I don’t like to quote other writers in my devotionals. I prefer to produce my own work. Not piggybacking on someone else’s insights or ideas. Except for today. And apart from God’s Word.

I’m still captivated by what God says in Isaiah 43: 4–‘Because you are precious in my eyes, and honored, and I love you…’ Reminding myself of what God says helps when I’m feeling, rightfully or wrongfully, somewhat down in the dumps.

If I look back too long at how miserable I’ve been, at the sins that have easily rolled off my back, aimed directly at others, plus how unworthy I am of God’s sentiments in Isaiah 43, it can bring on the blues. And gets worse, not hanging on to what God promised– His love and forgiveness. Either He means it, or He doesn’t.

For it’s a matter of the will to believe in God and His promises. Don’t rely on your feelings. They roam all over the place. At least mine do. Believing is saying ‘yes’ to Jesus. I believe Him. And trust Him. In God we trust.

Especially when you don’t feel like it. Not to worry. Your feelings will catch up with your beliefs. Won’t always stay so conflicted. The fog will lift, the air will clear, and you’ll see who holds your hand. Never to let go. Right? It’s Jesus who’s been there all along. Feel it or not. There He is.

Now I want to go beyond how wonderful God feels about His own, as in you and me. To stop focusing on me, I, and myself. Just for a moment. Okay? Are you with me? Then keep reading.

I’d like to turn the tables a bit, do what doesn’t come naturally, and try to please God for a change. Instead of always soaking in His love and counting all those blessings He gives, what about what makes His day? How can I put a smile on His face? That’s where that outside quote comes in. It’s from a sermon entitled ‘The Weight of Glory’ given by the English scholar and author C. S. Lewis. It was during World War II that he addressed the Church of St. Mary the Virgin in Oxford, England. It’s a masterful message during difficult times.

Lewis writes this–‘I read in a periodical the other day that the fundamental thing is how we think of God. By God Himself, it is not! How God thinks of us is not only more important, but infinitely more important. Indeed, how we think of Him is of no importance except insofar as it is related to how He thinks about us…To please God…to be a real ingredient in the divine happiness…to be loved by God, not merely pitied, but delighted in as an artist delights in his work or a father in a son…’ Might want to read that again. Here’s the phrase that grabs my attention–‘To please God…the divine happiness…’

God’s delight. His pleasure. Doing for Him. At His beck and call. For His sake. Knowing how the Lord feels about His own children, how can we not do for Him all that He wants of us? That’s not asking too much, is it? Especially when we know how precious and honored and loved we truly are by God Almighty.

Let my life be more for Jesus. I’ll let Him know how much I love Him. That I’m eager to be His follower, though full of imperfections. Isn’t it time to think less about me and more about Him? Especially with the events of this holy week and the celebration of Jesus’ resurrection tomorrow? Let’s be…for Him!

Lord Jesus, may my life radiate love for you. Amen.

If I had a dime for every time someone says that the God of the Old Testament is a big old meanie while Jesus in the New Testament is totally different, I’d be rolling in the dough. Possibly you’ve heard such claims, too? Or did you say it yourself? If so, it’s not true. Not at all. No if’s, ands, or but’s about it.

Yes, the Lord Almighty is deeply hurt when His created beings, made in His image, reject Him. Refuse His love and care. Snub their noses His way. Want nothing more to do with Him. Curse His name like it’s no big deal, coupled with belittling what He wants us to know, in the Bible, as prejudiced and unsafe old wives’ tales and myths. And He’s just supposed to sit there in heaven and take it all? Would you? Not me. The whole shootin’ shebang would have been wiped off the face of the earth a long time ago if it were up to me.

He has every right to be upset. And if someone, and there are way too many, wants nothing to do with the Lord for all eternity, then He’ll honor their request, much to their regret.

