You don't need me . . . but you love me anyway

That is, God doesn't need me. Nor does he need you, for that matter. Yet I'm compelled to serve him. I am tempted to question why he would choose me for the work to which I'm called. Then I'm reminded that he is the kind of God who works for those who wait on him, that he is not served by human hands as though he needed anything. So he must have some other reason for calling me. It's surely not because he needs what I have to offer . . .

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Location: Athens, Georgia, United States

Thursday, July 20, 2006

VACATION

The Wises were off to Washington DC for vacation this last week. We return revived patriots. We were somber at the Holocost Museum, elated at the Air and Space Museum, awed at the Hope diamond, cried at the WWII and Vietnam memorials, inspired and incensed at the debate on the Senate floor, and forever in debt to the restaurants who give you crummy food for big dollars. It wasn't the most relaxing vacation, but it did afford us some exercise as we tromped around. I left my phone charger plugged in behind the television in my room, and now I'm finding how hard it is to get a hotel to cooperate after you've paid your bill. Ahhhh, great memories.