When people ask me about my plans for next year, my plans for writing, my plans for teaching, my plans with church, my plans with youth group, my plans in general- that is the answer- “I don’t know.”
About six months ago, as many of you know, I knew EXACTLY what I wanted to do. I had a plan and a vision and a desire to go in a direction. But all that, ALL THAT, has changed.
This past Sunday at church, Tom talked about in Matthew where Jesus turns over the tables in the temple. Immediately after that He begins to heal people (showing His power) and then children break out into spontaneous worship and that makes the Pharisees mad.
Here it is in Matthew 21:12-17
Jesus entered the temple area and drove out all who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves. “It is written,” he said to them, ” ‘My house will be called a house of prayer,’but you are making it a ‘den of robbers.'”
The blind and the lame came to him at the temple, and he healed them. But when the chief priests and the teachers of the law saw the wonderful things he did and the children shouting in the temple area, “Hosanna to the Son of David,” they were indignant.
“Do you hear what these children are saying?” they asked him.
“Yes,” replied Jesus, “have you never read,
‘From the lips of children and infants
you have ordained praise’?”
And he left them and went out of the city to Bethany, where he spent the night.
Many tables in my life (youth group, school vs. writing, friendships, etc.) have been turned over. It’s been scary at times, devastating at times, yet relieving at times, if that makes any sense. And I’m a worrier- How am I going to pay the bills? Who am I when I’m not ministering to high schoolers? What part does writing play in my life? To teach or not to teach, that is the question. (little Annie-ized quote there for you)
And now, here I am standing in the middle of all these overturned tables, my dreams and plans scattered on the floor like the money-changers’ coins. So I wait for the power. I wait for the Lord to show up in a big way. I don’t know what that’s going to look like, but we’ll know it when it is here. Then we’re all gonna worship. Like those children, we will not be restrained by our fears or our doubts. We won’t be able to resist the desire to praise Him for who He is and how He moves.
I had a Beth Moore moment today driving down I-285 after coffee with my dear friend Lauren. The sun was setting and my IPod was blasting. All the sudden, hearing these words, I had to open my window AND my sunroof, raise my hands (I was sitting in traffic, remember- it’s 285 at 5pm) and sing along, repeatedly. I pray these lyrics ring true in your heart today as well.
“No guilt in life, no fear in death, this is the power of Christ in me.
From life’s first cry to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man, can ever pluck me from His hand.
Til He returns, or calls me home, here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.”
That is what I know. All glory, honor, and praise to the One who knows all.