Getting Lost

Sometimes, you need to get lost in order to be found.

When you’re lost, you actually find out where you are.

In the wandering you find out where you’re heading.

A few weeks ago, on one of our adventures, my girlfriend and I got lost. I mean really lost. So lost, at one point, we seriously wondered if we’d ever make it back to our car and home to Seattle.

I’m sure you’ve been there – forgetting where you park at the mall during the holiday season, what level of the parking structure you happen to be on, losing the trail on a hike, or even having your GPS take you to the middle of nowhere – to a place GPS doesn’t even work.

Finding your way through life can be a bit of a maze and you don’t know you’re lost – until you’re lost.

We all get lost.

Getting lost is disorienting.

Back to my story a few weeks ago. For the first time in my life I did a corn maze (#bucketlistachieved). That corn maze was designed to get us lost and it did not disappoint. We got lost. In ways I couldn’t have foreseen.
In the middle of getting lost, all sense of time evaporated. An hour could have been a minute. A minute could have been a second.

At least it’s a good thing we were in a corn maze, because we would have had food to eat if we wound up out there for days.

Lost in a corn maze.

Walking through the corn stalks, the sun was peaking through the gaps. It was bright, yet, we were stuck in the shadows.

We were already lost. Everything was already looking the same. This shadowy maze of corn and people began to disorient us. Our thinking, our heads, got a bit hazy, and we got dizzy.

 

In the midst of our disorientation, I could tell my internal “I’m man and I’m a leader, I need to be able to figure out where we are going or my girlfriend is going to wind up disappointed in me and not find me attractive anymore because I can’t figure out how to lead us out of the corn maze” alarm was going off.  See, in my wiring, I put so much pressure on myself to be right, to be perfect, to know where I’m going, to see where God is leading, and if I can’t get my directional compass in check, I beat myself up.

I get defensive.

I blame shift.

I get frustrated.

This is not the pretty side of myself; it’s pretty ugly actually.

But this is what happens when you’re lost. You get a look into the makings, the tender part of your soul. It exposes what is actually going on, because what is inherently in you starts to bubble up.

As we were lost in the corn maze, my frustration was growing. My self worth and self image was rapidly decreasing. Honestly, I was afraid of letting it bubble up and ruining all the fun we were having at Bob’s Pumpkin Farm and Corn Maze.

Truthfully, we were lost because I couldn’t read the map. I thought I knew what direction we were heading, but then, every turn seemed to get us more and more confused. Go right, dead end. Go left, didn’t we past that pile of trash before?

Going in circles – that’s life isn’t it? Sometimes, when we’re disoriented, we seem to be going in circles – making wrong move after wrong move and winding up back where we started – if we’re lucky.

The disorientation makes us mad, makes us feel hopeless.

Until, we see hope.

Until, we sense the season is changing.

 

For us, in the corn maze, this happened, when we found a bridge in front of us. In this moment, we still didn’t know where we were. In fact, it was here, at the discovery of the bridge, where we learned just how off we were.

Yet, this bridge was the beginning of our reorientation.

The bridge above our heads, let us figure out where we were on the map.

At the bridge, we learned where we needed to go.

Our bridge was hope.

Our bridge was the beginning to the other side.

Our bridge chartered a new course for what was to come.

Once we hit the bridge, we knew how to read the map.

When we could read the map, we learned how to follow the map.

When we learned how to follow the map, we were faithfully, joyfully, right on our way again. The stress evaporated.

For the last several months, it would be an understatement to say I felt disoriented and lost.

My map no longer made sense.

It was frustrating. When I moved to Seattle over a year ago,  and started my #PacificNorthWelch journey – I didn’t know how it would play out. But, while I was here, encountering Jesus in the most beautiful ways, I began to dream and look ahead on the unwritten map. I began to write my own map and create my own trails.

Then, one day, I found out that map didn’t exist anymore.

It was a time of disorientation.

