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VISION 2020: Email Wisdom: Corona virus 2020

Got this poem from my daughter this morning and thought it was worthy e-mail wisdom to pass along.

As we enter into a time of fasting and national day of prayer, it is good to consider these things. Meditating on Ps 91 today:

“This I declare about the LORD:He alone is my refuge, my place of safety;He is my God, and I trust him.For He will rescue you from every trap and protect you from deadly disease.He will cover you with His feathers.He will shelter you with His wings.His faithful promises are your armor and protection.” v.2-4

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Part II:  “The first action to be taken is to pull ourselves together. If we are going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb, when it comes, find us doing sensible and human things — praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts — not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs.”
— C.S. Lewis

Part III:  With all the schools in OH closing (NC not far behind – and now officially closed down), don’t forget to ask teenagers or college kids to help out if you need babysitters in the coming weeks. Teenagers/college students – don’t expect to get rich. Households are a little short of money. Send cards to senior citizens in nursing homes.  Have the kids make artwork and cards for senior citizens – or nurses – or doctors who are serving on the front lines.  Just remember – GOD’s got this. All we have to manage is the details, and YOU’ve got that.

Pray for the medical personnel and those in leadership positions.

Pray for revival. Nothing better than revival to beat the evil one and his minions.

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VISION 2020: Leap Day Faith

After leaping into physical therapy before Christmas, I leaped into a gym routine. It has been one month of going to the gym 3 or 4 times a week. In that time, I’ve figure out 4 times is probably a bit much for this 68 year old – at least for now. I’ve also figured out that when there is a salt water pool and hot tub, spending two hours at the gym is not such a bad thing.

Ride 3 miles on the bike –
Contort the body on a huge rubber ball –
Increase reps to 15 on three different machines –
All the while –
Remembering to breathe and use those dreaded core muscles.

“I do not like them. Sam I am. I do not like green eggs and ham”…or working out.

Did I say I was tired yet? Well – I usually am, but I make another leap and switch to pool.
Pool stretches, bouncing, walking, swimming, leaping…
And then –
The thing that one thing that always keeps me leaping…

The hot tub for 15 minutes. Soothing, bubbling warmth with plenty of PTL’s for getting through another session.

“My heart leaps for joy,
and with my song I praise him.” Ps 28:7

My choc lab girls don’t exactly leap for joy with me spending more time away from them, but they sure leap for joy when we get the ball and take our walks. No matter how tired I may be after I get home, we all enjoy a walk in the woods and a few balls dropped in deep, dark holes. It is then I usually take a leap of faith and hope that the snakes aren’t awake yet and hiding in that hole.

As the girls leap into the leaves and roll around, I find myself talking to My Father, reciting Bible verses that pop in my mind, or singing some favorite hymns. His presences seems to make the skies a little brighter, the birds’ song a little sweeter and the squirrels a little funnier as they leap over my head and keep us company. My earthly father used to say he felt closer to GOD fishing than in church. I can understand that a little more these days.

The “Leap of Faith” phrase isn’t found in the Bible. However, the stories that the WORD contains is full of illustrations of the people who did.
Abraham walking his son up a hill.
Noah building a boat in a desert.
Esther asking for an audience with her husband king.
Ruth leaving her home for the love of her mother.
David facing a giant with 5 small stones.
A young woman and man believing an angel’s messages that they would be parents of the Mashiach.

I have found that Leaps of Faith happen when we least expect it – or often – want it. Sometimes you just need to go to the gym of faith.
Build up the muscles.
Increase the stamina.
Work on breathing through those last couple of stretches/miles.
Focus on the WORD.
Seek His presence.
It is then that you will Leap for Joy in that Leap of Faith, just as all the our ancestors have down down through time. Read the Book. It is full of their stories and their Leaps of Faith.

“Rejoice in that day, and leap for joy, for behold, your reward is great in heaven, for their fathers did the same thing to the prophets.” Lk 6:23 narnia (2) [google image]

VISION 2020: Quiet Time

Lately, I have noticed that noise filters through almost every minute of my existence. From the moment I open my eyes to pulling the covers up over my head at night, there is some kind of sound drifting into my ears. The constant pulsations of TV, radio, social media, podcasts, music, furnaces, dishwashers – even the once silent rooms of any library of our society are humming with sound.
 
