Food for Thought-Richard’s Daily Prayer

A new day,
A new week,
Pick me up,
Begin again,
Start anew,
Say “Later sin”,
Today is about,
Walking out,
Beyond the crowd,
Gonna be,
Walking like Jesus,
Praying Like Peter,
Trusting like Thomas,
Moving like Matthew,
Jumping like John,
Smiling like Andrew,
Praying like Philip,
Knowing like Nathaniel,
Feeling free like Jude,
Zealous like Simon the Zealot,
Listening with James the Elder,
Running with James the Younger,
Cause that’s way,
This this day,
Comes together,
When we pray,

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-A Shakespearean Scene Meets Matthew 15:10-20

A little sonnet I was working on combining Matthew 15 themes with some other ideas.

They are not pleased with what I teach today,
Nor are they soothed with any word I say,
Tell me teacher, if that is what ye be,
What is it that defiles; food, wind, or sea?
They say the pots cleaned in the kitchen too,
Or what’s in the bottom of the priests’ loo?
The dirtiest muck runs not in the street,
Nor does it cross by your uncovered feet,
It walks and it climbs from your open mouth,
Where the words of your heart go north and south,
To harm and do evil in all direction,
Stabbing souls with verbal insurrection,
Love wounded by merely the smallest words,
Foul, foul words render me mute not absurd.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-Jesus is Mean-A Sermon on Matthew 15:21-28

The lectionary reading this week is really divided in half. It’s one of those weeks where you’ve got a good half and a bad half. It’s the kind of reading/week where most preachers will naturally gravitate toward the good reading. That’s completely understandable. The good reading sets up a old fashioned knock down fight between the bad guy Pharisees and the good guy Jesus over how you say you live but what you actions reveal about what you believe. It’s a classic Jesus vs. Pharisee encounter. In fact, it’s one of the best. There’s so much to be learned and gleaned from these short verses.

Then there’s the second half of the reading; seven verses to be exact. It’s not pretty. In fact, if you’ve come from the victory party in the first ten verses and read these seven, you might walk away going, what just happened? Was that Jesus? It couldn’t be Jesus, could it? Let me ask you this, has Jesus ever made you wince? It may be when he says things that make you uncomfortable. I hope so. If he’s not done that before, you’re not listening close enough. If he’s not said something that’s felt like a verbal punch in the gut, then you’re not paying attention. That’s the way he operates and that’s one of the reasons I love him. He cuts against the grain of expectations and norms. If it doesn’t rub you the wrong way, just a little bit, when he says, “to love your enemy” or to “love your neighbor as you love yourself” then you’re not thinking about the full ramifications of such a statement. What would it mean if those words were lived out, in reality, without the thousands of caveats we impose upon them? See, feel that wince in the pit of your stomach, that’s listening to Jesus does. He makes you wince.

This morning, I want to talk about another time Jesus makes me wince. And it’s not pretty. Jesus is well out of his area. He’s out of his comfort zone, his region, his place of familiarity, place where he came from, anywhere he could point to and say “my grandmama’s people had a farm over here”. He’s in the region of Sidon and Tyre. That’s Canaanite country. Why he’s that far away from his “base” isn’t clear. Is it a break? A vacation? Is that the Ocracoke of the ancient world (it is on the coast)? We don’t know. Is it get out of dodge and duck the authorities while the heat dies down back in the Galilee? Maybe that too. Again, who knows.

Regardless, he’s there with his disciples.
Just then, (I love it when Matthew uses the language of a Gene Autry film) a Canaanite woman came up and started shouting, “Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David: my daughter is tormented by a demon.” Now shouting makes most people uncomfortable, especially if it is unexpected and in a public space. Add on top of that, you’re in the 1st century, woman have no visible public role, are regarded well below second class citizens (if that at all), and here one comes shouting at a foreigner. Awwkward….

But before we move on, just look at what she said,
-have mercy on me…not a thing wrong with that
-Lord, Son of David…again, that’s who Jesus is, can’t find fault with that one,
-my daughter is tormented with demons…an accurate depiction of the facts of her daughter’s medical and spiritual condition
-the shouting…of course she’s shouting, she’s a mom exasperated by her daughter’s deteriorating health and will do anything to save her
I ask you, is there anything wrong with what this woman his done?
Nothing. Let me answer that one for you. Nada, zip, zero.