But, in October, the map began to get clearer – I had found my bridge.

Now in November, I’ve seen where this bridge led me to.

It’s better than I could have imagined.

I will give you all the credit, God –
you got me out of that mess,
you didn’t let my foes gloat.
God, my God, I yelled for help
and you put me together.
God, you pulled me out of the grave,
gave me another chance at life
when I was down-and-out…
You did it: you changed wild lament
into whirling dance;
You ripped off my black mourning band
and decked me with wildflowers.
I’m about to burst with song;
I can’t keep quiet about you.
God, my God, 
I can’t thank you enough.

Psalms 30:1-3, 11-2 (The Message)

The bridge just lets me know where I am on the map. I know where the trail starts, but I don’t know where it goes.

I can’t wait to see where it goes.

God has, and is going to work and move in amazing ways. God, please keep going before me. May it be so.

This #PacificNorthWelch adventure has only just begun.

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The Shattering

Humanity loves to celebrate sacrifice.

The world’s greatest sport, baseball, even rewards players who are willing to perform a sacrifice. You can have a player execute a sacrifice bunt or sacrifice fly. In each case the team benefits, but the player sacrifices his individual achievement for the sake of helping his team win.

After a player sacrifices himself, the team surrounds him, encourages him, and celebrates his success.

Sacrifice leads to reward.
Sacrifice leads to something new.

Something new comes because we are willing to let go of the old.
We’re willing to sacrifice what once was.

Adios.
Bon voyage.
Na-na-na-na-na goodbye.

The letting go is what I have been thinking about a lot recently. Letting go is about shattering the old perception, the old way. It’s the understanding things are not as they were.

The shattering.

The moment you realize you’ve been holding on to a particular way or object and it’s time to sacrifice it, it’s time to hold it loosely and see what stays in your palm.

It could mean it comes back to you. Or, perhaps, you may never see it again. If you do se it again, it may come back to you as something completely different than you ever anticipated it becoming.

Either way, it’s the shattering.

Sacrifice shatters expectations.

Sacrifice shatters the hoped for reality.

There were dreams and expectations for what Fall was going to look like. Where I am in October today, is not at all where I thought it would be. It is radically different, but there is still hope what is to come will be even better than what was the hoped for reality. Fall took a 180 degree turn in the midst of the shattering.

My hoped for reality was shattered and I’ve been reflecting on this quite a bit.

My reflecting has taken me to the story of Jonah. The parallel is not exact, so the context doesn’t quite matter.  What strikes me is Jonah getting frustrated with God’s provision in the moment.

Jonah went out of the city and sat to the east of the city and made a booth for himself there. He sat under it in the shade, till he should see what would become of the city. Now the Lord God appointed a plant and made it come up over Jonah, that it might be a shade over his head, to save him from his discomfort. So Jonah was exceedingly glad because of the plant. But when dawn came up the next day, God appointed a worm that attacked the plant, so that it withered.  When the sun rose, God appointed a scorching east wind, and the sun beat down on the head of Jonah so that he was faint. And he asked that he might die and said, ‘It is better for me to die than to live.’ But God said to Jonah, “Do you do well to be angry for the plant?’ And he said, ‘Yes, I do well to be angry, angry enough to die.’ And the Lord said, ‘You pity the plant, for which you did not labor, nor did you make it grow, which came into being in a night and perished in a night.’

(Jonah 4:5-10)

This conversation is about Jonah’s shattered hope for reality.

It was Jonah’s shattering.

I feel it. I get it. I understand.

The shattering takes an adjustment. It takes rediscovering the purpose of the season. It takes pausing.

In the pause, in the slowdown, you sacrifice what you thought was going to be and learn to adjust to what reality is.

The shattering leads to reconstruction.

In reality, the shattering is actually a rebuilding.

The rebuilding has started, I don’t know yet what is getting constructed – unfortunately I don’t have the fancy, little drawings from Ikea to help me out.

