O unbelieving generation, Jesus said...
O unbelieving generation
O unbelieving woman
As I stood tall on the second row this Sunday, the smooth wood of the pew beneath my clinched fingers, I looked up as the towering ceiling seemed never to end and the stain glassed light beamed down on the alter. Behind me, together, voices sang in a slow low tone the familiar words, "all to Jesus I surrender", as if our emaciated souls were being dragged to the cross, starving and unable to run.
Why!?! Why aren't we running to the alter.
O unbelieving woman
Why do I stand paralyzed in the front of the sanctuary and I don't run to my Jesus, arms open, tears flowing?!
O unbelieving woman
Why don't I come to you abandoned and free, instead of paralyzed with shame and pride.
O unbelieving woman
O Jesus, wake me up, stand me up, and with my hands up, truly, then I can surrender all!!!!!!
Stir within this unbelieving woman. Stir within me. Set the spark in my heart afire.... send it forth Lord.
For 2014, all to you I do surrender, God. I am not sure what that looks like; in the same breath I breath in fear and excitement, but my hope lies in you.
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