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TABERNACLING 2021: Days of Awe Reflection #10

“No duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks.”

James Allen, author

As the Days of Awe draw to a close for 2021, it is time to enter into a time of repentance for all things discovered during the past 10 days. The it is a day of fasting for Yom Kippur…and then…a holy time to give thanks that YAH has heard and written all the names in the Book of Life for the coming year. 

That is the official order of things. 

That being said, I never have been very good about completing things in order. During my path through the Days of Awe, finishing up my 40 Day prayer challenge, I have reflected, given thanks, repented, danced for joy and started all over again many times.  Maybe it is because I know the Shepherd already.  Maybe the ones who stick to a strict order of all things are the ones who don’t know His voice.  Or maybe – I’m just completely crazy and disordered in a lot of things.  My youngest daughter thinks so – especially when it comes to trying to get me on a budget (which makes my head hurt just thinking about it).

But now, O Lord,
You are our Father;
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all we are the work of Your hand.
Do not be furious, O Lord,
Nor remember iniquity forever;
Indeed, please look—we all are Your people!

Isaiah 64:8-9

This was the first verses that nudged me this morning, and I had to laugh.  When I see this verse, I have a feeling that change is Blowing in the Wind, as that ol’ 60’s folk song sang so many times back in my early days. In fact, the first time I remember finding this verse in Isaiah was back in those early, crazy, chaotic college days. 

Those were the days when I managed a rooming house so I only had to pay 2 dollars for rent and sang lots of different songs which helped me pay for college. With not much money, I furnished that small room in very creative ways. Bricks I found in an alley way. The cedar board that had been the seat in my father’s boat. When put together, they made a pretty nifty bookshelf.

Lots of things got jammed that small shelf – a bird cage, a guinea pig cage under it, treasure books mixed among textbooks, a few quotes and a Bible verse: Isaiah 64:8-9. 

I returned to college a week after my father died. My mom made me go.  I wanted to drop out and stay home with her, but she was even more stubborn than I am. When I got back to my rooming house, I called her. It became a weekly (sometimes twice weekly) thing – and that was in the days when long distance cost lots of money for somebody. It was also when I started to develop a relationship with my mom. I had always been a daddy’s girl, so this was something new. Anyway, after I talked with mom, I opened my childhood Bible and found these verses in Isaiah – or maybe I should say – He put it in front of my scaled over eyes. “We are the clay, and You our potter.” 

His Holy Spirit nudged.  His Son’s voice spoke them into my heart, and I read them over and over. I copied them and taped them to the wall over my bed, in my notebooks, and on my book shelf. I pondered them until the tears stopped rolling down my cheeks, and I had absorbed the wisdom He had been speaking to my heart all along.

No matter what happens in this life. No matter what stupid choices we make. No matter how choppy the sea becomes under our little dinghy selves. His hands are all over the clay that He used when He knitted us together. He is always continuing to mold, shape, and breathe life into our dinghy selves – – – mixing His life with ours.

When I woke up, when I went to sleep, I continued to repeat the verse over and over, until the notes of His wisdom sang life when I thought the music of my life had ended.

The amazing thing is the Master Composer doesn’t stop composing when the notes grow silent. He is not furious. He does not remember the iniquity forever because His Son now stands in front of all who are His sheep. He calls His people by their name and stands beside them when the music ends on one part of the composition – waiting – waiting with the baton up raised – until He breathes life and brings the baton down so that notes to the new composition He is composing just for His sheep begins to sing.

That ol’ Proverb proves to be true over and over: “As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.”  It is choice time for the heart and probably time to change those lenses in your eyes. It is Yom Kippur for the Jewish people. Have you repented of all the things you discovered during the Days of Awe 2021? Have you given thanks? Is your name written in the book of life?

Tabernacling in 2021 has not been easy. He has exposed weaknesses and deeply attached scales that I have ignored over the years. Iron does sharpen iron, so I continue to look up and sing the notes He has given me back to Him in thankfulness and praise.

God is good – – – all the time.

