Special Delivery
I have to say, there's just hardly anything more exciting to me than seeing
the UPS truck drive into my driveway. My kids used to call him the "present
man." When the guy hauls a cardboard box up to my door, I still get a little
goosebumpy. It's all the more exciting when I know I'm going to get to sign the
magic paper-less clipboard. It doesn't even matter what's in the package--it's
still a big box of mystery. Parts for the dishwasher? Instruction manual for the
lawnmower? That's okay. It doesn't matter how boring the contents, it's suddenly
exciting when it's delivered by the big truck. FedEx...UPS...I love every
delivery.
Our lives become exciting, too, at the point we're "delivered." Jesus packages,
an eternal life full of adventure from the very moment we give him our lives.
And we find that our names are written in the better-than-magic Lamb's Book of
Life--the uber-clipboard. Psalm 116:8-9 says, "For you, O LORD, have delivered
my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling, that I may walk
before the LORD in the land of the living." Out of death and into the land of
real living. Our own special delivery is so much more exciting than the biggest
and best delivery from the present man. AND, it's never COD.
Rhonda Rhea rrhea@juno.com