“Not my favorite,” my 3-year-old nephew says when served food he doesn’t like or want. “Not my favorite,” I thought about the weather this morning, driving my son to 5:45 am swim practice. Cold, rainy, with slushy snow this afternoon according to wunderground.com. Yuck! I’ll be damp all day and Global Women attendance will be low or nil and I have to go out twice tonight to drive kids.
If I think hard (not too hard) I can probably come up with even more about which to complain. Complaining is a spiritual malady, of course, grounded in certain assumptions; the main two being that I am entitled to my favorites every day; my favorite weather, my favorite meal, my favorite schedule, and that my needs/wants should always trump the needs/wants of others.
So the struggle between Christ and culture lives on ~ in me and in the life of the church too. Which shall interpret the other? Which shall rule our thoughts, hearts and attitudes? Complaining, if only in thought, amounts to the rejection of grace. When I complain I push away the plate full of time, space, opportunity, connection and joy this day might otherwise contain. “Not my favorite,” I say to God, imagining God doesn’t hear, doesn’t mind, isn’t disappointed at the sight of me tuning out and turning away to wait for a better time to be blessed.
Jesus is everywhere. Holiness abounds. They are not bound by the weather or my attitude. And who knows: maybe in less bright light Jesus becomes all the more visible. Whatever the weather, may we be found looking, expecting and full of joy! Peace & Prayers, pastor annette
 Reinhold Niebuhr, Christ & Culture, 1956