A Drop of Water

Essay By Dan

It has been my observation that exploring God’s Wisdom tends to be accomplished by those of us who are hanging out in God’s sandbox (life in the Spirit), already yielding to the God we serve. The unbelieving mind struggles to be convinced by any proof on topics that include the wisdom of God, but those of us who play in the sandbox, walk with God, talk to God, listen to God, we need no proof. We know. We are hungry to know more.

Permit me to share some paraphrased thoughts from Blaze Pascal (a 16th century Mathematician and namesake for a programming language) about wisdom: We should expect neither truth nor consolation when men act on their own. God formed man and alone taught each of us what we are. God created man to be innocent; God filled man with light and intelligence; God communicated to him wisdom, glory, and awareness of God’s wonders. Through wisdom, the eye of man saw the majesty of God. But man has not been able to sustain the glory God gave him without falling into pride. Man wanted to make himself his own center and free himself from God’s wisdom; therefore, man withdrew himself from God’s grace; then ignored God’s wisdom and set himself equal to God.

Daniel said – Praise the name of God for ever and ever; wisdom and power are his. He changes times and seasons; he deposes kings and raises others up. He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning (paraphrased from Daniel 2:20-21).

When our feeble scribblings about God declare that God is wise, the meaning is far more powerful than what we could ever possibly place on paper. We work to make a comparatively overused word represent the incomprehensible depth of God’s cohesive analytical processing algorithms and breadth of knowledge. Unfortunately, in my weakness, even in this case I have diminished the one true living God’s absolute greatness and majesty merely by my choice of words. On my best day I will fail. Bummer. Isaiah 40:28 says “The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; His understanding is unsearchable.”

His wisdom is infinite (see Psalms 147:5). We know the word infinite describes the bandwidth, height, and depth of something. Given this is the maximum term we could use, we cannot very well put an adjective to enhance the meaning of the word. Would it be appropriate to say “more” infinite or “very” infinite? I think not. Infinite is the correct word. God sets the standard on infinite Wisdom. When I first learned Pascal (a programming language) the notion of MAXINT (the maximum integer possible) seemed immense. However, in the context of God’s wisdom, MAXINT seems like a naive vision of the world (see Proverbs 14:18).

I believe wisdom is taught to us by the Spirit of God (see Nehemiah 9:20) so that on our best day we have the capacity to yield to God’s wisdom as we address situations in a meaningful, positive, moral way. But we should never lose sight that God is infinitely wise and our use of God’s wisdom is but a slight shadow of the totality of God’s wisdom. Our understanding of God’s wisdom is like a drop of water that takes its place in the ocean of water (God’s wisdom) covering most of this globe.

Paul says – “Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable his judgments, and his paths beyond tracing out! Who has known the mind of the Lord? Or who has been his counselor?” (Romans 11:33-34). There will be much more on this topic of playtime in sandboxes – a lot more from Job, Ecclesiastes, Proverbs, and Lamentations.

I choose Jesus.

A Quiet Evening in Bethlehem

Sometimes, it seems proper just to quote a lot of scripture, today is one of those days. The passages below from John are NIV and passages from Luke are MSG. The brackets mark subtle text changes (I replaced ‘hostel’ with ‘inn’; I guess I am a bit more traditional than I first realized). Take your time, breathe in the message… Continue reading “A Quiet Evening in Bethlehem”

Strong

I hit my knees with my hands held high
Saying, dear Lord Jesus, you know I can’t do this on my own
I can’t do this on my own
Lord knows I’ve tried, but I’m good at falling down
Thank God You’re good at picking me up off the ground
The world’s gonna try to break me
But I know the one who makes me strong

The Church in My House

Barbara Ann Dudley

Let me build my house
Upon THE ROCK, today. [1 Cor. 10:4]
A house worthy of peace,
And a house where all can pray.

We are “lively stones,” [1 Pet. 2:5]
CHRIST’S “spiritual house” are we.
And our “spiritual sacrifices”
We offer up to Thee.

I must provide for others,
Especially, for my own.
If I “have not charity” in my heart, [1 Cor. 13:1]
My house is not His home.

The Church in my house,
Like Aquila and Priscilla’s time, [1 Cor. 16:19]
Welcoming “our fellow soldier” [Philemon 2]
With “The Doctrine of CHRIST,” we bind. [2 John 9]

Let me build my house
Where CHRIST abides, today.
And invite my neighbors
To know THE TRUTH, THE LIFE, THE WAY. [John 14:6]

O’Tool, Hank the Tank, and the Yellow Curtains

It was late in the evening, O’Toole was getting ready for sleep, Hank the tank was in the room making a circle in his favorite spot. O’Toole’s mother came in to wish him a good night.

O’Toole asked his mother — Can you tell me the story about yellow curtains again? I like hearing stories about you when you were a little girl.

O’Toole’s mother said — yes, I can tell you that story but then you have to go to sleep.

Hank the Tank said — oh yes please tell this story.

O’Toole’s mother started… If you asked my friend Carlie where she lived, she would say not in the city and not in the country. I live in a place just right between the city and the country. I live in a house on River Road.