But even still, His love shines brighter and brighter. And I’m looking in the heart of the Old Testament. In the book of Isaiah. Shouldn’t I be mired there in God’s judgment? Where He gets up on the wrong side of the bed? Grouchy and touchy? That’s the Old Testament deity? I’ve actually read God’s first testament. The Old one, that is. And many times. As in every year. Which is why I get my dander up at those who have no idea what they’re talking about, that God is a colossal meanie all the way from Genesis to Malachi.

Take a good, substantial look at Isaiah 43: 4. Memorize it. Count on it. Hold it front and center in your heart and mind. Here it is–‘Because you are precious in my eyes, and honored, and I love you…’ (Is. 43:4). Mull over those thoughts for a while. Good medicine for the soul, don’t you think? Spiritual antibiotics that quash the infectious wrong views some hold of our Lord in the Old Testament.

For I need those ‘and’/’and’ promises–of being precious, ‘and’ respected, ‘and’ loved. All by God! The Lord’s affection toward us keeps building. A crescendo of tenderness, warmth, and intimacy. When you imagine that God is out to get you, that He really doesn’t like you very much, then repeat those ‘and’/’and’ promises spoken in Isaiah 43. From the Old Testament, dare I say?

We’re precious to God. Worth a king’s ransom. He’d give His eyeteeth for us. How? That’s all about His Son Jesus and His dying on the cross. His life for ours. Once for all. For all who believe. For those who make a commitment to be His own, even as fallible as we are. All of this is God’s gift to you and me. Forget about earning any of it. Like we could? No way. It’s His gift.

And He respects us. Can you imagine? Makes me blush when I think of how undeserving I am. No doubt about it–I’m not worth God’s respect. But He gives it anyway. Why? What does He want in return? Nothing. Okay, maybe some thanks. Some praise and appreciation. To be His. And mean it. His respect is another gift. Such a meanie God! You think?

And now for the icing on the cake–God loves you and me. He’s crazy about us. His own children. Are you as uncomfortable with His loving you as I am about His loving me? I know myself. I’ve hurt others while being hurt as well. Sometimes I’ve turned my back on my Lord without hesitation. My love for God can do a nasty disappearing act, quicker than Houdini in his prime, and without much thought on my part. Will God’s love dematerialize and do a vanishing act?

You know. That’s why He makes these big ‘and’/’and’ promises, so you can trust what God says. Roll them around in your mind this week. When Satan challenges you, casting your sin smack dab in your face, then throw these ‘and’/’and’ promises right back at him and see him slink away.

I’m precious. And respected. And loved by God Almighty. And all this is front and center in God’s Word. Found where? Right again. In the Old Testament!

Thank you, Father, for all your promises to me. In Jesus’ name. And for His sake. Amen.

We were absolutely over-the-top excited about our visit to the ancient city of Petra in modern-day Jordan. A dream come true! We’d seen pictures of the entrance to this long-abandoned city, what’s called the Treasury building, but we couldn’t believe our eyes at how huge the rest of the metropolis truly was.

We’d been told to pack lots of water. And we did. But we soon discovered that our supply was woefully inadequate. Near the end of our tour, we were parched dry like cardboard. Uncomfortable and grumpy. Isaiah 41:17 resonates–‘When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue is parched with thirst, I the Lord will answer them; I the God of Israel will not forsake them.’

What saved us that day in Petra? Certainly, it was our Lord, through a German restaurant nestled on the outskirts of Petra, that served us a lovely lunch, along with what seemed like gallons of ice-cold bottled water at each table. Needed every drop. We drank and drank, trying to slake the thirst that grabbed our throats. And eventually it did, thank the Lord, and once again, our German restaurant hosts! Danke!

We may have been Petra-fried that day, but the Lord promises that when we’re poor and needy, when we’ve run out of steam, feel weak and desperate, He has refreshment for us. Hear what’s next in Isaiah 41–‘I will open rivers on the bare heights, and fountains in the midst of the valleys. I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry lands springs of water’ (vs. 18).