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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #26

My voyage in this life started at a dock called the Edge of Paradise, which was on an invisible sign called motto for that hometown. Presently, my dinghy self is in holding steady in a small inlet that reminds me very much of my childhood dock. This dock sits back from the busier channels where boat traffic is more chaotic, and crazy-rocking waves of passing storms that tend to be more destructive. Have to say, I am content to sit with my toes dangling over the edge of my boat as I watch the storms roll close by with increasing frequency.  But – that is where the work begins. It is all too easy to turn a blind eye to the storms swirling around me when the dingy is just bobbing on smaller waves and not suffering much damage.

“To voyage with Jesus is to voyage in peace, even in a storm.  In the presence of Jesus, we can have peace in the wildest storms.”

William Barclay, Scottish scholar, author

BLIND EYE

No one really knows how this idiom originated.  The first mention in writing was in the 1600’s, but it was in combination with: “deaf ear”. There are multiple references to people actually claiming a “deaf ear” or “blind eye” to excuse their own actions or to not see something that they don’t want to recognize existing in their sphere.

Think of all the things we “turn a blind eye” to in this stormy world……all those things that we really don’t want to see or want to recognize – after all – if we “see” it, we might need to do something about it.  I can easily name 10 things that I am guilty of turning a bind eye to its existence right now.  In other words, I know deep within me its inherent evil and do nothing to stop it.

The scales on the eyes are very thick at times……especially when it requires the sacrifice to get out of our dinghy and get into the storm waters.

“Brother Saul, the Lord Jesus, who appeared to you on the road as you came, has sent me that you may receive your sight and be filled with the Holy Spirit.” Immediately there fell from his eyes something like scales, and he received his sight at once; and he arose and was baptized.”

Acts 9:17-18

Paul was blinded for a short time, so that he might see the world differently, and when those scales fell off his eyes, his world was completely made new. (Ain’t Jesus great?  He does what He says He will do – always!!) The persistent, inciter of violence, persecutor of Rabbi Yeshua’s followers became the strongest defender of the WORD and the Believers wherever he voyaged.  He no longer turned a blind eye to the Truth that Yeshua spoke to him on the Road to Damascus, and thus became one of the most persecuted Believers of the 1st century.

How many storms of sin continue to rock our boats, and we just turn our heads or look with our blind eye so we don’t have to do anything about it. Even some of our churches turn a blind eye to situations in their congregations and towns – not to mention their state and nation and world.

“Therefore, justice is far from us,
Nor does righteousness overtake us;
We look for light, but there is darkness!
For brightness, but we walk in blackness!
We grope for the wall like the blind,
And we grope as if we had no eyes…”
 

Isaiah 59:9-10a

Literally, I still have scales on my eyes.  In October, I will at least start to lose the physical reality of this “old age” scale called a cataract, but I am still working on the spiritual scales that remain in my eyes.

For whatever reason, I remember that 2000 was the initial period of beginning to scrape those spiritual scales off my eyes. Maybe it was because I was in my 50th year, or maybe it was because my mom was dealing with macular degeneration, or maybe it was the start of a new Millennial era.  Whatever it was, I was beginning to realize how I had turned a blind eye to way too many things.

I began to open the tabernacle doors of my tent, and as I spent more time in My Father’s presence, I saw how blind I have been.  So, as I pray that my spiritual scales continue to fall away, I also pray for the scales that are on the eyes of those I love and treasure. I pray for those I don’t know but the Holy Spirit does. I try to do something every day that forces my blind eyes to open a little wider by doing what the Holy Spirit has nudged me to accomplish before He returns.

Open your eyes.  See through the lens of His Truth.  Take a voyage in this stormy world and do not turn a blind eye to those that need your help. 

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Using the Blind Eye

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #18

“Whatever you’re meant to do, do it now.  The conditions are always impossible.”

Doris Lessing, 1919-2013, Nobel Prize winning author

Beautiful LORD’s day.

Several walks with lab girl and even Spooky, Sparkle, Shadow kitty stuck her nose out the door for a short time (she’s just not big on staying out all day – unless it is just the right temperature…in her opinion).

Multitudes of butterflies.

Thunderstorm.

Inch and a half of rain.

Double rainbow.

One baby fledging on the ground saved (hopefully) from black snake just inches away.

GOD’s presence is with us in it all:  EMMANUEL.

“Therefore, the Lord Himself will give you a sign: Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a Son, and shall call His name Immanuel.

