Have you
ever counted the number of remotes you have?
There are ten in my home, not counting the remote for the alarm system
or the ones for the garage door. Remotes
have become staples in the lives of Americans today. An attempt to describe life without remotes
to today’s children brings the same responses that we gave to our elders when
they described life without television, color or otherwise. Incredulity.
I remember a
spring break of mine years ago. I had
the flu and both of my parents worked. In
an attempt to get out of the prison my bed had become, my mother set me up on
the couch in the den. She set the
regulatory water glass, peanut butter crackers and sweet tea, close at hand. The only time I needed to get up was to walk
to the bathroom. She also turned on the
TV to a channel that specialized in old movies.
Because there was no remote, I ended up watching black and white movie
after black and white movie. I felt too
badly to get up, walk to the TV and physically turn the knob. I slept through some of the classics. And all because I had no remote. I didn’t even miss it.
Today, when
I am sick at home, two or three remotes are at my side. One for the TV, one for
the satellite and another for the DVD/Blue Ray.
I can’t imagine a channel that I would want to leave on for hours. Unless it was Duck Dynasty. I think I could watch that for hours! It would certainly make me feel better, but I
digress.
This brings
me to my point. With all these remotes
around to change the channel to something more comfortable, mute words we don’t
want to hear, and pause the action when someone interrupts, what do we do when remotes
don’t work? I don’t mean when they just
need batteries. I mean when there isn’t
a remote for the situation or the person.
When life gets hard, there is no pause or fast forward button. When you don’t like the words or
conversations that are surrounding you, there is no mute button. When you are bored or uncomfortable in a
situation, there are no other channels to turn to. If you miss a moment, life isn’t a DVR and
you can’t rewind.
Scripture
tells us that God speaks in ‘a still, small Voice’. As time passes and technology grows, it
becomes harder and harder to hear His Voice.
And while we may not have a remote for God, it is VERY easy to ‘mute’
Him. We change the channel to hear and
watch something, anything other than what He wants us to experience. We know that He is patient and we know that
He loves us. So it can be such a
temptation to just pause Him. He’s not
going anywhere. He promises that He is
always with us. So what’s the big deal?
A few
weekends ago, I did this. I glanced at
my YouVersion. I remember thinking as I
saw the scripture of the day and the daily devotional, I don’t have the energy
for this today. Just forget it. I’ll read it later. I figuratively pushed pause and mute on God
and His Word. I knew what I was doing, I
just didn’t care.
Now I didn’t
stop loving God. I know who He is and
what He has done for me. I just didn’t
have the energy or will to acknowledge them.
Then on Sunday morning, in the middle of praise, I remembered that
choice. That foolish, temper tantrum
choice. Yes, He still loved me. Yes, He was still there, waiting for me. But I had lost time. Time to hear His beautiful Voice. Time to feel His love and Spirit wash over
and through me.
This is the crime, folks. This is what is lost when we try to use a
remote on a big God. Moments. Moments that change lives. Our lives.
The lives of others. Yes, He
loves us. Yes, He is always there, just
waiting for us. And those things will
never change. But what are we missing
when we take these truths for granted?
Put down the remote. Leave the
volume and channel where they are. Bask
in His Presence. Watch and listen. Rest and heal. He is there.
He is speaking.
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