Is God Writing A Trilogy?

January 28, 2025

I Want In!

I hope you don’t find this sacrilegious, but I’ve always wanted to be included in the Bible. Even if it’s just a line summarizing my life, or a list of unlikely heroes-of-the-faith I'm included in. Or maybe I could help record it.

Is it possible the story doesn’t end with the New Testament, and that God’s in the middle of writing “The Newer Testament” right now?

That would make the Bible a trilogy.

Isn’t God all about 3’s?

I could see it starting out with “Second Acts” about the here--and-now training process we're in. This would by followed by a whole series of books that center on the glorified Church ruling and reigning over the currently unexplored universe.

Think about it. Would stories of super-heroes and wars among the stars capture such a passionate and timeless part of mankind’s heart if there wasn’t a seed of Truth in them? Why would they resonate so deeply if it wasn’t a foretaste of the destiny God has planned for us? And these stories would be necessary for whatever layer God is preparing after that.

Eternity will be layer upon layer of endless increase.

"Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end." (Isaiah 9:7)

“No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him and are called according to His purpose. But He has revealed it to us by His Spirit.” (I Corinthians 2:9)

These are the days, my dear nieces and nephews, of God revealing what no mind has conceived. Through us! This story is about us. Sort of. As we fit into it as imperfect heroes, learning to find our place in the Body of Christ as His perfecting Bride.

I firmly believe that all our deepest fascinations, even the sinful ones, are watered-down versions and tiny glimpses into the heart of the God of the Universe. We all know the devil is an imitator, not a creator. He wants to divert us from the amazing mystery of God, and the only way he can do it is through deceiving us into living for the cheapened version we call sin.

That’s all sin is: Settling for a cheapened, corrupt version of what God has created.

And where does it start?

It starts with focusing on a cheapened, corrupt version. Filling our minds with it. Spending so many hours scrolling through social media, you tube videos or TV channels that we have no time left for the TNR PLAEP stuff of Philippians 4:8.

“Be transformed by the renewing of your minds” (Romans 12:2) doesn’t mean, “Be made boring by changing into a straitjacket." No, confines come with sin, not God! God is all about freedom and exploration and discovery. We’ve barely scratched the surface. These are the stories to be lived and told and read.

That is what I want to give my life for.

I want to pen these stories.

And this is super motivating to me, from Romans 8 in The Message:

“This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It’s adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike ‘What’s next, Papa?’ … If we go through the hard times with him, then we’re certainly going to go through the good times with him! That’s why I don’t think there’s any comparison between the present hard times and the coming good times. The created world itself can hardly wait for what’s coming next. Everything in creation is being more or less held back. God reins it in until both creation and all the creatures are ready and can be released at the same moment into the glorious times ahead. Meanwhile, the joyful anticipation deepens.”

Okay, I’ll stop there even though I want to write out the whole chapter and shout it from the rooftops.

I’m planning to start with our oldest daughter. When we were preparing to adopt 4-year-old Anna in 2008, an ad was put in newspapers to get the attention of any biological family who may have been unaware. That’s the day Anna’s biological father found out she existed. Needless to say, it began a season of heartbreak for him, as he was not in a position to raise his newly-discovered daughter. We promised to stay in touch and send him annual updates. But the past few years these were returned without a forwarding address.

Then Anna went on a hunt for him, and found him through Facebook. They built a relationship online, and then she flew out to meet him in New Mexico over Thanksgiving. Her heart was captured, and now she’s planning to move there on March 1. At least for a season. There’s plenty of heartbreak around here as we prepare for her to leave, but anticipation as well. She’s ready for a new season in life. Her childhood and adolescent years were full of trial and triumph, and now as a young adult, she feels like she’s been in “intermission mode” long enough.

So watch for my upcoming post: “Anna’s Story.” I hope it’s the start of many to come. We need the encouragement that, in spite of our weaknesses, God’s got The Ultimate Mystery Story underway and we're in it.

