He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”
Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler
And from the perilous pestilence.
He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler.
You shall not be afraid of the terror by night,
Nor of the arrow that flies by day,
Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness,
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
And ten thousand at your right hand;
But it shall not come near you.
Only with your eyes shall you look,
And see the reward of the wicked.
Because you have made the LORD, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,
No evil shall befall you,
Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling;
For He shall give His angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways.
In their hands they shall bear you up,
Lest you dash your foot against a stone.
You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot.
“Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore will I deliver him;
I will set him on high, because he has known My name,
He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life I will satisfy him,
And show him My salvation.”
~ Psalm 91 (NKJV)
Archive for September, 2008
Hannah is drooling. Hannah can’t believe that this stallion is for sale. Hannah cannot believe that if no one buys him as a stallion, they’re going to geld him. Hannah can’t imagine why in the world someone would want to geld this horse. Hannah wishes she could have her mare bred this stallion. Hannah is contemplating how to get to Oregon. Hannah supposes that horse theft could result in jail time.
Hannah is done watching the shiny object now.
Well, okay, maybe not. But seriously… watch his trot during the last minute of this video! *sigh*
Not everything I post on here is serious, silly.
How will the massive and ever-growing government debt in America be paid off? Certainly not by production and taxation. We are beyond that possibility. Certainly not by cutting spending to any meaningful degree. So-much-money is the lifeblood of bureaucracy and the political machine. Only when it is too late will government spending be cut to the bone, as it should be, and then it will be ….. too late.
~ Herrick Kimball, “Emerging Crisis, Population Shift, and the Rural Remnant“
I can’t say that I agree with everything in Herrick’s recent blog entry, but I do agree with the above paragraph. It’s not that I’m trying to be pessimistic, it’s just that… I have little faith in our government and the road it continues to trundle down? Yes, let’s call it that. This used to make me panicky, in a way. I looked around and saw how myself and most of the people that I knew, were still very dependent on our industrial culture. But now? Something has changed. I can’t truly pinpoint it. It’s not that we’re necessarily any better prepared. In fact, err… we’re not. It’s not that I don’t think it’s moving distinctly closer on the horizon. But I’ve got a strange peace about it. God is in control. It doesn’t mean that the consequences for our country’s actions aren’t coming. It means that even if they are, we’re still in His hands.
Bearing. Noun. “One’s place and direction relative to one’s surroundings.” Synonyms: location, orientation, position.
Today I regained a sense of my bearings. Why am I where I am? What is my place and direction relative to my surroundings?
I had a frustrating morning. I wasn’t grading fruit fast enough for my boss’s liking; in fact, I was being too meticulous. (It’s not like I’m a perfectionist or anything, is it?) So I changed a few things up, and started processing the projects faster. Despite this, I was becoming frustrated. I had a headache, and I felt like I wasn’t meeting expectations, and quite frankly… I became stressed. (This is code for “self-focused and miserable” in case you were unaware.) When I came home for lunch, I really didn’t want to go back for the afternoon. However, it’s a very good thing that I did, for God used the afternoon to counter my morning and remind me of why I am where I am.
I began to actually converse with people after I got back from my lunch break, see. Mild banter during the coffee break. I actually started asking questions, such as, “How long have you been working here?” “Are you taking classes at SUNY Oswego?” Et cetera. Well, at one point one of the cashiers came to the back room where I was grading pears, for her coffee break. I asked her how long she had been working there. She asked me if I was in high school or college. She said that she was only a senior in high school. So I asked her what she was planning on doing afterward, or if she had any ideas yet. She told me that she was looking at Pre-Med. “If you don’t mind my asking… why are you looking at that?” Her answer? “Well, I don’t know. It looked interesting.” A moment later… “And they make lots of money, so that’s good.” It honestly took me aback somewhat. I think I offered a non-commital, “Oh, well, that’s interesting.” Her break ended, and I was left to my thoughts. Is that all she wanted to do? Was that her only motivation? Her only passion? They make good money?!?! Did she not have any focus beyond that? Where does that leave you? To go and try to buy yourself happiness while you scramble from patient to patient, with no true love for what you do? All these questions began to run through my mind, and I was reminded of my bearing.
I believe that people have a purpose. Those of you that know me know that I have a passion for children with special needs, and reminding the world that they were created for a purpose, that they are here for a purpose, that they have value. But sometimes… I wonder if that’s not all. It’s not just about the special needs children. It’s about people in general. It’s about the people wandering around who have no focus. Who don’t realize that God has put them on this earth for a reason. Whose focus is so misplaced that they would decide on a career simply because it would make them lots of money. What kind of an empty life is that? A life of self-focus, of self-indulgence, of hoping that buying the next thing will finally make you feel good? That keeping up with the Joneses is the best you can do? Forge the Jones family for a moment, if you will. Look beyond the corporate ladder our culture is feeding you images of, for just a moment, and have a passion for what you do. Remember that “He who has begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ” (Phil. 1:6b). God is there. And He loves us. And He’s working in us. “These things have I spoken unto you, that My joy may remain in you, and that your joy may be full. This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.” (John 15:11-13) You want joy? You want passion? Set yourself aside. Love others.
Well, this post ended up being slightly different than I had intended at the outset. But. Suffice to say, I regained my bearings. I see now why God has me where He has me. I don’t know if I will see doors open. I don’t know who will water any of the seeds that God might plant by using me. But I do know that I need to be asking questions. I need to remind people that there is a reason to live, a reason to move forward, a reason to make the most of where you are right now. And the only way to do that… is to live it. Passionately. Even on the days that I feel like I’m just messing up. Especially on the days that I feel like I’m just messing up.
Edited to add: You want an example of a man who lived passionately? Take a look at Thomas S. Vander Woude. Would we be willing to do this? Would I? Would you?