Matthew 6:34
“So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today."
The other day I was trying to share some deep grandpa thoughts with my grandson. Thoughts that I thought might be of some lasting value for my grandson. He's coming of age now and it was weighing on my mind that, at his age, I was very adept at making horrible decisions.
My grandson is very good about making good decisions, so I'm blessed and happy about that. And he's not one to make the kinds of mistakes I made. So, I just wanted to touch on the things in general that I know can master our minds and consume our thoughts. Good or not, everyone has wicked secret thoughts, and desires that are less than holy. I wanted to do better than was done for me. So, I focused on keeping control of what drives someone to do the things they know aren't right for that situation, I focused on the compromises people make and the motivations that make that person choose the path that they've chosen. I just want him to develop a pause in his thinking.
I could get specific, I could talk about the alarming nature of teen sexuality these days, and I did some of that. But I'm not a fool and I know it's asking a lot to hope for purity until marriage. The environment these kids are growing up in these days is unbelievably corrupted by the access they have to temptations, but even more so, it's the flippant nature of sexual activity that has completely changed. It almost seems as if shame no longer exists. And I hate to see this, but parents have pretty much given up trying to instill some sense of chastity in their sons and daughters.
If you look at the official stats, you'll hear things like teen pregnancy is declining. Of course, they're not taking into account the unreported deaths of the unborn among teen girls at the hands of a very happy and thriving abortion industry that is not being held accountable. The sexuality moment has been institutionalized and leans on secrecy especially among the young people. Often parents are kept unaware.
At any rate, I don't really want to address the evil abortion debate here today. But I will say this, I told my grandson that I wanted him to take one thing away from our conversation. I wanted him to realize how much things have changed. I told him that he shouldn't be here. I said, by today's standards and by the uncommon sense that rules the social order today, his father should have been aborted. His grandmother was 17, I was 17, and neither of us was equipped with the things we needed to give birth to a son and let alone raise him right. We didn't have a good home. We didn't have resources. We didn't even have God in our hearts. We were only leaning on sexuality.
As far as today's culture is concerned, my grandson's dad (my son) shouldn't exist. And therefore, my grandson shouldn't exist. I should have moved on, got on with building my own life focused on my own benefits. I should have talked his grandmother into getting an abortion and not tried to legitimize the birth. That's what the culture today believes. Today they believe my son was a burden that shouldn't have been born.
Let me just finish this by saying, my teen years, and subsequent young adult years, were very difficult, very hard, filled with turmoil, and really not very productive at all, or so it seemed from within that life. So, the culture is probably right in regard to my own growth as a human being and the tools I provided for myself to become a successful adult. I spent a lot of years struggling because of the decisions I made at 17. And this isn't some nonsense platitude, but I'm glad it all happened the way it happened. I'm glad for the people that became my children and now grandchildren. I'm glad they happened in the way that they happened. I like them, and I love them, and I wouldn't have it any other way. And I now know all the darkness that had to be overcome in order to get to where we are today. All that came about because of a stupid decision made by a stupid teenage boy who was thinking with his crotch. And so, I shared that much with my grandson.
My family, turns out decades later, was actually a blessing from God. It wasn't that decades later God made it into a blessing. Turns out that God was ALWAYS, behind the scenes, answering my prayers through this haphazard family.
I've told this story often, but it's true that I heard God speak to my thoughts. I literally heard him say to me, "I'm answering your prayer." I was 42 years old, worn out and worn down on life. Questioning everything that had come before. And I wanted to hear a word from God on this situation. And to my surprise he showed up.
I think about the atheists I've had conversations with over the years, and I wish there was a way I could replay that day for them. All I can do is tell you, I'm not irrational. I'm far from crazy. I'm very pragmatic. Very sensible and reasoning in my nature. I'm not prone to fantasy when it comes to politics or cultural norms. I'm a very conservative thinker. But God did in fact speak to me.
And what God did was, he ran my mind through a flashback glimpse into my life and simply planted the idea into my head that everything that has happened throughout my life, happened, to get me into the situation where I'd have the answer to my childhood prayer.
He said, "I'm answering..."
That's active.
Immediate fulfillment and future fulfillment. Deliverance has come and is still coming. Your prayer was answered decades before. Is answered now. And is being answered every day going forward. The blessing is a family, a progeny that is of His making.
I think about that prayer.
What was it about that prayer that made it one that God wanted to show up for in such a profound way. First, it was the prayer of a very young boy, about 8 years old, crying out from the top of a very large tree. He wanted the family he never had. All his friends had families. Everyone he knew had brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, such as it is. And he was pretty much alone. Just him and his dad. And he cried out to heaven one day in deep destress. He cried out to God, to his mother, who he thought was dead, and he cried out for a family that never was.
Three decades later God shows up and tells him, in both visions and in voice, that he was there and he heard that prayer. And he's answering it. And God creates a family tree from that tree top prayer.
Be careful what you ask, you might get it.
This devotion, believe it or not, is about what choices we make when we're facing issues that tap into our resources. Issues that cause us to question our actions and question our motives. And it's about time that people start concerning themselves again with checking into their motives and trying to do the "right thing" whenever they can. In fact, they should try harder than that. They should do the right thing even when it makes no sense at all. Because if you don't, you're taking the reins from God's hands. You're not relying upon him; you're telling him you don't trust him to show up. You'd rather hedge your bet with your own wisdom than trust in his hidden gems.
Be careful friends,
In the wisdom of God, he allowed mankind to follow its own path. The invisible things of God can be seen if you're trying to see them, but mankind can't trust in the unseen things. Mankind instead applies his own wisdom and creates his own gods and bows down to them. And they all end up being destroyed by their own wisdom.
James 5:3
"Your gold and silver are corroded. The very wealth you were counting on will eat away your flesh like fire. This corroded treasure you have hoarded will testify against you on the day of judgment."
That's the point of this devotion. That's the point I was trying to make to my grandson. What I've learned in 60+ years is that nothing I planned in my own path has remained except the things that GOD HIMSELF has arranged for me. All my ways were dumb. Everything I thought was right was foolish. Only what God showed up for, turns out, has any real lasting value.
And the irony is God CHOSE these foolish humans to get it done.
What the hell is that about?
What if...stay with me here...what if everything that has come to pass was to get us to here. To get to a grandson or granddaughter who will choose to do what is right in the sight of God. So that the prayer that God showed up for will go on being answered even when I'm gone.
I sure hope so. Not my will Lord, but yours.
Jesus ends his sermon on the Mount with an analogy about a man building his house (his life) on a firm foundation that will withstand the storms of life. I think I started out life on a foundation of quicksand that was the making of others. I perpetuated that foundation for a long time. And all it took to set into motion the rebuilding process was a genuine heartfelt prayer from a child. The moral of the story is, whatever choices you make, make it right with God. Do it for God. Leave room for God to work it out.
I now live in a treehouse. A home (a life) built upon the Tree of Life. That tree is firmly rooted into the soil of truth and relies fully on our Father in heaven to tend to it. For me, that's not going to change. And it's my prayer that my family continues to grow in that faith for as many generations as God sees fit until his Son returns.
Amen.
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