As I Sit …
. . . has come to mean a lot to me over the years.
. . . I remember how I used to help my dad out with household projects on the weekends. There was always something, it seemed, that needed fixing. At the time I remember feeling slightly robbed of my precious cartoon and video game time. But as I sit and think, I also remember having many discussions – important ones – talks about the mysteries of the bible and the practicalities of life. I also learned many lessons. One of the biggest, perhaps most painful lessons I remember was this: What I do will ALWAYS affect other people. Sometimes it is as obvious as being reckless with someone’s belongings. Sometimes it is ignorance of words or lack of appreciation. Of course there are the good examples as well. Going out of your way to make things easier for people. Trying to focus on the person’s situation so that you can anticipate their needs. The likeness of Christ is love, love that does not depend on the receiver. Dads practice this love on their children. I can not imagine the pain of Christ. I can not yet imagine the pain of fatherhood, but because of the love of God the father, and the love of my father, I know that the pain must be nothing compared to the joys of having a healthy relationship.
. . . I realize that I have the opportunity to see things. When I am doing, I have not time nor resources to notice other things. When I sit, I can notice a fly on the wall, an intense conversation across the room, and sometimes if I sit quietly enough, I can see the glory of God.
. . . I am resting in Christ. When I sit, I no longer support myself. I am energized as my body rests. I can be more relaxed as I sit, and being relaxed allows me to slow down my thoughts, filter out the extraneous stuff and really ponder the important things. The couch has already been built and all I have to do is sit on it. Christ is the eternal living sacrifice offered up to pay for humanities’ sin so that anyone who pursues a relationship with God may be able to have it through Jesus Christ. Christ paid the price, and access has been granted, all I need do is rest in it. Sitting in the grace of Jesus Christ, I am energized, no longer supporting myself, I am held by the power of Jesus Christ to overthrow sin. When I am sitting I am vulnerable, when I am vulnerable, there is room for God to do amazing things for His glory. The root of my relationship with God begins . . . as I sit.
. . . here in The Barracks at Fort Special, where I currently live, I hear my roomate play the piano. He plays songs about Jesus Christ and the things those who struggle to follow Him experience. He sings too, and though he is not a professional vocalist, what I hear is beautiful. “Make a joyful noise unto the Lord (Psalm something).” It is beautiful because his heart is in it. I join in spirit and sometimes song as well, and with one voice we communicate to our Lord and Saviour our love. Sometimes if I close my eyes I see the Lord looking down and smiling, and if I really quiet my heart I feel the presence of the Holy Spirit . . . as I sit.
. . . I try to think of ways to have a sitting mindset all the time. Afterall, the day to day of living often allows little time for actual sitting. I hope I haven’t wasted this time . . . as I sit.
