I took a walk the other day before our cold, rainy weather returned. Walking around the neighborhood is about all one can do with this social-distancing order in effect. I left my earbuds and music at home since I wanted to connect with people who might also be out and about (of course, maintaining the 6-foot separation rule).
There’s one larger home that I frequently walk by. It often has five cars parked in the driveway or on the street in front of the house. Four of those cars are different model Toyotas. One is a Honda. I tend to notice things like that.
As I walked by on my most recent walk, all five cars were there. It made me wonder how one becomes a Honda in a home full of Toyotas. Then I began to speculate, “is the Honda the rebel or are all those Toyotas rebels.” “What came first, the Honda or the Toyota?” My brain gets crazy like that some days.
That’s all silliness. Except … yep, there goes my brain again. I thought about choosing Christ Jesus as LORD. When I came to know my Savior, I was surrounded with people who did not. I was that lone Honda amid all the Toyotas. Eventually, most of the people around me changed. Some came to know the Savior also, and some who did not rejoice with my choice simply went away.
God began to surround me with a family of brothers and sisters who now had the same Father and the same LORD. God took me from being the lonely one and put me in a family, His family.
I have always loved Psalm 68, especially verses 5-6: “A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling. God sets the lonely in families, he leads forth the prisoners with singing.”
God did that for me (and you). He put me in His wonderful family, He brought this prisoner of sin and rebellion into a life of joy and freedom. Amen.