What is this next season going to look like?
Where is it going to lead?
How is God going to move?

These are questions I don’t know the answer to yet but I can’t wait to explore, find out, and celebrate how God has moved.

Whisper :: Discerning the Doors

Thankfully I’ve been blessed to have many great people as voices of influence in my life that I’ve actually met. However, there are still some people from afar I would call “spiritual mentors” I have never met.

Mark Batterson is one of those. One day I’d love to grab a cup of coffee with him at Ebenezer’s Coffeehouse.

His new book, Whisper, came out at the perfect time for me, as I’m processing where God is moving and how God is moving in this season as I listen and discern God’s voice.

It’s literally a book about listening to God’s voice.

It has been perfect for this season of transition.

I’m thankful for his voice, faithfulness, and influence.

There was a five page stretch that absolutely wrecked me in all the right ways. Below are three quotes with some observations:

1) “The will of God is like a lock with two pins. The first pin is ‘called to.’ The second pin is ‘released from.’ When you’re ‘released from’ a current responsibility but not sure what you’re ‘called to,’ it can feel like a spiritual no-man’s-land. You’re not sure what to do next. Until God gives further instruction, I would suggest doing what you heard Him say last.” 102

This spiritual no-man’s-land is exactly what I’m experiencing. I’m so grateful for my friends at Bethany Community Church Ballard  allowing me to call this location home, and process this transitional season I find myself placed in.

It’s such a blessing to have a home base to process change and be encouraged to listen to how God is speaking.

2) “Just as we’ll thank God for unanswered prayers as much as answered prayers, someday we’ll thank God for closed doors as much as open doors. We don’t like closed doors when they slam in our faces, and we don’t understand them. But closed doors are expressions of God’s prevenient grace.

Sometimes closed doors come in form of failure. Sometimes closed doors are checks in the Spirit that keep us from walking through the door in the first place. Either way, God sometimes shows the way by getting in the way.” 105-106

But closed doors are expressions of God’s prevenient grace.

Closed doors are expressions of God’s prevenient grace.

Expressions of God’s grace.

God’s grace.

Grace.

Has that sunk in yet? It’s still working me over.

3) “A check in the spirit is difficult to define, difficult to discern. It’s feeling of uneasiness you can’t ignore. A sixth sense that something isn’t quite right. A lack of peace in your spirit. A check in the spirit is God’s red light, and if you don’t obey the sign, you might be headed for trouble.

God closes doors to protect us.
God closes doors to redirect us.
God closes doors to keep us from less that His best.” 107

In this season I’m praying for God to open doors and to shut doors.

What door will God lead me through?

As I think about this, I can’t not think about The Price is Right and the Showcase Showdown where the contestant gets to choose what prize package they want to bid on. They have to say yes to one and no to the other. Then they have to listen to the studio audience as they discern what exactly to bid on the Showcase Showdown.

If they discern right, they get an amazing prize package. If they discern wrong, they go home disappointed.

What Showcase Showdown is God going to place in front of me to discern?

I don’t know, but I’m confident He’ll either open it or shut it for me.

Seek Good, My Friends, Always Seek Good

There’s two powerful words the gospel writers penned about Jesus that always bubble up to the top of my mind when tragedy falls upon our world, our country, our state, our city, our neighborhood, our family, or my life – Jesus wept.

Jesus wept.

Tragedy breaks the heart of God.

Based on my social media feed, it absolutely breaks the heart of you too.

This is a post about #PrayforLasVegas; it is not a post about gun control – or maybe it is. Why should that be such a big deal?

It’s a post about Kingdom values; it’s a post about bringing heaven to earth; it’s a post about living in the tension of the now and not yet – that Jesus’ Kingdom is here but yet, it is still to come.

Tragedies are the ultimate reminder we still live in a Genesis 3 world instead of a Revelation 21 world.

