It’s amazing what a quiet moment, a rainy Sunday, and a good friend can do for the soul…and the book of James.
“Every generous act of giving, with every perfect gift, is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change,” my friend and I read during our time of centering prayer this Sunday from James Chapter one, verse seventeen.
And so it is that God reminds me that as often as I oscillate between those shadows and those mountaintops, from the villages of China to the streets of Princeton, New Jersey, as much as all that seems relevant in my life might change and shift and move, our God stays the same.
Yes, the same God who knew me and was with me through the challenges of living and growing in China is the same God who finds me here.
It is so easy to become distracted by the circumstances in which we find ourselves, so easy to think our best maneuvers will help us find success, peace, or resolution. But I’m learning time after time, day after day, that God remains my resting place, and if I earnestly seek God during these days, I’m bound to be found by God, bound to be in the realm of blessing, comfort, and peace.
And I’m slowly relearning, in this context, just like any other, what it means to live a life of faith, that along the meanderings of my thoughts yesterday, James says that, “if any think they are religious, and do not bridle their tongues but deceive their hearts, their religion is worthless. Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to care for orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world” (James 1:26-27).
And that challenge, although I know I will fall short, is one I am humbled to accept.