“He makes my feet like hinds’ feet, And sets me upon my high places. He trains my hands for battle, So that my arms can bend a bow of bronze… I pursued my enemies and overtook them, And I did not turn back until they were consumed.” Psalm 18:33-34, 37 NASB
Saw this as a friend’s facebook status update recently, and I realized something-I don’t feel like a warrior. More often than I would like to admit, when times get tough I wish I could just keep my head down, do my job, and wait for the storm to pass me by. That’s not how life works, and I know it, believe me. Yet oh how fervently I sometimes wish I didn’t have to struggle and fight in certain areas.
Note: this is a bit of a flashback post, as it was written a year or so ago, but I think it still ringstrue.
It’s Christmas, the “most wonderful time of the year.” My favorite season. I’ve been doing some unexpected thinking this Christmas though-thoughts that came from an odd combination of hearing Christmas songs, and reading a friend’s facebook postings describing the current development of their unborn baby. Oftentimes the descriptions I hear about Christ coming to earth, either in song or word, make it sound as if it was just a quick step out of Heaven. A long step, yes. A drastic, humbling step. But just a step. As if one minute He was in heaven, and the next minute He was that little baby in the manger.
Here is something I wrote in my journal a few years ago. Just me mulling over some scripture, but I hope that it blesses and encourages people. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Isaiah 25:6-8 NASB
“On this mountain [Mount Zion] the Lord Almighty will prepare a feast of rich food for all peoples, a banquet of aged wine-the best of meats and the finest of wines. On this mountain He will destroy the shroud that covers all peoples, the sheet that covers all nations; He will swallow up death forever. The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears from all faces; He will remove the disgrace of His people from all the earth. The Lord has spoken.”
Reading this passage about God’s great feast, I think of the Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners I have known. (The closest thing to a feast that I have ever really experienced.) Continue reading →
Habakkuk 3:16-19 “I heard and my inward parts trembled, At the sound my lips quivered. Decay enters my bones, And in my place I tremble. Because I must wait quietly for the day of distress, For the people to arise who will invade us. Though the fig tree should not blossom And there be no fruit on the vines, Though the yield of the olive should fail And the fields produce no food, Though the flock should be cut off from the fold And there be no cattle in the stalls, Yet I will exult in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation. The Lord GOD is my strength, And He has made my feet like hinds’ feet, And makes me walk on my high places. For the choir director, on my stringed instruments.” NASB
I’m sure everyone is tired of hearing about the election by now. Thank goodness we don’t have to see any more attack ads, at least not until the next election. And of course there is always the mandatory overdose of post-election analysis, along with debates on facebook and twitter about the pros and cons of what just happened. Yes, everyone has their own opinion, and yes, you’re entitled to it. You’re also totally entitled to disagree with mine-and I’m ok with that.
Psalm 121:1-4 “A Song of Ascents. I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; From where shall my help come? My help comes from the LORD, Who made heaven and earth. He will not allow your foot to slip; He who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, He who keeps Israel Will neither slumber nor sleep.” NASB
Ever have one of those nights where you just can’t sleep? Maybe too much coffee, or too much excitement, or maybe too many worries. Really, there are a million and one reasons for insomnia. (Ok, maybe that’s stretching it just a tad bit, but you know what I mean.)
In my previous blog post, I mentioned the way this year’s class here at School of the Bible has grown far beyond what we expected. (We already added one new student since I wrote that post, and are likely to add at least two more.)
Today I would like to pick up where that post left off. Thinking about the variety of nations and cultures we have here. In our class we have students from at least six countries (more may be coming), and multiple countries are also represented among our staff. The cultural mix is part of what keeps life so fun.
At first we thought we might have 11…then the first day of class came, and we had 22…then a familiar face appeared in the classroom, and we had a proud group of 23 students…23 became 26…I think we’re up to 29 now? I’m not very good at math, but one thing I do know is that we have a very full classroom. And I love it.