I had a good chat with a fellow today on a bus. It was a rather slow conversation in a quiet corner of the bus. My new friend, B.J., was really rather sharp & a young man in whom God had worked miracles. He is alive. I talked to him a little in riddles & with pretty "advanced" reasoning, and he understood better than some
who claim to have Ph.D.'s.
Though he attends a church for doubters named after the sancified skeptic: Thomas, the little seed of truth has sprouted in his heart.
The Lord was near us as long as we were able to talk in relative calm & peace. (Didn't someone sing, "When anxieties multiplied within me, Your consolations delighted my soul.")
Then a rowdy fellow who tried to swallow the ocean in order live on the land came onboard the bus as it ferried us about town. The noise overwhelmed what the Lord was saying to my friend. (Not what I was saying, but the Lord ... because my new friend seemed to find
joy again, before the rough & tumble of the sea came in).
I think that this peace which is so needed is being forgotten in America. Earlier I had heard a standard radio opinion forum by a fellow who thought he should be labelled, "right-wing, fundamentalist, born-again." (I'm not sure if he knew that the _good_news pertains to Jesus Christ as our King, not merely the latest election or news reports.)
... How different from the temple! How different from the quietness of watching the Lord provide for your family on a farm!! How different from riding across the country side and seeing the many diverse works of God in all of creation!!
Where is the Lord? Everywhere.
When we are on benches talking with people trying to decide which road they will take, while the police patrol to make sure all the roads are clear of debris.
When we are in hospitals struggling for the live of a loved one, while the hospital profits from the illness.
When we are at work, thankful for a little break now & then & for food to put on the table, while some don't know what rest is.
When we are walking in all sorts of weather, and thankful for the way the Lord made the sun to shine on the good & the bad, without trying to evaluate who is who every day.
When we peer past the furthest star & below the lowest depth of the ocean, there too we find God.
His love is inescapable.
I cannot help but wonder if perhaps it was the very babble of the towns that caused Abraham to live as a wonderer. He sought the Lord, & so He has rest today. He saw the Lord, & so can we.
Will we look for Him?
He's looking for us.
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Those are some things I've been thinking about & when you wrote about of Grandpa, whatever his strengths or weaknesses, I couldn't help but think back a little further and look a little further ahead. What we do & say matters.
Mert
who claim to have Ph.D.'s.
Though he attends a church for doubters named after the sancified skeptic: Thomas, the little seed of truth has sprouted in his heart.
The Lord was near us as long as we were able to talk in relative calm & peace. (Didn't someone sing, "When anxieties multiplied within me, Your consolations delighted my soul.")
Then a rowdy fellow who tried to swallow the ocean in order live on the land came onboard the bus as it ferried us about town. The noise overwhelmed what the Lord was saying to my friend. (Not what I was saying, but the Lord ... because my new friend seemed to find
joy again, before the rough & tumble of the sea came in).
I think that this peace which is so needed is being forgotten in America. Earlier I had heard a standard radio opinion forum by a fellow who thought he should be labelled, "right-wing, fundamentalist, born-again." (I'm not sure if he knew that the _good_news pertains to Jesus Christ as our King, not merely the latest election or news reports.)
... How different from the temple! How different from the quietness of watching the Lord provide for your family on a farm!! How different from riding across the country side and seeing the many diverse works of God in all of creation!!
Where is the Lord? Everywhere.
When we are on benches talking with people trying to decide which road they will take, while the police patrol to make sure all the roads are clear of debris.
When we are in hospitals struggling for the live of a loved one, while the hospital profits from the illness.
When we are at work, thankful for a little break now & then & for food to put on the table, while some don't know what rest is.
When we are walking in all sorts of weather, and thankful for the way the Lord made the sun to shine on the good & the bad, without trying to evaluate who is who every day.
When we peer past the furthest star & below the lowest depth of the ocean, there too we find God.
His love is inescapable.
I cannot help but wonder if perhaps it was the very babble of the towns that caused Abraham to live as a wonderer. He sought the Lord, & so He has rest today. He saw the Lord, & so can we.
Will we look for Him?
He's looking for us.
<><
Those are some things I've been thinking about & when you wrote about of Grandpa, whatever his strengths or weaknesses, I couldn't help but think back a little further and look a little further ahead. What we do & say matters.
Mert
