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Mercy by Day…And a Song in the Night

“The Lord commands His Mercy during the day,
and at night
His Song is with me -
a prayer to the God of my life. “
Psalm 42:8

When I was growing up, I often spent time each summer with my favorite Aunt and
Uncle in the mountains of North Carolina. They directed the youth camp they had
established on a beautiful mountain top. The camp cook, “Winnie” . . . was often heard
in the large camp kitchen, exclaiming, “Laaawd, have Mercy!” as small disasters often
occurred in the preparations for feeding 200 kids 3 times each day.

Mercy is often needed in the daytime. That’s when most activities are taking place.
There is more risk . . . tension . . . stress . . . in the daylight hours. Relational conflicts
are apt to ignite as people spend their days working, studying, and actively engaging
with each other in the daytime hours.

As night comes, darkness falls, the absence of the sun’s light has an impact on our
minds and energy levels. Life tends to quiet down . . . there may be more time to think .
. .to contemplate . . . to simply slow down.

God understands the ebb and flow of our human lives. He created the setting and
major elements that influence the energy we expend in the daytime hours. He knows
our need to slow down and find rest. In that quieting . . . in the stillness of the night, He
Sings to us. We are more apt to tune our ears and hearts to listen.

Have you heard His Song in the night? As a mother will gently hum a sweet melody to
her sleepy, restless child, the song brings a sweet sense of simple beauty that can
soothe and quiet the soul. Sleep comes softly.

God is Present day and night. He promised to be with us always. In the more active,
daytime hours, His Mercy is more essential for us to experience.

As the day wanes, and our energies slow, His strength and power flows into a gentler
Presence . . . a Song that helps His beloved sons and daughters to slow down . . . a soft
Melody begins as night falls. We need rest. We need the softness of a moon’s glow,

following our day’s bright sunshine and spent energies. He sets the atmosphere to
become a cushion for our weary minds, bodies, and souls.

His Presence wraps itself around us, providing the atmosphere our weary bones, minds
and bodies need to begin to restore our strenghth for tomorrow.

Winnie’s soft and low voice could be heard sometimes, from her rocking chair on the
porch, humming in the moonlight. . . a tender echo of God’s bedtime “Lullabye” to His
beloved children.

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  Encounter #5

A Little Village, A Desperate Couple, A Shelter for Animal . . . and a Baby

“While they were in Bethlehem, 
The time came for Mary to have her child. 
She gave birth to her firstborn son.
She wrapped Him in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger
because there was no room for them in the inn.”
                                                          Luke 2:6

The young couple were newly-weds.  But it had been a rough start.  The bride was pregnant.  Mary had been at risk of being publicly stoned to death.  And Joseph would have been the obvious culprit.  The unfolding Story  could have  cost Mary her life, and ended then and there.

But through God’s Divine Mercy and Love, God assured Joseph that the Child in Mary’s womb was of His Orchestration.  The Angel-Messenger told Joseph that God was orchestrating the Events through which he and Mary were being led.  God was unfolding a Plan that could change the eternal destinies of every person  who would choose to follow His Plan – through all time.   Mary and Joseph would be the first ones to hold, love, protect, and nurture the Son of God, now growing in Mary’s womb.  The Child would grow into a Man Who would provide the Way to Eternal Life.  

The Way would cost this Child everything.  

Before the young couple and the Baby in Mary’s womb could settle into their new life together in Nazareth, the Roman Empire sent out a decree to the people of Israel.  The Empire wanted a headcount of every person in Israel.  Taxes were to be assessed and required of each.  Every citizen had to go to the cities of their family’s heritage, be registered with the Empire, and taxes paid. Joseph’s family heritage was from Bethlehem.

This was certainly not a “honeymoon” trip for Joseph and Mary.  It would have been a nightmare trip for the young couple. Mary was now carrying her unborn Son through hot, rugged terraine with only the supplies they could carry. Hormonal changes, physical changes, and emotional impact of pregnancy is challenging in a “normal” situation.  But the stressful realities the young couple had to walk through must have caused questions and challenges at a far higher level than what they could have imagined. Fellow travelers would be physically spent and emotionally frustrated as their occupied nation was forced to even more merciless demands than had already been imposed under the brutal Roman occupation.  All of Israel shared  the same cruel treatment by the Roman military in their small nation.  The journey could easily be a trip that many would not survive.  Rugged, hot, hilly terraine, and  limited water would complicate their journey from Nazareth. . . most probably on foot. Then, at their destination, they would have to hand their hard-earned money to greedy, often cruel hands of their merciless, God-less  oppressors.  