God promises–‘I will…I will…’ Is He able to fulfill them? To our specifications? Yes and no. Try not to get ahead of God. His outcomes may not be exactly what we expect. They may seem quite the opposite of all we need and prayed for. But all things being equal, which often they’re not, keep looking up to your Lord. Pour out your heart to Him. No matter what, trust Jesus. Refuse to be knocked off His track. Eyes riveted on your Lord, staying close by Him with all your questions and doubts. Never let go of His hand.

You know that God is more than able. So get behind Him. Be a follower. Let Him lead. As we pray in the Lord’s Prayer–‘…thy will be done.’ You may not need physical water or food at this moment. But spiritual nourishment? We’re all in need of that. Me big time!

A high Bible diet is prescribed by Dr. Jesus. The fiber of faith from His Word. Extra proteins from His promises. Ready to feast? To quench your thirst and hunger for God? Dive in. Eat up. Gulp down deeply. No limits or fattening calories to worry about. Not with the Bible, God’s sustaining Word!

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for fulfilling all your promises, in your time and in your way. Also, for your sake. Amen.

As soon as I began serving the Lord at my last church, I started a weekly prayer group. In the beginning, only a few came, but in time it grew to about twenty folk, some from other churches who wanted to be with fellow believers who prayed. One or two would record all our prayer requests and periodically report back on their outcomes. Very exciting and encouraging. God was answering the cries of our hearts. He really was!

However, one day I asked the group to focus only on praising the Lord. Well, things got a tad dicey. I told them not to ask for anything for themselves or anyone else. Seemed like I had stolen their most precious possession! A notable sigh was heard. What were we to pray about? Just sit in silence, contemplating who knows what? No. Focus on thanking God. Praising our Lord. All our prayers are about Him today. And for Him. All of them? Yes, that’s right. Have I lost my mind? No comments, please!

But my instructions remained. Get off yourself, even off others in need, and look up. Only gaze upward. So, how did we do? Follow their pastor’s lead? Are you kidding? After about two feeble praises, we got the show on the road, asking for this and begging for that! Oh well, you can tell what sway I had on that dear church family! Hate to admit it, but I got right behind them asking, seeking, and knocking, putting the bite on the Lord for this, that, and the other almost from the get-go.

Looking at Psalm 147, you can’t miss something that sticks out like a sore thumb. Especially to those of us primarily focused on ourselves. Doesn’t matter what translation you’re using, this psalm begins and ends with ‘Praise the Lord! (which in the Hebrew language is ‘Hallelujah’). In addition, three words are repeated throughout this psalm– ‘He’, ‘His’, and ‘Him’.

Check it out. Add them up. Those three words are painted all over this psalm. Which reminds me of our triune God– Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. One God, three persons. Now don’t ask me to explain the unexplainable. I can’t. No one can, this side of heaven. But then and there, we’ll know. No ifs, ands, or buts about ‘He’, ‘His’, and ‘Him’–‘For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully…’ (1 Cor. 13: 12).

This week, spend some time in Psalm 147. Note those three prevalent pronouns–‘He’, ‘His’, and ‘Him’. Try as best you can to focus on thanking and praising your God. And don’t worry if you stumble along a bit, not doing such a great job. Even well-meaning pastors flub up! After all, the Lord loves to hear from us with all that’s on our hearts. Shy away from legalism and formality and repeating certain religious-sounding patterns over and over again. Or fearing you won’t use the right words.

Be yourself for a change. And let Jesus know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, how much you love Him…and appreciate Him. That’s not too much to ask, is it?

Lord Jesus, I love you and trust you. Thousands of praises and thanks to you from my heart to your ears. Amen.

In many ways, I had a happy childhood. My parents weren’t high on drugs or booze; they loved each other and provided well for my brother, sister, and me. Our neighborhood had lots of kids to play with. And I did. No major arguments or disputes with parents hating or suing each other. None that I knew of.

