Friday, July 25, 2014


”But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint”- Isaiah 40:31”

Beth and I have had a house guest the last month or so, an eighteen-year old girl whose life at the moment requires some assistance, mostly the invitation thus far being defined by possession of her own room. She sleeps here every night. Other than that, she raids the refrigerator, drinks my coffee, works a day job, and brings a little bit of laughter into our life with her personality. Last night she stormed through the front door, enraged for the second time in the last couple of weeks about our neighbor’s driving skills. Hopefully, her eruption was better contained while behind the steering wheel. This morning, though, a video shared by a woman who, quite understandably, yet mourns the loss of her son, had me pondering how, while hate and anger seem to be birthed in our head, love and grief flow from the very depths of who we are. It is an almost undefinable point, if you ask me, a place most certainly un-named in any doctor’s inventory of humanity as it exists. Psychology deals with the brain (as far as I know) and may well disagree with my assumption here; but, then, Jesus spoke in terms of “living water” coming forth out of a man’s “belly”. No; realizing that He wasn’t referring to a physical location, we can agree that evidently there is this “well” within us, a spiritual connection site where all that is classified as that “emotional” part of who we are can somehow be joined with all that He is, His love, His grace, His compassion made available unto us, to meet us in our need. This, it seems to me, is where the verse of above Scripture would encourage us to seek on a regular basis. Moreover, the thought expressed doesn’t just suggest our needing to tarry until He decides to show up, but rather a surrender, on our part, to discover a merger with Him. Those two words, “wait upon”, carry within their Hebrew roots the idea of being “twisted together”, two being made one. It is an “osmosis” of sorts, an “anointing”, temporary in its extension unto us, but lingering in that which it imparts unto us. This is the “boldness” we can know in prayer, in witness, in facing life as it comes to us. We just need to remember the oasis is a bit further down than the level we occupy most of the time……

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