​87. When Your Gaze Is Out the Window

False prophets. They’ve been keeping me up at night.

Maybe this is the problem with having only one child. Your brain is a little more free to roam into the land of absurdity.

Because other people are making out their weekly meal plans, and I’m having a hard time swallowing the concept of Calvinism.

I’ll put it this way: I don’t have all the answers. But here’s another thing: I’m perfectly okay with that.

I think it’s almost strange the idea of doctrine. This butchering and dissecting of the Word and fitting it into air-tight containers. I don’t like the rules and regulations that follow or the badges worn that separate us from another sibling in Christ.

It just...hurts.

My religion, according to Jesus, is to care for the orphans and widows. I don’t have to write that down on paper. I just have to know it in my heart.

And according to Paul, repentance is metanoia, the Greek word for a change of mind. The old is old and my mind turns to the new, to God’s light. To all the beautiful things in this world that announce His glory.

I may be tempted by sin but renouncing it is so much easier when your gaze is out the window.

If you want to know if you’re saved, then maybe ask yourself this: Is there a hunger in my heart for Jesus? Do I have any inclination to care for His children? Am I climbing a ladder to nowhere alone? Or am I in the midst of His people, sometimes hurting and sad and full of grief and looked down upon but fully and wholly where I need to be?

I’m starting to think we don’t have to make this so hard.