They were all weeping and wailing for her; but he said, “Do not weep; for she is not dead but sleeping.” And they laughed at him, knowing that she was dead. But he took her by the hand and called out, “Child, get up!” Her spirit returned, and she got up at once. Then he directed them to give her something to eat. Her parents were astounded; but he ordered them to tell no one what had happened (Luke 8).
How certain they all were, that it was all over with, hope gone, no way through, or out.
Have you ever been “certain” about something only to discover later on that life was moving in another direction, with possibilities and options galore? If only you had been a little more alert, a little less convinced of your own take on things, a little more open, you might have gotten on board a little sooner.
Paul the Apostle writes of God: Who gives life to the dead and calls into existence the things that do no exist.
It says they laughed at Jesus.
Cynical … scornful … the laughter of the “knowing” – “Who does he think he is?”
The next time you hear yourself saying, “I know for certain,” remember this little story from Luke’s pen, and remember that God has plenty of things up the sleeve, more than we can ever imagine, for helping us through life.
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Tom, check out ellipsesfields.wordpress.com, a poem called ' on how we open'...the poet there has a great gift of integrating the secular and the august...much like poet Marie Howe...take care...Darren (King)
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