Perspective

This is my annual birthday post. To read previous posts, you can click here.

As a child I had a toy kaleidoscope. Like all kaleidoscopes, when you looked in, you could spin the wheel and make a variety of different yet mezmerising images. However, when you looked from the outside, the colorful pieces just looked like a jumble mess at the bottom of the toy. The change in impression had nothing to do with the placement of the pieces, and everything to do with your perspective on them.

Over the last year, I’ve learned a lot about perspective. I’ve learned that my trust in God has nothing to do with my understanding of how the pieces fall, but everything to do with Who I understand Him to be. If God is just, I need not fear my enemies; If God is truth, I need not fear lies; If God is good, I need not fear my future; And if God is love, I need not fear eternity, as long as my trust and my faith are in Him. My perspective on this life changes when I consider things from the perspective of Heaven. Whatever befalls me here is incomparable to the riches of glory that await me there.

And unlike what many well-intending Christians say, I’ve come to believe that we may never understand the “why” of events on this Earth. We may not ever fully know how God uses our grief for His glory, or how the loss we’ve experienced brought about His Kingdom’s gain. From what I can tell, Scripture never promises us an understanding of the detailed plans of God. But we are promised Him. If we turn and put our confidence in Him, we are promised an eternity with the Creator of the Universe. And when we maintain that perspective, all the pieces are beautiful.

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Problems & Praise

It’s hard to make everyone happy.

After all, people have competing interests and so doing something that makes one person happy is bound to displease someone else. Sometimes it feels like we can’t do anything that people find worthy of commendation. All our work, all our efforts, seem to be disdained.

It’s not an unique situation. I imagine this is how the woman who anointed Jesus in Mark 14 must have felt. She gives an extravagant and sacrificial gift that is representative of her faith in Christ, and is immediately reprimanded by those who were closest to Him. She tries to honor Him, and is treated with condemnation. She is greeted by accusations, when she strives to give Him acclaim.

Except from Him.

Others ridiculed her gift, He exalted it. What others saw as a problem, He praised. Yet so often, it’s the problems from the many, and not the praise of the One, that dictates the decisions we make.

Like the woman in Mark though,  the exhortation of our Savior must be louder in our ears than the berating of our friends. His commendation, not the acceptance of the crowd,  must be our aim. And in doing so, maybe our actions, like hers, will be representative of the Gospel and of the One who came to save.

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