I really love to ski. Being outside in the snow with the wind rushing over your face and the challenge of keeping your balance through ever changing circumstances is invigorating. Today, the reality of 24hours of skiing over two days has caught up with my body and I am finding myself a little more sluggish than normal. The older I become the more I am recognizing some limits in my life and that is a good thing. We are all so very partial, in and of ourselves, we need food every few hours, we need companionship, we need air, warmth, shelter, sleep, clothes and on and on the list goes. This is the “gift of limits” as one author puts it. When we are young we don’t like limits, in this country we even tell ourselves; “We can do anything that we want!” No we cannot. No matter how hard I try I will never sing in an opera. Not gonna do it! I will never sprout wings and fly. I don’t have enough money to build a rocket ship and fly to Mars, that one bums me out. So limits are all around us and for many years I banged my head against that truth. I rebelled against the idea that life had limits, now after a few decades to mature a little I am beginning to see them as a gift from God, designed to show us that we need Him. Among human beings there has only been one without limits, his name was Jesus.
“For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross.”