Thus He shows for all time the tremendous generosity of the grace and kindness He has expressed towards us in Christ Jesus. It was nothing you could or did achieve–it was God’s gift of grace which saved you. No one can pride himself upon earning the love of God. The fact is that what we are we own to the hand of God upon us. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do those good deeds which God planned for us to do. Ephesians 2:7-10
Light shines in the darkness for the upright; the righteous are merciful and full of compassion. It is good for them to be generous in lending and to manage their affairs with justice. For they will never be shaken; the righteous will be kept in everlasting remembrance. Psalm 112:4-5
In a way it is a little silly… a non-competitive soccer club for children starting at eighteen months right down the street from Heather and Dustin’s. And really, even though Everette’s vocabulary is still rather limited: cheese, dog ruff, cat meow, her 95 percentile height and 45 percentile weight lend themselves to an agility and finesse that ol’ Everette could probably deceive even the most discerning coach into thinking she was a full month older. Well in lots of ways it’s a little silly.
But it is just the tiniest hint of a stretch having seventeen-month-old Everette follow behind Header Voelkel Schaber who still can dribble that ball around any defender and smack that ball into the upper right-hand corner week after week compared to me walking out a righteous life created in Christ Jesus. A life full of generosity and mercy and justice, just like that of the Creator of the Universe.
But that is the plan. From the beginning of time.
And what a joy it is to be part of the plan. And I can remember saying a lot that Little Heather Moon Eyes could kick the soccer-ball before she could even walk, so eager was she to follow in her father’s footsteps. Smack, smack, smack just like daddy.
And last night Everette and I sat on the Sixth Avenue front porch and the lightening bolts smashed and the thunder rumbled and the rain splashed down and everything smelled like creosote. Just like we used to pile up Nicolasa and Anita and BamBam on the front porch of the La Argentina ranch house and watch summer in the sky.
One generation shall praise Your works to another, and shall declare Your power. Psalm 145:4
And that is the plan. From the beginning of time.
And this is the promise, copied from today’s prayer list: Everyone will stand in awe and declare God’s deeds; they will recognize His works.