Isaiah 7:14

Emmanuel is mentioned 3 times in the Bible and alluded to a few times more.  When I was a little tyke, I thought it was just a Christmas name for Jesus.  Many years later, I finally read Matthew as a seeker; he was quoting Isaiah.  He just added the tag line: “…which is translated ‘God with us’.

Today – GOD went overboard on Matthew’s tag line today.

Butterflies seemed to be everywhere.  The rain was a mixture of rolling thunder, downpour of life-giving rain, sun peeking through the clouds as it continued raining – – – and then an amazing double rainbow that lasted and lasted and lasted.  I don’t think I have ever been able to enjoy a rainbow for that long – especially a double one. All I could do was smile and thank GOD for His presence… Immanuel/Emmanuel.

As the rainbows began to fade, I came in and downloaded the pictures I had taken and for once – a miracle happened – the rainbows, the butterflies, and the snake looked pretty decent in pictures that I had taken. I have never been the picture taker that my mom was. She had the artistic eye.

Miracles seem to happen when Emmanuel is around. His disciples learned it early in their travels with Him.

A wedding feast. 

A mother who nudged her son to start doing what He was meant to do.

He looked at her, and mentioned a few minor complications. It wasn’t any of their concern…..His time hadn’t come yet……  

I’m sure she looked at Him like all mamas can at times such as this.  I’m sure most of us have seen that look at one time or another. Yet, she was a little more than just a mom. She had also known the Holy Spirit as well.  She had been born for such times as these, and in the right spot in YAH’s perfect timing, she was a mother given the authority to push her fledgling Son out of their comfortable nest, so that He might start using His fully feathered wings.  Mamas are just like that.

Do you think He rolled His eyes? 

Sometimes, I imagine the disciples scratching their heads and trying to hide their grins behind their hands as they watch their Rabbi being bossed around by this little woman.  Then I laugh because I can promise you I think I hear Him sigh before he tells the servants, “Fill the jars with water.”

But the more I pondered this today, I wondered if there wasn’t a deeper meaning for the first miracle to be at a wedding feast.  After all – there is a wedding coming soon between a Bridegroom and His Church. In the traditional Jewish way, He has gone ahead to prepare a place for His Bride to live, but He is coming back…….soon.

Just like me, all the disciples expected Him to come back soon, but they weren’t thinking with all the prophecies in mind. Generation after generation of the church has thought that same way – never putting together all the prophecies.  Pulling out pieces of prophecy, they would shout about His coming.  But this is the first time when ALL the prophecies are lining up and right now – as I read Ezekiel, see Israel back in it’s land with Jerusalem as its capital, I wonder if that little Jewish woman is getting impatient to be a mother-in-law. I wonder if she isn’t nudging her Son once again to call out to His Bride to bring her home.

Emmanuel.  

I know as I looked up tonight, I felt His presence and was so thankful.

Then the angel told me to write, “Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.” And he said to me, “These are the true words of God.”

Revelations 19:9

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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #15

“The Lord your God in your midst,
The Mighty One, will save;
He will rejoice over you with gladness,
He will quiet you with His love,
He will rejoice over you with singing.”

Zephaniah 3:17

Lately, this verse has popped into my sphere several times, and every time, it touches my soul deeply.  I don’t know whether it is because of the chaotic times in which we are living or just my own chaotic life, but I know enough that when my soul is touched deeply, it is time to use that verse as a prayer rock.

His WORD is the rock on which I try to stand every day. Using His WORDs as I pray, just seems to be the important in these birth pang days.  When Jesus was in the wilderness, He used His own recorded WORDs to reply to the evil one’s temptations.  How much stronger will we be and our prayers be – IF we follow His example and stand on the ROCK of His WORD?

“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.”

Atticus Finch, To Kill a Mockingbird

In every generation, society, country – the rock of courage has been needed by the people who were alive. The Bible is story after story of people struggling to deal with challenges that required them to go beyond what they thought they could do.  Go to a city and prophesy – get on a boat in the middle of a mighty storm – walk away from the security of being taken care of just in the name of freedom – wake up the morning after you watched your rabbi beaten and crucified……..and then…. they saw the rock rolled away from the tomb.

How we deal with the rocky roads in life, is what the WORD teaches us every day when we take the time to read it.  In these latter days, in these rough days when the world doesn’t make much sense, it is the WORD of GOD that kicks the anxiety – the worry – the pain into the roadside ditch, making your steps secure.  He puts your feet upon His ROCK – His ROCK higher than – and brings peace to your heart.