Not sure why this aspect of life has started to bother me, but it has. I’ve also found, that old habits are hard to break.
 
“Quiet is the think tank of the soul.” Gordon Hempton, acoustic ecologist
 
As I considered this quote over the last few days, I thought about all the “Quiet Times” of my life. What made them so special that even decades later, the clarity of the experience is overwhelming? The emotions – the images – the thoughts are imprinted deeply and I would not trade them for all the noise that surrounds me on a daily basis.
 
I miss my “Quiet Time”.
 
“Go out and stand before me on the mountain,” the LORD told him. And as Elijah stood there, the LORD passed by, and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain. It was such a terrible blast that the rocks were torn loose, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper.” 1 Kg 19:11-12
 
Old habits are hard to break. When did noise have to start as soon as I wake up? Why do I think I need it to fall asleep? Why does a quieter version in the form of soft music fill my small library at school?
 
Today, I shut the music down in my library. I wanted to remember what it was like to work in silence. Long ago when I was a page for my hometown library, the nosiest thing I remember was the sound of a fan on a muggy, hot summer afternoon. The rustling of newspapers by the senior citizens who came in every day to read them. Students slumped at the round tables scattered throughout the narrow room, turning the pages of their notebooks or books (or passing notes back and forth),
 
When the head librarian whispered, everyone heard her, stopped what they were doing and paid attention.
 
That was the AWE of the “Quiet Time” being broken.
 
I think that is what has bothered me. It is harder to hear as we age. Noises side-track us, and we miss the small voice or certain pitches amid all the other sounds. The loud raucous noises in this physical world have gotten to the point that the windstorms of sound blast our ears; the earthquakes vibrate under our feet, and we stumble into pits of endless, repetitive auditory nonsense until the fire threatens to eradicate our hearing altogether.
 
The Whisper.
 
Sadly – we often miss His whisper. That gentle, soft voice that comes in the “Quiet Times” of our lives. The times when we shut the noise of the world away and open the door where harmony awaits.
 
Tonight, I shut off the TV, the music, the man-made chaos and went outside to check in with My Father. The peeper frogs were singing in the rain, and an animal was scuttling somewhere in the woods. It was not silent, but it was His creations that were making noise – and somehow – it was still a “Quiet Time”.
 
A “Quiet Time” in His presence amid all He had created. And it was good, because He waiting for me – just like He said He would – just like He always does. The dogs sat by my side in the rain, as we talked. Even the old girl, who hates getting wet, nudged the side of my leg as she wiped her head on my leggings.
 
I think I’m going to try to extend these “Quiet Times” into even more of my day … and night.

“The LORD is near …” Ps 145:18

“Make sure of that one fact, that my everlasting Father takes care of the hairs of my head; that my heavenly Father watches over me with a love that never falters and with a patience that is never exhausted.”~Rev Dr John Cummings, 1807-1881

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GET WISDOM

Sunshine + rain + some kind of high pressure that is pushing 
that old bag of wind Florence further South = humidity overload to the nth degree.

The head hurts.

It has been a humid summer. Even most native North Carolinians have wiped their brow a few times. Today was no different until about 6:00 when the girls and I stuck our nose outside. The humidity had dropped (a little). Enough that we decided to take our rambling walk down the hill to the neighbors.

I love these walks because the girls are happily exploring, sniffing out new aromas, chasing random squirrels that drop out of a tree, and eventually – checking back in on me. As for me, it is the quiet of the neighborhood and my time to try to listen a little harder to my Father. I have this tendency to talk or think too much. Getting outside – whether walking or sitting on our swing – is my quiet time. Which – believe it or not – is really hard for me.

“The beginning of wisdom is: get wisdom.”~Prov 4:7

As much as I like being by myself, I am not a quiet person. I talk to myself. I write stories in my head, Songs may interrupt me at any time. I tend to have this running commentary going on in my head at all times. Meditation is extremely SO hard. If I am quiet – I’m generally asleep within 5 minutes. So listening to God is hard – – – really, really hard.

