An Evening Symphony

 "On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night. Because you are my help, I sing in the shadows of your wings. I cling to you; your right hand upholds me." Psalm 63:6-8

    Often, in the cool of the summer evenings, I hear the robin singing a solo from the branches above. Most of the avian proclamations take place in the mornings so I wondered why this feathered friend raises praise at twilight. So, I looked it up.

    All songbirds are passerines, which means they have a distinct toe arrangement for perching purposes. A suborder of these passerines is the oscine, which have a highly specialized vocal organ called a syrinx. But, just having this syrinx isn't enough. A songbird has a superior mastery over his syrinx using complex muscles to control a series of membranes which are used to produce the delightful arias we hear. 

    Unlike other birds that merely chirp, young songbirds learn their complex musical arrangements by listening to their parents or other adult birds. They rely on more than just instinct; they learn by listening to others.

    So, getting back to the American Robin...The website for the Audubon Society says, "As the sun begins to set, robin song takes on a new and exquisitely different character. From sunset to dark, a robin adds ethereal whispered notes to its carol, creating a song of remarkable grace and complexity." (emphasis added)

    Herein lies the reason why the robin sings in the evening. He creates a song of grace. I like to imagine him thanking our Creator for his daily provisions, for his perching ability and for his syrinx. These hymns of praise he learned from the adults who surrounded his childhood nest. Now, he takes joy in using all that God gave him to teach me, his appreciative audience, to do likewise. 

    Next time I hear a robin's evening symphony, I will join in.

"I will praise you, Lord, among the nations. I will sing of you among the peoples. For great is your love reaching to the heavens; your faithfulness reaches to the skies." Psalm 57: 9, 10 

    

A Silent Audience

 "I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in His word I put my hope." Psalm 130:5

    Insomnia nettled me. The absolute silence at four o'clock in the morning caused me to rise and roam my home. Though we live on a well-traveled road, there wasn't a soul stirring anywhere, neither man nor beast. Not even a leaf. I think I really did hear a pin drop, it was that quiet.

    On tiptoe, as I peered out my bathroom window into the dark hush, this verse from the book of Revelation came to mind: "When He opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half and hour." Prior to this future event, when the Lamb of God will open the final seal of judgment which will unleash the wrath of God, there will have been a continuous cacophony of praise and worship in heaven. But, like a calm before a storm, all will wait in silence, a captive audience.

    We, also, on this side of heaven are in a period of intense waiting. Even the birds, insects and animals are waiting for their Creator to redeem His creation. All authority, power, honor and dominion has been given to Jesus Christ; what He has ordained to occur no one can alter.

    And so we wait...

    Like waiting for our order to come at a restaurant. Like waiting for a concert to begin. There is an edge-of-the-seat anticipation that the object of our hope will fulfill our desires. More than a plate of food or a two-hour concert, that for which we hope - that perfect Eden eternity where weariness and frustration are no longer - will be so worth the wait.

"For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed...the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God." Romans 8:19, 21

Family Ties

"But soon it was time for the Feast of the Tabernacles, one of the annual Jewish holidays, and Jesus' brothers urged him to go to Judea for the celebration. 'Go where more people can see your miracles!' they scoffed. 'You can't be famous when you hide like this! If you're so great, prove it to the world!' For even his brothers didn't believe in him."
John 7: 2-5

I wonder if Jesus' mother, Mary, ever opened up to explain the situation of Christ's birth. If she told the crowds at the Feast that Jesus was born in Bethlehem, would they believe her? Did she ever share with his brothers how the angel spoke to her and Joseph, how the heavenly host surrounded the shepherds in the fields at night? Did she ever recall the mysterious Magi, bringing their gifts of three? Did she dare to confide in her best friend, saying "I was a virgin when Jesus was born"? Or did she keep all these things in her heart?
Jesus, I wonder what you thought as you covertly mingled amongst the people at the Feast, listening to their varying opinions. Even today, amid the various beliefs and arguments, I visualize your deep brown eyes searching mine and asking, "What about you, Rachel? Who do you say I am?" You are the light of this dark world. Show me the way as we sojourn together, my Shepherd and my Friend.

Confidently Sure

 "Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see." Hebrews 11:1

    Have you ever longed for a change in some area of your life? Maybe it's a loved one for whom you have been praying or perhaps a well established habit or pattern which you cannot break? In my own life, I got to thinking that perhaps a lack of faith is the reason why I don't see any change so I decided to study this topic in the gospels. 

    The Roman centurion came to Jesus asking for help in Matthew chapter eight. "Lord," he implored, "my servant lies at home, paralyzed, suffering terribly." Though he was a Gentile, a Roman, he addressed Jesus as Lord, and rightly so. In utter humility, he went on to say, "I do not deserve to have you come under my roof. Just say the word and my servant will be healed." The Bible says he amazed Jesus with this display of faith. (Can you imagine amazing Jesus?)

    Jesus replied, "Truly I tell you, I have not found anyone in Israel with such great faith. Go!" he said to the centurion, "Let it be done just as you believed it would." His servant was healed at that moment.

    Did you noticed that it was done just as he believed it would? 

    I think my trouble lies in my unbelief. Do I really believe Jesus will save the person for whom I have been praying? 

