13 Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing, O mountains: for the Lord hath comforted his people, and will have mercy upon his afflicted.14 But Zion said, The Lord hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me.15 Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.16 Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me. Isaiah 49:13-16

How good is your memory? Who was your third grade teacher? Your first pastor? The name of President Nixon’s vice president? Not so easy is it? Why? We forget things. God does not.

My grandson visited our home recently and was, of course, a joy to our hearts. Two–year-olds are charmed with good looks, charm, and an unusual ability to mimic words and phrases they hear – albeit imperfectly. The language of 2 & 3 year-olds is precious and one of the phrases our Callan was using a lot was “memerdat.” Memerdat is not the name of some newly discovered island or rodent in Namibia it is baby talk for remember that?


“But [Elijah] went a day’s journey in to the wilderness and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, it is enough now, O Lord, take away my life. . .” I Kings 19:4
 
Did you know that your biggest battle will not be confronting false prophets on the top of Mount Carmel? It won’t even be facing the hot breath of the devil himself. Your biggest enemy, dear friend, is you. Elijah’s tired and discouraged voice rose up from the desert sands. “Can I just quit? May I kick the bucket, Lord? Please, go ahead and take me out! I mean it, Lord – I’m through!” Overwhelmed by the odds against him, Elijah’s spirit was exhausted. Are you there today? Counting your sorrows and not your blessings? Tired of the scarce harvest that living for God seems to bring? We all have them. Elijah moments. Read more…


The eyes have great power to communicate. Some of us can still remember how our hearts jumped when the look of love first came our way. Remember the love-look? It was the look from across the room reserved for us or, at least, that was our hopeful interpretation. It was the “I think I found my love of a lifetime” look. The eyes met and lingered for just a longing moment. Ah, what a world of hope was forged in that glance. All your young life you were waiting for “the look”…when your eyes met, your head spun, your heart melted, and your knees buckled. The air was sweeter, birds sang in unison, and even the stones cried out, “She loves me!” All this from just one look. Mutual admiration sparked and still nurtures this look. It continues to be the special look between lovers that says, “I love you and this look is reserved for you.” It should be a look that stays alive as long as your marriage does (you did marry that looker, didn’t you?). Read more…