”   Psalm 90:12

Psalm 90 is a prayer written by Moses, the one who led God’s people out of Egypt, through the miraculously parted Red Sea, to the edge of the Promised Land. Instead of trusting God, the people gave in to fear and did not enter the Promised Land until forty years later.

Throughout the psalm, Moses writes a lot about time and stresses how quickly it passes. Maybe spending lots of time in the desert, dealing with rebellious people, and hearing all the complaints about water and manna gives a person a better perspective on time and the days of our lives. In verse 12, he prays for God to teach us to number our days. Moses wants to learn……and wants us to learn……to count our days so that we become wise.

How will numbering our days give us a heart of wisdom?  The main thing it will do is make us realize the brevity of our lives. But realizing how short our lives are doesn’t give us wisdom. In fact, it may make us more foolish….chasing adventures, careers, or bucket lists and filling our lives to the brim with things that don’t matter.

There’s more to it than just counting our days. Moses prays for God to teach us to number our days. God is the Giver of our Days and must teach us what to do with them. He must show us how to live them, because on our own, we tend to waste them.

If you’re wondering, like I am, how not to waste your days……we can’t go wrong with what Paul wrote to the church at Corinth which echo the words of Jesus in all four gospels:  Love God and love people.

“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”              1 Corinthians 13:13  

We’ve been given the days, let’s make them count and live like it matters.

 

 

801

Can a place change you?

Moses was changed on the mountain, Paul on the road to Damascus, and Esther in the palace.

Anne Lamott wrote that she staggered to faith from one safe place to another. One of my safe places is 801 Fretwell Avenue.

Moments happened in that metal building at the end of a dead-end street that opened my eyes and my heart. To something wonderful.  Sometimes to something terrible.  I felt deeply, was moved deeply…….and was changed.

Where joy and sorrow are shared with a diverse group of imperfect people learning to love and live well.

The church. A place I am known and loved and encouraged and challenged.

Today I celebrate all that God has done through the people in that place.  Because it’s not really the place….it’s who is there or Who is there.

It’s God in the place.

It’s the people in the place.

It’s God in the people in the place.