Clay in the Hands

Yesterday, I awoke to discover we had been burglarized – always a great way to start a Monday (or any other day for that matter).  Somehow, our garage door was opened and the burglars made off  with some fishing gear and two sets of golf clubs (they really knew how to hurt a guy).

So the morning was spent making phone calls – to the police, to neighbors and to the insurance company – and the evening was spent visiting local pawn shops.

This is not the first time this has happened to us – and the feelings are the same each time – frustration, anger, vulnerability.  We like to think we are safe and that what we work for is secure.  But then something like this happens and we are reminded that we are always susceptible.  We lose faith in our security.  We lose faith in mankind.

But I was reminded of at least two other things yesterday through this process.  The first is that we will never find security in this world apart from God.  We are aliens in a foreign land – this is not our home.  So we would be foolish to put our trust in things.  All our possessions and even our own physical well being can be taken from us but our relationship with the Father cannot be touched.  As long as our trust is in God we will be secure.

The second thing that I was reminded of is that there are still good people in the world.  From the neighbors to my long time friend and insurance agent to the police officer that was dispatched to our home, God has put good people in our lives.  So even though the temptation would be to give up on the human race, the reality is there are a lot of good people out there.  In fact, I believe there is more good than bad in the world – it is just the bad that gets the press.

Take heart – God is at work!