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Psalms 2015:1

How Great Is Your Love

When I survey all the works of your mighty hand

I am mystified.

The clear, night sky is like a dome above my head.

Each light millions of miles away,

Carefully located to form patterns of your love from where I stand.

Each placed there for me to admire.

The moon in its splendid glory,

Just bright enough to light my path.

How Great Is Your Love

My trusty dog and I calmly tread the desert track,

Lit by your infinite forethought.

Only half its face is seen today.

But that half reflects a love beyond benevolence.

How Great Is Your Love

How great is your love for me!

Time: What is its purpose?

I’ve been contemplating the function and meaning of time.

In the beginning, as related in the Book of Genesis, Time consisted of a 7-day cycle. God created something by speaking it into existence…

Indulge me a short digression at this point: Some people find fault with this activity-record, because, they say, “no one can make something tangible from nothing!” Duly noted. But they always seem to forget that lowly man can take a tangible thing, too small to be seen by the naked eye, an atom, and accelerate it to super-speed and slam it into other small particles to make a blast of energy that wipes out entire cities!

If this can be done by done by puny man, why do they find it so hard to believe an ALL-POWERFUL GOD could accomplish the reverse, to make something from nothing?

Anyway, same story for the next 5 days.. speak, action, creation! Then on the sixth day he slows down, most likely spending the whole morning on this Crown of Creation. Instead of speaking something into existence, He takes what He has already created earlier– dirt, and re-creates it into a partial likeness of Himself. You’ll see in a moment why I said a “partial likeness.”

He spends the rest of the morning getting acquainted with this new creation, and teaches him to have “dominion” over all the rest of creation. Starting with having him give names to everything that He has made. He starts the lesson by giving this unique being a name of his own- Adam.

Adam is smart and a quick study. It doesn’t take long for him to notice that nearly everything that God has made comes as a double, male and female. After naming most of the day, he is probably wondering where is his female counterpart. This is where the “partial likeness” I mentioned comes into play. “There was no suitable companion found for Adam.” (Gen 2:21)

By this record it is clear to me that one of at least two states likely existed:

  • There is “ONE God” possessing both male and female characteristics, as stated over and over again in the Bible, and He created Adam to be only the male half of Himself and later, Eve to be the female counterpart.
  • “God” as outlined in Genesis is made up of at least two beings, one male and one female, and they were the models used for the creation of mankind. Including all other reproductive organisms.

Now, back to time. The next day mentioned would be the seventh day of the cycle. He ceased His creating. He “rested.” I wonder what “rest” looked like to a creator with unlimited power? Perhaps that odd, seven-day cycle was put there just for us. Because He knew that, one day, we would need that day of rest. A time to recharge. To think about what He has done for us. To contemplate His amazing plan to rescue us from a bizarre fate for Adam’s disobedience.

There is no solid record as to how long was the time period involved between their creation, and their sin in the garden, but God made it clear to them that “the day you eat of the tree you will certainly die.”

Some have postulated that it was less than the 9 months of the gestation period of Cain, for he was born after the parents were ejected from the Garden of Eden.

Some have said that it plainly says, “When Adam was 130 years old he had a son that was just like him in spirit and countenance, and he named him Seth.”

I believe that the record is stated that way because, in all likelihood, Adam and Eve were having all girls during this 130 years… that is after Cain killed Able and was himself banished from the area. There may have been daughters born before Cain killed Able and the killing episode took place when they both had families.

But the question of timing is not really as important as the question of time. At what point did the counting of time, ie. Months and years begin?

I don’t think we will ever know what was the time-span between the last day of creation week until they sinned, because it was in eternity. The time markers for hours, minutes, seconds, years had no meaning or usefulness before sin. As long as there was no sin there was no need to keep track of time. After sin entered, mankind began to die. The time-stamps were used after sin to mark our progress toward the grave.

After he sinned, Adam lived 130 years until he had another offspring that looked like himself (ie. A male offspring). And this birth marked the renewing of the watch for the Messiah, who would be God himself, born as a created-being, who would pass the tests of obedience to God’s Laws in which Adam had failed so miserably.

They were told explicitly that the Messiah would be a male. So when their first male child (Cain) was born it must have been a great thrill to think that this child would grow up to deliver them from the mess that they had thrust the world into.

When Able was born they may have been a little confused, not knowing which of these boys was God incarnated. As the two developed and raised families of their own, it became clear that the young of the two tended to be God-fearing and had a spirit of obedience that was lacking in the older son.

The fact that there must have been quite a number of people alive on the earth at the time of Able’s murder is indicated by Cain’s worry, that he would be a homeless wonder on the earth and people would try to kill him. I guess that he, being a farmer, already understood the principle, “You reap what you sow.”