So today as the sun was setting, I was doing my best to listen and suddenly, last night’s dream popped into my mind. I remembered I was dreaming in French. Now you have to understand that I hated learning French and don’t really remember much. But I understood everything last night – even the song that was being sung by a bunch of dancers in white – except for one. That one had a copper skirt that only showed when she kicked her feet up in the air.

I figured my mind was getting me off track again, so I prayed a little on some prayer requests circling around and tried to still my mind again. By that time, I found a rock that had moss growing on it, and I had to take a picture of it, right? Then the dogs were under foot and smiling at me, so I had to stop and talk to them. Do you see why being quiet is so hard for me?

“Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim You, who walk in the Light of Your presence, LORD.”~Ps 89:15

I tried a couple more times before I finally just smiled up at my Father, shrugged my shoulders, and asked for His forgiveness for not being a good listener, and I swear I could almost hear Him laugh and I was thankful.

Earlier today, I was reading about the shofar blasts that are used during High Holy Days. There is one blast that is a series of 9 notes. The word for it is “teruah”. It is also the original Hebrew word that is used in Ps 89:15. It is usually translated as “to acclaim” in English. Jewish wisdom looks at it slightly different. They say, “Blessed are those who know the secret of the sofar blast…”

Can you keep a secret?

The first shofar was created after God showed His grace, His mercy and His love to Abraham and Issac by providing a sacrifice. Thus, to hear a shofar is always a reminder of His mercy – His grace – His love to all people. A reminder that when we, as a people blow our horn and are able to accept responsibility for our foolishness – our sins – all on our own, God doesn’t have to correct our behavior for us. Instead, He can blow His grace, His mercy and His love over us and smile.

Starting the 4th day of the High Holy Days – a little wiser and a whole lot more thankful that My Father certainly knows and loves my heart and hopefully, as I grow a little wiser, my heart will be a little more like His. 

“Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God.”~Matt 5:8

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Glimpse of Grace

For the past few weeks my head has been full of the thickness of the new spring. Spring pollen does not bode well with aging sinuses and words don’t come easily when the brain is fuzzy, befuddled, and swirling in mild circles.

However, like in most things, there is always the flip side of the coin.The good thing about feeling slightly yukky but not really sick is I do a lot more reading and pondering of ideas that I normally just throw in a file to think about later. Hmmm – – – does that even make sense? I think it does.

Unclench your fists
Hold out your hands.
Take mine.
Let us hold each other.
Thus is his Glory
Manifest.~MLE, Epiphany p.9

My Breadcrumbs journey let me back to a couple of books I found almost two decades ago – both written by Madeline L’Engle. Glimpses of Grace (devotional) written in 1995 and The Weather of the Heart (poetry), 1978,2001. I’ve read both of them before but decided it was time for a re-visit.

I’m glad I did. 
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Trust in the LORD, and do good; dwell in the land, and follow after faithfulness. Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.”~Ps 37:3-4

For me, reading something the first time is like visiting a room. You walk around, 
notice a few things that catch your attention, 
enjoy your time there, 
and then close the door when you leave with a smile on your face. Re-reading a book is actually sitting down, soaking in things you never noticed the first time around, absorbing the nuances of the colors – light – shadows, and the craftsmanship that went into building it.

To the impossible: Yes!
Enter and penetrate
O Spirit. Come and bless
This hour: the star is late.
Only the absurdity of love
Can break the bonds of hate.~MLE, Annunciation, p.36

Re-reading the WORD is much the same. I was re-reading Psalm 37 today. I’ve read this Psalm many, many times and never noticed the insertion of the Jewish alphabet between verses. It looked like a shorter Psalm 119. Today I was reading it in my Catholic version of the Bible which sent me on a Bible search for other versions. Sure enough, when I looked on Bible Hub there are several other versions that include the Jewish word or letter.

I’m not sure why this was important today, but it was. When our brains are fuzzy and the world is pulling at our time, it is the little things we sometimes miss in our reading of His WORD. Often we need to revisit the room that we think we already know. 
Take a chair. 
Sit for awhile. 
Let the nuances soak into our very being. 
Absorb the colors. 
Let the Light cascade over us 
and catch a Glimpse of Grace.

