Burnt Offerings

It’s Friday morning. I kneel, I sit, and I stare. I try to just think of You. I even try reading from a book I found in the pew “An Hour with Jesus”. I read about silence and meditation; about thanking You for all my blessings. I try to be still. I try to be quiet. I just want to soak in Your presence. But my mind keeps pulling me back into yesterday. I replay all those little technical problems. How am I going to find the correct wire that’s connected to the correct solenoid valve? Which screw terminal should I assign to which wire so that it will all be logical. In six months when I may have to go back and trouble shoot some problem…most likely a problem I created…will any of it still make good sense? And what about that drooping ceiling inside the walk-in cooler…How large a beam should I use to support it? How should I tie the horizontal members to the vertical support? What’s the answer to all these questions? Why is my head spinning with all this nonsense when I am here to pray and worship You? Some times my prayers seem little more than some worthless burnt offerings. I do realize You are the One who keeps my life from spinning out of control.

Thank you, Lord, for this special hour together.
Forgive me for my lack of attention to You.
For You, Lord Jesus, are the answer to all my problems both big and small.
In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit
Amen.


6/13/2008