I've been thinking a great deal about truth and deception of late. In my heart I know I still have many pre-conceived ideas about God and what he wants to do in me and in us. As we start our new season of choir I would like for us to begin to think about approaching Jesus and our worship of him with a heart that is completely unfettered by notions of what he is going to do in and through us. We want him to have His way, and we don't want to dictate to him what "His way" might look like. We want to be totally yielded to him. To that end, I offer up this short story that I hope you will enjoy.
Sam was two years old when his father went to war. His father had been captured behind enemy lines and held prisoner for 5 years. Now, at age 7, Sam was about to see his father again for the first time since his release from captivity. Images of his dad, never more than vague impressions, had faded over time. By now, what Sam knew about his Father he had gathered into his inner world from a faded picture album his mom kept on the piano, and fond stories she would tell him as he drifted off to sleep.