Most neighbors were Jewish, as was true of my elementary school. I was the token Christian, even though I knew little about what it meant to be such, except that I wasn’t Jewish. Seventy+ years later, I’m still in contact with some of those ‘kids’ from the South Mountain Elementary School neighborhood of Millburn, New Jersey. And I’m still Johnny to those dear friends!

We played all sorts of outdoor games. Whiffle ball. ‘Not It’. Leap frog. Hide and seek. Stickball on the street pavement outside our homes, where we’d yell ‘car, car, c…a…r’ for oncoming traffic. And then that game, which I thoroughly despised. Dreaded playing every time. Tried to get out of it if I could. And rarely did. What was it? Pin down!

You know the game? Have to pin someone down on the ground, on all fours, making them say ‘Uncle’, with whoever stayed immobilized and trapped losing the game. I lost every time. And so-called neighbor kids must have sensed that I was in panic mode, pinned down and restrained, for they wouldn’t let me up, no matter how many times I yelled ‘Uncle’! Bunch of meanies! I take it all back about that idyllic childhood stuff!

In Psalm 143, King David pleads with the Lord to get him out of a tight spot, where he finds himself confined, weak, and just plain powerless. Like how I felt playing ‘pin down’ except on a much grander scale–‘For your name’s sake, O Lord, preserve my life! In your righteousness bring my soul out of trouble!’ (Ps. 143: 11). It’s that Hebrew word ‘trouble’ that reminds me of ‘pin down’. It means hedged in. Unable to get up and walk. Stuck. Helpless. Possibly how I felt as a two-year-old with paralytic polio? You think so? I do.

When we feel up against the wall with some insurmountable troubles, do what King David does–‘Hear my prayer, O Lord; give ear to my pleas for mercy! In your faithfulness answer me, in your righteousness’ (Ps.143: 1). Plead with your God. Lay it all out before Him. At His feet, knowing how good and loving He is.

Like He doesn’t know all about it, anyway? Catches Him offguard? Shocked and speechless? Not quite. Not at all. So, why bother? That’s easy. Because He loves the relationship He has with us. Our Lord cherishes our closeness. That we hang on His every word. Believe Him as if our life depends upon it. And it does. So, like any other relationship, talk it out. Even better, hold nothing back. Know how much God cares.

Then see what your Lord does. Wait on Him, and for once (talking to myself), mean it. Relax, already. When the Lord says to cast our burdens on Him, then, by all means, do it. And stop trying to fish them back. That’s hard for me too. You’re probably much more patient. Or are you?

Isn’t it time to trust Jesus? Why wait a second longer? Any old time will do. How about right now?

Lord Jesus, hold my hand as I lean in closer to you. Thank you. Amen.

When we rented a 15th-century manor house in England for two months, we attended different churches and cathedrals most Sundays. We loved the small and very friendly Baptist Church near our home in Droitwich Spa. But it was at the Cathedral in Worcester where the air was filled with what we hadn’t expected. Incense permeated everything. Like a fragrant London fog settling in. I’m not sure how many censers were being waved around the cathedral nave, issuing smoke with a lovely aroma, for this was high Anglican worship. And we’re lowly Protestants. But not so low that we couldn’t love this awe-inspiring and stirring worship service.

Hardly unbiblical. I mean that business about incense. Those of us who are more comfortable with simple, unadorned worship must be careful not to judge other believers for how they worship the Lord. All the ornate frufru comes with deep meaning. Read about the Old Testament Tabernacle and Temple, where worship is filled with symbolism from the outside in, with sounds and smells that strike some of us as rather unfamiliar.

Reading Psalm 141, I come across this–‘O Lord, I call upon you; hasten to me! Give ear to my voice when I call to you! Let my prayer be counted as incense before you, and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice!’ (Ps. 141:1-2). Incense and of raising hands, too. We low church folk are much too refined for that! But there it is in the Bible. So, be comfortable worshipping your God. Don’t hold back and let the likes of me inhibit you one bit.