“Listen to me, you who pursue righteousness and who seek the LORD: Look to the rock from which you were cut and to the quarry from which you were hewn…”

Isaiah 51:1

COVID wasn’t easy for anyone. Viruses never are. Countries falling apart.  Violence of all kinds. Evil incarnate loose in the cities. Covenants shredded. It takes courage to face those things that can’t be eradicated.

The more I pondered and wondered about my devotions today, I kept thinking about Christ being the cornerstone (the rock) that was rejected by our world.  I keep seeing the image of him as he kneeled in the Garden of Gethsemane beside a huge ROCK as He prayed…as if He, too, needed that physical ROCK of His Father to strengthen Him for the dark hour of night to come. A livingstone who was about to lay down His life for us. And yet – Our Father, unbelievably, sees us as living stones(rocks) as well. Rocks that can – if we have the courage – reflect the example given to us by our cornerstone that died for our sins.

This is the quarry from which we were carved by His own fingers.  He shaped us out of the essence of the earth that He created.  Made us in His image. Breathed into us His own breath of life. We just have to have the courage to stand on His ROCK that He has given us to stand on in times of trouble and accept His grace of salvation.

“Coming to Him as to a living stone, rejected indeed by men, but chosen by God and precious, you also, as living stones, are being built up – a spiritual house, a holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.”

1 Peter 2:4-5

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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #12

PT stretches, devotions – check, check

Cataract exam – check

Get lost on the way home (a little) – check

Shoulda used google maps – check

Home in time to hug critters before lightening and thunder open the skies – check

Ate one of my favorite Greek salads – check

Praying for all who stand in the gap and Samaritan’s Purse workers – check

Praying for all people and especially for females in Afghanistan – check

Praying for Haiti: those in mourning, those without a home – check

Praying for wildfires around the world – check

Praying against covid delta and those battling it – check

Prayers seem to be multiplying exponentially.  I wake up in the middle of the night with people on my mind – some close by – some on the other side of the world.  When I don’t whine and reject the nudge to pray, I mumble some prayers until I fall back to sleep. But when there is a hymn or a song attached to that name, I know I need to get to Bible verse praying – now!! 

Last night it was :         

So remember Your people.

Remember Your children.

Remember Your promise, oh God.

Your Grace is enough…”

– Matt Maher

Finally – I can reject the busyness of this Monday, put my  feet up, put a hold on the racing mind, put the Heart Light on and put today’s devotions in the forefront of my mind.  I actually do several different devotions. Usually, I doodle notes and eventually see the path of wisdom that I needed to learn. 

Today – not so much.

I tend to reject busy days since I retired.  I like being able to take my time as I pull all those different threads of thought and weave them together into a coherent tapestry of new wisdom that My Father has sent me. Today, though, was different.  The threads wove together, but it is a mixture that took me a while to unravel it.. 

The words of his mouth were smoother than butter,
But war was in his heart;
His words were softer than oil,
Yet they were drawn swords.

Psalm 55:2

My cryptogram today was Psalm 55:21. Now, I’ve read this Psalm multiple times, but did not remember this verse, so I had to go to the full Psalm, re-read it and then read the commentaries, and blogs that have been written about it. This is one thing I really like about my cryptograms. It isolates a verse and stimulates those electrical circuits to make connections that they never made in the past.

I can’t reject that process since it always works for me.

Then I read the next devotion.  It took me back to Isaiah’s prophecy of the Messiah and was a reprise of wisdom that I had written about a few days back.  Rabbi Yeshua was not held in high esteem by many people. He had his inner circle.  He had followers – some who believed, some who didn’t and some who would try to mold Him into their version of a Messiah.

“He is despised and rejected of men…” Isaiah 53:3

As I wove these two thoughts together, I noticed that they both were about Covenant breaking. YAH always keeps His promises.  He did as he said He would; He sent a Messiah.  He even sent prophets ahead of Him to give them a description, hints of his personality, and even – a timeline in Daniel.

But His chosen people broke the covenant – again, they rejected a promise.

While the people had all sorts of excuses rolling off their tongue (smooth as butter), there was war in their hearts. There words were (at first) were soft and polished with human wisdom, yet behind those words, the swords were waiting to draw the blood of the One they rejected as their Messiah.

