It’s something about my kids stuff. I find it really hard to clear it out. When we moved to Finland, sorting out the stuff to go to the charity shop was really really hard. The small plastic yellow chair with the smiley face in the back? Had to get a friend to take it away for me!
Even putting the bikes in the shed is an experience. Seeing our bikes standing next to each other, pedals touching, brake cables and levers kinda tangled together .. it speaks to me of the closeness of the owners. It’s a silly thought, but it almost looks as if the bikes are drawing comfort from each other by being stood so close together.
The youngest duckling’s bike was in need of repairs and the older duckling’s bike, now too small for him was the same size. So the younger duckling and me got the tools out and the two of us set to removing the worn parts from his bike and replacing them with the less worn parts from his brother’s bike.
There was something saddening stripping down what was, in essence, a working bike .. but it was logical. The left over parts were put into the boot of our car and taken to the recycling centre. Call me a soppy bugger but when I had dropped the frame and tyres into the empty skip and I looked down, it seemed like the frame was reaching up to me, pleading for a second chance.
I really felt like I was abandoning it. Through this, I could almost hear God’s spirit whispering to me.
“I will not use you, and throw you away when I’m done with you. I will never leave you, nor abandon you 1. I always be with you 2. I cannot forget about you. See, I have engraved your name on my hands 3. I have such amazing plans for your future 4.”
You see, I think that many of us have sometimes felt needed only because of some perceived value. Something we owned, or something we could offer. When we could no longer offer that thing, we were then cast aside, like a old bike which has been stripped for parts. I’ve actually, a long time ago, felt treated this by folks inside the church. I don’t believe they did it on purpose, but I did feel used and broken by the experience.
This is in complete contrast to the person of Jesus. I can’t think even of one recorded encounter he had with someone which left them in worse shape than when He met them. The vast majority of his encounters were actually with those who broken or looked down upon. Prostitutes, traitors and the terminally ill.
Jesus has this thing He can do where the old is made new. Dead things are brought back to life. Mourning is turned into dancing. I haven’t a clue how He manages this, but He does.
I’m not sure how to tie-off this post, other than to encourage you that you haven’t been forgotten or abandoned by God, even though maybe sometimes it feels like it.
- Deuteronomy 31:6, Hebrews 13:5
- Matthew 28:20
- Isaiah 49:16
- Jeremiah 29:11