For our prayers are like incense to God–rising up to Him, sweet-smelling and all. Their smoke goes everywhere in the heavens above, occupying God’s full attention. And there’s more about incense and our prayers. From that marvelously mysterious last book in the Bible, Revelation–‘And when he had taken the scroll, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lord, each holding a harp, and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints’ (Rev. 5: 8).

Nothing stops the rising smoke of incense. Its pungent aromas permeate the heavens, like our prayers, which come to our God, offered by the hands of His heavenly servants. Our pleas are held dear and doted upon, treasured in golden bowls, symbolizing how precious our heart’s desires are to our Lord.

If so, here’s a thought. Why don’t we pray more? Give back to God what He treasures from His own? To simply please our Lord? Costs us nothing. Only a few moments of our ‘precious time’. Again, why not pray more?

This week, let’s do just that and fill our hearts with the joy of knowing how much Jesus loves to hear from us. And, by all means, spend time with Him, telling Him everything that’s on your heart and mind. He knows, and so loves to hear it all from our lips to His ears. That’s some of what that frufru is all about.

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for loving me. Amen.

We live in a society that expects results. Get ahead, prosper, and thrive. Success at all costs. But when is the price too high, demanding more and more until we reach some breaking point?

We hope beyond hope that money solves all problems. Lurking in the shadows, likewise, we also know that it’s the root of all kinds of evil. How lottery winners, after all the shirttail relatives and self-appointed friends show up looking for a hefty handout, those top dog sweepstake champs wind up thinking more about what they’ve lost than gained, with winning being more of a curse. But I’d be different if I won. Wouldn’t I? You think? Probably not!

How about reasons for following Jesus? Because He’s got lots of goodies for me? A cornucopia of material blessings? Plus, better safe than sorry? Some fire insurance for the final days ahead? A fairweather follower? On good days, but a tad shaky on the others? When I expect life to go my way, and if it doesn’t, then God can hitch a ride on someone else’s highway. You know what I mean? Am I a true-blue, sold-out, regardless of the consequences, disciple of Jesus? How about it? All right, already. I’ll stop asking these endless questions!

Just when you thought things should lighten up, I suggest that we tackle Jeremiah 44. It’s not an easy Bible chapter to fathom. Makes some of us uncomfortable. But such is life. For God’s people have been found unfaithful. Lousy followers. Turncoats. Phonies through and through.

Here’s one example–‘As for the word that you (Jeremiah) have spoken to us in the name of the Lord, we will not listen to you. But we will do everything that we have vowed, make offerings to the queen of heaven (a pagan goddess) and pour out drink offerings to her, as we did, both we and our fathers, our kings and our officials, in the cities of Judah and in the streets of Jerusalem. For then we had plenty of food, and prospered, and saw no disaster. But since we left off making offerings to the queen of heaven and pour out drink offerings to her, we have lacked everything…’ (Jer. 44: 16-18). Read on, there’s more about God’s fickle, two-faced, snake-in-the-grass folk.

What these people own up to is quite a devastating admission–to be His alone, only if the going keeps getting better, and solely on good days. It’s easy to follow the Lord when life is fun and games, everything coming up roses, but what about the other times, which invariably come and knock us over? What then? Should I blame God? Turn my back on Him? Curse the day I was born as if to snub my nose at my Maker?

By the way, how am I doing with all this? My heart wants to stay close to Jesus no matter what, but will I always be loyal and dependable? Here I go again with more questions. But that’s where I’m at. Wondering? Hoping?

But wait a minute. Something seems misplaced, doesn’t it? Maybe I should focus on how faithful the Lord is to His own whose hearts yearn for Jesus alone. About how He’ll never desert us. That He keeps His word, the ultimate promise-keeper. It’s about Jesus more than about me or you. That’s where we should hang our hats.