Tonight as I slowed myself down, I felt my dilated eyes grow even heavier.  Our culture is still rejecting covenants – physical covenants between nations, the founding covenants of our country, the covenants between family members, and sadly – still rejecting Our Father’s covenants in much the same way as His chosen people did 2,000 years ago.. 

He has given us hints again…descriptive prophecies…even a timeline in Daniel for the final tribulation. Our Father keeps His covenants……and seemingly……..we continue to reject them………and break His heart once more.

Covenants are sacred.  It’s a choice – to keep them – – – or reject them.

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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #11

2+ inches of rain. 

A thunderstorm that rocks on and on.

Porch sitting.

Eyes heavy.

Nap beckons…..but I am enjoying it too much and too stubborn to give into sleepy eyes.  As the rain slows, the plants proclaim their happiness with that heavy, dark, green, sweet smell that always follows a big storm. A walk through the woods and around the property assures me that little clean up is called for, and choc lab girl pouts as she rolls on her back in the wet grass proclaiming that she is still missing her ball.

“In that day you will say: “Give praise to the LORD, proclaim His name; make known among the nations what He has done, and proclaim that His name is exalted.”

Isaiah 12:4

When I was little, dancing in the puddles after a thunderstorm was one of my favorite things to do.  Now sitting on the porch watching is the best thing in this old world (as I’m certainly not about to disclose to y’all whether this 70-year-old still dances in puddles or not). Of course, it would be much better if it wasn’t a sauna in the summery south of NC after a thunderstorm.

Proclaiming is one of those celebratory things we humans like to do at times. We proclaim our sports victory with horns honking and bells ringing.  We proclaim the end of the year with partying, confetti, music and hopefully – a kiss or two.  We proclaim liberty every 4th of July with a parade (and back in the day – an ice cream social before the community baseball game). We announce all sorts of things – almost every day – on any occasion possible.

“The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound…”

Isaiah 61:1

Yeshua proclaimed this verse fulfilled as He read it aloud in his hometown. The Jewish leaders, kings, prophets, angels, and the apostles proclaimed things throughout the Bible. From the beginning to end, the people proclaim the WORD of the LORD. Proclaim those things yet to come. Proclaim the good news of the gospel.

Today, the heavens proclaimed there was a storm on its way, and it came. However, that doesn’t always happen in this world. At times, the heavens proclaim a storm is coming, and nothing happens at all.  The skies darken. The thunder rolls.  The lightening zaps the atmosphere.  But – the life-giving rain never shows up. Rivers shrink.  Plants whither. As all life weakens and searches the skies for a drop of wetness.

The great news – the One who made the Heavens and the Earth is ALWAYS faithful in His WORD when He proclaims something.  What the Bible proclaims is ALWAYS truth. The Bridegroom’s shout will come.  The Bema seat is waiting.  And then – the rest of the Bible’s proclamations will happen as has been foretold. 

As the song said in the movie, Fighting Temptations: It’s time to come home.


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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #9

“It’s never too late to be what you might have been.”

George Eliot

The woods is a few degrees cooler, so that is where I usually end up taking the choc lab girl for most of our walks during the day.   Well – maybe I should clarify this by saying, the woods is where she sits her cute little butt and watches me walk the path – alone. Sometimes, she rolls on her back in the leaves, plays in the water or digs in the dirt for grubs as she patiently waits for me to come back around, so that I will pick up her ball and throw it for her to lackadaisically chase down.  She has been battling an infection the past couple weeks and is in her 9th year of life, so antibiotics have reset her system enough to slow her down……a little. 

The world seems to be in a reset right now.

“The voice of one crying in the wilderness:
“Prepare the way of the Lord;
Make straight in the desert
A highway for our God.”

Isaiah 40:3

Isaiah was crying out a world reset prophecy that would be the greatest of them all in the middle of the His WORD. But think about it, the world had been reset so many times since mankind received its first breath from ADONAI.  It was reset after Adam and Eve hid themselves from His face.  It was reset after mankind tried to build a tower into the heavens all by themselves.  It was reset after Noah walked his family off the ark.

Of course, smaller areas and families are constantly being reset: Sodom and Gomorrah, Moses, Ruth, David, Solomon, Esther, Rehab, Zacharias and Elizabeth, Mary and Joseph……….you……………..me.  We all go through the wilderness at some point, and our lives reset into something entirely new.

