It’s not only the name of the dark ale I’m sipping as I sit at the local pub on this “National Drink a Beer Day,” waiting for my growler to be filled. As the emotional roller coaster of this past week screeches to a halt, “Power Jam” seems like an apt assessment of what God has done in spite of me over these twelve short years.
POWER JAM! (what a juicy refrain!)
“Power” fits, because there is nothing our God cannot do, and He has delivered the goods – and the Good News – every single day I have awakened in this place. There is “Power in the Blood,” and as I’ve prayed for “More Love, More Power” He has faithfully infused my life with as much as I can handle – thanks be to God!
And it’s “Jam” because… dang! God’s gifts are sweet! No matter the jams we may get ourselves into, there’s no sticky mess He cannot redeem.
There is no sticky mess that He cannot redeem.
No sticky messes that can’t be redeemed!
That’s my jam!
So I’ll sing it with gusto, frothy mug-in-hand: Our God is amazing! He is my Power Jam!