O Lord, be gracious to us; we wait for you.
Be our arm every morning….
Behold, the Lord God comes with might,
and his arm rules for him….
In 2003, Jenny Thompson, the Olympic swimmer, came to Cooperstown. She was in medical school at the time at Columbia University, but their students often come to Bassett Hospital in Cooperstown for a rotation.
The kids from the swim team, my own children included, would gather on the balcony to watch her swim during the adult lap time. Sometimes they would sit outside the weight room and watch her train on the elliptical or the step machine. It was an amazing experience for everyone.
Jenny was so patient with her stalkers. She just went about her business, as if she were no different than you or I.
Toward the end of her time in Cooperstown, she came to swim team practice one day to talk with the kids. About twenty kids sat adoringly at her feet while she told a few stories about her experiences and then answered questions.
One of the girls from the high school team asked her if she would “flex” for them.
“What?” Jenny asked. Obviously this was not a question she got every day.
“Will you flex for us?” Becky asked again, a little embarrassed that maybe this wasn’t the sort of thing one asked an Olympic swimmer.
“Why don’t you come on up here and we can flex together,” Jenny responded. She was definitely a class act.
That was the picture that came to my mind this morning, thinking about God’s arm.
Can you imagine what it would be like if He flexed?
God — who is Creator, Redeemer, King.
God — who is immortal, invisible, God only wise.
God — who is Idea, Energy, Power.
I cannot imagine the ripples across the universe and time if He chose to flex, but He is our arm every morning. How amazing is that?