Even Jesus had a few resets.

His cousin John came ahead of him into this wilderness.  But I often wonder, what Our LORD thought/felt/experienced as He drew his first breath in this wilderness as a manchild? To go from the One who created all – to a helpless baby – dependent on all. 

GOD reset Himself as a human.

Jesus/Yeshua grew in strength and wisdom until we met him again in the temple.  His parents couldn’t find him.  The looked and looked.  Three days later – they found him in the temple.  GOD-man in the His physical home on earth.  Talking – debating with the elders, and they were astonished.

GOD-man resetting his sphere in this world for what would eventually come…especially the world of his parents.

I often ponder how this GOD-man knew the exact date he needed to start the more important part of this reset process?  Then I kick myself and know that He had grown in wisdom. He knew the prophecies of Daniel and understood them as most could not because He knew the Father and the Father knew Him.

Jesus/Yeshua reset Himself in the river with His cousin.  He reset himself in the wilderness with the evil one who twisted His WORDS, but there Yeshua straightened them out and threw them back upon the twisted head under His feet.  He reset his community when He declared the prophecy fulfilled.  He reset the Jewish community when He rode into the Holy City on the exact day that Daniel had predicted.  He reset the world when He died on the cross as predicted by Isaiah.  He reset all of creation when He rose from the tomb and ascended to His Father – – – just as He said.

Personally, I am ready for a reset.  I am sad to see so many things happening to my country/society/families that I love. I am sad at the divisiveness, the hatred, the violence, the bowing down to idols, the rejection of the Triune GOD. On a deeper personal level, I am sad that my body doesn’t dance anymore, and that PT stretches take up a daily portion of my life.  I am sad that I am not with kidlets as they go back to school, or with the people I love to talk/debate with on a regular basis in the hallways and classrooms. 

But – and this is one of those big BUT’s – I totally am over-the-moon excited about the reset that is ahead of us.  I’m excited about this time to dig into the WORD a little deeper.  I’m excited as I read the WORD and sing praise and hymn songs first thing in my day.  I’m excited as I watch the oil in my lamp continue to burn steadily and not go out.  I excited as I check and re-check my extra vessels for oil.  Most of all, I’m excited as I look up and ask about the best reset yet to come when the remnant is called home and rapture takes place.

“Today, Father, today????”

And then I usually laugh because I know He is shaking His head and laughing with me as He often does, and then I say as I bow my head in awe, “Okay, not today, but soon, okay?  And, as always, according to Your Will in the name of Yeshua Ha’Mashiach, Amen.”


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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days Chosen #1

Abraham Joshua Heschel wrote: “It was in wonder that Abraham’s quest for GOD began.”

Wonder is a word that has fascinated me for a long time.  I “wonder” just about anything that meanders through my brain for any period of time.  When I was a student, the teacher would say something – a word – a picture – a fact – – – and the brain followed a string of “wonders” that usually left me missing out on a big part of my education.  Luckily, I was a reader and could figure out the critical parts of the presentation that I missed by not listening and still pass a test.

Today, I was finished up mowing and caught sight of a couple of squirrels running up and down the tree line and making all sorts gymnastic leaps – and for one of them a huge fall – when a branch broke under it.  I have no clue what I mowed for the next few minutes since I was busy “wondering” about those super, silly, talented squirrels and YAH’s creative designs in all things.

So later, as I was resting my arthritic aches and pains from that exciting chore of mowing, I laughed out loud when I read that quote about Abraham in my devotions. I truly believe that we only have to look at nature, and we begin to wonder and know nature’s GOD just as Abraham did.  Even if the gospel never reaches every person by a disciple’s witness or written word, YAH’s own nature reaches out to every creature, plant, amoeba, t-cell, atom…human – calling them by name and reminding them that He is there – calling them by name and waiting.

“Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine.”

Isaiah 43:1

Tonight, I continue to pray for the for all those being affected by drought, wildfires, famine, and shortages – all around the world.  I pray for countries being torn apart by lawlessness, aggression, divisiveness, and fear. I pray for families that are being torn apart for many of the same things.  I pray for individuals that are dealing with things that they never – ever – thought they would encounter in their lifetime.