So what does Jesus do? He goes straight over to her house and heals the girl like he’s done time and time before, right?
Not exactly.
He ignored her. He ignored her flat out.
Here is where I wince. I wince Big. Huge. Like OOMPH in the gut.
Some preachers will tell you that Jesus must have had some sort of deep seated theological reason for doing this and wanted to test her faith.
No, he was having a bad day.
He got up on the wrong side of the palette that morning. He was being downright mean.
Jesus was 100% God and 100% human. This is human side being a bit of a jerk.

The disciples came to him and said, “let us send her away, this crazy woman keep shouting after us, we have got to get rid of her.” They cannot relax, eat their hot wings, or do whatever they are doing in peace as long as this woman is there screaming her head off.

Finally Jesus talks to her:

This is going to set things straight. He’s going to make up for ignoring her earlier. So what does he say:
It is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.
I’m sorry.
What did you say Jesus?
It’s not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.
Oh, so you’re saying you’re food is for the children of Israel is and helping this Canaanite women would be like giving good food away to a dog. So this woman is a dog. A female dog.
I’m wincing again. You have got to be kidding me.

It just went from bad to worse. He just didn’t say that. Someone stop him. This is not the Jesus I know and love calling my Canaanite sister the b-word.

What has this woman done to deserve this? Other than be born in a first century misogynistic culture, I’m screaming myself now, Jesus, what has happened to you, you know better!
Then something happens. My Canaanite sister, she ain’t afraid of nobody.
Whether it’s this man from Galilee who’s been rude to her or his 12 friends. Her little girl is dying.
She’s got a comeback for this grouchy man and his mean friends. She’s not going to go down without a fight. She’s like a Rosa Parks, a Harriet Tubman, Sojourner Truth. She’s going to answer injustice with truth in action.

She says, “Lord, you may call me a dog but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall under the master’s table.”

Something about that reply snapped him back into place. It took this foreign woman of color to show him just how wrong he had been.

Just as Jesus can’t ignore the world, we can’t ignore the world. We can’t ignore Jesus. Two wrongs do not make a right. If you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, and you got up, and you’re ignoring misery, human suffering, pain, and people who need to be brought close to Jesus; start listening, listening to their comebacks, be willing to be put in your place, and if that’s not working, go back to bed and get up again. And say snap me back, put me in my place, bring me back to where I need to be, close to Jesus, not where I’m ignoring, not where I’m mean, but where I see everyone and hear those who shout and whisper those Holy words:

Savior, savior, hear my humble cry;
While on others thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

Food for Thought-Jesus You’re Acting Like a Douche-A Poem-Matthew 15:21-28


Jesus, You’re Acting Like a Douche-A Poem Matthew 15:21-28

It’s a painful thing to say,
that’s why I would rather it go away,
this exegetical bind of a Sunday,
forces me to exclaim with a whoosh,
Jesus, my man,
you’re acting like a douche,
she didn’t ask to be talked to that way,
don’t be a tool,
calling her a dog,
it is not cool,
respect her as a way of life,
even though all you see,
is a Canaanite.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-A Baptismal Poem

Living and learning and trying to see
Behind the church,
Who’s going to be,
Baptized while,
On their knees,
When the preacher says,
In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Listen to my vivid poetic lyrics,
Jesus came to the Jordan,
Said to John,
Are you God’s game warden,
If so,
Send the white bird from on high,
Cause kingdom time is nigh,
Put me down in the water,
The world is starting to totter,
Let them hear really clear,
This is my son who gets ‘r done,
You got nothing to fear
Drop the sin like day old beer,
Move on into high gear,
Jump in with Jesus,
Life is more than it appears.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-Everybody Poops A Sermon on Matthew 15:10-20

Everybody  Poops

A Sermon on Matthew 15:10-20

I’d like to give you a piece of my mind. How many times have I uttered those words? How many times have I actually acted upon them? If and when I have, a phone is usually involved. Someone from India is on the other end. When I’m giving someone a piece of my mind (or considering it), I’m basically making a statement of belief. I’m emphatically telling that person what I believe about them or a given situation that involves them. Such as my inability to return a product, good, or service or speak with someone who is currently not in Bangalore.

