My friend, may I ask you a question? What does panic feel like? Is it like a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind which eventually cuts a channel into which all our thoughts are drained? If so, does panic ever have a place in our minds?
My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m Mark Brunner.
The slope of our driveway here at Beech Springs is such that if you cut a small channel in the middle of the drive, everything on either side of the channel will eventually drain into it. My wife Holly has always enjoyed cutting that channel. It's something about controlling the flow of that water that has always attracted her. She makes just a small cut into the ice in the winter or groove into the gravel in the summer. Eventually, as the volume of the melt or accumulated rainwater increases, the channel itself expands and, eventually, the entire driveway is cleared, by simply cutting a small channel right down the middle of the driveway. It's amazing how all the water eventually finds it's way to that one, small channel.
What does panic feel like? Is it like a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind which eventually cuts a channel into which all our thoughts are drained? If so, does panic ever have a place in our minds?
Here's a story: A young pilot who was flying in bad weather found himself in a difficult predicament when the weather changed for the worse. Visibility dropped to a matter of feet as foggy conditions descended to the earth. Putting total trust in his airplane's instruments was a new experience to him. He wasn't worried about the flying, however. Rather, he was concerned about being able to land. Flying alone with no visibility, twice he reached for the radio to broadcast, “Mayday!” Instead, he forced himself to go over the words of his instructor again and again and picture the pages of his flight manual in his mind. Finally the voice of the air-traffic controller was heard. “I’m going to put you in a holding pattern,” the controller responded. The words of an old hymn, “Trust and obey for there’s no other way,” took on new meaning. For the next 45 minutes, the controller gently guided the pilot through the blinding fog. The young pilot realized the controller was guiding him around obstacles and away from potential collisions. He finally landed safely. (Neil T. Anderson)
That air traffic controller assumed that the young pilot understood the flight manual instructions. His guidance could only be based on that. Such is the case with the Holy Spirit, who guides us through the maze of life with the knowledge of God's will established in our minds. It's a day-by-day, step-by-step existence in which a Christian yields each moment of his life to the control of the Holy Spirit. That's the key to holiness. Although that sounds easy to do, it's really not. You and I are much more inclined to panic when trouble hits. That’s human nature. But, God gives us a manual to guide us through life's troubled waters; it's called the Bible. If we know it, we’re prepared to receive His instruction; instruction that will get us to safe harbor if only we have the trust to be guided by Him and not by panic.
We pray. “Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I have set the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure, because you will not abandon me to the grave, nor will you let your Holy One see decay. You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” In Jesus' name, Amen.
Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.
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