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O my Strength, I will watch for you, for you, O God are my fortress. My God in his steadfast love will meet me…

O my Strength, I will sing praises to you, for you, O God, are my fortress, the God who shows me steadfast love.

When I read scripture, I try to note repetition of thought. If God is saying it multiple times, maybe it’s something I should listen to. While reading Psalm 59, the word “strength” caught my attention. 

The Psalm starts like so many others around it – David is running from enemies, desperate for God’s intervention.

Verse 8 has the key word “but” which means we are going to have a change in direction, a change in perspective. Then verse 9 and 17 have the phrase,

“O my Strength…”

“Strength” is capitalized, signaling it is a name for God. You see, God doesn’t just give strength, or is source of strength. He is “Strength.” That is who he is.

The connection I saw was in the next verse, in both cases, with the phrase, “steadfast love” (“lovingkindness” in NAS/KJ). 

Then it hit me.

Who he is, “Strength,” is connected to his “steadfast love.” That’s how he communicates his strength to us. 

It’s amazing the strength human love gives a person. They can wait patiently, expectantly, for a love to return. They can fight, physically and emotionally, for the safety of a loved one. They can serve humbly someone they love.

Think of God. With so much more strength and love then we will ever know, his thoughts are towards us.  We are his delight. He is Strength communicated to us through his steadfast, unrelenting, love. 

I have strength, because God loves me.

I don’t always feel it, often because I don’t take the time to feel it. Breathe it in. Fill your lungs with the thought, “I have strength, because God loves me.” Inhale it as the breath of life…

He is the Strength of life communicated to me through his love.

For what do you need strength? How can I be praying for you? 

Before Psalm 51 are a few rough Psalms – Psalms that promise judgement for the wicked in graphic, harsh terms. They also praise the righteous and promise redemption, but all too often, I identify with the sinner, especially when I am already feeling low.

That’s why whenever I see the term “steadfast love” (in the ESV; “lovingkindness” in NAS & KJ), I circle it. I need to see it, to emphasize it, to have it catch my eye, or I only see how I fall short. 

“Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love, according to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions.” (v1)

You know that Kool Aid you got on the couch as a kid, and how as hard as you tried, you could not blot it out? Like Adam and Eve, you might have tried to hide it, moving the pillow strategically to cover it? 

God, with his in infinite power and, more importantly, with his steadfast love, has the ability to reach down and blot out the stain, as if it was never…never…never there. 

But it’s hard for us to forget. Verse 3 reads, “For I know my transgressions, and my sin is ever before me.” We know our history.

“Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.

Cast me not away from your presence and take not your Holy Spirit from me.

Restore to me the joy of your salvation and uphold me with a willing spirit.(10-12)

“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.” (17)

When we are broken, we can bring the pieces to God. He, the creator, can make something new, a right and willing spirit. He can restore us and give us joy and salvation.

But it’s up to us to bring him the pieces…

And how does this relate to us, personally and as a nation, during this time of realization? (comment below)

I love going through the Psalms and seeing new things — that’s one benefit of getting new Bible!

Psalms 42 is well known for verse 1, “As a deep pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God.” But that is just the preview for the meat of Psalms 42 as David pours out his heart in both Psalms 42 and 43:

“Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.” (Psalm 42:5, 11 and 43:5)

I’m not sure if you are aware but I struggle with depression. Just like some people struggle with lust or other temptations, my thoughts go places they should not go. Sometimes I recognize it early and it’s not that big of a deal. Sometimes I catch it mid-course and make the correction, but sometimes it’s not until I’m in the pits thinking really bad thoughts that I am jerked into a place a do not want to be.

That happened the other day, a wake-up call of grace.

This “safe at home” leaves us with our thoughts, and some of them are not pleasant. It leaves us, with systemic temptations. Listening to the news, health, political and national, is not helping. We are faced with personal sin, national sin, racial sin, etc. and sometimes we don’t know what to do with it all. It can drive us down…

That’s why I love Psalms and need to be there…daily…reading larger portions, heaping identification with David and what encouraged him dose after dose onto my soul. 

“Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me?  Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.”

“Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.”

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are in turmoil within me?  Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.”

Do I get it? After three repeats?

Hope in God – not medicine, masks or precautions, nor government change, police or demonstrations, nor anything else. As good as all of it is, I need to remember that God is where my hope needs to be, beyond all this world and it’s limitation, it’s hopelessness, and unto Him.

Why?  Because, at some point in time, I will once again praise him. This will end. The disease will end. The sin of individuals will end. Either here on earth or in heaven, I will praise him! In him there is hope.

Why? Because he is bigger than all this! He is my salvation and my God. Period. I choose to hope in him for my salvation (even if that means death via Covid-19) because I have chosen him as my God. It’s not a one-time choice as in becoming a Christian (choosing Jesus) but it’s also a daily choice, moment by moment.

Where is our hope? 

Shepherds – Luke 2:8-20 A Study in Contrasts

Oh, the life of a shepherd!

As an introvert, sometimes I long for it, especially at Christmastime. No rushing around. Far from the bustle of the city. Camping out under the stars. Lots of time just “being.”

Oh yes, there is responsibility. Those dumb sheep could get lost. And, of course, there could be a wolf roaming around. But for the most part, day after day, quietness and reflection.

With the company of a small group. Like minded people not prone to drama. Drama was found in the city, not the countryside.

Close relationships. People you could trust with your flock. People who had your back. People who knew you — your dreams, your sorrows, your hopes.

So you’re just handing out, chewing the fat, wondering about if price of sheep is going up or down. Nothing new. Just under the stars, night after night.

Then bang! The sky lights up beyond everything you have ever seen. You look at your friends — they are seeing the same thing, faces aglow with reflection. It’s not a hallucination. It’s angels, real angels!

Speaking to me…speaking to us?

 Of course I’m afraid!

 “Behold, I bring you…”

 Me? Why me? I’m just a shepherd, nothing special. I sleep outside with a bunch of smelly sheep. Me?

 “Good news of great joy that will be for all the people.”

Do I look like a messenger? Boy, I’d love some good news! And I’m all for joy. But how can I be a representative to “all the people?”

 “For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.”

 You’ve got to be kidding. I’ve heard of the Messiah in the temple, the few times I have gotten to go. Life has been hard, especially with the Romans roaming the country, taking sheep for their dinner.

But a Savior, for us spiritually, for us physically, for the nation of Israel? He would be Christ the Lord, the Master, of all. How can this be?

 “And this will be sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.”

 Ok, now something I can relate to – a barn. But the contrast, a Savior, Christ the Lord, as a baby?

And then there is not just one angel, but a whole bunch! People used to being alone in the darkness; now their world is surrounded by light, by beings, praising God, promising peace.

Overwhelmed is an understatement.

And then, as suddenly as it appeared, it’s gone. Darkness. Silence. I wonder how long it was quiet before someone broke the silence. I wonder what they first said, confirming what they saw, knowing that a group can’t hallucinate the same thing!

I wonder if they all went, or if they left one behind with the sheep? I wonder what it would have felt like to be the one left behind?

I wonder if they were filled with curiosity, to see if it was really true, or belief, to confirm that what they saw was true?

They went to the village. Did anyone know of a baby that was born tonight? Introverts who were used to being alone we now talking to others, searching for meaning. Anyone know a pregnant woman who is staying in a barn?

And then they arrived and saw it for themselves. The moment of awe when, like the Magi, their experience became very real and deeply personal.

People who were usually shy are now bubbling over, interrupting each other to tell the story of angels, describing the lights, the sounds. It was more than they could contain.

And it wasn’t just Mary and Joseph they told, but “all who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them.” I picture a little parade through the dark, making it’s way to the barn, waking up others as they heard the commotion. Those shepherds, their story, was the center of attention.

And then, it died down again. Those who hadn’t seen the lights, heard the words themselves, went back home and back to bed.

After all, it was just a baby.

The shepherds returned to the fields, to their responsibilities, to relieve the ones who had been left. They told them what they had found, how the vision had been confirmed. How it wasn’t just a dream.