So, I’m sticking close by the One who never moves away from me. Join me? There’s oodles of room at His feet. Cuddle up a little closer. No matter what hits the fan, we’ll be just fine. Okay? That’s my last question!

Thank you, Jesus, for being my Lord and Savior, regardless of what nasty things come my way. Especially then. Amen.

I love reading 19th-century novels like those by Dickens, Melville, Hugo, Dostoyevsky, and many others. A favorite novella is ‘Silas Marner’ by the English female author George Eliot. I’ve read it numerous times. With more to come, hopefully. It’s a moving story about a man, Master Marner, who becomes transformed from a greedy miser into a loving father of a small child who stumbles into his candle-lit cabin as her mother tragically dies, lying in a nearby snow bank. How does he earn his fortune? By weaving and then burying his earned gold coins under the rustic cabin’s floorboards.

Silas Marner is a weaver. The book’s subtitle is ‘The Weaver of Raveloe’. In those times, weavers often travelled, working from home to home in addition to laboring in their own cottages. My wife weaves. She has a loom. The shuttlecock flies by as she intertwines yarns of varied colors and blends. Some threads contain silk, cashmere, bamboo, and wool. It’s fascinating watching my wife at work. And from this ancient process, the most amazing creations emerge and bless our home.

When I read Psalm 139, I think of Master Marner and my wife, busy at work creating what’s beautiful and needed. Here’s what the psalmist writes–‘For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well’ (Ps. 139: 13-14).

King David, our psalmist today, praises the Master Weaver and Knitter, his God. The One who creates everything out of nothing, merely by uttering a word. He says it, it happens. Plain and simple, though its complexity confounds the sharpest human minds, though sadly it is rarely admitted. I think of our being made of DNA and RNA, their double- and single-helices wound and woven together, which make up the human body. Who can comprehend all of that? Certainly not me. You too?

The Hebrew language in verse 14 reads literally–‘…for I am fearfully wonderful…’ Now don’t get a swelled head. Yes, you may be ‘Mr. Wonderful’, but who created you? A self-made man? All by pulling up your own bootstraps? Think again.

‘Fearfully wonderful’ with awe and respect, love and admiration go deservedly to our Creator God and to Him alone. Or is it a matter of chance and chaos? Natural selection with genetic variation? Evolved that way? Hardly. Au contraire. We’ve been created, each of us, by a Master Craftsman. The One and Only. This is our God.

So remember. And don’t forget! To praise the One who knows what He’s doing. What He’s done and what’s to come. All history is His story. Pause and give the Lord praise for all His fearfully wonderful creation. As in you and me, too!

We praise you, our Lord, for being our Master Creator and Craftsman, who also loves us very much. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Awhile back, I read about how to have a super marriage. It wasn’t some sex manual, but was written about getting closer to each other. By relating better, a husband and wife grow more in love throughout their married life. That’s for me.

I must admit that I’m not much for how-to or self-help books. What I’ve read seems simplistic. Or too much of a formula, allowing no exceptions. As if we’re all cookie-cutter, made from the very same mold. I rebel against such, probably making me a tad moldy!

The writer’s main point is that those with successful marital relationships have leaned in toward each other. They’ve purposely moved closer to each other, not just physically, but by their attention and care. They champion each other. Side with each other. Partial to each other. They listen to each other. Drop what they’re doing when needed. Look up when called, clearing the mind to focus on their spouse. Bottom line, they’re for each other.

How am I doing? Please don’t ask my wife! Also, not to avoid another unpleasant topic, I wonder how all this leaning-in business applies to my spiritual life? My relationship with the Lord Jesus? Here you’re free to ask Him about me, for I know that He keeps confidences better than anyone. Nevertheless, how goes it?

Any relationship with your Lord must involve several elements. Agreed? You can name some. What comes to my mind is sharing with God whatever weighs on my mind and emotions. That’s prayer. Transparent, frank and honest, even though His name’s not Frank!

