Sunday’s Promise

For with you is the fountain of life; in your light we see light. Psalm 36:9

A new week awaits you and I. Although it may not be without challenge, it still is full of hope and promise. A fresh slate. We start refreshed. We purpose to do so in the way we got ourselves to church, even if we have come reluctantly, out of duty, guilt or true humility. We have received a message to ponder. We have taken part in worship, corporate prayer, and possibly served in an area of gifting for the joy of serving Him in this small but faithful way. Or maybe, it was one of those days when it took all of our energy to just show up, and secretly we hoped we could just slip quietly in and out without anyone noticing. But grace found us, despite ourselves and we have been exposed to a measure of light. We came expecting something. Even if only to see whether we can take Him at His word.

As I walked to church this morning I realized how Sunday reminds me of how, He really does make all things new. And how I desperately need that by the end of the week, regardless of what the week has brought my way. Sundays are to me a new beginning. God is all about new beginnings, after all. New mercies, hope, strength, these are all His promises for us.
The past few weeks as I have taught my Sunday School boys their lessons, I have contemplated the gift it is to teach. Teaching is the gift of seeing, through the eyes of a child, always. Not to be childish, but childlike. The ability to let God take you by the hand, open your eyes of faith and see the lessons new, fresh and significant time and time again. The stories, lives and lessons of David, Samson and Joshua have not been lost on me. There are no coincidences in God’s perfect economy. Only divine ordination and His holy agenda. He wastes nothing. He uses every opportunity to speak to my life and yours. Do I hear him? Do you hear Him? Do we say,  “Speak, Lord….your servant is listening” ?