It was more than a baby.

It was hope for a future, a world forever changed.

Magi – Matthew 1:1-12 Choices

As amazing as the visit from the Magi was mind blowing for Mary and Joseph, I can’t imagine how mind blowing it was for the Magi themselvs.

 After all, they were from another culture. Their kings are born in palaces, not of humble means. They served powerful men who ruled through war and domination, not babies.  They valued education, exploration, scientific studies, not the simple mindedness of a child.

 And yet, this is where their journey across miles and miles has ended. It wasn’t what they expected, and yet, it was what they received.

 They made a choice.

 They had seen a new star in the heavens, sparking curiosity. What did it mean? It was a choice for them to share their curiosity with other Magi. It was a choice for them to pack up their animals for the trip, to follow the star wherever it would lead. It was a choice for them to go to the bank (or it’s equivalent) and then to the market to buy supplies as well as gifts for those they may encounter on the journey. They kissed their loved ones and said their goodbyes, headed for the unknown.

It was a choice for them each day, each night, to not loose heart, to follow the star. They made observations, charted the course. It took them into unknown territory.

And it took courage to follow the star. Would the people they met be friend or foe? Would robbers meet them on the trial and strip them of their goods or life?

It took perseverance to follow the star. As they entered Herod’s palace, where they thought they would find answers, they found ignorance and insecurity. I’m sure Herod put on quite a show for his foreign visitors, trying to impress them with his wealth, power, knowledge. He may not have even noticed the new star himself.  Surely he had not questioned it. Through research, spurred by the Magi, his wise men found answers.

But Herod did not choose to go.

He stayed in his palace, in the midst of his unbelief. Instead of curiosity, he chose comfort. He chose to not believe.

The Magi pressed forward, with new information, until they found themselves in a small village, in the presence of a humble family holding a baby, in the presence of an unknown, unrecognized, king.

I wonder what that moment was like?

In my mind, I feel a moment of silent recognition. This is it. This is the meaning of the star. All the desires, all the hard work, all the expense, all the hard choices collide in this one moment, in this one place. They are awestruck.

What was knowledge became reality.

What was knowledge became extremely personal.

They didn’t walk away just knowing an answer. No, they bowed their knee in respect, in devotion, in deep admiration for the miracle they were beholding. After all, a new sign had been in the heavens, out of man’s control. It had heralded a new age, a new kingdom, lead by a baby.

They had chosen to follow the star.

Advent Series: How the Birth of Jesus Impacted…

Magi – Matthew 2:1-12 Late to the Party 

And then there were Magi that showed up…

Fascinating thought…If the star appeared the night of his birth (as per the shepherds’ account), and the Magi were from the East far enough away to come from a different culture, they must have traveled for some time to get to Jerusalem, which is not far from Bethlehem.

Picture this…you are a humble family in the middle east giving birth to what some think is your child conceived before marriage. You have registered that child with the government and done what Hebrew law required spiritually. You are probably staying in meager quarters (probably out of the barn) because you didn’t budget for this unexpected detour. You’re staying until your wife can bear the trip home (no air fares available!).

Three Magi show up out of the blue. Magi is often translated as “wise men” or “kings.” Magi is related to our word “magician.” They were so wise, so all knowing, that what they did was considered “magic” by those they astounded. There is no indication that they were kings or rulers, but they were probably closely related to kings because a king would want to be close to their knowledge, their insight, as well as their entertainment.

So, they are dressed for court as they enter. After all, they knew they were going to meet a future king. They had just been in Herod’s court and saw all the riches it beheld.

So…in your mind, picture Mary, Joseph and little Jesus standing there while these Magi, men from another culture, come in with their riches. Mary and Joseph know the truth about their baby. And shepherds, humble folk they could relate to had visited before, but now this?

And then, they prostrate themselves. They bow down and worship their baby boy. I can imagine Mary and Joseph looking around, wondering who was seeing this! Was their secret out? They had been trying to blend into woodwork, but all of Bethlehem must have seen the parade through the city of these foreign men. And now they are declaring him, worshipping him, as King.

