The idea that anything good could happen on tax day is unbelievable. We all know that the tax authority in your locale is out to get as much money as is possible. We all know that government is really more concerned about their pet projects than our well being. It doesn’t end here. There are so many things in life that are unbelievable. I easily confess that I find it amazing that I am loved by Carli and Whitney, much less Cherry. They have seen me at my worst, ugliest, and meanest and yet I leave them today knowing that I am a part of their lives that they love and cherish.
I find it strange to reflect on all the wonderful things that are around you and me. This includes the mysterious magic that appears when friends are able to spend time together. I can’t help but dwell on the way that strangers go, on occasion, out of the way to be extraordinarily helpful when there is nothing for them to gain. When I am treated with respect, dignity, and honor by a store providing a service I walk away stunned. Is this really happening? Even in New York, or London, and maybe even on occasion in Amsterdam!
It is hard to believe that there are good things in the midst of all the pain, suffering, and exploitation that we see all around us. I do find that when God offers us something truly incomprehensible I find myself falling into the trap of unbelief and wondering doubts. How could I have know that getting a parking ticket for spending time with friends and the Spirit would be offset by a free parking spot in New York City? It is unbelievable that I would end up with more money in my pocket by going through that but I did.
God give me the courage today to express what one man did in days of old. “Jesus simply replied, ‘Go home. Your son lives.’ The man believed the bare word Jesus spoke and headed home.” (John 4.50)