Krista Lynn Campbell

Captain Kirk’s chair

When I am home, I live in sweat pants. To be completely truthful, I also wear sweat pants  in public too. (I know you feel sorry for my husband and for the general public.) I just want to be comfortable. I want to feel at ease and be relaxed plus I have lowered the bar considerably as far as my appearance goes. ( I know you really feel sorry for my husband.)

After I get into my comfortable sweat pants, I climb into my big, soft, comfy do-it-all chair. My husband gave me this amazing chair for Christmas. We call it “Captain Kirk’s chair” from Star Trek. It does it all: reclines, swivels and rocks in 360 degrees. It is awesome. image

As I sink down into it, I am swallowed up. Ahhhh. I am in my happy place.

I open up His Holy Word and begin spending time with the Author. I am completely comfortable. I can say whatever comes to mind; all the good, the bad, the messy and the really ugly. This is me-being-the-real-me place; the real me no one else wants to see or gets to see. (Not even my husband. Sorry, honey.) I can be myself without any fear of rejection or condemnation. There is no pretending or masquerading like I tend to do imagearound people. (How are you? Oh, I am fine.) The mask is off and the kleenex are out.

In this quiet time, all is right in the universe and the Federation, just like when Captain Kirk is at the helm of the USS Enterprise. Me and God in Captain Kirk’s chair are ready for the Klingons and the Romulans. He can handle all my issues and a tribble infestation too. (“Trouble with Tribbles”, Season 2, Episode 15) image

During our recent time together, I was reminded of His Power in the showdown on Mount Carmel in 1 Kings 18.  Instead of strange aliens, the battle is between my God-of-Everything and Baal.

The stage is set: two altars and two bulls. The god who answers by fire- He is God.  

Baal is up first but he is a no-show. Now, it is God’s turn to remind His people how powerful He is. After drenching the altar with 12 large jars of water, Elijah prayed.

Then the fire of the Lord fell and burned up the sacrifice, the wood, the stones and the soil, and also licked up the water in the trench.

1 Kings   18:38 (NIV)

Boom! I love it. Far better than Mr. Sulu firing the photon torpedoes. Reading this passage while sitting in my Captain Kirk chair, I am in awe and I am pumped! I join in the chant, “The Lord – He is God! The Lord – He is God.” (v. 39)

When it is time to leave my comfortable chair and put on normal (but restrictive) pants, I can explore His World, I can seek out those who need to know Him, and I can boldly go because God is already there.

Let’s Walk Worthy!

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8 thoughts on “Captain Kirk’s chair”

  1. Sweats, the chair, and Star Trek. You hit the trifecta. Captain, request permission to transport fat cells to Tribble coordinates for food supply. Also request permission to include flip flops in ship’s uniform requirements. Lovin’ your blog! 👍🏻

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