    Skip ahead to the ninth chapter of Matthew where two blind men were following Jesus, calling out for mercy. Though they couldn't see, they knew who Jesus was, that's for sure. When Jesus asked them if they believed He was able to restore their sight, they responded, "Yes, Lord." Then Jesus touched their eyes and said, "According to your faith let it be done to you." (emphasis added) And so it was. 

    The centurion and those two blind men were confident and sure in what they'd hoped for, certain about what they did not see. 

    Do I have that kind of faith? Or is there a hesitation, a reservation? I wish to have the faith of the woman who had been bleeding for twelve long years. She knew if she just touched the hem of His garment, she would be healed (Mark 5:28). Not "might" be healed but would be.

    Confidently sure. And why not? When the object of faith is Jesus, there is no reason to doubt!

"Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed...nothing will be impossible for you." Matthew 17:20 

   

A Promise is a Promise

 "'This is the covenant I will make with the people of Israel after that time,' declares the Lord. 'I will put my law in their minds and write it on their hearts. I will be their God, and they will be my people.'" Jeremiah 31:33

    Marriage is a trip. Two strangers of the opposite sex meet, fall in love and begin a lifelong expedition which takes them all over the place. Sometimes, there are lush Edens of happiness and other times, the two seem to be stuck in the Molasses Swamp of Candyland.

    Pondering traditional marriage vows, when we enter the covenant of holy matrimony, we are vowing "to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part." I have not always kept my promises, but I have confessed my brokenness and rejoined the expedition with David, my husband.

    Since marriage is ordained by God, it's no surprise to note that it is fashioned by His covenant of love for us, His people. Our relationship with God is a covenant, a binding agreement between two parties. Both marriage and our walk with Christ involve love, sacrifice, faithfulness, union and a lifelong commitment.

     Picture being the bride of Christ, adorned in His righteous robes, standing solemnly beside Him before the Father, being joined for all eternity for better or for worse. In a voice cloaked by emotion, you vow to love and cherish Him, knowing you can only do so by the help of the Holy Spirit, which He then gives you as you slip on the ring of baptism. His sacred words are then etched upon your heart, your sheer love for Him becomes evident in your life.

    I heard a radio sermon this week given on John 3:16: "For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." The preacher encouraged me to replace the words, "the world" with my name in order to grasp the personal invitation. "For God so loved Rachel that He gave..."  

    What if I, in response to this covenant of love, declared, "For Rachel so loved God that she gave..." What would I give? My heart, soul, mind and strength. I would give Him my all.

"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength." Mark 12:30

     

Just Five Words

 "The Lord is my Shepherd." Psalm 23:1

    When I was a child, my mom assigned to me the task of memorizing the twenty-third Psalm. What seemed like a chore at the time has become a means of blessing to me the older I get. Though this familiar Psalm is often spoken at funerals, those first five words portray abundant life to me. 

    As I pondered the verse above, I toyed with placing the emphasis on one word at a time, like this:

• The Lord is my Shepherd: Not just any lord, He is the Ancient of Days, the one and only God.
• The Lord is my Shepherd: The Master of the Universe is my King of kings, Almighty God.
• The Lord is my Shepherd: Present tense, not "was" or "will be." In the here and now, He is mine.
• The Lord is my Shepherd: Up close, personal and familiar with all my ways. 
• The Lord is my Shepherd: He leads me and guides me all the days of my life.

    If I am injured, He will stoop down to bind my wounds because He is close to the broken-hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. If I drift away, it doesn't matter how many other sheep are in the fold, He will come looking for me. When hunger and thirst assail me, He opens His hand and I am fed. And when the enemy prowls 'round me as a lion, my Victor will rescue me, drawing me close. 

    By believing in just five words, my needs are met for all eternity.

"I am the good Shepherd: I know my sheep and my sheep know me...and I lay down my life for the sheep." John 10:14

    

A Man Named Matthew

 "As Jesus went on from there, He saw a man named Matthew sitting at the tax collector's booth. 'Follow me,' He told him, and Matthew got up and followed Him." Matthew 9:9

    As Matthew recorded his meeting with Jesus in his gospel account, he must have recalled with great tenderness the moment Jesus saw him - not as a traitorous, despised tax collector - but as a man with a name. That is how God sees each one of us, as valuable and lovable individuals, and we must each decide whether or not we will follow Him.

    Our culture is defined by labels, categories and demographics. Case in point: We bought a new refrigerator a while back. It came with a product registration card which I dutifully set out to complete. The usual questions were represented i.e. name, address, date of purchase; with these I had no qualm. But then the queries sought to lump me into categories that had no connections to my purchase: What level of education did you complete? Do you own your home or rent? How much is your gross income?

    Why did they need to know that? As far as I was concerned, I was just a person in need of cold food. This led me gratefully into the presence of my Lord who sees me as His beloved child. When I was broken, He didn't see a high-school-educated non-hispanic in a low income tax bracket who worked as a bank teller. He saw a soul in need of salvation. He backed up His reliability with His own blood, having written a love letter to me with its scarlet ink in these words from Paul's letter to the Romans:

    "If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare His own Son, but gave Him up for us all - how will He not also, along with Him, graciously give us all things?" Romans 8: 31, 32