No Questions Asked

I'm sure most of you saw the National Championship football game between Alabama and Texas (Roll Tide!). If you did, then I'm sure you saw Colt McCoy's statement at the end of the game.

What he said has really stuck out in my mind for the last few weeks.

"I always give God the glory. I never question why things happen the way they do. God is in control of my life. And I know that if nothing else, I'm
standing on the Rock."


Colt McCoy, University of Texas Quarterback

That is an awesome statement of faith.

How many times do we question God? We pray for something to happen and when it doesn't come about as fast as we wanted or it doesn't happen like we planned, we start asking God why.

What if we had a "no questions asked" kind of faith? What if we spent less time asking questions and more time listening for direction? How much more could we accomplish for God that way?

"But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him." Hebrews 11:6

My brain is sore!

When I logged on to my blog a few days ago, my blog list showed that one of my friends had updated her blog. The title of her post was "My toes are SORE!" which peaked my interest, so I clicked on the link to check it out.

Her post was great - she talked about the Missions Conference we had at church and told about a sermon that one of the missionaries had given. He had talked about our duty as Christians and about being a missionary right where you are.

Well, I read the entire post and there was no mention about toes being sore. So I'm thinking this is an inside joke or something, and it's really bothering me. My mom walked into the kitchen and I said, "You know, it really aggravates me when I don't know what people are talking about."

She looks over my shoulder at the blog post. "What do you mean?"

"The title doesn't go with the post," I said. "And I can't figure it out."

"Well, what's the post about?" Mom asked.

"A sermon that one of the missionaries gave this week."

My mom laughed. "Did she say that she felt convicted during the sermon?" she asked.

"Well, yeah," I say. "So?"

"So... haven't you ever heard people say the preacher is stepping on their toes? She means that the preacher stepped on her toes all night, so now they're sore."

DUH!

Since I refuse to believe that I'm that stupid, I'm chalking this one up to being young. That's what it is, right? Right?