[This is your reminder that we are fasting and praying during what would be lunch on Monday for three things: courage for men to walk upright and into relationship, courage for us as women to see where we need to change and to change, and marriage for all those who are designed for it.]
So, here’s the question: after one too many dateless Christmas parties or little old ladies at church not asking you if there’s anyone in your life because they don’t want to risk the awkward pause, have any of you signed up for match or e-harmony or some other computerized Yenta service? I jumped back on post-Christmas just because hope springs—well, if not eternal in this arena—at least in fits and starts.
After seeing the variety of matches I received, however (honestly, I don’t know how the criteria I put in generates the matches that come my way), I began to ask God the proverbial, “Do you know what it’s like on the internet dance floor?” And as I sat with that question for a while—talking to God and then talking and praying with some trusted friends (a great couple I know)—instead of the sense of the Lord saying, “Connally, I know, it’s unbelievable. Girl, can you believe it?! What the heck is going on?” a quiet stillness began to settle inside of me. Slowly, I grew aware of this sense, as if God were speaking, “Connally, can you trust that I’m there—in the internet cloud and in the places where people post their pictures on their i-pads. I’m real and at work everywhere.”
With that in mind, I began to reflect on the different men and groups of men I know: random internet-dating guys who post tiny pictures of themselves skiing or faceless guys who have no picture. I thought of the band of young guys at my church—a posse of sorts—all going up to take communion. I pictured the assorted single guys whom I’ve known for a while: we cross paths at parties, lectures, or a restaurant every now and then.
As I reflected I realized once again: sometimes it might feel like a jungle out there, and of course we need to be savvy about who the lions are prowling around, but Jesus is still the King, even of the jungle. He can give us the wisdom we need to navigate the posse of guys (if they are there), the sometimes mystifying e-matches, the tentative conversations and first dates (and 2nd and 3rd for that matter), and even the blank landscapes. He is King and he is good and always at work—on the ground, or in the cloud, as it is in heaven.
So, wherever you are relative to the men in your life right now, as we kick back off this new year, know that our king is at work in you, in me, in our girlfriends, and in the guys whose calls we’ll take, the guys whose names we’ll delete from our in-boxes, the guys whose attention we hope for, the guys who confuse us (and who, in fairness, we confuse), and the guys we do not see. As Paul emphasizes so well in Colossians, Jesus Christ–who made this whole earth–is holding all things together, including, those guys with tiny skiing pictures or no picture at all. Including, even, you and me and our unfolding futures–now and into eternity.