Well, I’m back. Thanks for letting me get away. Most people who know me know that I have a serious case of FOMO, or Fear Of Missing Out. I love to do fun, cool things, and there is always something to do. Maybe my cousin is getting married in Hawaii, or maybe a friend is playing in a concert. Or, at the same time, there might be some amazing texts to preach on and somebody else gets to preach on them—and maybe your Confirmation class gets to go to a Trivia Night and one of the confirmands will win $150, and were you there to watch it? No. You can’t do that while enjoying a sandwich on your uncle’s porch in a different state.
This week, Paul also confesses his own FOMO—missing out on the joy of knowing Christ’s love. Sometimes we can forget just how powerful that love is. The day before we got to Hawaii, the island of Oahu held a surfing competition that only can happen when the conditions are just right—strong winds and 30-40 foot waves. It’s called the Eddy, and even the flight attendants were talking about it on the plane. God’s love like that kind of a wave, which is both terrifying and exhilarating. “For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things, and I regard them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ and be found in him…I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the sharing of his sufferings by becoming like him in his death, if somehow I may attain the resurrection of the dead.”
It’s worth it to miss out if missing out means you’ll be finding yourself in Christ. Nothing is as great as Christ’s love, nothing more powerful, nothing more glorious. It is God sharing God’s very self with you.
Can’t wait to see you all again on Sunday, if not before!