Wouldn’t it be nice if you could know what Jesus really thought and believed? I mean, really. How nice would it be if Jesus had made a clear cut statement of faith about the things he really believed? Wouldn’t that clear up a lot of things for a great many people? Wouldn’t that make being a Christian a heck of a lot simpler?

Here’s the thing. I think he did. I think he did just that. That’s what I think this scripture is all about. It may broadly fall into the definition of a parable or “ethical teaching moment”. But for my money, this may be the closest we get to Jesus making a confession of faith. As such, this makes this tiny section of Matthew 15 hyper important.

What does Jesus say?
He calls the crowd to do two things. He says,  “listen and understand”. You do get that those are two very different things, don’t you. Listening and understanding aren’t the same things. They are easily misunderstood or we use the words interchangeably. For one thing, it’s easy to listen. It’s simple to stand there, as they say in elementary school, “with your ears on”, and listen to what’s going on around you. Something is happen over here, people are talking over there, and someone may be speaking directly to your face. But ultimately, you’re not paying attention to what’s going on. You’re listening. However you do not understand what’s being said or what’s happening around you. Jesus says, listen and understand. He knows how our minds drift. He knows how hard it is to pay attention. He wants us to know that what he’s about to say next is so important we need to get “it” on a conscious and subconscious level. It needs to make not only sense, but common sense. Understanding equals common sense.

I said this was a statement of belief but Jesus is not going to parrot back something like the Apostle’ Creed. Jesus is going to tell us what he believes by talking about what’s inside a person (inner beliefs-the things they make part of their belief system, things people decide to include by choice in the belief starting lineup) and then how those interior beliefs get acted upon or lived out for the world to see in the big game called life.

Let me warn you, Jesus is going to put this rather bluntly. He says it’s not so much what you put into your body that defiles you but what comes out of the mouth. Let that sink in for a moment. Not so much what you put it, but how it comes out. Now what’s wrong with that? Sounds fine, doesn’t it? The disciples knew it would really tick off the Pharisees. It would be like me walking in to a group of UNC fans and saying, “as a Duke fan, if UNC were playing the Taliban, I’d cheer for the Taliban”. It wouldn’t go over that well. And these words didn’t go over that well with the Pharisees. Matthew says they, “took offence” at them. What was so offensive?

Here were entering the world of Jewish ritual and purity laws.
He’s talking about doing the dishes and eating. I don’t want to go off on too much of a sideline here stuff had to be clean. Everything and I do mean everything. Not just you but the stuff you touched and used, particularly the stuff you ate with.

Jesus was making a distinction between the heart, mind, and stomach. For the rabbis, you ate on clean plates (ritually washed), with clean hands (ritually washed), with clean utensils (ritually washed), with kosher food, and with a ritually cleaned body. If you were following all of the ritual laws of purification and cleanliness, everything coming out of you words and poop should be clean and sacred. This would have been their interpretation.

Jesus says no. No matter what you eat, it’s all going to come out as poop. To paraphrase the popular children’s book, “Everybody Poops”. The things that come out of our mouths, originate in a different place; they come from our hearts and minds. There is a distinction, he explains to the disciples, between the food we eat (and how we consume it) and how we absorb knowledge then send that same information back out into the world. No matter how nasty, smelly, or bad our poop is, the stuff that really defiles and messes up the world is the “crap” that comes out of our mouths. It is the hateful garbage we spew from our spaces that does the long term damage to society. Jesus says, it’s there, from our hearts and mouths you will find evil intentions like murder, adultery, fornication, theft, false witness, and slander. Forgetting to wash your hands may be gross, talking about poop and 1st century sewers may be icky, but they don’t defile like all those other things.  Those things that destroy homes, families, and lives. 

The Pharisees, like so many of us, he tells us, have our lives and our priorities way out of whack.
So this, while not fancy, and maybe even a little gross, is what I think Jesus is telling us. He believes what makes us gross isn’t really that big of a deal. What does defile us are crystal, crisp words we utter from our hearts and minds when we think we often someone we’re not.

