The window of the coffee shop took me to many places around the world. Good memories, always because of the people involved. This one was empty except for the staff. In a dusty city with cars rushing through the night, it felt like it had been rejected. I suspect there were obvious primary reasons for the setting; it was a national holiday, weekend, and night.
I start today looking through my soul’s window. I would like to believe that Hope and Opportunity are within. My doubts would have me believe that I no longer belong, that I have been rejected. Even as the doubts grow, I can hear life’s reminders.
I am part of Divinity’s family. So are you. We belong. Even though it feels as if we are kids again on a playground, worried that we will be chosen last or not at all, Divinity chose us before we even were aware of Her existence. Frankly, “We’re not talking about repudiation. God has been too long involved with Israel, has too much invested, to simply wash his hands of them. Do you remember that time Elijah was agonizing over this same Israel and cried out in prayer?” (Romans 11.2)
I have the resources and ability to make a positive difference. Being destructive is easy to believe, our minds quickly replay the episodes in our life where we acted carelessly and selfishly. I also know that every individual, starting with myself, can be kind, caring, and able to offer the gift of respect and acceptance to another. I can be a force for good. I can lift others up. Within each is the freedom to choose. As I recall Divinity at work in my life, I find myself understanding my divine role in the lives of those around me. As I feel the warmth of belonging, I understand how I can gift others with the same. It is in embracing the resources and accountability in how I use them that I hear my calling to become a better man and make this world a better place.
