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I remember reading Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl several years ago. In it he shared some of his experiences in one of the death camps during the Holocaust. At the core of what he was saying was the idea that most of those who survived the camps were people who had a purpose or reason to live. They had something—or someone—to come back to or live for.
I think of our all too human need to attain some significance in this life and the great longing to know that we matter—that we are seen and our lives are not in vain.
And then I consider Hagar. She was not the classically chosen mother of the promise God gave Abraham. She was the woman Sarah put in the arms of her husband Abraham out of fear and doubt that God might not fulfill His promise to give Abraham an heir that would actually come from
“You are the God who sees me.”
Sarah’s womb. And even in that reckless choice of Sarah’s, God was gracious to Hagar and brought Abraham his son, Ishmael. When I first learned this story in full, after coming to faith, the conclusion I drew from it was that Sarah became impatient and tried to fulfill God’s promise on her own in a cultural context.
It was a hot-and-bush-was-burning day
When God said Moses look my way
You got to travel home and tell Pharaoh
Let my people go, oh no
Let my people go
Early this morning the ministry received an email from a woman requesting permission to use the lyric from our song Improbable People for Impossible Tasks. Two things about this request stuck out to me. First, we don’t often get these kinds of emails, asking permission to use a lyric or a song for something special—only now and then. Second, and more importantly, her email came the day before the 30th anniversary of our ministry, Improbable People Ministries.
There are moments in life when everything changes…
Coincidence? I think not.
NOTE: We’ve just created a new music video based on the classic song by Sally Who Shall Separate US? , located at the bottom of this post. It pertains to the theme of this post. We hope it will bless you and that you will pass the link on to loved ones.
To My Friends and Fellow Believers,
I wonder if the anger and violence that is going on at this time in our country quite possibly may be more fatal than the virus. It is a soul-tearing issue. It is a deep abyss of separation by color, race, gender, politics and religion. And while injustice and evil should never be ignored, I cannot
We are called to be in this world—not of it.
see the constructive value of people burning and looting and rioting. From my point of view it only makes the divide deeper and stirs up even deeper fear which serves to separate us more surely.
Here we are a little more than 40% into 2020. I don’t know about you, but with this virus-enforced solitude we’ve all been enduring I feel like I’m stagnating . . . juuuuust a little bit. Oh sure, I’m making my checklists and marking them off. Reconciling online banking, paying the bills and even getting Christmas Cards finished before the July rush. But socially it feels like it’s been like five years since I’ve seen anyone out in the wilds of Los Angeles.
Anyone, that is, except for the same two women I see over and over and over again these days. Mind you, I’m not complaining. In my college days living with two females would have been the Mount Everest of my aspirations in life.
But in our lingering days together the three of us have drifted into a comfortable yet deranged loop of the film Groundhog Day. And when you think about it, as Groundhog Day (SPOILER ALERT!!!!!) is about one man reliving the same day over and over and over again with only a modicum of variance, a continuous running of the movie on an endless loop is simply redundancy layered upon redundancy.