It seems that the early guys learned pretty fast that they needed to keep track of repetitions of weekly cycles and seasons and the repetitions of yearly cycles for not only would this knowledge be useful to their existence, but no one really knew what was meant by the “death” of a human. That is until Cain killed his brother. But what would a “natural death” look like? It is doubtful that anyone knew, until Adam died of old age.

One thing is certain: time, since the fall of man has had one prime purpose, that of celebrating the amount of time of one’s existence on this earth, whether it was minutes or hundreds of years. When we have reached our 70 notches on the “pole of life” it would seem a good time to get our tombstone ready. We don’t have much time left.

A Friend in Need: An open letter

Dear Christian Brother,

Just a short note to thank you for your hospitality and for accepting our “drop-in” this week-end. Thanks too, for the cool Dilbert book.

Sometimes, friends who have been friends a long time can do things like that and it hardly breaks the routine of the other person. As you are aware, you guys are always welcome in our home as good friends.

The last time you were at our place it appeared that at last God had answered our prayers, that God would give you victory over your violent temper, so we were anxious to spend some more quality time with you. Alas, it was not to be, for we had to endure more of your verbal abuse toward your wife.

My heart aches for you, Bro, because you have such potential as a man of God. You have a knowledge of the scriptures that is hard to match. You have a talent for debate and a memory like an elephant. But, I keep asking myself, “What value is all that if it does not lead others to the Prince of Peace?”

Think again about I Cor. 13

Paraphrased by Strawn it could read:

I could give arguments for the Gospel, and what is “right” until I’m blue in the face, but if I cannot emotionally “lift up” my life’s partner, and reflect God’s love to her, my life is just so much noise pollution, and it rings as true to God’s purpose for me as a hollow shell.

Even if I sacrificed my life for the betterment of humanity, but could not live a day without belittling my wife, how could God forgive me?

The love God gives us makes us patient and kind. We will not be rude, proud, or irritable. We will not demand our own way. That kind of love never gives up, but lifts up others to God in prayer. It never rejoices in the faults of others, but drives us to our knees in prayer.

Brother and Friend, I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life to hurt my wife and the Spirit has lead me to repentance and my life is changing. I’ve also wronged you two, and for that you say you have forgiven me, why can you not forgive your wife? Is it because she is a constant “thorn in your flesh?” If so, be a “Paul,” suck up your gut, accept it and get on with your life, and have the faith that God will fix the problem in his own time. Until then you should consider Paul’s admonition to “be content in whatever circumstances you find yourselves.”

If you find this impossible, separate yourselves to find your own peace. But for heavens sake, don’t spend the rest of your life being a bitter, complaining, old man with a chip on your shoulder so big that you can’t see what your “Christianity” is doing to your wife.

We, individually, make up the body of Christ. Somehow, I can’t picture Christ talking your way to the Samaritan woman, let alone Mary or Martha.

For a good many years your “admonitions” have done nothing but make her despise your God (and probably you). Have they really helped the situation? If they haven’t, why not try a different tact? Let the love of God flow through you with the same passion that the Devil has been able to use you!

She seldom says anything about how your actions make her feel, but I can see it in her face and body language. It couldn’t hurt me any worse if you were slapping the crap out of my own sister.

I want to believe that you are my brother in Christ, and I would like to believe that you want to reflect Christ, so please brother, let it begin at home.

Your friend and brother,

Don

Forgetfulness: A Godly Trait

Let’s face it, we all have a streak of forgetfulness, but how many of us consider it a Godly trait? I certainly hadn’t until a few days ago. I ranked my forgetfulness right up there with senility! But I’ve come to believe that it is a mark of progress.

“Progress?” you ask.

Sure. Think about it. What kinds of thing stand out in your memories the most? Those hair-raising adventures with your cousins or best friends? The time you dropped your wallet down the outhouse hole? Or maybe when your new iPhone went for a swim in the toilet? Or maybe that time you were “just fooling around” with a guy you liked and became pregnant? Or how about all those times you and your friends teased and tormented one of your classmates until they cried? How about those times your started shoplifting … just for the sport of it? All those times you have been telling or living lies… either to make yourself look better in the eyes of others or to get out of impending trouble?

The time (s) of flat tires in lonely places? Running out of gas? Car wrecks? Life-threatening surgeries? Battles with cancer? Oh, don’t forget about that annoying person that “did you wrong” with whom you wanted to get even. Socially destroy or even… (help me)— “KILL”, if you thought you could get away with it? Or all those women you lusted after?

These are some of the bad things that are common to mankind. These are the things that we seem to never forget. Some of them become the centerpiece of our bragging conversations with our friends or people we try to impress. Others we regret having participated in. Some may be sins that we have tried to forget. We’ve asked God for forgiveness… over and over, but we can’t forget them.

