Tell Me Something Good Monday – Miscellaneous Thoughts

Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The LORD, the LORD himself, is my strength and my defense; he has become my salvation.   Isaiah 12:2

It’s Tell Me Something Good Monday!  This morning I’ve been reflecting on some recent and not so recent events.  Last week was tough.  However, I was able to rest on Saturday and put my thoughts into perspective.

First, a few years ago a friend that I had reached out to in a time of tragedy, stood up in a public meeting and announced that I was racist.  Am I?  I would like to think not.  I grew up in the midst of racism, so I have made a concerted effort to break this pattern.  Then again, maybe we all are racist or prejudice in one way or another to a degree.  Was I racist toward this friend?  Without a doubt, I tell you no.  That night I left in tears, went to church and prayed for a long time.  I remember thinking of the lyrics in the song “Be Held” by  Casting Crowns.  Last week the person making the accusations came to me in friendship.  I didn’t ask for anything, just took the friendship request as a blessing.

Second, about a year to two years ago, I told my husband, “God wants me to take on the role of Crucifer/Lay Reader”.  For those of you who don’t know, it is a role during the church service where you lead the church in readings and prayers, and help the minister with the Eucharist (communion).  I could have taken on this role at anytime.  All I had to do was ask to be placed on the rotating list of volunteers.  As a matter of fact, I knew the church was in need of more volunteers.  Yet, I didn’t do it.  Why?  I had fear in my heart.  So, I kept on trying to improve my skills thinking that one day I would surprise everyone and volunteer.

CFF23564-AF92-4475-920C-2BAE7A57BFE5Yesterday morning I woke up hardly able to move.  The weather has been rainy and it takes a toll on my joints.  I was so tempted to go back to bed, but I knew that I had a commitment to teach Sunday School.  So, I got ready and left early for church with my husband.  In retrospect, after I started getting ready, I felt better.  So, I sat down in the pew, said a prayer and pulled out my sermon journal.  I’ve been keeping notes the last few weeks just to reflect on.  That’s when I looked up to see our minister.  He said “I need help” looking into my eyes.  I responded “with what?”  His mother has been unwell and I had told him that I was willing to help him anytime.  He said “with everything”.  Wow!  You know what that means.  I said “I’ve never done that.”  That wasn’t a problem, he was willing to walk me through it.


So, I very nervously followed his instructions.  I sat down on the pew at the front of the church and almost slid onto the floor.  I couldn’t remember what to say before the readings, so I just did the best I could.  After the first reading instead of saying “the Word of the Lord”, I said “the Lord of the Word.”  Then, I carried the Gospel down the aisle for the minister to read.  As he was reading, I was holding up what seemed like a huge book.  At one point, my world starting growing black around the corners and I thought I was going down, but I made it through that too.  Then, I started trying to memorize the one line that I needed to say as I took the wine around.  As I helped the minister prepare the gifts of God, I was thinking to myself “the Blood of Christ, the cup of salvation” over and over.  I made it through that too.  I was so worried about all what I was supposed to do, that I missed the sermon.  I guess Satan was working on me.  Now, I know that I can handle that role.  When I think about it, I have more people in Sunday School than we had in church yesterday.  It was the mere idea of the new role.

Finally, the last two days I have woke up with  a song on my mind.  Funny, I haven’t heard this song in many years.  So, I’m sharing it with you today, just in case someone needs to hear it.

I hope you guys have a few stories to share with me.  Don’t let fear stop you in your tracks.  God bless you.