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But the salvation of the righteous is of the LORD: he is their strong hold in the time of trouble. And the LORD helpeth them, and rescueth them: he rescueth them from the wicked, and saveth them, because they have taken refuge in him.”~Ps 37:39-40   

 

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GRATITUDE ATTITUDE 2017 #8

About 7 days prior to Halloween, I start putting the candles back in the windows so that all the windows are filled by Halloween. It is my own little tradition. I don’t think Hubby or anyone else in my world notices, but I do.

The sun sets earlier. Daylight savings time kicks back to regular time. And since Halloween has become a much “darker” celebration than I remember it being as a child, I feel like I need to put a little light into the night.

It makes me very thankful to have a Light in the darkness.

“For thou wilt light my candle: the LORD my God will enlighten my darkness.”~Ps 18:28

Candles in the windows are so easy these days. A couple batteries. A solar sensor that recognizes the darkening skies or lightening skies. Poof! A Light, barely distinguishable during the day, becomes a welcoming beacon in the night. A light that speaks of home, of warmth, of love, of dreams yet to come. A place where everything is RIGHT with the world.

I bumbled around tonight trying to find a wrap up for this Gratitude Attitude, I was clicking my way through a lot of different Roku options, and I found an old film called “Beyond Christmas”. In 1940, it was originally labeled, “Beyond Tomorrow”. Surprise – surprise – as I sniffled my way through the ending, the main character drove home the theme of the whole movie with this quote:

“Sometimes we have to go to the darkness alone before we can see the Light.”

On this 312th day of my 67th year, I am still amazed at how Our Father uses all things to work for His purposes. Here I am struggling, wondering how I am going to tie all of this together, and He just hands it to me, “Sometimes we have to go to the darkness alone…”

It has been a year fraught with many tragedies. It has also been a year abounding with bounteous blessings. We tend to ignore the Lights around us when everything is light, but when the darkness descends, those Lights are an essential guide to bring us home. I am thankful for the LIGHTS in the night that have guided me and perhaps – perhaps – my Lights in the darkness will guide someone else as well.

“Then the righteous will shine as the sun in the Kingdom of their Father. Whoever has an ear that will hear, let him hear.”~Matt 13:43  [google images]

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RATIONS 100 DAYS! #81

It’s 11 days to the election. Early voting has started in most states that allow it. Words are ugly and getting uglier: nasty, criminal, deplorable, irredeemable
“Remove vexation from your heart, and put away pain from your body, for youth and the dawn of life are vanity.” — Ecclesiastes 11:10 (ESV)
My prayers for this country and its leaders continues every night at 6 P.M. during the 1942 American Prayer minute, and if I don’t quite make it at 6, I know that there is a place where time doesn’t matter. It is the same place where every person that is covered in any kind of sin IS redeemable.
It is time to start using wise words that express the beauty, the wonder, the awe of each individual instead of the ugly, dark words. According to ancient rabbinic tradition, Solomon knew this when he wrote, “Remove vexation from your heart…” Vexation in the original Hebrew should actually be translated “anger”.
Remove the anger. Clean the dark glass. Find the blessings in each of the next 11 days.
Grace and Salvation are always found in the Light and may we come together again as a nation.
1942 Daily Rations: “Jehovah is my light and my salvation: Whom shall I fear?~Ps 27:1
“Dense forests creep up to the very edge of the deep-blue waters of Lake Tahoe in the high Sierras. All about the sore are hundreds of campers, but during the day a person may paddle for hours in his canoe with a feeling that he is alone. Only when night does does the glow of many campfires make him aware of comradeship- – -the presence of life.
“So often in the bright daylight of our lives various interests and activities claim our attention so fully that the presence of the living Christ becomes obscured. Then comes darkness. A loved one is taken away. Storms of conflicting emotions arise. But in the darkness we see a strange light, the brightness of God’s glory- – -Jesus Christ the Light of the world- – -and our hearts burn within us. Darkness comes that we may see the light.
“The two men on the way to Emmaus had reached the darkest depths of despair when Jesus appeared and there was light. Paul on the way to Damascus had reached the deepest abyss of his life when suddenly the light of Jesus appeared.
“Read: Luke 4:18,19; John 8:12; 1 John 1:5-7
Prayer: O Lord, let us not fear, for thou art our light and our salvation. Though we walk through the valley of the shadow thou art with us. Amen.”