Coincidentally, Monday, I found myself sitting in and reflecting on the words of a minor prophet by the name of Amos. It wasn’t planned, it’s just where I naturally found myself and it was profound.

Amos is prophesying and warning his people about the coming doom, but he tells them this:

“Seek me & live…” (Amos 5:4)
“Seek the Lord & live…” (Amos 5:6)

Our job, our duty, as disciples of Jesus is to seek God, to seek Jesus with everything that we have. This is priority one and we can never lose sight of this.

Amos precedes to go on and even explain to his audience what exactly seeking Jesus looks like and says: “Seek good, and not evil, that you may live; and so the Lord, the God of hosts, will be with you, as you have said. Hate evil, and love good, and establish justice in the gate…” (Amos 5:14-15)

Seek good and not evil.
Seek good.
Do not seek evil.

This sounds incredibly simple.

If this were a college course we could find this as a part of the course entitled “Following Jesus 101: The Basics”.

I bet if we were to take a quick minute and examine ourselves, we’d come away saying, “Of course Jonathon, I never seek evil. I always, only, constantly, seek good.” But, do you, really? All the time? Every second?

Is there never a moment where you’re selfish?
Do you always look out for the other person instead of yourself?
Are you always seeking out the values of the Kingdom or are you finding yourself more concerned with the values of a different kingdom, one with a flag perhaps?

Evil is more subtle than we ever give it credit for.

“But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.” (Amos 5:24 ) Are we seeking justice or are we content to see chaos reign? Are we seeking personal freedom and liberty instead of justice? 

Personally, I long for the day when justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness will be plentiful and without want. Maybe you don’t?

I know we aren’t there yet; I know we won’t be there til the arrival of the not yet – til Jesus’ Kingdom is fully established here on earth. I know this, but I don’t want to wait.
I know tragedies are as old as the earth, as old as civilization.
I know killers, murderers, and terrorists will always find a way to cause havoc, instill fear, and destroy those we love.

I don’t have to like it.

I know there will always be things that break our heart and cause Jesus to weep in this life because Jesus’ Kingdom is not fully present.

However, as a disciple of Jesus, should I let that be the thought which motivates me to act or should I hold out hope and strive to see less destruction, tears, and needless death in my lifetime?

No.

Increased gun control or banning fire arms altogether will not get rid of the pain, sorrow, and violence of this life.

Ultimately it will only be achieved in the fulfillment of the not yet, in our Revelation 21 world where “they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore.” (Isaiah 2:4). This is the world I am holding out for and the in between is painful, more painful than I can bear sometimes.

But, as a follower of Jesus, every time someone who does not know Jesus dies, it means their chance to encounter Jesus ends and that breaks my heart. It hurts me because I long for the whole world to meet Jesus.

If you do the math, this means, I’m for saving as many lives as possible in this world, to give them the chance to meet Jesus.
If you do the math on this, it means, as a follower of Jesus, I think we all should support doing whatever it takes to make events like #PrayForLasVegas a thing of the past.

I know this won’t end violence.
I know this raises other questions.
I know there are other ways to commit heinous atrocities.

But this will help. It has to help.

As a disciple of Jesus, I want to save lives and more gun control or whatever we want to call it will help.

No more. It can’t be. The Church can’t sit idly by.

I know it’s possible, because the prophet Isaiah showed us that one dayit is possible:

“The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child will lead them. The cow will feed with the bear, their young will lie down together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox. The infant will play near the cobra’s den, and the young child will put its hand into the viper’s nest. They will neither harm nor destroy, on all my holy mountain, for the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the Lord as the waters cover the sea.” (Isaiah 11:6-9)

Violence will lend. Let’s play a part in pushing to see it happen, in this one area of our wold.

Let’s live the values of the Kingdom.

Seek good and not evil.

Seek good, my friends, always seek good.

