Coin Flipping

Trygve and Kristen Johnson

READ : Isaiah 64:8-9

O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our
potter. (v. 8)

When I was growing up, my dad would meet friends every morning at a local restaurant for some bad coffee and good conversation. Sometimes he would let me tag along. I would belly up to the table and hear the gathered voices laugh as they told story after story. Then, as if on cue, each man pulled out a silver dollar coin to flip and see who would pay for that morning’s cup of conversation.

One morning my dad handed me his coin. “Really?” I said. All the other men nodded with approval. On the count of three I flipped my father’s coin. “Heads,” I said. I left the table walking tall. I was reminded of whose I was: I was my Father’s, and my hands were an extension of his.

I feel the same pride after reading Isaiah. The prophet reminds us of whose we truly are: we belong to God. We are the work of God’s hands, created and molded by God our Father. This Advent, as we gather around God’s table, telling his stories, let us remember who we are. Let us be thankful for the God whose hands molded us into being and who continues to shape us to be his people.

– Trygve


God, as we gather around a table telling stories we remember, O Lord, you are our Father.