Emmanuel Lutheran Church 
Souderton, PA  18964  (215)-723-7514

Meditation for December, 2008

Philippians 1:6 (Today's New International Version)

6 being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

 

 

So many new things going on in my life right now.  We are entering the Christmas Season (For those who follow the normal calendar) or the Advent Season (For those who follow the Church year calendar). 

As I write this, I am sitting here with a very full and contented feeling that can only come from the morning after a great Thanksgiving meal prepared for Donna and I by her sister and husband.  It was a fabulous  time as it always is. 

Corey just wrote and said our new website is up and sputtering to life as you already know.  Donna and I are plotting our way through the Christmas gift waters (ok, let’s be honest, she is, and she is also responsible for taking “Mr. Grumpy” along who isn’t into it quite as much as she is).  I’m taking up a bit of a new hobby in sketching and we’ll see how that goes.  My perfectionist tendencies may submarine that early but I’ve always wanted to dabble in artistry.  My bride bought me the rudiments for sketching as a birthday present last week so now, off I go drawing barns with my nephew and who knows what else. 

I got to thinking about something that happened at my little grandson’s house the other day when I was up at his house for my birthday.  Over slices of Pizza, Elijah, our 4 year old grandson, invited me to play his Wii game with him.  He fired up the Monster Trucks game and handed the steering wheel controller to me.  Other than the obvious shape of the wheel, I was lost as to how to handle the controller.  “Just push THIS button” came his reply as I looked for an obvious “gas pedal” type button.  Didn’t look like a gas pedal to me.  Then came the flipping thing I had to do to get turbo boost which I had trouble coordinating.  He didn’t share my dexterity challenges. 

Finally, after driving into crowds and barriers and flaming barrels, he suggested we play something else.  God bless that little boy’s patience.  I had no idea how to switch games but he showed me the “house” button and all was well.  We went on to discover I have the athletic ability of a 72 year old at tennis and baseball. 

Through all this, it dawned on me, not for the first time, that there comes a point in most peoples lives whereby technology leaves them behind.  For my dad, cassettes where as far as music went.  For me, it’s IPODS.  I have no real idea how they can cram so much music in one of those things. 

Last night, the final realization came as I watched my niece Abbey handle 4 instant message sessions while working with Facebook and My Space.  I couldn’t keep it all straight.  When things slowed up, she was texting on her cell phone.  Whoooooo  It was like looking at a stockbroker in the middle of an economic meltdown.   

I’m a year older now.  I realize technology has left me behind.  I can’t keep up.  Give me a CD, a quiet corner and my God.  Let me listen to some music and think about what it means to have something good started and carried through to completion by God.  Not by me but by God, himself. 

If it was up to me, it would look like a poorly drawn barn.  If it were up to me it would be a frazzled stockbroker’s style of communication.  If it were up to me, I’d never find the “house” button to push.  God gave me just what I need to get by.  Imperfect as it is, it will be completed on the Day of Jesus Christ.  He will make sure that what is begun will be perfectly completed. 

It’s December, the end of some things and the start of some things.  Let’s keep in mind God will always take care of seeing it all through until the Day of Christ Jesus.  All we have to do is try to keep up with the wonder of His mercy. 

Ok, Elijah…   How do I swing this thing again to hit the golf ball out of that tree?  Whooooo…  Left behind again… 

God bless you all on this Advent season and on the celebration of the birth of our Savior… 

Frank