First Things

We've just barely logged 24 hours of LIFT 21, and I already sense that this is going to be an incredible semester. It could be the way the group of strangers I sat with a couple of hours ago opened up to each other, sharing fears and concerns as if they'd known each other for months. It could be the way they all reveled in the challenge of a vigorous hike up a ski hill in snowshoes through the blinding snow. Or perhaps it was the reckless abandon they demonstrated on the way back down! Maybe it's the servant's heart that has already been revealed in so many of them, despite our short time together. It may have been the privilege of sitting on top of a "mount" while we listened to Kathy recite the Sermon on the Mount in its entirety.

Or, it might just be an expectant hope that our God will do great things in our lives. To be honest, I'm still growing in the habit of hope. I've grown accustomed to people letting me down, circumstances not working out, plans apparently not being a part of God's will after all. I confess that when it comes to expectations I too often limit God to a box no bigger than my efforts.

We worship a God just "slightly" bigger than that.

And so, I look forward to what this semester brings with hope.

We've just barely logged 24 hours of LIFT 21, and I already have the sense that this is going to be an incredible semester.