Welcome to the first Monday of 2014.
Some of you are looking out at the coldest temperatures you’ve seen in decades. Some of you are looking at the most snow in years. Some of you are looking at a complete disruption of everything you’ve planned for the day. Some of you are in fear for your safety. Some of you are having the time of your life.
We’re heading home.
We’re driving from the city of my birth to the house we live in, from visiting with friends and family to being with Hope. On the way, we’ll drive past the places where my mom and sisters and Andrew and Allie live. It’s a review of most my life in one long trip, riding with the person who’s been with me for more than half of that life.
It’s a Nehemiah-like trip. Nehemiah (the book) is found halfway through the Old Testament, but it talks about the end of the Old Testament times. So at the beginning of Nehemiah’s memoir, when he hears bad news and starts to weep, he is looking back on millennia of God’s work with people. He’s seeing everything we see when we read the Old Testament. Promises, prayers, rejoicing, rebellion, punishment, love.
It’s no wonder that by verse 4, Nehemiah is weeping.
I understand that feeling, a bit. So do you. (Not you, by the way. You are happy all the time. So you can ignore this.) When we see all that’s not done, that’s still broken, that’s falling apart, that could have been done better, it’s easy to weep.
But Nehemiah then started to talk to God. He reviewed the history in conversation with God. He confessed any failings in conversation with God. He didn’t make it right first.
Something to think about this snowy traveling day.
See also, Look at me, God
And read more about Nehemiah in A Great Work