Live your part well today,

Aunt Michelle

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Dear Nieces & Nephews, We had been home schooling your cousins for several years when I decided our days had become too mundane, and “Adventure Days” were born. Once a week, I’d wake everyone up with a mysterious list of items to pack, then we’d drive off into the great unknown. The study desk for the day might be a new library, the top of a bluff, the base of a waterfall, a waterpark in its off-season, a donut shop. Kids had only to trust, follow along and have a great time. Some of them loved these days and still talk about them today. Some chafed and battled. Why? I still ponder my way through the psychology of it. I’d suspect there were two elements at work: pride (“I have better ideas than you; I want to do mine instead.”) and insecurity (“My trust broke when I was a baby and I can’t trust you unless you’re utterly predictable.”) Both demonstrate an insatiable appetite for being in control. And I relate to both. It amazes me how diligent God is in refining the skill set I need to trust Him in each day’s unpredictability. It’s finally dawning on me that the angst in the pit of my stomach won’t dissipate until I let go of my pride and insecurity and stop battling for my own way, which sounds like this: “I want adventure, but it needs to be of MY choosing, in MY timing. I need YOU to be steady and predictable and safe. YOUR job is to (please) make it comfortable and fun, and (please) make sure I look really good to everyone else along the way.” God doesn’t usually go along with requests like this. He loves me too much. He loves YOU too much too. If you feel like you’re drowning today, please learn this alongside me: The very life circumstances that are drowning us can also make us float. The difference is in our response. Lightness and ease will not come from being in control of our own adventure, but in surrendering and trusting the One who loves us so very much. He is trustworthy, even when others haven’t been. Peace will not come when the unpredictable stops. It will come when we learn to float in it. How do we learn this skill? Ask the Holy Spirit for swimming lessons. He will teach you. He will . Just ask. Even if you don’t think you know how to hear His voice, I guarantee He will not give you a snake when you ask for bread. (Matthew 7:9.) He’s the One who knit you together in your mother’s womb. (Psalm 139:13.) He knows every thought before it even enters your mind. (Psalm 139:2.) He certainly knows your language. Pay attention. Make Him your focus, not the circumstances that are making you panic. Then respond. We’re on the adventure of a lifetime together, you and I. Let’s enjoy it! Love, Aunt Michelle

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By Michelle Hauge • February 26, 2025

Dear Nieces & Nephews, “Grandpa Dave” has been God’s gift to our family since both sets of grandparents left early for heaven. We don’t live super close, so most of our contact lately has been over the phone, talking about challenges and breakthroughs and what we see God doing through them. Yesterday he told me that while thinking about how dismal the world is looking these days, he was reminded of Newton’s Third Law of Motion: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. “God is getting ready to release an equal and opposite reaction to all that the Enemy has been unleashing,” he said. I had to wrestle through the concept of “equal” when it comes to God and Satan, but eventually it made sense. God’s not wasteful. I think He uses just enough of his bottomless resources to meet each action with its equal reaction. And here’s another scientific truth we see everywhere: When opposite and equal forces collide, there is a burst of ... shall we say ... productivity ? When it’s opposite electrical charges, there is a spark or release of energy; the intensity depends on the magnitude of the charges involved. Varying air temperatures collide to create a storm. (I could go on, but I'll stop before my simplicity brings laughter to the true scientists among you.) That’s where my encouragement for today is coming from. My life has been a fierce, ongoing storm for some time now. (I’ll bet I’m not the only one.) Every day there is either cataclysmic disturbance with flying debris, a respite of sunshine and rainbows, or darkening clouds as another onslaught forms. The main goal of my quiet times is to lift my chin, focus my attention on the Savior, press on, and hold onto peace. Bill Johnson says, “We only have authority over the storms we’ve learned to sleep through.” Jesus has a cushion laid out for me in the bottom of the boat beside Him, and I intend to use it. Then I'll wake up occasionally to watch the lightning display or pull others to safety. This morning I studied all of Newton’s Laws of Motion, and there is a boatload of spiritual truth hiding in all three. I plan to dive deep and learn as much as I can from them about my Creator because the more I grasp how He thinks naturally , the more I’ll understand Him supernaturally . Without this, I’m sure I will sink. With it, I’m in for the ride of my life. Hoping to find you resting there alongside, Aunt Michelle