Here They Come!

No, not the refugees in the news lately. We have a bit of an invasion taking place today in our little town as scores or hundreds of bicycling persons arrive to take part in the Pedal the Plains ride. The question to ponder in this might be: what if these were refugees from a foreign state, like maybe Boulder or Fort Collins, and they wanted to stay? Where would we put them? Do we even want them here? Towns much like ours in Europe are facing that question even today. People from a different religion (they worship open roads and sweating) arrive at the town border wanting to settle in but they dress so differently (funny tight shorts and weird headgear). What do they want? (To ban all cars and trucks except bicycle support vehicles, of course.) We might one day be called upon to answer this very question. Who are the least of these and what happens when they knock on the door asking for food, clothing, water, or, gasp, a place to stay for awhile and then move in for good?

We all have comfort zones, yes, even in our walk with Christ. One day, you or I might just have to get relocated out of that comfortable zone of life and into something quite different. Jesus does not always allow us to stay in the same place and do the same job for decades and centuries. Okay, centuries might be a bit much; we might even want a change if we had the same job for that long. After 400 years or so at the big company up on the hill, you might plead and beg God to send you on a mission to the Congo. Change can be a frightening and anxious prospect whether it is for a long weekend, as ours is, or for the foreseeable future such as a career change or marriage (yikes!). Always the answer for those who believe in Christ is the same: Trust HIM!

And with that, the soldier of Christ went to guard the gymnasium from sleep walkers and people in weird headgear.

Bucky