Football, Protests, & the Multi-Cultural Church

Remember when the biggest controversy in pro football was whether the kneeling quarterback, Tim Tebow, deserved to be a starting quarterback? I mean, this is back before he decided to become a pro baseball player.

That was a truly glorious time.

It was the days of Tebow doing this:

Sports are a place where many people go to escape from the problems of every day life. Now, every day life is being snuck into sports.

Particularly in the National Football League.

This isn’t a judgement on whether this is good or bad.

It just is.

You also may be wary that it’s a post about that – you know – #BlackLivesMatter or #UnitedWeStand.

It’s not about this; it’s not about kneeling.

It’s also not about this; it’s not about standing.

It’s about prayer; it’s about the church.

It’s about the future of the church. 
It’s about what the church should be in the present.
It’s about where the church needs to go.

Above, in the photo is a picture of Kansas City Chief’s linebacker, Justin Houston.

Houston, didn’t take one knee – he took two.
He didn’t just take two knees, he took to prayer.

‘I feel like people are complaining about kneeling and people are complaining about standing, but I feel like it’s pointless,’ he said. ‘They’re not changing anything, and I feel like prayer changes everything.’

‘So I was praying before the game. Because I pray that we come together as one instead of being separate.’

‘You’ve got guys standing and kneeling. What are you kneeling for? What’s going to change? Prayer is power. So I believe if we pray together, the more we get together, we come together as one in prayer, we can make a change.’

(Full story here.)

As the controversy rages on, at least until whatever goes on this Sunday or something else happens to take its place in our 24/7 news cycle – I’m struck by Justin Houston.

He’s not dividing, he’s not seeking attention, he’s praying.

There is so much to learn from this posture in the midst of the turbulence.

Are we as the church building bridges or building walls?

Are we seeking to understand or are we seeking to speak?

Is our devotion to a cause, a country, a flag, or Jesus?

Are you praying for how God can use you to build bridges?

I’m grateful to be an American, but my identity does not lie in my country of origin. My identity lies in Jesus and being a citizen of heaven,

“But our citizenship is in heaven.” Philippians 3:20

Those are the words of Paul – not mine.

Citizenship in heaven is so unique, more unique than anything we can imagine.

One day, the ultimate reality of this citizenship will be realized: “I looked again. I saw a huge crowd, too huge to count. Everyone was there – all nations and tribes, all races and languages.” Revelation 7:9

Our reality today needs to be Paul’s, “In Christ’s family there can be no division into Jew and non-Jew, slave and free, male and female…” Galatians 3:28

This reality is what I long for the church to embody.
This citizenship is my reality.

Am I building bridges or am I building walls?
Do I care more about a flag, military, and “patriotism” or do I care more about hurting, marginalized people?
Do I care more about social injustice then I do unifying the church?
Do I care more about a cause then I do seeing the reality of my citizenship lived out in the twenty-first century?

My citizenship is in the mosaic reality of heaven.
My identity is found combined and mingling with the multi-cultural reality of the hope I cling to.

 

 

3 Leadership Lessons From “The Princess Bride”

Today is the 30th anniversary of The Princess Bride and without a doubt, it is one of my all time favorite movies. I don’t want to call it a perfect movie, but it may be as close to a perfect movie as any one movie can be.

Every time I watch it, I get inspired.

This movie and it’s writing, inspires me as a writer (and yes, I’ve read the book – equally amazing). But today, I want to focus on three leadership lessons from The Princess Bride: 1) Life is pain, 2) Leadership Succession, and 3) Mostly Dead versus All Dead.

We’re going to start out on a pessimistic note – “Life is pain.”

As a leader, the more invested in the life of those you get the honor of leading, you become granted the opportunity to be pulled into the pain of their story, of their life.

It is an honor.

Truly.

The interesting part, is that pain is absolutely universal.

No one in this life during their lifetime can avoid it.

Pain comes to all people – more frequently than we hope.

