February 2, 2007

The first thing I did after I heard the knock on the door was to look at my watch. PANIC! Where did the time go? That’s a rhetorical question, you know. I was busy recording a radio pilot and got caught up in sharing the joys of outdoor exercise.

Now I knew I would be late for my next appointment. I hate that. I crawled up the highway. I wish I could have flown. I practiced happy thoughts and enjoyed a beautiful afternoon.
The receptionist said, “The doctor will only be able to see you a few minutes. You’re late, you know.”

“Yes, I know how late I am. But a few minutes are better than nothing, especially with all the work I went to to get here.” (Well, practicing happy thoughts when I’m under pressure still is a lot of work for me.)

It’s true, I wanted to see my doctor. I needed reassurance that my life was on the right track (it is) and that I’m following the correct procedures (I am). 10 minutes later I was out the door. Ninety minutes of driving for a 10 minute visit. Something isn’t quite equitable about that. Such is life.

Now I go to a lot of effort to connect with God sometimes. And I’ve discovered that its easy to be tempted to be satisfied with talking to the ‘receptionist.’ You know, all those distractions that get in the way of meaningful conversation with Him.

I think that with all the trouble I go through, I shouldn’t be satisfied until I see Him. That sounds like a great devotional goal to me.

“Because of Christ and our faith in him, we can now come fearlessly into God’s presence, assured of his glad welcome.” Ephesians 3:12

Rejoicing in hope,
Pastor Steve