Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Ultimate Messenger

I have a friend who had a hard weekend ahead of her. I had promised her I would be praying for her.

As I had my devotions Saturday morning I thought about her. Our friendship is more of an internet type of deal as we see each other only at church and church related functions as she works during the week and I am at home most of the time. We never pick up the phone and call. We facebook or e-mail with little time actually being spent in one another’s company. However when we are able to actually spend time together it is rich~~so rich.

Something the commentator in my devotional book said made me think back to a time before the internet and e-mail. Now I am thankful to receive and be able to send those little reminders to folks I love, care about and am praying for, letting them know that I AM praying for them, they are on my heart and in my thoughts. However, it reminded me that before all that, instant messaging had to be done through the ultimate messenger, the Holy Spirit..

This realization came when I realized that He sends messages—yes, long before telephones, facebook, e-mail, texts and twitter, God knew how to let us know of his constant continual thoughts of us letting us know He loves me, is thinking of us, and Jesus is interceding for me at His throne all the time. .

“How precious are your thought of me, O God! How great is the sum of them!" Ps 139:17

Rainbows in the clouds, sunsets and sunrises, that stops us in our tracks, a rainstorm in the midst of dryness, a newborn baby fresh from his arms.

“Come and see the works of God; He is awesome in His doing toward the sons of men.” Ps 66:5

Of all the messages you may receive today I hope you know—

“…and your thoughts toward us cannot be recounted to you in order; If I would declare and speak them they are more than can be numbered.” Ps 40:5b

Friday, September 9, 2011

A moment not lost.........

We were hearing advertisements on the radio at night or early in the morning about the WWI Memorial and Museum in Kansas City. The only reason these caught our attention was because Kevin Costner was doing the speaking—his voice is recognizable.

We were going to do a weekend get away to KC before the push of two jobs the guys were working on and decided that the WW I Museum and Memorial was one of the things we would take in. Even though we had been to Kansas City many times, I’m ashamed to say we didn’t know it was there and had never visited it.

It was educational, enlightening, interesting, all the things I know that any museum and memorial are going for to attract people.

As we wandered our way around and through, you couldn’t help but notice a group of young service men in fatigues going through as well. It was a self guided tour, so we kept bumping into a few of them here and there throughout. We also encountered a man about our age accompanying two elderly gentlemen in wheelchairs who were veterans; you could tell by their hats and the patches and emblems on them.

It was a moving exhibit. The reality of war always is. You couldn’t help but read about the hardships they suffered in the trenches, with mud, cold, snow, and sickness without being moved. As I stood reading the time line of a portion of the war, getting close to the end of it all, explaining the armistice that was signed in 1918, I turned and was caught up in what was one of the most poignant moments of the entire tour for me.

As I had been reading absorbed in the information and pictures before me I had not noticed the elderly veteran in the wheelchair who had rolled up beside me on my left, or the young man in fatigues who now stood on my right. One who knew war and had fought for this nation we live in, and one who was in the midst of it now. I was flanked not just physically but emotionally by two men who had fought, and were fighting for my freedom, the freedom of others, and the liberty that we all enjoy. The moment was not lost on me. I choked, tears came to my eyes and, I’m sorry to say, I had to walk away. If I had tried to speak to either one of them to say thank you I would have lost it.

9-11 is this weekend.

As we are hearing things about all the events planned for this weekend, the scene at the WWI Memorial came to me. 9-11 was an act of war, and the horrors of that day ten years ago are still with us, just as the horrors of every war America has ever fought in are still with us. But as I think about all that happened, I take comfort in the fact that like wars before, there are those that have battled and will continue to battle on that we can live in freedom in this nation.

I may not have been able to say it that day but I can now………..

Thank You!