Sunday Thoughts – 1/24 – Ramblings

It is raining here, but the temps aren’t too terribly awful. We had our normal morning devotional, using the NLT:Mosaic. One of the suggested readings came from Psalm 119:

Teach me your decrees, O LORD; I will keep them to the end.
Give me understanding and I will obey your instructions; I will put them into practice with all my heart.
Make me walk along the path of your commands, for that is where my happiness is found.
Give me an eagerness for your laws rather than a love for money!
Turn my eyes from worthless things, and give me life through your word.
Reassure me of your promise, made to those who fear you.
Help me abandon my shameful ways; for your regulations are good.
I long to obey your commandments! Renew my life with your goodness. Waw
(Psa 119:33-40 NLT)

One the verses really stood out. We see people beguiling the simple by promising them money and teaching them nothing else. ‘Sow your seed and you will have a great harvest’ and yet, David waited only for bread. We are commanded, I believe, not to seek wealth or worldly family, but to seek the things of God. Part of that is to be the hands of God in helping the poor, the oppressed, and those bereft. Surely, if we can spare not material value, we can spare ourselves.

My children, as we usually do, close our devotional time with prayer. In the simple prayer, they thank God for the things – always the love of the family, not material – that they have, as well as we urge them to always seek the help of others. They always ask God to bless, keep safe, help or otherwise love Maw-Maw Shirley, Ms. Ellen, Sis. Sandy and our former pastor whom they love and miss, and whom I haven’t said much about.

Should I? I’ve wrestled with it and feel that my desire to tell them may be some immature means of inflicting pain in retaliation for the pain that he has done. As long as I feel this way, I will not say a word. They haven’t asked too much about why we no longer attend our previous place of worship, and when they hint at it, I generally say, simply, that we don’t agree with a few things, and that while the people are still good, we just don’t belong there. Am I wrong?

I’ve begun to ponder what should be done about the situation. Should I worry about the other blinded individuals who have no real clue as to what is being covered up? Should I try to reach out and tell them about the vileness of what has went on behind closed doors and in beds forcefully shared?

Torn, I am.

But, in all of this, I am reminded that greater concerns should we have. They are still only scratching the surface of something resembling the beginning of a recovery operation in Haiti. Still yet, we have pressing needs in a city of outcasts. Further, we know of other areas of pressing concern in our own back yard. So much to do, too little time to do. Living in a comfortable home, with a wonderful job, albeit stressful at times, with a laptop, cable, internet, etc… I wonder what I can do without to help others come up a little bit in their standard of living?

I have a mild week ahead, I think, and with very few things to post on. Who knows…maybe I’ll take a week off. Doubtful…

Post By Joel Watts (10,085 Posts)

Joel L. Watts holds a Masters of Arts from United Theological Seminary with a focus in literary and rhetorical criticism of the New Testament. He is currently a Ph.D. student at the University of the Free State, analyzing Paul’s model of atonement in Galatians. He is the author of Mimetic Criticism of the Gospel of Mark: Introduction and Commentary (Wipf and Stock, 2013), a co-editor and contributor to From Fear to Faith: Stories of Hitting Spiritual Walls (Energion, 2013), and Praying in God's Theater, Meditations on the Book of Revelation (Wipf and Stock, 2014).

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