And the gifts — gold, the wealth of a king; frankincense, the aroma of the spiritual; myrrh, the embalming spice of death. How overwhelming! How curious! What would it all mean?

Throughout life, God revealed what it meant. The gold was used to flee to Egypt, to fulfill scripture and save Jesus’ life. The frankincense was probably used in worship as they took Jesus into the temple of his true Father. And the myrrh, representative of the death of a king.

God sometimes does amazing things in our life, out of the box, and it takes time to realize what it means. In amazement, we need to take it in and live in the moment. God will show us in the future what it means.

Have you ever had one of those “God moments” that later you know what it meant? I’d love to hear about it…

Mary – Luke 1:26-56 And It All Became Real

It had all be so personal for Mary – a visit from the angel, the sense that she was pregnant by the Holy Spirit. We don’t know if she told her parents or guardians, but she knew the physical sign of what has been happening to her would be in seeing her barren cousin, Elizabeth, with child. So in an era without text messaging, she did the next best thing and headed off to see her.

Can you imagine the moment when she saw Elizabeth pregnant?

Everything became real. It wasn’t just her imagination or a dream. The Holy Spirit did overshadow her. Elizabeth is proof of miracles.

What was spiritual, became physical.

Not only that, Elizabeth confirmed what Mary knew in her heart. Before words came out of Mary’s mouth, Elizabeth recognized what had happened deep within Mary. And Elizabeth’s baby responded as well, as it would be the call on his life to proclaim the coming of the Messiah.

Elizabeth affirmed Mary’s faith that there would be fulfillment of prophecy.

And at that moment, Mary’s tongue is loosed. What had been secret now is real! She knows it’s true, not just hallucination.

She knows she can’t take credit for any of it!

Mary doesn’t talk much in scripture, at least in what is recorded, but in this case she bursts into praise. She gives credit where it is due – on the Lord, God, her Savior. She is overcome with gratitude (I’m sure she needed to lean on later when tough times came) that God had chosen her to bear his Son. He would not only be the Savior of Israel, and of the world, but he would be her personal Savior.

Remember, she says all this no knowing how it will all work out. She says this not knowing if she will be a single mother, living in shame. She doesn’t know that her Savior will face the cross.

She only knows that there is life within her.

I can’t help but reflect on the moment I turned my life over to Christ. It was a private moment of complete surrender. It’s hard to describe it, but I knew the Holy Spirit was there, giving me new birth.

I was private about it for a while. But then people began to notice a change in me. I began to make different choices in my life. I began to believe that he who I had entrust a moment to be my Savior would also be faithful for the rest of my life.

What was spiritual, became physical.

Mary – Luke 1:26-56 One Detail

No one, at the time of Jesus’ birth, was impacted by the birth of the Messiah more than Mary.

First of all, she began seeing angels. Then she felt life inside of her, knowing she had never been physically intimate with a man.

After having the miracle confirmed by her cousin, she had the dubious job of going home and telling her parents and the man she was suppose to marry. She lived with the whispers, the shame, she knew was not true. Then she gave birth, and for the first time in history, saw God in human flesh.

All this was entrusted to a young girl, what we would consider a child.

And what was her response to the angel? Interestingly enough, she had one question, “How will this be, since I am a virgin?”

I guess she assumed if God could handle that question, he could handle all the other details. The “shadowing of the Holy Spirit” would not just happen once, resulting in a pregnancy, but he would continue to overshadow her, protecting the life within her, protecting the life after it was born.

I’ve often wondered what prepared her to respond in such a submissive, humble manner? Her parents are not mentioned in the story, but obviously they had taught her scripture as her song of praise (Luke 46-55) is filled with it. Maybe she had seen them long and earnestly pray for the Messiah. She knew her cousin was godly and went to be with her for encouragement. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall for their conversations!

Mary had no sense of self-sufficiency. With child-like faith, she leaned into the Spirit.

In this challenge, she knew God would be with her. “Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.”

God would protect her and the Messiah. She didn’t know how. She only knew one detail, how the baby would be conceived, and stepped out in faith into a world that could have been her death.

But one detail was enough.