I am still.

I am quiet.

I am known.

“The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; He will save, He will rejoice over thee with joy; He will rest in his love, He will joy over thee with singing.”

Zephaniah 3:17

A friend shared this verse this morning from her devotions.  It caught  me as I wondered over the image that took hold of me.  Not only does He know my name, but from the very first word of Genesis, He outlined His plan of salvation just for me – just for you – just for the lost – just for the saved – just for those in denial – just for the world. Status doesn’t matter to Him as He calls to all His children. He continues to be in the midst of all. He rejoices over all. He rests His love upon all.  He sings over…………all.

Can you picture every step of your day? Can you picture Him standing in the midst of those steps?  Can you picture Him singing in joy over every step you took?

The time of the church age is coming to a close. Time to “wonder” at all the steps we are taking.  Time to decide.  Do we throw open the tent flaps as Abraham did to Him who is always in our midst………or do we close those flaps and ignore the One who knows our name and waits just beyond them calling our name?

#Hedrawethnigh  #keeplookingup  #rapture

TABERNACLING 2021: Weedy Woe #5

This is a late post.  The computer died as I was getting ready to load it.  So one week later – computer cleaned up – praising GOD – here it is. Our Father’s timing is not our own, but – it is always perfect.

Been listening to John Michael Talbot on my music app for the last few weeks.  It is a throwback to days that were the precursor for our struggles today. Days full of rebellious PRIDE.

  • Unrest.
  • Off-kilter.
  • Distrust
  • Anger.
  • Riots.
  • Ethnic and national wars.
  • Sadness.
  • Painful
  • Rebellion
  • Pride

The round table in Camelot had broken. As the Bible and prayer were beginning to be prohibited in the public forum, as abortions became acceptable, and sexual freedom proclaimed, parents fretted what the future held for their children.  Children fretted if they would have a future.

  • The Jesus Movement.
  • Drug Culture.
  • Cults.
  • Fear mongering.
  • Bias words appearing in news reports.
  • Give Peace a chance.
  • “Baby-killers” shouted to those who stood in the gap for the nation.
  • “It’s your body” to others who drove to pioneering clinics.
  • “Don’t trust anyone over 30!”
  • Naked Ape – Silent Spring – Population Bomb – Divine Principle….

My soul, head and heart hurt.  The more I watched the anger throbbing through the crowded Quad, the more confused my internal struggle swirled. Of course, as a person who spent more time in the Music building than in the Education building on campus, music was important.

Popular music reflected the national turmoil and struggle. It ranged from old, old folk songs to raging rock operas about murder, drugs, cannibalism, and one that hinted at a more human interpretation of a Christ who didn’t rise – but his betrayer did??

Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes and clever in their own sight.

Isaiah 5:21

The Talbot Brothers were my calm in the storm. Like many in my generation, I was struggling with that age-old transition from my parents’ faith to my own faith. 

  • Looking at the world. 
  • Listening to other voices. 
  • Reading varying views on all subjects. 
  • Researching cults that were appearing within my sphere.
  • Starting conversations on the Quad that lasted long into the night.
  • Sitting in empty churches. (Remember when churches weren’t locked during the day?)
  • Trying on different lens – sure that new was better – wiser – – –

PRIDE cometh before the fall.

50 years later – here we are – – – again.

  • Up is down
  • Truth is false and false is truth
  • Right is wrong and wrong is right

“With pride and arrogance of heart

they will say:

“The bricks have fallen,

but we will rebuild with finished stone; the sycamores have been felled, but we will replace them with cedars.”

Isaiah 9:9-10

A part of this Bible verse was used right after 9/11 in the Capitol (they left out the first 9 words I printed above). As the build-back began, stones were hauled in to NYC to build a new tower – bigger – higher – better. A cedar tree planted to replace the fallen sycamore in front of the tiny chapel where the President Washington and Congress knelt in prayer.  The cedar tree died, but the memorial throws its point high into the skyline.

Did they know they were repeating history (prophecy?) as stated in the Bible – even down to the cedar tree dying?

Since the beginning of time, humanity has raised the fist of rebellion high in the air as if pointing their defiance directly in the face of the One who loves them best.

  • Individuals 
  • Families
  • Churches
  • States
  • Countries

I didn’t think it could get any worse than what it was during my college years.  I prayed for more time.  I prayed to find a way out of my own rebellious state. I prayed to find the narrow gate.

