Here's Pastor
Dave McDowell's weekly devotional that he sends out to members of his church.
Dave is my brother and serves as the Music Minister at Stewartstown UMC in PA.
It is said that a picture is worth
a thousand words.
In my case, I would say it is
probably worth that many anxious thoughts.
It's not that I don't like
photographers.
I just don't like what they ask me
to do.
I don't do well in front of the
camera...
When the photographer says the
word cheeze,
I hear the word
freeze.
My face muscles begin tightening
up
into contortions that can be
described as anything but pleasant.
Family
photos,
pictures at
weddings,
reunion
portfolios,
I run from them like a deer on
opening day of hunting season.
Paparazzi in search
of uncomplimentary front page photos for tabloids
would have a field day with
me.
But there are some photos from
which I cannot run.
Every four
years,
I receive the letter that I
dread.
That would be from the state
Department of Transportation.....
time for a new photo drivers
license.
Some people don't like that
letter
because it means that have to be
confronted
with the hard
evidence of
how they've aged in four
years.
I don't like it because I am
confronted
with the evidence that in four
years,
I still haven't learned how to
pose naturally for a photo.
And so I went to the local DOT
licensing branch,
intentionally choosing a time when
I thought
that would be few people there to
witness my discomfort.
I made the correct
decision,
only one person there ahead of
me.
That was, until a good friend from
church
came in moments after
me.
Busted.
I now had a witness to my
humiliation.
The attendant took my current
license and said,
this will be
quick.
Little did she know what she was
in for.
Now smile and say
cheese.....
SNAP!!!
I think we can do better than
that
she said in response to my frozen
smile.
I knew I was in
trouble.
My friend was loving
this.
Let's try
again,
the attendant
said.
Now just
relax.
For me,
now just
relax
is a phrase reserved
for
dentists with
drills,
medical lab technicians with
needles,
and doctors just before they yank
on dislocated bones.
I was ready to do anything but
relax.
That's when I saw the fly on the
ceiling.
SNAP!!!
Let's be sure to look at the
camera this time,
the attendant said with a tone in
her voice that indicated
she would have had an easier time
photographing a kindergartner.
Good one,
my friend called
out.
I began to feel beads of
perspiration
on my
forehead.
I was beginning to feel the
pressure.
Now I am used to pressure filled
moments....
Sightread a piano score for a
rehearsal,
no
problem.
Get up and offer a prayer on the
spot,
piece of
cake.
Multi task a schedule of work,
building a house, & family,
got the T-shirt on that
one.
Take a photo with a natural
expression of happiness on my face?
I'm toast.
Just think about something you
enjoy,
the attendant
suggested.
So I started to
think,
and
ponder...
SNAP!!!
Apparently,
my thoughtful
pose
isn't very complimentary
either.
My friend was
howling.
This was going nowhere
fast.
Let's try one
more,
she said.
There was a hint of
desperation.
How about your best Christmas
present ever....
SNAP!!!
I'm not
sure,
but I don't think your best
Christmas present ever
should make you look like you are
constipated.
In baseball,
you are given three
strikes.
I was already 0 for
4.
I'm not sure
why I have so much trouble posing
for a photo...
Perhaps, I try too
hard.
Maybe I over think the
box.
Whatever the
reason,
I had 4 photos to choose
from,
and they were all
disasters.
I envisioned police officers,
cashiers,
and bank tellers for the next four
years,
bursting out in
laughter
the moment I gave them
my license.
SNAP!!!
The attendant out of
desperation,
took a shot without
warning.
Sometimes, we just try too
hard.....
Too hard to impress
others,
Too hard to make everything go
just right at events we host,
Too hard to appear that we have
our acts together.
Too hard at being the humans we
think we are to be.
And the result often is a snapshot
that isn't accurate of who we are.
Jesus saw through people who tried
too hard.
Nicodemus couldn't
understand what it meant to be born
again,
until he realized it wasn't about
obeying religious rules.
Zaccheus didn't understand how to
be a giving, compassionate human
until he stopped working and
relaxed at table with Jesus.
The woman at the well had been
looking to quench her spiritual thirst all her life,
and only found Christ once she
stopped looking for temporary fixes at neighborhood wells.
Sometimes we try too
hard,
and in the wrong
ways.
And the results often are not
pleasing nor fulfilling.
I don't need a photograph of who I
think God wants me to be.
It wouldn't be very complimentary
anyway.
What I need is to relax in His
amazing love for me,
to live out the life that He intends for me,
and to share that unique life with
others.
The result will be a photograph of my life
that is pleasing in His sight and in my photo
album.
The next time they tell me to say
cheese,
I will say Jesus
instead.
That brings a real smile to my
face every time.
I will be glad and exalt in
Thee!
Psalm
9:2
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