I just re-read my own post from last Christmas, and although a year has passed, I could write the same thing today. Read it here if you’d like. This year my Christmas post is quite different, because the following was not originally intended for Spur. It was written and submitted to three different newspapers, all of which rejected or ignored it. But my writer’s skin is growing thicker — a good and needful thing.
Some people have beautiful feet with dainty toes and smooth skin. I am not one of them. As you can see from the picture above, mine are large and my toes are fat, and my husband, Will, says my second toe is king of the toes — horror of horrors. In fact, I keep my toenails painted and my calloused heels uber-moisterized to prevent them from being mistaken for man feet. But my ugly-feet complex took a hard blow just the other day when my first grader, Nate, had an assignment concerning feet. He was to trace each family member’s foot and then cut it out. According to Nate, and his questionable scissoring, my feet are as large as Will’s (who is six-foot-four) with the gnarliest toes imaginable. My footprint from Nate’s pattern just screamed out Sasquatch. I was so glad Nate was able to share his artistry with his whole class!
I think people have different areas in which they are especially prone to judge. A very disciplined athlete probably has to fight judging the gluttonous couch potato. The lifelong teetotaler might be tempted to pass judgment on the socialite who imbibes too much. As for me, I am prone to judge atheists. Not only does the Christian faith make so much logical sense to me, not only does the coherent message of the Bible resonate with me so completely, I really have a hard time understanding how anyone could think life just happened. Giving birth, watching the stars come out on a clear night, skiing in the mountains, playing in the ocean — these experiences leave me awestruck, totally humbled and convinced there is a God. I don’t understand how people can embrace a truly full life and deny an Almighty. Of course, I’m not suggesting I’ve got it all figured out because I don’t. We’ll always have unanswered questions. If we didn’t, we wouldn’t need faith.
I’m trying to read from John through Revelation before the end of 2009, and while I’m well into Acts, I’m still going to have to speed it up quite a bit to finish in time. Anyway, today a verse in Acts 17 really struck me. When Paul was preaching the gospel to the Greeks in Athens, they said, “You are bringing some strange ideas to our ears, and we want to know what they mean.” (v. 20)
It’s nearing the end of the year, and this weekend my husband and I will review our charitable giving for 2009. We’ll look at where and what we’ve given and pray about where to direct our end-of-year giving. Although we’re not talking about any huge sums, the number of zeros is irrelevant. We need to be good stewards with whatever we have. And there are so many worthwhile causes, so many organizations doing great things for people and for God.
Who is a child of God? And why is it important that followers of Christ are able to answer this question correctly?