Eventually – – I did.

The amazing thing? Once I pulled my fist out of the way and opened it in praise of the One who loves me even in the deep darkness of my PRIDE, I could clearly see that tiny, narrow gate that had always been right in front of me.   

#TalbotBrotherslistening #Hedrawethnigh  #Keeplookingup

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2021 TABERNACLING: Weedy WOE #6

INJUSTICE:  There once was an Arabian merchant who used his camels to carry supplies to the brick builders: water, mud, straw, tools – essentially – whatever they needed. Although busy, he was not popular among his peers. He enjoyed his fermented drink from early morning to late night – and sometimes – some other things that were much worse. He was miserly, dictatorial, abusive and drunk more than most people liked. That being said, he was competitive with his prices and known to get the job done on time – mostly. It cost more money to make more trips or use more camels, sooooo…. he loaded his camels to their capacity. Had he lived in England, he might have been called a Scrooge who like his strong brew.

One day, being a somewhat focused merchant, he hollered for his daughters to bring him a drink, as he went out to check the days’ schedule. After all, money was needed to buy what he needed. Much to his dismay, he found himself running behind schedule and – as usual – short of coin. He hollered louder for his daughters to bring him another round. All his camels were loaded and headed towards their various destinations, and he still had a load of straw to get to the brick yard. 

Sighing, he berated his daughters for not keeping his wineskin filled, and his sons for failing to get it all the suppliers’ orders loaded before now. He would be late meeting his friends at the local “watering” hole. Was there no one who could be as efficient as he?  Using a bit of the indecent language he was known for, he told his sons to bring out the oldest camel. His daughters begged him to find another way. After all, It was the camel they had learned to ride when they were all children and the daughters had ridden daily since then to obtain supplies and get water for the home. She was special to all of them.

Their father pushed them all away. The beast should have been auctioned long ago, but his sons had neglected that as well. Women had 2 feet.  They could walk to the market place. Every camel must work. Every son must be supervised better, and he would be late meeting his friends he thought to himself once again.

His sons gently loaded the old camel, whose knees creaked and gait wobbled, but they left one bundle on the ground.  After letting loose a few more choice words of his displeasure and slapping the nearest son, the merchant bent down and tied the straw on the camel’s back himself. As soon as he let loose of the rope, the old gal collapsed. Her back broken.

The merchant was undone. He would not make his profit this day. His sons were failures. His daughters were lazy, and his camels would have to work even harder tomorrow to make up the loss. He should fire – disinherit – his sons and hire others. Definitely, he must discipline the daughters strongly. However, tomorrow would be soon enough for all of that. Tonight, he needed a drink. He could not believe the INJUSTICE of this situation.  Life was so unfair.

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back – certainly not his fault, he mumbled as he stumbled off towards the local gathering spot. If only – if only he had noticed, had looked up one more time, he might have noticed – noticed his daughters and sons, tears in their eyes, kneeling on the ground round the old camel comforting her as she died. Comforting her – as they never would their father.

“Woe to those who rise early in the morning

in pursuit of strong drink,

who linger into the evening,

to be inflamed by wine.

At their feasts are the lyre and harp,

tambourines and flutes and wine.

They disregard the actions of the LORD

and fail to see the work of His hands.

Isaiah 5:24-25

Idioms often come from parables.  The middle east is full of parables which is probably why Jesus and the OT prophets used them so often in their teachings.

Adults like short stories.  Kids like short stories.  Add in a lesson, and all humans tend to wander – and wonder –  away still thinking about that short story. Passing it on to others, they continue re-tell it just to see what others think.  Discussing it around the supper table or campfire till it gets narrowed down to a few words – and an idiom is born:

“The straw that broke the camel’s back.”

There are many symbolic interpretations to all the words in this idiom. Why a camel?  Why a drunk father? Why sons? Why daughters? Why a broken back?  Why straw?  Plenty to wonder about and discuss as we digest all the many details of the teaching.

Today – we could even add the second meaning of a “straw”.  A hollow tube with nothing inside. How many humans are worn down to just being a tube with nothing inside of it? A tube used by anyone to suck up anything. I think I know a few.

The INJUSTICE of our world, reduced to a few words: the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup

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