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RATIONS 100 DAYS! #72

Long ago, I fell in love with stories. Really — I fell in love and devoured as many books as I could carry home or that would fit in my bicycle basket. Remember there were no book bags in those days and our parents certainly wouldn’t think of hauling us anywhere. There was only one car per family, and it usually went with the parent who needed it the most. In my case – Dad walked to work and mom drove the car on most days.

Today – I found one of those orange covered series of books that made me fall in love with reading – – – Uncle Arthur’s Bedtime Stories. I don’t know if they were originally my brother’s books or if the parents just picked them up somewhere or if I just got them at the library, but I loved them. They were the Chicken Soup books of the day, and I think I read parts of them several times.

A classic from my childhood that I plan on reading tonight right before bed..

All things being considered, it wasn’t a surprise in today’s Daily Ration to see another classic – this time a poem. One thing about the Greatest Generation, many of the teacher/preachers were well-read and brought their classical training into their teachings, but they didn’t always include a reference.

So — me being me – I went looking for it. Toyohiko wrote this sometime in the 700’s. Who knew airships were around in the 700’s? Today, this poem is still used in the classroom but the lesson plans I found conspicuously didn’t mention God at all. Somehow, I kept wishing this Ration’s author had used the last two lines of the poem because it is in those lines that Toyohiko’s theme become clear and perfect. So here is the poem in its entirety because I just couldn’t stand it.

I cannot invent
New things
Like the airships
Which sail
On silvery wings;
But today
A wonderful thought
In the dawn was given,
And the stripes on my robe,
Shining from wear, were suddenly fair,
Bright with a light
Falling from Heaven –
Gold, silver, bronze
Lights form the windows of Heaven.
And the thought was this:
That a secret plan
Is hid in my hand;
That my hand is big,
Big,
Because of this plan.
That God,
Who dwells in my hand,
Knows this secret plan
Of the things He will do for the world
Using my hands.

1942 Daily Ration: ” ‘My power and the might of my band.’~Deut 8:17

“In the Chicago Art Institute is a lovely bronze cast of the hands of Abraham Lincoln. The hand from which this model was taken were the ones that wrote the Emancipation proclamation, the Second Inaugural Address, The Gettysburg Address.

” ‘The whole history of man’s progress can be interpreted as his growing ability to use his hands.’ The anthropologist tells us that man has used his hands in building with stones for one million years. For thirty thousand years man has used his hands to fashion spears, swords, and harpoons; for fifteen thousand years, to mold pottery; and for one thosand, to create machines.

“The hands also carry a spiritual message. God builds hi Kingdom by using our hands.

‘And the thought was this:
That a secret plan
Is hid in my hand;
That my hand is big,
Big,
Because of this plan…’~ Toyohiko Kagawa “Discovery” 712 AD

“Read: Psalm 24:1-6

“Prayer: Use our hands today, O God, we pray, In Jesus’ name. Amen.

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RATIONS 100 DAYS! #54

Hmmmm…interesting turn of events today. Over the craziness of my days, I tend to think about what I will write when I finally settle in my chair and take to the computer. Usually, there is a seed that God had already planted. I never know how it will eventually bloom, but I can feel it emerging as the day hurries me along and by evening the first sentence just plops itself our in front of me.

Today, there have been a series of things. It started with early morning vivid dreams that are just too-weird-to-describe. Dreams that I am still thinking about. Then I caught the tail end of talk about this verse: `I am the God of thy father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, `and the God of Jacob’Exodus 3. 6.

I’ve heard this phrase often throughout my life. It is not only in Exodus but also mentioned in the NT – in its entirety and in various shortened versions. Jewish tradition says that when things are repeated in the Torah, there is much to be discovered.

So I sat and thought.,,,
And thought…
And thought some more…

I’m sure there is much more than I know yet, but I’m working on it. So here is a quick summation of today’s random thoughts.

  1. 1. Each of these men represent some portion of Our Father’s characteristics in His relationship to us (that was a pretty easy leap).
    2. Abraham was totally faithful in his relationship with Elohim (again, more thoughts keep bumping around as I type this, but I really am trying to keep it short).
    3. Issac was a prince born of wealthy parents and yet – at the age of 38 (according to Jewish tradition) agreed to be a sacrifice – if that is what his father wanted (I do believe I have tons more to flesh out on this one).
    4. Jacob spent his life not sure of his place in this world – or ‘wrestling with God’ (tons more thought doesn’t even begin to cover this one).