For the young family,  especially Mary being far along in her first pregnancy, the journey would have held risks, problems, and stress beyond imagining.  The trip was likely by foot, through rugged terrain for a distance of about 90 miles. The precious Baby in Mary’s womb would have added even more concern and sense of responsibility for the two first-time parents. 

Joseph was likely required to pay his taxes in Bethlehem, the city of his family’s heritage.  However, the small town was teeming with travelers from all over Israel who were now flooding the city because of the Roman mandate.  Their hoped-for  “inn” with no vacancies was likely in Jerusalem.   Bethlehem is within sight of Jerusalem’s walls, about 5 miles from the Temple.  But the small village would not be large enough to accommodate such a human overflow of visitors to Jerusalem.  

Whatever the logistical situation, Bethlehem was nearest to Jerusalem. The humble village was where David had been born, and where he had watched over the sheep of his father.  From the hills of Bethlehem, Jerusalem is clearly visible.  The lambs needed for Temple sacrifices were primarily raised in the rolling fields between the little town and the Temple in Jerusalem that glistened within sight.  Lambs raised for Temple sacrifices grazed those hills, with their shepherds keeping watch over them.  The Gate in Jerusalem’s wall used for the sacrifice lambs to be brought to the Temple was within a few miles’ walk of the humble village.  The hills between the village and the City were pleasant pastures for the flocks of the shepherds of Bethlehem.

Bethlehem’s small-town setting offered Joseph and Mary a possible “Plan B” urgent alternative to Jerusalem’s crush of frustrated, oppressed, (literally taxed visitors that had flooded the city.)  

Plan “B” was now in process. . .

Arriving in Bethlehem did not relieve the young couple’s desparate situation.  Mary and Joseph now faced a new reality of NO place to stay.  No water to wash the dust of the hot, rugged trip. Likely, no clean water to even quench their thirst.   Any shelter for travelers was no longer available.  Every available room in both Jerusalem and nearby Bethlehem was full of equally weary, frustrated, hungry and thirsty travelers who had been forced to make the journey.

And now, Mary was clearly in labor.  The Baby was coming.  In desperation, Joseph found space in a stable . . . inhabited by the animals.  There was no other option.

 . . . and the Baby was born.  

A young man helped his new wife as she gave birth to the Baby that God had intentionally placed into their lives . . . into their arms . . . into their hearts.  God had given His Own Son into their keeping.  Father to father.  Son,  now in human  form, was held within a young woman’s arms.  The Divine entrusting the Divine into human arms. . . . human hearts. .  .  for the sake of the World.

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The Vine (with a twist)

“I am the Vine….you are the branches.
Abide in Me…and you will live.”

John 15:5

This morning, checking my little flower garden beside my back porch, I discovered, much to my delight and surprise, that my favorite flowering vine had sent out a new little tendril, which had somehow reached, through mid-air, to a tall shepherd’s hook about a yard away from the blossoming vine. There was nothing but air between the vine and the shepherd’s hook to which it had now begun to wind itself.

I was delighted . . . yet surprised and puzzled. I know, from the growing bouquet of bright red, large blossoms, that the shepherd’s hook will soon extend that original beautiful “bouquet” further into the garden far beyond what I could have hoped.

I couldn’t help but think of the Words of Jesus, as He taught His dear followers, using a word picture they were seeing as they walked with Him in the countryside.

My dear, Good Shepherd Whispered to my heart the Words He had spoken to His closest followers as they walked along with Him.

I don’t know how that Vine reached across the space and onto that shepherd’s hook. I did not see it happen. But carried by nothing tangible, it had reached beyond where it was planted and blooming, and was now beginning to bring beauty to a plain old, rusty-black shepherd’s staff among the stones.

That’s what Jesus does with us . . . for us. Apart from Him…the Vine….we’re sure to become a shriveled, droopy, dying blossom. We’ll hit the ground eventually, and again become part of the earth.

But the blossoms still connected to the Vine continue to bring color and life and beauty to a landscape of rocks and dirt. A vine moves…extends…and nobody sees it happen. It simply does. And its blossoms will come, open,and bring beauty to a spot that had nothing but stones and a plain, rusty pole.