Food for Thought-Food Scarcity, Fear, Ghosts, and Mid-Lake Prayer Walk-A Sermon on Matthew 14:22-33


I’m now 40 years old and I’ve decided there are a few things I’m not going to do.  I’m no longer going to send any text messages.  If God wanted me to take 15 minutes to type, “Hey, how’s it going,” he would have given me a stutter.  I’m no longer going to do it.  I’m no longer going to pay fealty to the international coffee syndicate known as Starbucks.  Aside from the requirement to speak a form of bastardized Italian in order to buy a simple cup of coffee, I refuse to pay their exorbitant prices and be part to the card board wrapped fantasies of self-importance they seek to create.  I’m also not going to preach another, “Jesus wants us to get out of the boat and walk on water sermon.”  I’m sick and tired of the, “if we only had enough courage, unlike Peter, and listen to Jesus’ voice” sermons and I’m not going to preach them anymore.  I’m through.  I’m done.  Mark me finished.

Now:  This passage is about having the courage to see the world in a different way.  Once we start at the beginning and work our way through the end, our perspective will gradually shift.  We will start to see that what we’ve been conditioned to see differs fundamentally from  how Jesus teaches us to see and interact with the world.  That’s what’s happening now.  Do you want to participate in what Jesus is saying and teaching?  That’s what this passage lays before us this morning.


What do we do after?

After our challenge, our primary missional need has been met.

By way of review, here’s what we’ve done:

An exceptionally large number of people have been fed-spiritually and physically.

They have been fed by Jesus and his team of mission minded disciples.  They fed this massive crowd (of at least 5,000 which is an estimate that only counted the present adult males, so you better figure on 7-10,000 to be more realistic) oblivious  to any distinctions within the crowd.   No questions were asked about income verification.  No one was asked if they were receiving Social Security and Food Stamps, as this might disqualify them from the miracle.  They were all allowed in and they were fed.

Here’s what else we did by participating in this miracle.  We removed the existing boundaries and standards that are usually applied to determine how you get to eat, live, work and survive.  We said those no longer matter.  We said the only boundary is whether you choose or not to be present.

That is a dangerous proposition.  Wars have been started for something so trivial.  Everyone can eat, live, and survive with regard to any objective standard other than the simple fact they are alive.

If you say that in parts of our country, they will call you names.

Say that in other countries, you can find yourself dead.

When we sit down and think about it, we don’t like Jesus’ world-a world without boundaries, rules, and regulations.

We want a world with bouncers at the door; whether that bouncer is:

a simple thing like food scarcity (as long as our cupboards our full and we’re not on welfare)

price fixing (as long as we  can afford to pay anything at anytime)

or people turning other people (just not you) away

Jesus says no.  Everyone gets in and we all eat together.  The feeding of the five thousand is as much a mind miracle as a substantive (now you see it, now you don’t) miracle.  It changes our ideas about abundance and entitlement.

Fear-what we talk about when we done.

If we’ve learned anything up to this point, we’ve learned that our minds aren’t big enough.  We don’t get what Jesus is trying to do.  Is it any wonder, when he puts us in a boat, and sends us on our way, the boat starts to sink?  The boat isn’t a boat.  The boat is us.  We are our boats.  The boats are our minds.

Our minds are big enough to handle such an expansive level of change like the one Jesus is laying on us.  Remember, he keeps hitting us, with one thing right after another.

The next thing you know, the realization hits you, “I don’t want to be in the boat, in the place, with these people, or part of this plan.”  It gets too crazy to fast.

Jesus, get me out of here.  This boat, with this open expanse of people, attitudes and change is taking on water faster than I can handle the winds of the coming change.

The same emotions strike again; the same as before.


I’m fearful when there are no boundaries.  I’m fearful when I can’t see the limits of the shore or the horizon.  I’m fearful when I don’t know where I’m going.  I’m fearful when I see the limitless expanse of the Kingdom of God being put into action.  If people are being fed, if the margins are coming in from the center, that means Jesus is for real, and the change he’s advocating isn’t just a pipe dream.  Our comfortably realities, my 3 bedroom home and 42 inch flat screen back in Capernaum may not be all it’s cracked up to be.  When this hits me, I become more than a little frightened. You might even say it’s like a storm brewing inside me.  I’m angry, confused, and the images of my past-embittered memories mix with the hopeful scenes of the day just past.  It’s like I’m seeing ghosts.

I’m fearful when things are given away.  I’m fearful when places in our “disciples” boat are offered to people who aren’t “disciples”.  I’m fearful when I may give my life away and I won’t know why or what I ever lived for.

