You know that strange commercial where the woman’s guests keep disappearing, and we discover they have all fallen into the crack of her sofa and are living down there? Keith put his hands down the crack of the narrowest upholstered chair in the house and, like a magician pulling a rabbit out of his hat or endless scarves out of his sleeves, he kept coming up with the oddest things—a Ghiradelli dark chocolate square wrapper, 2 unpopped popcorn kernels, 3 red hots, 2 broken rubber bands, 4 shelled but shriveled peas, a nail file, a ballpoint pen, 3 quarters, 3 dimes, 3 nickels and 5 pennies, a fifteen inch square red bandanna, a twelve by five decorator pillow, and a co-ax cable connector. I am afraid to try the much broader backed sofa—there really might be people living down there.
I know we have all experienced that feeling of being “lost in the cracks.” We have all had applications, letters, requests, complaints, and worst of all, payments, lost in the paper shuffle of doctor’s offices, large corporations, and government agencies. Depending upon the issue, it could cause anything from the minor annoyance of a simple delay to the more serious problems of cut-off utilities or destroyed credit ratings. It’s a helpless feeling, and a lonely one, to know you have done everything right and still this has happened—and no one seems to care.
Now just imagine your reaction if you had not done everything right. You filled out the wrong form with the wrong information, sent it to the wrong address with the wrong amount of money, and you did it all two years late. Not only that, but everything you did wrong you did that way on purpose. Yet a week later you receive everything you had asked for anyway with promises of more whenever you needed it.
You would shake your head and say, “This can’t be possible,” and you would be right.
But isn’t that exactly what we receive with God? In spite of our best efforts to wreck our lives, to sink into the depths of sin and be lost among the myriads who are content to live there, his searching hand will find us if we just reach out and take it. We will never be lost in the cracks.
And Jehovah said, Go through the midst of the city, through the midst of Jerusalem, and set a mark upon the foreheads of the men that sigh and that cry over all the abominations that are done in the midst thereof. And to the others he said in my hearing, Go through the city after him and smite; let not your eye spare, neither have pity, and slay utterly…but come not near anyone upon whom is the mark.
The firm foundation of God stands having this seal, The Lord knows those who are his…Ezek 9:4-6; 2 Tim 2:19.
Dene Ward
I know we have all experienced that feeling of being “lost in the cracks.” We have all had applications, letters, requests, complaints, and worst of all, payments, lost in the paper shuffle of doctor’s offices, large corporations, and government agencies. Depending upon the issue, it could cause anything from the minor annoyance of a simple delay to the more serious problems of cut-off utilities or destroyed credit ratings. It’s a helpless feeling, and a lonely one, to know you have done everything right and still this has happened—and no one seems to care.
Now just imagine your reaction if you had not done everything right. You filled out the wrong form with the wrong information, sent it to the wrong address with the wrong amount of money, and you did it all two years late. Not only that, but everything you did wrong you did that way on purpose. Yet a week later you receive everything you had asked for anyway with promises of more whenever you needed it.
You would shake your head and say, “This can’t be possible,” and you would be right.
But isn’t that exactly what we receive with God? In spite of our best efforts to wreck our lives, to sink into the depths of sin and be lost among the myriads who are content to live there, his searching hand will find us if we just reach out and take it. We will never be lost in the cracks.
And Jehovah said, Go through the midst of the city, through the midst of Jerusalem, and set a mark upon the foreheads of the men that sigh and that cry over all the abominations that are done in the midst thereof. And to the others he said in my hearing, Go through the city after him and smite; let not your eye spare, neither have pity, and slay utterly…but come not near anyone upon whom is the mark.
The firm foundation of God stands having this seal, The Lord knows those who are his…Ezek 9:4-6; 2 Tim 2:19.
Dene Ward
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