So, how are we doing? Here’s a warning– is your prayer life all about you and yours? Or even worse, just you? I remember being in prayer groups where, once in a blue moon, the instruction was given to pray only for others. Not yourself. That lasted about two seconds, if that, sad to say. So, get over yourself, why don’t you?

Something else about a good relationship is listening…to Jesus. As recommended, actually commanded, by God the Father–“He (Peter) was still speaking when, behold, a bright cloud overshadowed them, and a voice from the cloud said, ‘This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him'” (Matthew 17: 5). Listen to whom? Right! Go to the head of the class! Again, listen to Jesus. But I wonder where we can hear from Him? Any ideas? Stumped you? No. You know!

Then, how about speaking nicely to God? Some pleasant praise. From the bottom of your heart. Not for brownie points or to butter Him up to wangle something out of the Almighty. Instead, share some genuine thanks and praise. Like how the Father speaks to His Son Jesus–‘…this is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased…'( Matt. 17: 12). Some nice talk. How about sharing some real McCoy appreciation with your Lord?

Leaning in toward God. Favoring Jesus. Placing our future in His hands without reservation (one of my challenges). Looking beyond what our eyes can see to a firmer faith, though at times we’ll experience a teeter and a wobble. Yes, we may sway in the wind, but Jesus keeps us upright as we lean in upon Him.

Let’s do just that this week. Lean in!

Lord Jesus, I want to be yours no matter what. Amen.

Beware the wash. No, I’m not referring to laundry, as in letting it pile up with accompanying foul aromas wafting in the air. Rather, I’m referring to what can happen in the desert. For many years, Sue and I loved vacationing for a couple of winter months in Arizona, in the desert Southwest of our country. Even in colder months, the temperatures can be quite moderate and even toasty at times. Just right. A nice break from the harsh, chilly rain of the often bleak, dark winter months of Washington State.

When we travelled around Arizona’s arid climate, we would see road signs which seemed strange. They warn us to beware of the wash. Do they know what’s in our hamper back home? Thought we were clean people. Who’d a thunk!

Fret not, for they want us to fear unexpected flooding that washes over the roadway, which annually results in tragic fatalities. People get washed away in a sudden deluge. How? Why? Didn’t they know? Hadn’t they heeded the posted warnings? Seemingly not. Sudden rainstorms, far off in the mountains, way out of sight, come cascading down to a low spot, where unsuspecting folk are happily driving along, unaware and unprepared for the sudden and deadly surge of H2O.

Out of the blue comes disaster. So, watch out. Be prepared. Listen to the weather forecasts. By all means, don’t try to challenge the elements. If possible, head to higher ground. Keep out of the drink. Know better, or possibly you’ll not be known at all ever again.

Reading Psalm 124 is like catching sight of a road sign warning us of a dangerous wash ahead. King David of ancient Israel wrote this magnificent poem. The psalmist warns that if we push God out of our lives, there’s danger ahead. Turn our backs on Him, ignore His warnings, tell Him to take a hike, mind His own beeswax, then we’ll be rushing headlong into double trouble.

David forewarns the following–‘…if it had not been the Lord who was on our side when people rose up against us, then they would have swallowed us up alive, when their anger was kindled against us; then the flood would have swept us away, the torrent would have gone over us; then over us would have gone the raging waters’ (Psalm 124: 2-5).

Such sobering words. Give us pause. For without the Lord, we’re facing a torrent far worse than death. So, pay attention to what He says. Make your Bible much more than some Dickens novel that you barely took a gander at in Middle School. Dig deep into God’s Word. Spend quality and quantity time nestled in its truths. Wear it out. Don’t worry if it becomes a bit tattered along the edges and starts to fall apart. Buy a new one, grab a pen, and mark it up with interactions and insights from on high.

And keep looking farther up where safety can be found. Take Jesus’ hand and follow His lead, and you’ll find yourself safe as safe can ever be. He’ll never let you go until you reach the Highest Ground of Heaven

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for always taking care of me. Amen.