When we were getting ready to return home from our weekend getaway, I was trying to keep the excitement going for a while longer. I told the kids they could watch a movie in the car and have some snacks and it would be like a riding theater. My almost six year old daughter was complaining about how small the screen in the van was.
Me: Aren’t you thankful for the t.v. that we have now?
Evie: Well, kind of… not really.
Me: Well maybe instead of a new t.v. you need a new attitude.
Evie: “I’d rather a new t.v.”
Leave it to Evie…
This just so happens to be the chapter that I was on in the book of Psalms tonight…
1 Why do You stand afar off, O Lord? Why do You hide Yourself, [veiling Your eyes] in times of trouble (distress and desperation)?
2 The wicked in pride and arrogance hotly pursue and persecute the poor; let them be taken in the schemes which they have devised.
3 For the wicked man boasts (sings the praises) of his own heart’s desire, and the one greedy for gain curses and spurns, yes, renounces and despises the Lord.
4 The wicked one in the pride of his countenance will not seek, inquire for, and yearn for God; all his thoughts are that there is no God [so He never punishes].
5 His ways are grievous [or persist] at all times; Your judgments [Lord] are far above and on high out of his sight [so he never thinks about them]; as for all his foes, he sniffs and sneers at them.
6 He thinks in his heart, I shall not be moved; for throughout all generations I shall not come to wantor be in adversity.
7 His mouth is full of cursing, deceit, oppression (fraud); under his tongue are trouble and sin (mischief and iniquity).
8 He sits in ambush in the villages; in hiding places he slays the innocent; he watches stealthily for the poor (the helpless and unfortunate).
9 He lurks in secret places like a lion in his thicket; he lies in wait that he may seize the poor (the helpless and the unfortunate); he seizes the poor when he draws him into his net.
10 [The prey] is crushed, sinks down; and the helpless falls by his mighty [claws].
11 [The foe] thinks in his heart, God has quite forgotten; He has hidden His face; He will never see [my deed].
12 Arise, O Lord! O God, lift up Your hand; forget not the humble [patient and crushed].
13 Why does the wicked [man] condemn (spurn and renounce) God? Why has he thought in his heart, You will not call to account?
14 You have seen it; yes, You note trouble and grief (vexation) to requite it with Your hand. The unfortunate commits himself to You; You are the helper of the fatherless.
15 Break the arm of the wicked man; and as for the evil man, search out his wickedness until You find no more.
16 The Lord is King forever and ever; the nations will perish out of His land.
17 O Lord, You have heard the desire and the longing of the humble and oppressed; You will prepareand strengthen and direct their hearts, You will cause Your ear to hear,
18 To do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed, so that man, who is of the earth, may not terrify them any more.
“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’”
― Fred Rogers
In light of the tragic events at the Boston Marathon today, let’s be helpers, prayers and people of encouragement.
As children, we’re told not to be in such a hurry to grow up, because we will have our whole lives to be adults.
As teenagers, we’re told to stop acting like children, to grow up and to start learning some responsibility.
As young adults, we’re told that we still have a lot to learn, as our elders pat us on the shoulder and call us “kids.”
As middle-aged folk, we’re told to stop being so serious all the time, to embrace our inner child and to enjoy life.
As elderly people, we’re told that we can’t drive or live alone, we need to realize we have limitations and we need to eat all of our vegetables and get plenty of rest.
As corpses, we’re told we are loved and will be missed, and we are told to rest in peace… Finally, something we can do… if everyone will just be quiet and let us.
This was the poem that moved me on to round three of the March Madness Poetry Tournament this year. It was an amazing experience. Go to the Think Kid Think Website to check out all the submissions. The word that I was given to write the poem with was “congeal”.
Sleep child sleep, for your dreams lie in wait.
They are hidden away till the hour gets late.
Each morning they melt, and they rise to the place
where the moon finds its home and they float out in space.
But darkness returns to congeal every dream,
then they twinkle on high as they glisten and gleam.
And when, little child, you close your eyes tight,
your dreams fall from heaven to meet you each night.
I am humbled by knowing that Jesus loved me enough, loved you enough, loved all of us enough, to die a horrible death just to build a bridge between mankind and God. I pray that if you believe that truth at all, that you will seek to follow Christ and take his bridge to heaven, rather than choosing to stand next to the bridge and jumping, in your own strength and good intentions, over what will prove to be an impossible distance. TAKE THE BRIDGE! Take Jesus’ forgiveness, take His hand, take His lead. He wouldn’t have built that bridge if there was another way.
There are those moments in life that can only be described as living on the brink. It’s the moment that has you teetering in the unknown, waiting for what happens next. It’s the moment when something is inevitable, but you don’t know what. Are you about to collapse into an unexpected failure, or rise up to a stunning victory? Will your heart be flooded with joy and excitement or will it be overwhelmed with sadness and disappointment? Those are all questions that you must contemplate when you are resting on the brink.
Some might ask, “Why would you go there?” “Why would you willingly place yourself on the brink?” “Why would you choose to put yourself in a place where you could fall and be shattered?”
As many much wiser people before me have said in so many ways, if you never come to the brink, you are most assuredly guaranteed a safe existence with no chance of plumeting to your doom, but you will also most assuredly be guaranteed an existence with no chance of rising to the heights and flying to freedom.
So take a deep breath and head to the brink, I am standing there with you, along with the shadows of all of the people who have been there before us. If you are unsure then look up, you may just see a wingless bird, reaching his arms towards you and with every bit of passion in his soul saying, “Head to the brink, head to the edge, head to the end of yourself, and then…. JUMP!”
Last night after watching an episode of Glee with my husband, I told him that if he would actually sit down with me at the end of the day, then I would gladly watch this show with him. He responded by asking me a very deep and very profound question.
“I wonder how many wives are forced to sit down and watch Glee with their husbands?”
My guess… just me. Still you have to wonder….