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This blog is mostly lighthearted and pretty silly. It's not about the terrible things happening in the world, but please know that I'm not ignoring those things. I just generally don't write about them here.

06 February 2011

Catch Me

My mother's name is Annette. Trust me, we've gotten plenty of net-related jokes out of that over the years (so much that when we taught the gospel of Matthew in Bible bowl a few years ago, I used my poor mother as an illustration for the children to remember that the apostles were "casting a net into the water". It worked, too).

Once upon a time, the minster was giving a sermon series on grace. One week, he told us that we are not under law, but under grace. The next week, when talking about the nature of grace, the minister said, "Grace is a net." Which led my father to make a rather elaborate joke about my mother being in charge-- We're "under" grace, Grace = Annette, etc. I think the minister laughed because he was so happy to hear that my father had been paying attention to the sermon for two weeks in a row.

But I love that. That grace is a net, not that my father has a warped sense of humour. Because I cling to the safety of the ground, but I yearn to venture into the high places. To take risks with my Christian walk. I want to leap out, holding the trapeze of faith, and see how far I can soar through the air-- perfectly safe in the knowledge that if I slip off, or miss my jump, or freeze up in terror, that I will land on a net of grace.

Do I dare leap higher? Trust in God more? Love my husband more deeply? Pray for my family more fervently? Be quick to encourage my classmates? Use lots of adverbs in my blogging, and see if anyone notices?

One of my favourite Christian songs is "If I Stand", by Rich Mullins. He said it so much better than I ever could:

So if I stand let me stand on the promise 

That you will pull me through 
And if I can't, let me fall on the grace 
That first brought me to You 
And if I sing let me sing for the joy 
That has born in me these songs 
And if I weep let it be as a man 
Who is longing for his home

So today, and this week, and this month, and this year: I want to stand. But if I fall, I can do so with confidence that God has provided a net.



Grandpa said...

I thought that's rather nice Su, that your mother's name equals Grace.

I think we can stand tall and jump as high as we like knowing that there's a net to catch us if we fall (and for you there's Annette)

Unknown said...

A lovely post.

Misha Gerrick said...

So beautiful.

I enjoyed reading this.

God bless you and your family.


Su said...

@Grandpa: I think she was pleased, too. :)

@Carole: Thanks!

@Misha: I'm so glad you enjoyed it! God bless you as well.

Anonymous said...

unfortunately in some circles if you talk about the safety net of grace and take comfort in it, people assume you are taking advantage of God's grace. You did a great job avoiding that (without trying, likely), well done!

Su said...

Oh, yeah, I didn't even think about that. I think those circles aren't reading my blog! :) Thanks!

Amanda said...

When I was little, everyone called Annette, well, "Annette." I was at the age where I started to realize that most peoples names were in relation to myself ("Grandma Greene," "Uncle Gary"). So I called her Aunt Net for a while, thinking that was what I was supposed to call her (and that her name was indeed "Net"). I don't think anyone really noticed though, since I was a little kid and still learning certain words.

I'm aware this has little to do with your blog post, but I thought it would make you laugh :)

Su said...

That does make me laugh. I don't even remember that.

You were ahead of the game, though... since my parents never enforced the title thing, I didn't realise that most people address elder relatives as "Aunt" or "Uncle" until I was an adult. I'm sure everyone thought we had bad manners... and that's probably because we did. :/