Styles

I strolled along Elizabeth Street, window shopping and browsing with nothing particular in mind.  The range of shoes, shirts, and trousers was incredible!  Given their prices, the target audience has a lot more disposal income than the average teenager.  Some of the clothes appeared to be aimed at my generation.  The setting, display, and ambiance all called out for a closer examination.  As I took time to give the different stores a closer look, I found myself looking at familiar items that were, in any way other than function, utterly, completely, and totally unfamiliar.
The quality of the materials used, for the most part, was exceptional.  The leather was soft, subtle, and expensive.  The silk, linen, and wool were first rate.  The stitching was precise.  Everything came together in a way that spoke of care, attention, and ultimately expense.  Yet there was something completely foreign in what I was looking at, touching, and trying to understand.  The cut of the cloth was not appealing in any way.  The style of the shoe looked uncomfortable, especially when I imagined myself wearing them.  Even the shirts reflected someone I did not recognize.  Whatever this fashion was and is, it is not my style.
I often find myself in a mindset where I see God’s way as something different.  I rationalize that it is merely superficial, that in reality we are on the same page.  My intent is along God’s lines.  My motivation is close to God’s.  Even my methods could be considered God like.  My ignorance and confusion seems to know no limits.
Fortunately, you and I have a God that understands.  “I don't think the way you think.  The way you work isn't the way I work.”  (Isaiah 55.8)  It is not just a style thing, it is content from the inside out. 
I did not buy anything on Elizabeth Street.  Today brings fresh questions that God leave on your plate and mine.  Will we embrace God’s work?  We will choose God’s way?  Will we walk with God?  It is our walk that we give our answer.