The Psalmist wrote, "The Lord is my Shepherd, He makes me lie
down in green pastures; He leads me beside still waters." (Psa.
23:1-2) "The righteous are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield
their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither." (Psa.
`1:3).
Hey Gang. Is it not awesome and
comforting to know that Father God is in the heavenlies but also here with His
children? How wonderful and comforting
it is to know that Yeshuah, Your only beloved Son, is sitting at the right hand
of the Father in intercessory prayer for me - even and you as I sit here this
morning. I praise you, Lord, for Your
handiwork that is mine to enjoy. Even
though there are times when the alligators are snipping at my heels, I know you
will never leave me or forsake me.
Can you say with firmness of soul,
‘I praise you Lord; You are my shepherd;
You make me lie down in green pastures; I thank you Lord that you lead me
beside still water; I thank you Lord for the peace of mind - you loved me so
much you sent Your only begotten Son to come to earth and endure the agony of
the cross?’
Father, how sad you must have been
when you had to turn your eyes from Your Son when He bore our sins on the
cross. Have you said recently, ‘I praise You Lord for that love and for the
willingness of Your Son, Jesus, to pay that horrendous price for me?’ How sad, Lord, that so many are choosing to
go their own way and follow the evil one.
While working in a detention home
in California, a young lad came up to me after chapel and asked, "Mr.
H. how long is eternity?” I said, “Sandy, you have been to Sacramento,
a six-lane road a hundred miles from here.
You have a tooth brush in your back pocket. If you were to scrub the
roadway up and back a dozen times, that would be a drop in the bucket compared
to eternity.”
As I have entered the Golden Years
(Golden Years for the medical profession),
I have noticed the mileage I have placed on this eighty- year old frame
is beginning to show signs of dry rot. A
pain here, a pain there, far too many trips to the doctors and pharmacy. I notice it is harder to get out of bed in
the morning and it takes longer to get my body in gear. As my Grandma said, “The first thing I do in
the morning is check the obits and, if my name is not there, I eat my breakfast
and get my day going.”
I came across a wonderful little
book titled "Heaven My Father's House" by Anne Graham Lotz. In it she
penned these words, "One day, God Himself will take your face in His hands
and gently wipe away your tears as He reassures you there will be no more
suffering in My Father's House. No more
pain or hospitals or death or funerals or grief or walkers or canes or
wheelchairs.
There will be no more suicide
bombers or fiery infernos, broken homes or broken hearts, broken lives or
broken dreams. There will be no more
mental retardation or physical handicaps, muscular dystrophy or multiple
sclerosis. blindness or lameness, deafness or sickness.
There will be no more Parkinson's
disease or heart disease, diabetes or arthritis, cataracts or paralysis. No more cancer or strokes or AIDS, No more
bombs in schools, or care bombs or terrorists or missiles or airstrikes. There will be no more war."
Soooo lads and lassies, Is this
your prayer this morning? ‘Lord, I pray
that I will grow to be like a tree planted by streams that yield fruit that is
pleasing to You.’ I love that old song,
"What a day that will be when My Jesus I shall see, when I can look into
His face…." Wow, is that not
awesome!
Blessings,
Gramps,
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