MY GOOD FRIEND EZEKIEL

I doubt Ezekiel heard this very often. I have been reading through his book recently, and I have to tell you it makes me feel guilty.

God called Ezekiel to be a prophet. We don’t know anything about his life before that.  I believe that we, as believers of Jesus Christ, feel that he must have reached some kind of high plane in his relationship with God.  He must have spent hundreds of hours in praise, worship, prayer, reading the Bible and handing out tracks on street corners to people who didn’t know God.

He may have been on that high plane with God, but maybe not. All we know is that God called him and Ezekiel said yes. I would like to gently put out there that nobody “earns” an important position from God. All we can learn from this call is that Ezekiel said yes.

Now here is where I feel guilty. Ezekiel was told to prophesy destruction on one country after another, which probably made people pretty upset with him. Yet he did it. Wow. The guilt comes in when I feel I deserve something from God because of something I did or the time I spent with God.

I doubt Ezekiel had many friends. So I want to go on record that I am his friend. I will learn to be humble before God and not feel I have worked hard enough to deserve anything from God. I want Ezekiel to know that I sympathize with his calling, and find him courageous in the Lord.

I do hope that being Ezekiel’s friend will help me to remember to be strong if God calls me to difficult things.  I look forward to seeing my good friend Ezekiel some day, sit down with him and some coffee, and have a good chat about his life. That is just what friends do.

THE POWER OF THE PURSE

My latest epiphany: My purse has power.

I was thrilled to discover this, and I am still considering all of the ramifications.  I believe that the more we, as women, understand this power, the better we will be at wielding it.  It will take some creative thinking, so I am reaching out so you can add your ideas to mine.  I have not yet figured out how to rule the world from our purses, but there may be a way.

It all started so innocently:

Last night we (me, Patrick, Jeff, Sarah, Laura) climbed into the van to go to the Jag Voices production of student written, directed, and acted by students plays at the university.  Our very own Jessica is the president of the Performing Arts group at the college, and spent endless hours getting this event up and running.

The production being on a university campus means that there will be a lot of walking involved.  With my lungs still recovering from lots of troubles, I was not able to keep up with Jeff, Sarah, or Laura, who rudely walked quickly away.  My ever faithful husband stayed by my side as I huffed and puffed.

That’s when it hit me: the tickets were in MY purse, and they couldn’t get in without them. Power.  It was so delicious and I gratefully enjoyed it’s presence.  I slowed my walk down to comfortable and felt better about myself than I had for a long time.  As we leisurely approached the box office, it was evident that our rude children had been waiting for us for a while.  I smiled.  Without my purse, their pursuit of a fun evening of entertainment was toast.

So I ponder for all the women of the world the ramifications as I consider the power I know we have.  Here are some ideas:

  • No buying groceries without my wallet, as in without me they starve.
  • Patrick first asked me to hold his wallet while on our honeymoon.  If only I had known then what power that gave me!
  • No flying anywhere as the tickets are always in my purse; where else would the men put them?
  • Anyone forget their keys.  No problem, Mom always has another set in her purse.
  • Hangnails. Enough said.
  • Daughters’ unexpected time of month.
  • Medical emergencies. No amputations because of the neosporin laced bandaids in my purse.
  • Lose their cell phone; don’t worry, I will call it from mine because I know where mine is.
  • The family would be naked without me buying them with my wallet.
  • Constant needs for Kleenex which saves the world from extra bacteria in the air.
  • I found out Patrick’s mother always carried a hammer in her wallet in case any criminals came her way.
  • Whenever change is needed, who do they ask?  The purse.

 

This is not an exhaustive list. Please feel free to add on.

I figure that presidents, prime ministers, kings, governors or any other official either has her own purse or has his wife put things in her purse for him. Just think of that.  His life could easily be stalled and then manipulated in the pursuit of getting his wallet back.

As a concluding thought, the smaller the purse, the less power you will have.  So buy big, women, and rule the world!