I publish a short Sunday Lesson on, well, Sundays. It’s an observation or an idea or an application from something I’m studying. I feel deeply blessed and deeply responsible for writing this. I schedule the posts to publish at 1:35, after you’re home from church. I entertain all comments and try to respond to them all. Be patient and forewarned that I reserve Sundays for my family. It’s a work in progress, but a goal we’re all growing into. So, if I don’t respond, I’m probably playing chess with my daughter or watching lousy TV with my wife. On an outstanding day, I might catch a couple innings of Braves baseball. With my wife, of course. It’s Sunday.
Note: I wrote this at the beginning of the pandemic, and it still applies. In case you’re wondering…just about everything regarding G and faith and right-doing still and always applies. Selah.
I don’t need to say it, but I will: COVID has kicked everything to pieces. Many of us still wear masks at work and schedule around coworkers who are sick or taking care of loved ones. People bicker like children about freedom and why President Trump doesn’t wear a mask and why we can’t toss down a few beers at the local restaurant with a dozen friends, all sitting on each other’s laps. We can’t go to stores as we choose, and I haven’t been to a bookstore in months, forcing me to read what I fell in love with during my previous fourteen forays there. My wife went to our doctor a couple of weeks ago, and they required a COVID test before scheduling a time. In short, – at least in America – it’s almost as if we’re not G’s chosen people, able to freely do whatever we damn well feel like doing, whenever we feel like it. A lot of us mimic petulant four-year-olds, demanding what we want.
That being said, I’m reading through the Bible now in chronological order, using the Blue Letter Bible site’s Daily Bible Reading Program: Chronological Plan. It’s fun and a learning experience to read the Psalms and minor books alongside the backbone books of the Hebrew Scriptures.
Today, though, I read a Psalm, and a short passage applied directly to me.
I complained with a coworker yesterday, and he agreed that we are ready for COVID to go home and get back to normal living. He’s in the same susceptible demographic I am and agreed that he was tired of the whole thing. We did a poor job comforting each other. “Only another year to go,” I guessed. “Hmm. Hope so,” he sighed. (Note: we were wrong.)
Then I read this passage this morning:
Bad news holds no fears for him,
Firm is his heart, trusting in Yahweh.
His heart holds steady, he has no fears,
Till he can gloat over his enemies.
Strong words from a man who often prayed for protection from his enemies.
But here is a verse to take home, to write on the inside of your wrist. Bad news holds no fears for him. Let’s be honest here: this in no way guarantees a winning lotto ticket or a safe ride home on bald tires in the snow, or a negative cancer test. Nothing in the verse says that G protects you against any of the millions of pieces of bad news we can hear. It’s simply an observation that for the person whose heart is set firmly on trusting the Father, there is no fear in bad news because we know who holds the ultimate keys to history, both personal and corporate.
It’s easy: trust in G as the author of your ultimate history. As easy as that sounds, it’s contrary to our nature and eminently difficult. But a worthy goal to pray about, to ponder, and to grab hold of in whatever measure you can. I ask for a bigger scoop every day. Be careful about what you ask for, though; learning and maturity come through struggle. Remember the words of Jesus: every branch that does bear fruit, He prunes to make it bear even more.” We enjoy the fruit, but shirk from the pruning.
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Selah and Blessings