I am sure that I will soon see that Shepherd’s Hook “blooming” soon.

Our Good…GOOD Shepherd does that as He leads us to places beyond where we were planted. And through our lives that are wrapped around Him, beauty…color…fragrance…
will extend to the rocky places that had no beauty nor life before. It often happens in unexpected ways, and not by human orchestration. That’s part of what makes it so special.

No person can take credit for the new color and fragrance that has entered a plain, rocky place. He simpy chooses to share His surprises in unexpected places where He has brought new life and all ofits beauty.

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Talking to Myself

“For God alone, O my soul,
wait in silence,
For my Hope is in Him.”
Psalm 62:5

Do you talk to yourself?

I am in a stage of life that gives me a lot of quiet time throughout most days. I’m quite
comfortable with that. But I do find myself talking to myself quite often. Sometimes I even
answer myself. (shhh….let’s keep that just between us, if you don’t mind!)
I know that I am not alone in this sort of activity. I find comfort in reading the Psalms of David, and he talked to himself quite a lot, too. So I am in good company.

What do I talk to myself about? Stuff like, “Now, where did I put ?” “Why did I come in here?” “What should I wear today?” “Why do I have all this stuff?” “Why did I say
that?”

What do you talk to yourself about?

Sometimes we need to talk to ourselves, like David, and remind ourselves of Truth that we have learned through past mistakes, through experience, and through good advice we have gotten from wise people in our lives. We need to remind ourselves of Truth that God has whispered to us in the past. . . often repeatedly.

Some nuggets of wisdom that we can glean from David’s personal conversation with his soul are worth our own consideration, “. . . For God alone , O my soul . . . “ The deepest core issue is that my very innermost “self”, the part of me that will continue on forever, long after my earthly life is finished, must focus on God more than anything else in life. What things of this earth take up most of my thoughts?

Most of my time? Most of my worries? Most of my energy? When do you / I intentionally
Pause all the noise of our day, and simply listen to silence. When do you give your full
attention to the silence that allows the Still…Small…Voice of God to be heard by your soul.
“…Wait in silence. . .” How much “silence” is in your day? The TV is off. The radio is off. The
phone is silenced. The music is paused.

Who does most of the talking to your soul . . mind . . . heart?

Maybe you need to ask yourself what you are afraid to hear in that silence.
“… for my Hope is in Him.”

We are all very experienced in the ways we personally choose to avoid listening to His Voice. But…
Thank You, God! . . . He continues to listen for ours.

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A Gift for Moses


Then the LORD said to him, “This is the land I promised with an oath to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
I said I would give it to their descendants.
I have let you see it with your own eyes, but you may not go there.”
As the LORD had predicted, the LORD’s servant Moses died in Moab. He was buried in
a valley in Moab, near Beth Peor. Even today no one knows where his grave is.
Moses was 120 years old when he died. His eyesight never became poor,
and he never lost his physical strength.”
Deuteronomy 34:4-7

As I read this passage. . . .the final glimpse of the life of Moses . . . I am struck with the
tenderness of God toward His servant Moses. Perhaps “death” does not seem to be a tender part of the human story, but the way God Himself cared for Moses in his final days of life is permeated with His Love, Tenderness, and Understanding of Moses’ unique Story with Him.

God Himself led Moses to a mountaintop, where he could see the Land he had spent 40 years reaching. Forty years of physically and spiritually leading a nation that God had chosen for His Own eternal Purposes had brought Moses to this Moment. It may not have been the Moment he had imagined, with “the rest of the Story” literally within sight. He had probably had his own hopes and vision of what life would be in that Land of God’s choosing. He may have imagined himself standing on that Promised Land, seeing it . . . walking it . . . living in it with the nation God had chosen him to lead.

But God, in His tender Mercy, led Moses to the “best view” that his tired eyes could take into his mind, spirit, and heart. He was looking at the “Promise” God had ordained. He was looking at it in the Presence of God Himself. What words may have been exchanged as he and God, together, looked. Did God point out regions where His People would live . . .places that would become part of their story. . . where Jerusalem would sit for thousands of years to come. . .within sight of the humble village where Messiah would be born. . .

God was rewarding and blessing Moses in that precious Time together. One-on-one. . .
bringing a sweet, tender closure to a man born a slave, raised as a Prince in the house of
Pharoah, and leading God’s People to the place He had ordained and promised from The
Beginning.

At last, God gave him rest . . . in His Presence.