I’m fearful when my worldview starts to sink all around me and there’s nothing I can do but reluctantly ask for help.

So Where Are We Now?


Jesus steps into the middle of the fear by stepping out of the crowd to spend time alone.

The great miracle of this passage is that we are once again reminded that Jesus needed to get away and spend time alone.  He sends the disciples on their way, disburses the crowd, and then goes off in prayer.

If we ever needed a clear cut, simple as pie, practice of Jesus to emulate, here it is on a silver platter.  Spend some time in prayer alone. It must have been beneficial for dealing with lots of crap because it obviously helped Jesus deal with his.  I’m going to recommend picking this one up.  Try 10 minutes a day.  Try doing nothing but listening to God in silence.  Leave the prayer concerns to some time.

What about Peter?

Peter’s getting out the boat is Jesus asking Peter to come be alone with him, to move away from the situation causing him fear and spend some time with God.  He’s saying basically what I said, “go spend some time with God”; except he’s doing it in person and on water.

I’m no longer of the opinion that his miracle is just about Peter getting out the boat, walking on the water, and testing his faith.  When you read everything else that’s going around it, I’m seeing a bigger story.

The water provides the quickest way for Peter to get to Jesus, for him to close the gap between here and there.

If you want time with Jesus, time for him to deal with your fears, there he is, go to Him.  He’s right there.

If you want to deal with what’s happening with you, this turmoil,  you need to get away (remember that’s the first thing Jesus does) and pray.

Go away.

Get away.

Jump ship.

Go to Jesus.

Be Alone with God.

How often are you alone with God?  How often to you put down the rules, lists, demands, and structures, and just go be alone with God?

Food for Thought-The Mystery of Heaven in Bread and Juice


Hard fought,
Easily taken,
Simply digested,
A table,
A cloth,
Plug into the seams
Because nothing is as it seems,
What you’ve got in your hand,
I can’t attempt to understand,
I know it means more than I can say,
On this day,
Or explain in any way,
Just know, whatever you do,
This food, it’s for you.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-Jacob, God, and Fight Club Shattering the Middle Class Middle Eastern Dream-A Sermon on Genesis 32:22-31


I don’t know how many of you may have seen the movie “Fight Club”.  The novel was written in 1996 and the movie came out three years later starring Brad Pitt and Edward Norton.  It’s a complex story with a plot that works on many levels.  I don’t have the time to go into it nor do I want to spoil anything for anyone who may not have seen it.

What I did want to share with you this morning was the basic premise of the movie.  This is because I think it speaks directly to where we are.  And where is that?  That’s somewhere in the middle of the desert, in the middle of the night, with a frightened dude named Jacob.

In the movie, we have this unnamed everyman, working in anonymous obscurity for an automotive company.

  • He’s a cog in the machine.
  • He’s the picture of khaki wearing, Starbucks drinking, Ikea buying conformity. And he’s miserable.

Until one evening, in the darkness of an overnight flight, he meets this guy; someone unlike anyone else he’s ever met before.  His name is Tyler Durden and he is a soap salesman.

Tyler has an idea.  (He has lots of ideas we’ll eventually discover.)   He realizes there are lots of guys like our anti-hero; people just floating around who are getting and going nowhere with life. Tyler believes that he can bring purpose and direction back to the lives of these aimless men.  He has a plan.  The first step of his grand plan is to fight.  He will let (or allow) people to redefine themselves through violence.

He creates something called “Fight Club”.

It’s an underground club; literally in the dark and held at night where men come to bare knuckle fight each other.

But it’s not without structure.  There are rules.  The first rule of fight club is this:  You don’t talk about fight club. It’s a secret.  No one can know you do this.  Why?  Because people wouldn’t be able to handle men fighting for reasons other than those normally present in our society which are these: to give the wealthy a chance to bet their pocket change and the poor the chance to gamble away their rent.  Who fights to change themselves and change society for the better?

People wouldn’t be able to process the idea of men fighting in order to define themselves and bring meaning into the monotony of their lives.

You just don’t do that!

This brings me back to where we are this morning.

Jacob and God are fighting.

Jacob has spent the better part of the past twenty years pursuing the Middle Eastern Middle Class dream.  He is a cog in Laban’s agricultural and familial machine.

