Sunday, January 29, 2012
If the Spirit Moves You . . .
Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.
What type of walker are you?
Are you a leisurely ambler? A fast-paced strider? Somewhere in between?
When I set out from Point A to Point B, I always walk quickly. This comes from years of conditioning, training myself to keep up with those who have longer legs than mine.
Which, as I stand a hair shorter than 5'3", is just about everybody. And, definitely, everyone in my family.
I have no trouble keeping up with Danny when we walk together. I never feel as though I am holding him back from his natural pace.
We tandem perfectly.
Until . . .
The first day of Passion 2012. We have a long walk in the bitter cold from our hotel to the Georgia Dome where this Christian gathering is held. Yes, we could have opted for a taxi, but we are pumped up about this event and eager to get some exercise.
About five minutes into our trek, I notice. Danny is no longer beside me, but several strides ahead. I attempt to pick up my pace, but my hiking boots, worn to ward off the chill, aren't amenable to speed.
Danny notices, too, and stops.
"Why are you lagging behind? Are your feet okay?"
"My feet are fine. Yours aren't. You're walking way too fast for me."
"I'm sorry, it's just that I always walk quicker when I'm excited about something like I am now. I'll do my best to slow down."
Danny tries. He really does.
But, I can see that bounce in his step, the spirited prance of a racehorse at the starting gate. How I wish my feet had wings!
Little do I suspect that, in moments, my wish will be granted.
Once inside the dome, we have to negotiate seemingly endless ramps to arrive at our desired level. People flow in a continuous and, oh, so rapid stream all around us.
"C'mon!" Danny grabs my hand firmly.
Suddenly, I think I'm in one of those cartoons where the character on the treadmill accidentally pushes the wrong button and his legs become one big blur trying to match the insurmountable speed.
I am flying!
I am keeping in step!
All because my hand is in Danny's strong grip.
And, I know he won't let go . . .
Are you walking in step with the Spirit?
Will you pray with me?
When Your Holy Spirit calls us to pick up the pace, Father, help us to stay in step. If we lag behind, grab our hands and hold them tightly. Bring us up to speed that we might ever walk, or run, in Your ways. Amen.
Psalms 24, 29 or 8, 84