But all-in-all, I think that God used this one phrase to tell us that He loves the faithful, those who are willing to sacrifice themselves and those who struggle with Him every day of their life. As an addendum to Jacob, when his struggles are over – he is reborn with a new name.

Thoughts in progress as I read these words in today’s Rations: “Yeshua answered and said to him, “It is written: ‘you shall worship THE LORD JEHOVAH your God, and him only you shall serve.’ “~Lk 4:8

1942 Daily Rations: ‘Angels came and ministered unto him’~Matt 4:11

Read:  Psalm 119: 161-168

“Jesus had come victoriously through his temptation. His last word to Satan were the closing words in the incident for today: ‘Thou shalt worship the LORD thy God, and Him only shalt thou serve.’ One must go the way that God and his universe are going or else be at sixes and sevens with the world and Himself. When Shelley was a child he once set fire to a fagot pile. When questioned as to why he had done so he replied that he had wanted ‘to make a little hell’ of his own. This is not hard to do. The easiest way to do it is to throw off all sense of standards to which we must be loyal. The happy man is the one who keeps faith with his ideals. Angels come and minister unto him. This is the peace of fidelity.

“Prayer: O Thou who are the strength of all souls, abide in us this day and make us strong. May we have courage to follow the right with such fidelity that there may abide in our hearts the peace of God that passeth understanding. Amen.”

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RATIONS 100 DAYS! #52

The neat thing about technology is the swiftness at which I can access information. As a research librarian at the Ohio State University Music Library,I could spend days trying to access some minuscule fact for a faculty member or doctoral student.

I loved the process. It was like an unsolved puzzle, so I was never bored. Well – – -that is perhaps a small exaggeration. When I was stumped (or bored)I would walk around campus, find an empty practice room, bang a piano, kiss a boyfriend, partake in some impromptu quartets with random people who were also bored and walking around the halls, write some poetry, hang out with my choir director – or boyfriend, and then go back to the search.

However – technology can not do that with a few random click. (As a strange quinky-dink – off topic note – I keypunched a lot of those same music books into their first digitation form in the 1970’s when computers took up whole rooms at OSU) Today, as I read today’s Ration, I knew I recognized the words to the last prayer from somewhere. Needless to say, I went on a search and within a few keystrokes found them.

“O LORD, support us all the day long, until the shadows lengthen and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is done. Then in thy mercy grant us a safe lodging, and a holy rest, and peace at the last. Amen.”~1928 Book of Common Prayer

Actually, I found it in several places. The above version of it was in the 1928 Book of Common Prayer which is probably where I read it or recited it since I made extra money in college by being a soloist for area churches or keypunching books into a computer. But as always – a search bring me new questions and gets me wondering.

However – for tonight, I am thankful for finding this night time prayer. A prayer with a long history of people reciting it and whispering it as they closed their day. A somewhat constant reminder in a chaotic world to thank Our Father for what we had, what we have, and what we will have as we continue to see Him with a humble heart.

1942 Daily Rations:
“Jesus knew what fear was, but he was never afraid He faced hostile crowds and he looked into the eyes of men who had murder in their hearts. The leaders of the day branded him as dangerous and said that he led the people astray. His own family thought him beside himself and tried to get him to stop his work and come home. His disciples could not understand his plans and ideas and fled from him in the hour of his greatest need. He literally sweat blood in the Garden with his heart courageous and eyes aglow. He never let fear master him; he mastered fear. On his lips were those quiet words which he still speaks to all brave souls who try to follow his footsteps: ‘Fear not…Lo,, I am with you always, eve unto the end of the world.’

“Read: Psalm 23; Matthew 28: 5-10; 16-20

“Prayer: O Captain of our salvation, when all about us is darkness and we know not the way, teach us to find new courage in they comradeship. ‘Support us all the lay long…until the shadows lengthen and the evening comes and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over…Then in thy mercy grant us…peace at the last.’ In thy name we pray. Amen.”

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