Another Sunday morning and Marcy sleeps in. Going to church was never habit-forming for her before her brother, Lee finally encouraged her to go. After Josh left, attending feels awkward and Marcy feels out of place. Marcy hates feeling like she doesn’t belong and she definitely despises feeling unwanted. At Woodlawn, Marcy always feels unwanted.
The heat of summer has come and gone. Some days in southern Indiana now are warm, almost summer-like. Other days are cool and brisk as fall in Melo typically rolls along.
Then, there are days like today, it seems like it won’t stop raining. Last night, gray clouds rolled in followed by high gusts of wind. Thunder and lightning possessed the evening as the sky changed colors from an eerie green to pitch black. A summer-like thunderstorm brought with it a cool front and today’s promise of non-stop, cool and bitter rain. This makes for good sleeping weather and Sunday is the perfect day to sleep in. So, Marcy does, until now.
“Wow, I must have been tired,” Marcy states as she stares in disbelief at the digital clock flashing 10:00 am. Its red glow is the only light in this dark bedroom.
Marcy arises and throws open the curtains to her room covering a large almost ceiling to floor window viewing the Aboideaux River below. Everything is still and dark. Even the rain has stopped for the moment. Staring out on the quiet street below still wet from flash flooding, Marcy senses a sudden chill reaching down into her soul.
She attacks the chill by beginning her early morning ritual –shower, make up, hair and dress for the day. A comfortable sweater top and jeans are appropriate for an indoor Sunday. A big, loose sweat shirt would be better, but she hasn’t unpacked those, yet. Marcy decides today would be a good day to get those fall and winter clothes out and put away most of the summer wear. October may have a few warm days, yet, so she cannot put them all away.
“If we’re lucky,” Marcy thinks, “we can keep a few lighter outfits out until January.”
This thought is interrupted by familiar music. Her cell phone is singing the tune attached to unknown calls. Marcy habitually starts to answer, but then decides an unknown caller can wait.
“If it’s important,” Marcy decides, “they’ll leave a voice mail and if they don’t, I didn’t miss a thing.” It’s a philosophy she lives by that hasn’t always been accurate. But what she doesn’t know hasn’t hurt her.
Marcy understands the importance of breakfast. She also understands that in a couple of hours, Lee will return home from church and be “starved.” She concludes that she can wait and eat with Lee. Now, she’ll settle for coffee.
It doesn’t take long to make a single cup of coffee. Marcy soon finds herself seated in the living room sipping on a wonderful mug of caramel-flavored coffee. TV is pretty boring on Sunday morning, so Marcy decides to do some reading. Her choices sitting nearby are a novel which was not as exciting as the cover, a magazine which may contain an interesting article and Josh’s book which does not really possess any real fireworks, but it is spiritual literature and it is Sunday morning.
Marcy picks up the novel and opens it to the book-marked page where she left off. She starts to read, but after a couple of paragraphs, realizes she has not comprehended one word. She closes the book and picks up the magazine.
Marcy flips through some pages, forward, then again backward, more quickly. She stops at the Table of Contents and glances through it. Finding nothing of interest, she tosses it down on the couch beside her and grasps a firm hold with both hands to Our Faith.
Marcy, still holding on with both hands, lays it on her lap. She stares down at it, clutching with firm grip. Her thoughts take her to the night Josh came into town. It was rainy like last night and she was soaked to the skin with wet, deteriorating grocery bags in her hand. He helped her, but she was embarrassed. He was handsome and kind. She was neither presentable nor gracious.
It was a Sunday when they first got acquainted. He was great with her little brother, Lee. He was funny and smart. She was still cautious. It wasn’t long before he had won her over, though. He claimed to be Christian, but he didn’t have a holier-than-thou attitude. He wasn’t preachy, either when he talked even of God or the Bible.
Marcy remembers thinking that his friendly, gentle personality reminds of her what she remembers of her father. His charming manner encouraged her to read his book which she now holds in her hands. She felt safe to open it once upon a time.
She opens it, now. She turns to her favorite chapter. She doesn’t remember so much about it, but she remembers it is about romance. She recalls where the book declares the greatest love story ever told – where the Creator became a Man and pursued a people. She never thought about it that way before. She’d always felt you had to be devoted to the god or gods to win their favor. But when she read this chapter, she felt God was devoted to her to win her favor.
At this moment, she feels ashamed. She remembers Josh helping her decide to turn her life over to God. Now, it’s if she was trying to take it back. She opens to the chapter, again.
“’Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves’ Genesis 3:7,” Marcy reads from Our Faith.
“Adam and Eve were ashamed for the first time. Later, they even hid from God – for the first time,” the book continues.
“Shame and guilt are products of the fall,” the book declares. “It is not the way God intends. He definitely doesn’t want us hiding from him. He desires us and a relationship like Adam and Eve had with God before the fall.”
That’s what drew Marcy to God. She wants to know that relationship with Him.
She says aloud. “But I don’t know what I need to do to have that ‘Adam and Eve’ relationship with God.”
Marcy reads further into the book, “’…neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord’ Romans 8:39. What a friend we have in God. When we feel distant from Him, we have drifted and He is calling out and asking where you are (Genesis 3:9). Let’s stop hiding and answer Him.”
“Is that what I’m doing – hiding from God?” Marcy wonders.
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