What's happening in this funny old world

What a funny place Queensland is at the moment. I know everyone is taking about it and particularly today about flash floods but one thing that has struck me today is the frailty of human life and how sudden something as way out and unusually as a flash flood can mean an unfortunate, untimely and unforeseen passing. The usual saying goes "if I get hit by a bus tomorrow"... Basically it begs us to review and ask the question of ourselves, "where are we going when our time does come... ?"

We all say we know, today I asked myself and as usual I got the same pathetic answer... I think so!

Again as I reflect I realize that's not really good enough. I understand that a humans we question and reanalyze... This is a process as healthy as it is often occurring in my life, but is that good enough... Why do I have days when I'm not sure? Why do I question and why do I constantly have cause on my life to question the steadfast and iron clad nature of my fathers love for me and my eternal salvation?

Ok so I've been to theological college I've done my BTh I know the logical response and can easily find a conclusive water tight argument that all is well... But.

I kept thinking and I know I still don't have any way to absolutely know that I will always be sure and then I realized something. This whole process of questioning the validity of my call for God's help and the doubt that he would give it, causes me to do exactly what it should do... I grovel, I feel sorry and I prostrate myself at God's feet. Reviewing my life, it's good and bad points and then I decidedly hand it back to Jesus. Again and again... I'm sure this is a process that will happen always at different stages in my life. Rightly or wrongly, it's not the doubt that is the issue, the point is that I should always return to God ready for his continual molding and crafting of this ugly lump of clay. It's the time I feel this way and turn from God to find other assurance that I will be right and royally up the flooded creek without a paddle.



Thanks

Tim