Tuesday, December 31, 2013

It Ain't Me That's Moved

And they forsook the LORD God of their fathers, which brought them out of the land of Egypt, and followed other gods, of the gods of the people that were round about them, and bowed themselves unto them, and provoked the LORD to anger. 
Judges 2:12

It was a hot, dry summer afternoon. The air felt heavy like a mule that had balked on its haunches refusing to move at all. He refused to run the air conditioner in the old truck. Said it used too much gas. He also refused to drive over twenty miles an hour. There just wasn't any need to get in a hurry. There wasn't anything he needed or wanted to do. The maize was cut and the cotton was sweltering in the dry heat. He could plow something, or fix something, but not today. They were headed to town for groceries and for a bite to eat at the City Cafe. 

And, she was mad. He knew she was. You don't live with a woman 46 years and not know when she's mad. You may pretend not to notice, but you know. He figured it was something he had said, or something he hadn't done. He was ready for it, too. She never let him forget that the truck had an air conditioner. On more than a dozen occasions she had reminded him that the air would move a little quicker if he would drive a little faster. So, he was ready for whatever she was gonna say, 'cause she was lookin' at him out of the corner of her eye and he had seen it out of the corner of his.

"Do you love me?" 

Now, he really wasn't ready for that. "What do you mean, 'Do you love me?'" 

"You heard me." she said louder than before with that kind of staccato that she had used when one of their children used to complain, "Do you love me?"  There was a little sharpness to her tone that time.

He looked right at her now, "What kind of nonsense is this? Of course I love you. I've been married to you for 46 years. What in the world has gotten into you?"  

"Well," she blurted, "I just wanted to know."

"Why? What have I done now?" He was a simple, plain man. He worked hard. Provided for his family. Enjoyed his grandchildren and the smell of fresh plowed earth. His Bible was well-worn as was his pew at church. He had never been unfaithful to her in 46 years.  He just couldn't figure this one out.  So he carefully asked, "Honey, I'm sorry, I just don't understand. What is it?"  

She looked at him across the truck, and then cast her eyes down on the cracked vinyl of the old bench seat and said, "We've been down this road a thousand times and look at us. Me over here and you over there. I used to sit right up under your arm. Now I ride over here and you drive over there. What's happened to us? Do You Love Me?"

He didn't smile, 'cause that would have been a mistake. He just looked straight ahead and said, "Well, honey, I ain't the one that's moved."

We live in a society that has moved. God hasn't. If you continue to walk in His ways and speak His truths, the world will feel like you've moved far away. People will feel like you don't love them, even though you do. But God will know you're right where you're supposed to be. 

It's almost a new year. Don't move toward the world, and, if you're living your life close to God, don't expect the world to be comfortable with where you're sitting.