A New Thing - A Minute of Presence for Women
A New Thing
A New Thing
Every day in my city I notice an unending barrage of new things. A new drugstore has sprung up on a street I haven’t driven down in weeks. A new restaurant or a splash of flowers or a herd of SUV hybrids catches my eye. New billboards proliferate like viruses along each block, advertising new destinations for not-so-new airlines, or new offers for things I’ve never before thought I needed.
At the grocery store I frequent, another face-lift is underway, and the greeting cards are now where the coffee was. Just this week a new mail carrier assumed my neighborhood route, meaning I’ve delivered misplaced mail twice in only a few days’ time.
In all this newness, I’ve discovered something new about myself: the thing I like most about new things is that eventually they become old. The newness wears off, and a sweet familiarity settles in. Then I know what to expect. Then I’m not breaking anything in or trying anything out. God, however, is not constrained by my preference for the predictably tried and true. Just when I think I’ve got him figured out, he challenges my cozy assumptions that he’ll do the same thing in the same way that he did the day before.
I know him, yes: I know that Jesus Christ is, as the writer of Hebrews says, the same yesterday, today, and forever (see Hebrews 13:8).
Oh, yes! That’s good! I count on that.
But his ways and the Father’s ways and the Spirit’s ways are not set in stone. He is forever doing something new. No two sunrises or sunsets paint the same pattern in the sky, and no two days ring with identical echoes of his grace. Just this week a flaming red cardinal flew so close to me that I think I might have touched him if I’d been quick enough—and that’s never happened before. Ever.
His mercies are new every morning. So who knows what new thing he will surprise me with today?
I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?