The Central Thread

I was struck the other day by how very often I interpret my world as backdrop to my story. This event impacts me in this way. That impacts me in that way. People I work with are important because of their impact in my life. (And not the other way around...)

Bizarre as it may sound, I too often go to the scriptures looking to them for guidance in my life. Of course, in one sense that is a delightfully good and healthy habit. Except when I forget that the scriptures were not written only for me. Duh. As if that needed to be said. And yet the sneaky underlying assumption courses along as I scour scriptures for God's message for me.

The constant testimony of the Spirit of God and of the holy scriptures is that God is the author of a great Story. And we are invited to be in it.

But the central thread in our story is Jesus Christ.

Why is it I keep living, and thinking, as if I am the center of the tapestry?

The best way to screw up a beautiful tapestry is to try to weave every thread through the very middle of it. I suspect I am not the only one making God's weaving project a rather muddled affair.

Let me adorn your tapestry, O Lord, in the corner you have woven me into. It is enough to beautify the threads around me and, as you desire, with them to provide backdrop to the most beautiful thread of all.