I think, one of the best ways to cope with the pain of life is by not being surprised when pain hits. It always hits. It never comes in the opportune time, but I assure you, pain will hit.

Thankfully, after encountering enough pain in my own life and being pulled into painful stories of others, I can say pain leads to beauty.

This doesn’t make it enjoyable.

Life is full of pain.

It’s kind of what makes up life.

Remember, if someone is pulling you into their pain it means they trust you and they think you can help.

Give them your presence and you’ll get to see the beauty rise from the pain.

It’s worth it.

Next, we’re going to take a look at leadership succession through the story of the Dread Pirate Roberts.

Leadership means you help take others where they need to go.

It means creating opportunities for those you are leading to grow, learn, and lead themself.

A by product of this means you are re-creating yourself, or hopefully, dozens of leaders better than you.

But, if you’re doing that, are you creating a path or plan for them to keep growing and leading?

The old saying in sales is “Always Be Closing”. In leadership, I’d argue it should be “Always Be Creating”

Always be creating leaders.

Always be creating leadership opportunities.

Always be creating.

Don’t lose sight of the future.

Last, let’s take a look at one of the most memorable scenes of all time: mostly dead versus all dead.

Too often in leadership, we misidentify when something is alive or dead.

We’re not willing to sit in it long enough to actually see if something has life, if it’s designed wrong, or if, for whatever reason, it’s supposed to be a struggle for a season.

Don’t kill something until it’s all dead – not mostly dead.

Even if it’s mostly dead, maybe that’s exactly where it’s supposed to be, so God gets the credit instead of us?

If it didn’t take a “miracle”, we could say it was about our leadership, our vision. Don’t be afraid to wait for God to do something special. Trust the vision and guiding He is stirring in you – even if things aren’t working for the season.

I love this movie and I love the feeling of hope and passion it transfers to me every time I watch it. I hope you enjoyed the three leadership lessons identified: 1) Life is pain, 2) Leadership Succession, and 3) Mostly Dead versus All Dead.

The Prophet, an Axhead, & an Ancient Edition of “Will It Float?”

Forever my definition of superb late night comedy will be defined by Conan O’Brien. However, I also appreciated the comedy of David Letterman, who arguably paved the way for Conan.

One of Letterman’s segments I’ll never forget is “Will It Float?”

As you can see, it’s a pretty silly segment where absolutely nothing productive happens. He did this for years and was constantly finding new things to ask his audience if it would float.

A few days ago I was reading through my Bible and encountered one of my favorite stories, and one of the most bizarre in the entire Bible – a story involving a prophet, an axhead, and an ancient edition of “Will It Float?”

But before I go there, I have a simple question for you to ponder.

Do you believe in miracles?

Let me ask it another way.

Do you believe anything is too big for God to work in
or move in
or use?

Better yet, do you think there are things too small,
to inconsequential,
to unimportant,
not worthy of God’s time?

So, you don’t do anything about them.

You just sit on your hands, hoping something happens, going about it on your own.

You don’t bring them to God, because you assume God has other, more important things to do – like taking care of of the victims of a natural disaster.

Or maybe, helping out your sister’s husband who has cancer.

God cares about those big things, but not my tiny, trivial, insignificant aspects of life. You know, like paying a car payment, or a car that needs a tune up, or an achey knee, or even a mid term at school. Those things, just to name a few.

This is where the prophet, an axhead, and an ancient edition of “Will It Float?” come into play.

The day started out just like any other day, I’m sure.

Elisha woke up, cooked himself some eggs, and brewed his pour over coffee.

While in the middle of breakfast, a group of fellow prophets living with him, came to him complaining if they are to keep following in the footsteps and learning from Elisha, they’re going to need more room.

“You’re great Elisha, but this place is just too uncomfortable for us.” said Josh.

Elisha’s chill morning, just turned into a building campaign.

His coffee and eggs morning, just turned into a blister and sweat kind of afternoon.