His personal and family lives are in disarray.  He believes his brother is going to kill him.

He has absolutely no idea that God is involved in his life at all or could, would, and should play any role in his affairs.

His problems are his problems.  Jacob is a model of self-sufficiency and it is slowly killing him.

Again, he is oblivious to God’s presence in his life and then out of the darkness someone comes to him and says, “Do you want to fight?”

That’s not how we like to talk about God working in our lives, is it?

In fact, when we talk about God, we don’t talk at all like that.  People who tell stories like Jacob’s usually get shuffled off to the margins.

We don’t talk about Jacob’s fight club.  It makes us uncomfortable.  It’s so fundamentally different from how we in our western Christian culture talk about meeting with and coming to know God.  This is not how God comes to people.  This is not how people seek God.  This is how distant Old Testament characters you learn about at Vacation Bible School do it.  But not us, right?

It is about us and we may have a few things backwards.

If this passage does anything it tells us with no uncertainty that our relationship with God can be both painful and elusive. Once we encounter God, we will be physically and emotionally different people. And yet we still may never be able to put into words what happened.

God is never something or someone we can “pin” down. As much as we try, as close as God may get to us, God remains both near and far at the same time. God is like a parent, a shepherd, but also a king and creator. God is so close and distant. These images are sometimes side by side in the Bible, in creative tension with one another, and reveal the central aspect of Jacob’s encounter with the Divine; God is with us at the most crucial moments in our lives. How this occurs and the form which this occurs, are questions that Jacob and we will never have answered. Yet the reality of these moments (and this moment) is undeniable.

Our relationship with God is something that happens on God’s terms. This is a story about God coming to us, not us coming to God. For me, this is where this story touches our lives most directly. The way Jacob encounters God is fundamentally alien to the manner to the way in which western Christian culture has come to describe their own relationships of redemption and salvation.  This is not the way we like to tell our personal religious stories. Face it, we’re narcissists when it comes to relating our own conversions and encounters with God.  Our stories are about all about us.  We sinned, we messed up, we knew we need to change, we met Jesus, then somewhere near the end He became our Lord and personal savior and changed our lives. Jesus, God, (however you want to term who you feel most comfortable with) works his way in near the conclusion and does his divine salvation magic. Up to that point, it’s been all about us and our drama.   Again, my point is, we made the call.   It reminds of a person with very dirty carpets.  We called in a cleaner to work on our carpet after realizing that no matter how much stain remover we applied it could ever do the trick. We only needed the carpet cleaner, the hard working service professional, for a specific task (to come in at the end), then he could leave. He wasn’t crucial to the emotional crux of our story; how we slaved over those stains, how we almost became comfortable with the filth and grime in our homes, until we saw the light during a carpet cleaning program on television or someone took us to a carpet cleaning seminar across town. My point is this: the focus is always on us and our lives. The action centers on us and decision we took in our own salvation. Jacob’s story and scripture really doesn’t want us think that way. Jacob is completely unaware he needs God.  He is physically, literally, spiritually, emotionally in the dark.  He never gets to the “Prodigal Son” point where he realizes that his father’s pigs have it better than him.  He’s simply, out there in the desert, trying to figure out on his own, how he’s going to get out of the mess he’s made of his own life.  In fact, Americans should identify with Jacob.   He’s the ultimate pull yourself up by your bootstraps kind of guy.  He has a work ethic if he has no other kind of ethic.  He has no idea he needs God at all.   Yes, we may know and realize we need God. But the understanding here is that God is moving toward us. God is calling the shots. God is determining the time and place. We have very little, if anything to do with the meeting and encounter that eventually occurs.  If anything is going to occur, if redemption is going to go down, it’s not going to be due to anything we’ve done or said, it’s going to ultimately rest with God.  Jacob is in the dark and God ambushes him.  This should either scare the hell out of you or feel incredibly liberating. As for me, I’m not quite sure where I come down.

God cannot be defined, categorize, or quantified by human means. It simply won’t work. God will only be defined and determined on God’s terms and in God’s time.

My question is this:  are we willing to wait on God?  Even if it means sitting in the dark, clueless about what’s coming next?  Are we willing to let God meet us even if we’re not trying to meet God?