Thoughts from Mark "Hat" Rackley

So from now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view. Though we once regarded Christ in this way, we do so no longer. Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here! All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation: that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting people’s sins against them. And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation. We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God. God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.

• 2 Corinthians 5:16-21

I guess the Scripture fits in some way.  I try to spread the Good News.

But right now, I am feeling a bit unreal.  Unreal in that I cannot put my finger on the way I feel, but it is strange.

Yesterday morning, I wrote a post about Babs leaving Harold.  I had said that she would, but somehow, a piece of me seems to be missing even though I had a plan on how to move forward about six months ago.  I hope you like it.  But still, with Babs leaving (although she never really leaves), I am a bit melancholy.

Yesterday evening’s post is just two away from my wife’s last Bible study notes that I can find.  I have something else that she wrote, but it may be a lot harder to piece together.  After that, I have nothing of hers that is post worthy, and that makes me a bit melancholy.

I think I am still mourning her loss, but I finished the Corrie ten Boom book, Tramp for the Lord, a few months ago.  I have bought two more Corrie ten Boom books that may turn into Sunday Evening mini-series.  So, while melancholy, my spirits are up on that one, but I will finish the wonderful series on Francis Chan’s crazy love first.  My wife loved Corrie ten Boom, by reputation alone.  I doubt if she ever read any of the books, unless it was The Hiding Place.

The story about Sinterklaas back on 5 December was a sweet memory of my wife who made a big deal out of the holiday.  I thought having a fictional tale would be a good change of pace.  But, since it was one of my wife’s favorite days of the year, I am a little melancholy.

Tomorrow, there will be a surprise at Stinker’s Sunday school class.  Something ending and something beginning, but I will not spoil the surprise.  The post will follow this one 17 hours later.

So, in my writing, I have changes in fictional characters, and changes in books to review, but God never changes.  And God loves me.

And somehow, I think He knew that I would have a lot of changes that happened all at once, or so it seems.

And while my eyes get moist at the end of writing yet another fictional story, or God takes control of my fingers in a Bible study and I see something written that I did not intend, I stand in awe of a God that created us with such diversity in our emotions.

And at the moment, I would not want it any other way, no matter how melancholy I might feel.

Soli Deo Gloria.  Only to God be the Glory.