The prophets and Elisha are building up their sweat, doing the original form of Crossfit – chopping timber, when one of them, Josh, lost his axhead into the Jordan River.

Naturally, some gentle teasing took place at Josh’s expense.

“You’re supposed to be chopping the tress Josh – not the water!” Caleb yelled out!

“I haven’t seen anyone make that big of splash since Elisha sliced his tee shot on the hole 9 par 3 last week!” cried David.

It was all fun and games, until, reality set in for Josh.

This ax, it wasn’t his.

He borrowed it from his neighbor, Aaron.

How was he going to explain to Aaron he broke his ax?

This is where the Prophet, Elisha steps in.

Without prompting,
without being asked,
he precedes to call the axhead up out of the water.

Will it float?

Will it stay at the bottom of the Jordan?

“Oh no, master!” he cried out. “And it was borrowed!”
The Holy Man said, “Where did it sink?”
The man showed him the place.

He cut off a branch and tossed it at the spot. The axhead floated up.
“Grab it,” he said. The man reached out and took it.

2 Kings 6:5-7

The axhead floated up.

It floated.

Unlike the cheese log in Letterman’s “Will It Float?”, the axhead rose to the top of the Jordan so Josh could pick it up.

He could have gone back to his neighbor, to Aaron, and said, “I’m sorry I broke your ax while chopping down trees and building a new lodge for the prophets. Can I replace it for you?”

Instead, he was able to go back to Aaron and say,

Aaron, you’re never going to believe what happened today while I was out chopping down trees and building a new lodge for the prophets.

It was absolutely incredible.

I’ve never seen anything like it.

I’ll never see anything like it again.

It defied the law of physics!

As I was felling a log, I must have gone full beast mode, because your axhead flew off and into the air!

Thankfully, instead of hitting any of us, it flew all the way into the Jordan River.

I know, I couldn’t have pulled that off even if I tried to.

Have you ever seen an axhead splash in the Jordan?
I hadn’t either, but it made one heck of a splash –
almost like seeing Shamu at Seaworld!

But, Aaron, I swear, I thought it was lost.
It was gone.
There was no way it was ever coming back.

I mean, maybe one day, when someone can scuba dive in the Jordan to recover it – but that won’t be til years from now.

But, then, Elisha,
the man who replaced Elijah,
who is the Prophet of Yahweh,
the servant of Elohim,
the same God our father Abraham talked about…

Called your axhead up out of the water!

It was like a scene from a movie!

You had to be there to believe it!

Anyways, I’m getting all excited and talking a lot.
I’m sorry your axhead’s a little wet.
Thanks for letting me borrow it Aaron.
See you tomorrow – you’re coming over for Sabbath dinner, right?”

The Prophet, an axhead, and an ancient edition of “Will It Float?”

As I read the Bible, more and more, I’m pretty confident this may be the most unexplainable, most insignificant, miracle and act of God I come across in scripture.

That’s why I love it so much.

That’s why I’m drawn to it.

No one was cured of cancer.

No one received sight.

The lame didn’t walk again.

Instead, a piece of steel was kept from collecting rust at the bottom of the Jordan.

An unimportant, inconsequential, replacable item from a garage, floated.

Maybe, you’ve already answered the legendary question broadcaster Al Michaels asked in the “Miracle on Ice”, and you do believe in miracles, yet you feel your miracle is never going to happen – not for you.

God’s not going to move in your life.

You think what you are trusting God for is too small for Him to be concerned about.

It’s just an axhead.

You believe God can move mountains, but this is just an axhead.

He doesn’t care.

Why would He?

Nothing is too small for God.
Nothing is inconsequential to God.

I absolutely believe nothing is too big for God, because God is bigger than big.

But, I’m constantly being reminded nothing is too small for God too.

Nothing.

God created even the tiniest details of humanity, of creation.

So, whatever it is, no matter how insignificant, is too small for God.

If you care about it, so does God.

Will you see if it floats?