This morning, like most, I ventured out and got on the road. Again, I am only one out of thousands traveling even further in to Northern Virginia. As I looked around, I noticed all kinds of things: a lady putting on make-up, some man singing his favorite tunes, a couple of people getting mad because they didn't leave early enough...again, and the list could go on. It occurred to me we are all in a rush to get to work, the gym, or whereever it is that we NEED to get to so early in the morning. In the midst of the morning madness, I realized that there is no rush hour on Sunday morning (or whenever you may go to worship). If there is a rush hour on Sunday, it's only to get to the buffet before the other churches get out. If the service runs past noon, we get antsy. Why?
This season is Lent, a journey to the cross. A journey to love. A journey that ultimately, if we are in the right spirit, completes us as Christians. The disciples did not rush either. Heck, while in the garden Jesus returns to them and finds them sleeping...not once but three times. They knew that there was a "rush" because that very night Jesus would be taken captive.
I hope during this season you will rush to church, rush to love, and rush to the cross. What an amazing sight if on your worship morning or evening there is a rush hour -- all because folks want to worship and remember the Savior who was on the cross and redeemed us.
Christ has died. Christ has risen. Christ will come again. Hallelujah! What a Savior!
God is a safe place to hide, ready to help when we need him. We stand fearless at the cliff-edge of doom, courageous in seastorm and earthquake, Before the rush and roar of oceans, the tremors that shift mountains. Jacob-wrestling God fights for us, God of angel armies protects us. River fountains splash joy, cooling God's city, this sacred haunt of the Most High. God lives here, the streets are safe, God at your service from crack of dawn. Godless nations rant and rave, kings and kingdoms threaten, but Earth does anything he says. Jacob-wrestling God fights for us, God of angel armies protects us. Attention, all! See the marvels of God! He plants flowers and trees all over the earth, Bans war from pole to pole, breaks all the weapons across his knee. "Step out of the traffic! Take a long, loving look at me, your High God, above politics, above everything." Jacob-wrestling God fights for us, God of angel armies protects us.
-Psalm 46 (Message)
