I'm Listening
I’m Listening I intended to write something on the psalm for Sunday, Psalm 85, particularly verse 8, “will listen to what the Lord God is saying.” However this morning Becky took a misstep while walking Boomer. A trip to an urgent care center confirmed that she had broken her fifth metatarsal, that’s the bone that goes to the little toe. So she’s hobble ling around. While I was putting dishes in the dish washer I reached down to catch the bottom tray which was rolling out and jabbed a knife point into my hand. Well, it’s not as serious as I thought at first and can now type with both hands. But I’m listening Lord. Is this a harbinger of future things to come? I have left out the end of verse 8. “For you speak peace to your faithful people and to those who turn their hearts to you.” So it’s not true as daughter Sarah said, that we got our injuries because last night I buried in the back of her backyard two possum or raccoons that had drowned in one of her garbage cans a few days ago. And some people think that a preachers life is all wine and roses. Could have used some of both last night. Took me back to my days growing up on the farm. I found a prayer attached to this Psalm 85 in the LBW Ministers Desk Edition. “God of love and faithfulness, you so loved the world that you gave your only Son to be our Savior. Help us to receive him as both Lord and brother and freely celebrate him as our gracious Redeemer now and forever.” Amen. Ah, its not about a broken metatarsal or a punctured hand. Its about God’s love and faithfulness in giving Jesus to be our Savior. That’s the peace the psalmist was writing about. So I guess I’ve written about Psalm 85:8 after all.
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