Mission Faithwalk

                    I will sacrifice a thank offering to you and call on the name of the Lord. I will fulfill my vows to the Lord in the presence of all his people, in the courts of the house of the Lord— in your midst, Jerusalem. Praise the Lord. (Psalm 116:17-19)                 As poetry and song, the psalms are sometimes (often?) dramatic. Even when they’re about level ground, there doesn’t seem to be a level ground. Things are either on mountain tops or in the valley of the shadow of death. They emotion of this psalm is gratitude, and when the psalm was written, one of the ways to express gratitude was to sacrifice. It might be said that they’re to throw an inclusive party. In addition to the animal sacrificed, which had to be eaten the same day, they had to make several different kinds of bread to share with the congregation.    ...

                 When I said, “My foot is slipping,” your unfailing love, Lord, supported me. (Psalm 94:18) When your foot slips, what do you do? Last Wednesday, I was helping a friend weed a large garden bed at my church. It’s a “specimen” garden, with a variety of bushes and lots of mulch in a mound, meaning that once you step off the grass, you’re on an incline. I lost my balance more than once and grabbed at the twigs along the branches. It tends to surprise me that something less than ¼” in diameter can hold my weight sufficiently  along its length to keep me from falling. Of course, if I’d grabbed a twig above me, its strength might not be sufficient to hold my weight. It would bend or break, but the point is that the help we need when our feet slip need not be great or dramatic. Dramatic, and possibly great, is what we want and want to give. I won’t go so far as to say that if my foot slips, I want to be swept off my fee...

                 He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? (Romans 8:32) Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, ( James 1:2) Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn . (Romans 12:15) All things ? There are some things that I would like, but thank God, God doesn’t give them to me because they wouldn’t be good for me or for someone(s) else. There are things that probably wouldn’t be as dangerous for me to have, but God doesn’t give me those, either. Some things He could give me would be useless to me. There are lots of things God doesn’t give us, because all things doesn’t mean all things, and we wouldn’t want it to. If all things meant all things , after all, it would include nasty, contagious diseases, poverty, broken relationships, and several other tragedies. One is bad enough...

                  The king rejoices in your strength, Lord. How great is his joy in the victories you give! (Psalm 21:1)                 The first thing that comes to mind as I read Psalm 21 is that God doesn’t give me victories. He doesn’t display His strength to me or on my behalf. Oh, of course, there was Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection. Yes, that counts, but you know what I mean. Ultimate victory doesn’t change the lack of present victory. It doesn’t make me feel victorious, at least not yet. I suspect there are at least times when you feel the same way.                 But, I’ll admit that I tend to have dramatic expectations of victory. I want the explosion of the shark or the Death Star . I want my enemies destroyed or humiliated. I want walk...

                   I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken. (Psalm 16:8)                 You get into your car. Someone gets in the passenger seat next to you, or you put a destination into your GPS/phone. Tell me something. Relative to you, where is your passenger or GPS? They’re at your right hand, and if you aren’t sure where you’re going, that’s the direction you turn to for advice and direction.                 Considering yesterday’s post about discipline, there’s another tip in today’s verse. If we keep our eyes always on the Lord, and keep Him at our right hand, we will develop a discipline of looking to Him and for Him, and (we can hope) of doing what He does and/or what He advises or commands. After all, a GPS doesn’t do much go...

                    Discipline your children, for in that there is hope, do not be a willing party to their death. (Proverbs 19:18)                 According to the authors of Generations , each generation seeks to correct the errors it believes the preceding generation or two made. One result is that the rearing of children swings like a pendulum between too domineering and too smothering, or between too attentive and virtually negligent.  The Millennials were seen, it seems to me, as golden children. They were our future, our hope, and could do nothing wrong, but we expected a great deal of them. The I-Geners or Z-Geners seem to have been, in some ways, the heir of the Millennials, reigning supreme but with no real expectations of them except “self-realization” in whatever form they decide to take it. Others may, of course, have very different ...