Showing posts with label trust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trust. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

SECOND CHANCE SANDALS



SECOND CHANCE SANDALS

                “Ben…why do you have to keep so much clutter?!  …just look at those old, worn-out sandals!   … throw them away; you cannot keep all this stuff!”

                (patiently, sighing) “…my dear Hannah, I am sorry to upset your sense of order, but you have no idea how special these sandals are to me.  I have had them since I was a small child, and I intend for our little Joseph to get them.  It seems like only yesterday when I asked my grandfather why he kept them around.  I remember his eyes welling up with water and he began to tell me the saga of these sandals…”

                “… are you for real?!  Your family heirloom is a worn-out pair of sandals?  What else did you inherit in the estate, an old, moth-eaten kippah?!  We have to stop hoarding!”

                “dear wife, granddad, as a child, asked his dad where he got those old, dry-rotting sandals, and he was told of an old man, dying in his tent, thirty-five years into “the Wilderness”.  As he struggled for his last few breaths, they called to him his family.  Then, he looked at his oldest son, Tobias, and handed him these sandals.  He whispered into his ear, ‘I wore these sandals, thirty-five years ago when I was one of the “Twelve” sent in to check out our new home.  We failed the LORD.  We had seen so much, but we focused on the giants, not God!  He has purged and pruned us.  You do better!  Trust Him.  God has preserved these sandals for decades now.  When you get there in a few years, He said, forty years, you put on these sandals and march in to take the land, faithfully and fearlessly!”

                “I had no idea … this is awesome …”

                “Oh, there’s more.  Papa Toby strapped them on when they marched around Jericho those seven days!  But, as they conquered the land, he put them up, and preserved them.  To me, they say, ‘the LORD preserves us!’  Hannah, are you not listening to this?  Where are you going with those shoes?  Do not toss them out!”

                “…dear husband, we will NEVER throw away these sandals;  I am putting them up on the mantel for display and protection and veneration.  The LORD does indeed protect and preserve his people!”


Sunday, September 7, 2014

YOU LEAD ME



YOU LEAD ME...

As known by Your shepherd psalmist, David, You are ever near.
He wrote of your leading us in pastures green, beside waters still.
But also through the valley of death’s shadow we go with no fear;
In valleys below, on peaks above, we ever trust in your good will.

The waves may bring us panic; but your voice restores our peace.
Life often drives us to despair; but, in the morning you bring us joy.
Out of the dark, brooding chaos, Your Spirit breathes out new calm.
Confusion created, the fallout of the Fall; but, in You we find confidence.

Loneliness as isolating as darkest fog, is lifted when we feel your communion.
Dispersed abroad like windblown spray, with You we find focused absorption.
From dark, forgotten, hidden seclusion, with You I revel in cosmic inclusion!
Once I felt so very far distant; but, with You comes being especially intimate.

Within, my heart struggles with regret; but, in your knowing smile is relief.
There often is crushing remorse; but, from your tender touch, comes renewal.
Shame pursues with blood in his eyes; but, to you I run and find sanctuary.
Guilt would crush my spirit too often; but, glory, hallelujah, you offer forgiveness.

The injustice and inequity make me weary; but looking above, I am refreshed.
The darkness would render me hopeless; but, your Light shines in and I am cheerful.

No more rebellion from my struggling heart; but I take the cup and quaff submission.
The anger that pride has spawned, will shrink and be gone, washed away by serenity.
Apathy will die its overdue and deserved death; I will soar above on pinions of love.

You are there; and, I know that You care; even before my enemies, I will surely sup.
Anointed, I see the banquet table is set, and the plates sit full, by overflowing cups.
At journey’s end, by your goodness and mercy in your house I will forever be.
So, come what may, whether good or ill, in You, best is worked out of all for me.