The Unknown God

This is a “God” post. I know a lot of you peeps are more interested in the failures of my existence we can all laugh about, and probably just skim over these ones: but don’t. I will give you incentive: If you read all the way through, I will open up about my wild and crazy Saturday night.

There is a sweet couple from church who are going through a crazy surgery/ recovery with 2 children. They are a mentor couple for our marriage ministry, and an awesome example of what godly perspective is amidst a very personal, painful trial. He has been in the hospital for almost a month now, and I have been watching, reading updates, PRAYING, and observing their faithfulness and many prayer warriors loving on them and encouraging them. It has been a tenfold blessing to witness.
It brought back so many memories from this past year, and how many people did the same for me. I am writing this for the people who prayed for me, and aren’t too sure who they were really praying to.  First of all THANK YOU for caring and praying, and showing us compassion. For caring enough to direct thoughts to our maker, the one who holds this world in the palm of His hand. I came across this scripture, and thought it might help.

…I perceive that in every way you are very religious. 23 For as I passed along and observed the objects of your worship, I found also an altar with this inscription, ‘To the unknown god.’ What therefore you worship as unknown, this I proclaim to you. 24 The God who made the world and everything in it, being Lord of heaven and earth, does not live in temples made by man, 25 nor is he served by human hands, as though he needed anything, since he himself gives to all mankind life and breath and everything. 26 And he made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place, 27 that they should seek God, and perhaps feel their way toward him and find him.Yet he is actually not far from each one of us, 28 for

“‘In him we live and move and have our being’;

as even some of your own poets have said,

“‘For we are indeed his offspring.’

29 Being then God’s offspring, we ought not to think that the divine being is like gold or silver or stone, an image formed by the art and imagination of man. 30 The times of ignorance God overlooked, but now he commands all people everywhere to repent, 31 because he has fixed a day on which he will judge the world in righteousness by a man whom he has appointed; and of this he has given assurance to all by raising him from the dead.” 
-Acts 17:23b-31

These verses have been swarming my mind for awhile now, and I felt compelled to share them. Not because I am holier than you. Because if you know me, clearly, I am not. And if you don’t know me, whoops. Sorry to shatter the dream.  I can barely follow a recipe let alone the most sacred book given to us by our perfect, glorious God. Good thing I get Jesus’s perfect record, and not mine. My purpose in sharing this was to give you a glimpse into truth and encourage you to know Him as well. Turn away from whatever is standing between you and Him, and put your faith and trust in Christ’s work on the cross. Because the reality of this life is; in those last dark quiet solitary moments, He is all we will have.

I would have liked to have ended on that note, but I promised you deetz. You ready? Ok, me too. Saturday night we had our nephew and of course he slept like a champ. Halle did not. In fact, she hates going to bed more than me. She let Aliso Viejo know all about it by testing how high her screaming could go and for how long. (1 hr. 13 minutes to be exact) Then Stink and I did NOT clean one thing. That’s right people. Dishes in sink, cars on the floor, it was magical. We sat on our couch and watched a lame musical auditioning show, where anyone who could hold a pen to register was able to showcase their mad singing abilities. About 90% of them had hearing difficulties, or were straight up crazy, and quite frankly I couldn’t stop sweating, adjusting, and readjusting. Discomfort abounded. Then we watched UCLA lose, and Stink pouted for the rest of the night. I may or may not have had 2 bowls of cereal, and we were in bed by 10:30. Hot. Be jealous.

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  • Reply Rebecca Lewis September 25, 2012 at 3:39 pm

    Great post Michelle!

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