He who made kittens put snakes in the grass

 The title above is from a song by Jethro Tull, I read that particular line from a pastor in the US and it struck me...the pocket sized God that we create which does not fit when you compare it to the Biblical God, and how much bigger and past our ability to comprehend God is.

I still think about that. He who made kittens put snakes in the grass. I think about it and while it is...concerning, it is comforting in a strange way because He is in control.

I have been having highs and lows as of late. Running here is almost always that way....up a hill or down a hill. Of course in life the lows are harder to just lower your gaze and push on through than the hills in running. Sometimes in both...you long for a stretch of level road.

Just a few to share...

High...hearing of the new pastors that are signing up to do shows at Channel 15 in Talanga and the continued improvements in the physical building and work there and the continued spiritual impact the ministry is producing for the Kingdom.

Low...hearing that two boys from Soren's soccer team (11 and 12 years old) whose mother left them some time ago with their grandmother....lost their grandmother to murder two nights ago. She opened a pulperia to try to make ends meet. Some came to rob her, and when she did not have money to give them, they instead took her life. Where will they go?

High...hearing of two men from the Church in Tegucigalpa wanting to be baptized immediately on the trip back from a men's conference.

Low...they were so moved to action after a man from Sampedrana who had been at the same conference died as the conference was ending. He was in his late twenties, apparently had a heart attack. He leaves behind a wife and two girls, age 6 and 3. His family is so poor that his own mother could not afford the few dollars worth of transport to make it to his funeral (she is not from Sampedrana.) He had been coming to the Church for a while, but just had given his life to Christ two months ago after undergoing surgery and realizing...life is short.

High...that his race is finished and he is home, and that he is right...life is short.

Low...thinking about his wife and kids in Sampedrana.


There are more, more than I care to remember right now. Ah, it just makes me take a big breath and sigh sometimes. I must run by faith and not by sight.

The grass (my life) is not, in fact, greener on the straight stretch of road. Grass is greener often times when there is plentiful crap along with plenty sun. Along with the the title of this post...that brings me concern, as well as strangely some sense of comfort.

Sigh.....He is in control.

The moon does not shine...it is dead and only reflects the light of the sun into the darkness around it.  By the moon we see the sun.