I think we make this whole Gospel thing about us and not about who it really is about, Obviously God. I was reading the story in the Bible about when god gives Moses His Mission in Exodus about freeing His people, what kicked me in the butt, is that when god tells Moses what God is going to do it is different then what he asks Moses to be a part of, or should I say, Moses is only aloud to participate in half of it, the crappy half if you ask me.
God says He is going to do a two fold mission, 1. Rescue his people from Egypt and 2. Deliver them into the Promised land, two fold, two parts right? Well his mission to Moses is only to include Him in half of it, the resuing part, and why does God not allow Moses to experience the other half, the "promised land part", If you read ahead you find that Moses goes on to treat God's people badly, he gets mad at them for whining about no water again, he thinks his ministry is a failure, he thinks it is his ministry, He hits the rock, and does not speak to it like God says to, he is frustrated with God's people, He gets frustrated with God's Bride, What he thinks is a failure is not to God, it would seem like a failure to me I mean come on they wandered around for 40 years, so all those years ago. All those years ago God knew Moses would elimainate himself from the total missiion, God did not include Him, because God sees the future.
Moses made the mission about him and not about God..... the Mission is always about God, we are lucky to be a part of it, let's just not forget who is running the show............
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
New Baby
Well my wife did it again, 3 for 3. Our newest Vander Wiele was born yesterday at 5.45pm, Ezekiel Alan Vander Wiele, 8 lbs. and 12 oz! he is a big boy but a little shorter than the girls. My wife is amazing. She was induced in the morning of January 7th and that evening had the little screaming boy.
Everytime I witness the birth of one of my kids, because (I mean come on what more am I than strictly a witness) I am amazed at how much my wife and by the way her body has to go through. As we walked laps yesterday to help the baby drop, I had the nerve to complain about being hungry, I told my wife I was so hungry that I understood how those starving little Ethiopian kids felt. She had not eaten since the night before. I went down to the diner for lunch yesterday and had pizza and a steak burger, when I got back to the room, I did not tell my wife that i had so much food, because when I came in she was enjoying a cup full of ice chips. I am such a jerk.
As I watch the baby deliver I am always amazed of creation and the miracle of this little thing who has been overtaking my wife's body and soul for so long. He is so dependent on her body and her soul. I mean if she doesn't care about him she will not take care of her body to help him grow, and then by the time he is born she loves him so much already.
I think that is how God feels about us, we are so dependent on Him, we are dependent on His body and His soul for our survival, we are like little parasites, but that seems to be ok with him. We need His soul to Pursue us through His spirit and we need His body to do the ultimate care for us. That little guy needs his mom so much right now, he is so dependent on her.
It is always easier for my wife to love the kids so much after they are born, she already has had that bond spiritually with them. For me it takes a little longer, I have to experience him. I am glad God loves me unconditionally.
We will now embark on the ever not fun baby stage as we call it, 2-3 months of hell on earth of late nights and feedings. It is a blessing.... I am ready, so I think
Everytime I witness the birth of one of my kids, because (I mean come on what more am I than strictly a witness) I am amazed at how much my wife and by the way her body has to go through. As we walked laps yesterday to help the baby drop, I had the nerve to complain about being hungry, I told my wife I was so hungry that I understood how those starving little Ethiopian kids felt. She had not eaten since the night before. I went down to the diner for lunch yesterday and had pizza and a steak burger, when I got back to the room, I did not tell my wife that i had so much food, because when I came in she was enjoying a cup full of ice chips. I am such a jerk.
As I watch the baby deliver I am always amazed of creation and the miracle of this little thing who has been overtaking my wife's body and soul for so long. He is so dependent on her body and her soul. I mean if she doesn't care about him she will not take care of her body to help him grow, and then by the time he is born she loves him so much already.
I think that is how God feels about us, we are so dependent on Him, we are dependent on His body and His soul for our survival, we are like little parasites, but that seems to be ok with him. We need His soul to Pursue us through His spirit and we need His body to do the ultimate care for us. That little guy needs his mom so much right now, he is so dependent on her.
It is always easier for my wife to love the kids so much after they are born, she already has had that bond spiritually with them. For me it takes a little longer, I have to experience him. I am glad God loves me unconditionally.
We will now embark on the ever not fun baby stage as we call it, 2-3 months of hell on earth of late nights and feedings. It is a blessing.... I am ready, so I think
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