The house Carlie lived in was not too big and it was not too little. The house was just right. Carlie had her own bedroom. Not many of her friends had their own bedroom but she did.

Now, right down the road from my friend Carlie in a beautiful White House lived Mr. Bill. He was a very nice man who worked all the time in the neighborhood.  Mr. Bill was a fix-it man. There seemed to be nothing that Mr. Bill could not make or fix. All the neighbors came to see Mr. Bill when they had something that needed to be done.

Mr. Bill and Carlie were very good friends. Sometimes Carlie’s mother would let her ride into town with Mr. Bill in his truck. She loved to go to downtown Tucson and look at all of the pretty buildings. Sometimes Mr. Bill would let Carlie go with him on a fix-it job in the neighborhood.

One day, Carlie saw Mr. Bill drive up to his house with wood in his truck.  She knew he was going out to fix something.

She ran over to him smiling and said — Hello Mr. Bill, what’s the wood for?

Mr. Bill said to Carlie — I’m going to make a doghouse for Mr. Brown’s house.

Carlie asked Mr. Bill — can I go with you please?

Mr. Bill laughed and said – Go ask your mom if it is ok.

Carlie’s mom was ok with the plan, Mr. Bill and Carlie drove up the street just a few houses and stopped at Mr. Brown’s house.

Carlie asked Mr. Bill — can you make any kind of doghouse?

Mr. Bill thought about it for a minute and said — well if you can draw a picture of it, I can make it.   

Carlie found some paper and drew a very nice picture.

Carlie replied — Here is the picture, please make this one a pretty one. 

Mr. Bill said to Carlie – well, I need to make this house look the way that Mr. Brown wants. After all, this doghouse is going to be owned by Mr. Brown. But just for you I will make you a pretty one also.

Carlie watched Mr. Bill make the doghouse. All the time she was thinking about how pretty the doghouse would be if it had a yellow door and yellow curtains.

Later that week, Mr. Bill had a job to do for Mr. Morris. Mr. Bill was going to make a hen house for Mr. Morse chickens. Mr. Morris was very happy to get Mr. Bill to work on the hen house project. His chickens were running all over the place looking for some shade.

Carlie asked Mr. Bill — can I come with you?

Mr. Bill said — you better ask your mother before you and I go to this job. 

Carlie asked her mother — can I ride with Mr. Bill over to Mr. Morrison’s house and watch him build the hen house?

Carlie’s mother said yes you may but don’t stay too long and don’t be a nuisance to Mr. Bill.  So, Mr. Bill and Carlie went over to Mr. Morris’s house and Mr. bill started building the henhouse.

Carlie asked Mr. Bill can we make this one pretty can you put a yellow door and yellow curtains on this hen house?

Mr. Bill said to Carlie — no not today. Mr. Morris wants to be able to see inside the hen house to see his chickens through the window. I’m sorry miss Carlie.

Mr. Bill finished the hen house and it was a very fine hen house indeed and they went back Home.

The next day Mr. Bill made a birdhouse for Carlie’s neighbor. It was a very nice birdhouse but it did not have a yellow door and yellow curtains. Carlie was sad.  She spent time talking to God about what to do.

Now the weekend had come and Mr. Bill had taken a few days of rest. Mr. Bill was the church on Sunday . On Monday Mr. Bill had another task. Carlie was not able to go with him because Carlie went to town with her mother.

When she got home later that day from town, she went and found Mr. Bill. She told Mr. Bill all about the moving stairs that took her to the top floor of the clothing store they were in. She had a beautiful new yellow hat that her mother had bought.

Mr. Bill said come on let me show you something in your backyard. They went back into the backyard together.

Mr. Bill pointed up in the tree and said — what do you think?

Carlie was so surprised. Mr. Bill had made Carlie a treehouse with yellow doors and yellow curtains.

Mr. Bill said I know you were praying about yellow doors and yellow curtains. God told me it was time to build this house for you. I kept the picture you made for me. I made you a tree house with a yellow door and yellow curtains.  I used your picture to guide my hands so your tree house would be just right.

Carlie was very thankful to God and Mr. Bill.  She spent a lot of time that summer with her yellow hat on, playing in that tree house, with a yellow door and yellow curtains.

O’Toole and Hank the Tank were almost asleep when O’Toole’s mom finished the story.

O’Toole smiled and said — I like to hear about your life and things that God does for us. Thank you, mom. It has been a very good day.  The End.

Written by Lillian Moore, published in Humpty Dumpty Childrens Magazine, May 1955

Adapted for ShalomTalk by Dan

Bridging the Gap

It was my observation while browsing Exodus, the Red Sea scenario was an early demonstration of the Grace of God. The Hebrews left the Pharaoh, meandered to the Red Sea, and found themself trapped. Behind them was an aggressive Egyptian force and in front of them the Red Sea. The Hebrews had no weapons, no training, and no strategy. Every person with Moses could have died, but God intervened. Continue reading “Bridging the Gap”