Times when we least expect it they will pop up in our life like spam on our screen to haunt us. Distract us. Taunt us. Annoy us. Remind us that we are sinners needing some kind of punishment.

Yet, we too often forget the little kindnesses in our life. Those acts, that, in our eyes, were “nothing special.” Those things, that when others try to thank us, we brush off with, “Oh, it was nothing. Forget it!”

Those are the things that God remembers, because the prompting to do those things came from Him. There is nothing inherently good in us, except when we are following those little prompts of God.

God says He has, “removed our sins from us as far as the east is from the west.” (Ps 103:12 NLT) Yet, how many times do chase them down to do again and again?

Through Ezekiel He warns Israel, “Again and again you remind me of your sin and your guilt.” (Ez. 21:24 NLT)

He tells Micah that He will “cast all their sins into the depths of the sea.” (Micah 7:19 KJV)

“ I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more.” (Heb. 8:12 KJV)

There it is “remember no more” or FORGET! God forgets, why don’t I?

So, why is it that we tend to either hide the bad things in our life, or we tend to brag about them? Or why do we let those bad experiences pop up when God has forgotten them?

I believe that, just as there is a good God, there is an evil tempter. It is he who brings these things to mind trying to get us to forget the good things that take place in our life.

If we remember the bad things in life without recounting the way God has turned it to good, then we are doing God an injustice and giving the evil one the upper hand in our life.

When we have done something good for someone and they want to thank us, don’t try to brush it off, but remind them that it was not you who thought of it, but God was directing you, and you dared not ignore Him.

Psalm 2014:7

What’s in a Leaf for Life?

You bud to life in spring.
As with life you’re cool and clean,
A lovely, tender green.

What’s in a leaf for life?
Enough green to make hearts sing
Of God and His everything!

What’s in a leaf in Fall?
When by red and orange tis blushed;
When by rain its rustlings hushed?

Were a leaf to think,
Would he ever know
That God rules all below?

Were a leaf to choose,
Would he still choose death
That he might give breath

To another leave in Spring?
A leaf as lovely still as him
To bud, as he, on yonder limb

To catch my roving eye
Next Spring to yonder bough?
Will I wonder again, as now?

Suppose he’s thinking now,
Of men in life
And all their hurried strife.

Is he, like I, wondering
Why men here on earth
Have so little regard
For men of fellow birth?

Does he ever ask his fellow leaf,
“Will men ever learn to think?
Will man, at his troubles wink?”

Will  he, the face of God discern;
And being soothed by me, sing
Of God and His everything?

Of His works for men on earth?”
But leaves don’t act that way,
Only our imaginations play.

They live together, though as we,
But still they have no strife.
So, what is in a leaf for life?

A leaf lives only to give –
Give food, give life, give shade,
Give repose to the lovely meadow glade,

And calmness to beast and bird.
And to man, gives rest
Where he can think his best.

Think of God, and man
Of man and strife …
Of what’s in a leaf for life.

Psalm 2014:6

A Psalm of Calm

Some go to the hills
To play in the fields of the Lord.

Some find a river
To play in the fields of the Lord.

Some prefer the woods
To play in the fields of the Lord.

Some seek a Highway
To play in the fields of the lord.

Some seek a deserted trail
To play in the field of the lord.

Some, of course, take a horse,
Some take a dog
To play in the field of the lord.

Some take a friend,
Some go alone,
To play in the fields of the Lord.

Some choose the rain,
Some choose the dry,
Some choose the cool,
Some choose the heat.

But wherever we meet
Wherever we play
Whatever the field
I want to play forever
in the field 
with you, My Lord.

A Psalm of Don, a modern psalmist

Psalm 2014:5

The Battle for the Soul

Long before I was a twinkle in my parents eyes
You, O Lord, had plans for me
When I came along
to sing my songs.

The devil made his plans for me.
Death sang and danced for me.
When I was young and full of joy
He planned to strip this boy of his joy.
And so a battle was begun.

He placed the germs within my lung
Pneumonia nearly did me in.
First my health and then my will
You see, it’s me he wanted to kill.

“He’s mine all mine,” the devil shouted.
“
Mine all mine,” Jesus whispered.
“
I paid your price,” he’s mine.
“All mine,” the devil challenged.

Through the years battle’s raged,
even as I’ve aged.
To live for God, or live for me
That’s way it will always be.

To whom will I listen? Whom to obey?
Jesus is Lord, Almighty with Life.
I am a fool to choose death
to my very last breath.

So where is my will?
Can I climb every hill?

With you at my side O, Lord
I am a winner,
Though I be the sinner
For you are the Lord of my life.

Psalmist Don