Today is Wednesday, September 12, 2018. Day 22,098.
24 days until Galveston!!!
“Nobody believes the official spokesman… but everybody trusts an unidentified source.” ~ Ron Nesen, The Quotations Page
The word for today is reticulation, “a netlike formation, arrangement, or appearance; network.”
We have an extra Night of Worship this weekend, as we are doing another one up in Alvord (a short drive north for us). Our NoW host is working with them to help them get their own NoW started, so he will be doing three events with their church up there. I’m joining them for this one, but I don’t know about the other two, yet, as they aren’t scheduled. At any rate, we will be out two weekends in October, for our Galveston trip.
The Red Sox beat the Blue Jays, 7-2, for their 99th win of the year. With that win, they also became the first team to clinch a playoff appearance this year. They are guaranteed at least a Wild Card spot, but will likely win the division. The Yankees lost, so the Sox are nine games up, with a magic number of nine. Seventeen games left. They continue their series with the Blue Jays tonight.
The Rangers lost to the Angels, 1-0, to make their record 62-83.
TODAY’S DEVOTIONAL AND PRAYERS
All Scriptures are from the ESV unless otherwise noted
(From Where Your Treasure Is), Eugene H. Peterson
On the holy mount stands the city he founded;
the LORD loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwelling places of Jacob.
Glorious things of you are spoken, O city of God. Selah.
Among those who know me I mention Rahab and Babylon; behold, Philistia and Tyre, with Cush— “This one was born there,” they say.
And of Zion it shall be said, “This one and that one were born in her”; for the Most High himself will establish her.
The LORD records as he registers the peoples, “This one was born there.” Selah.
Singers and dancers alike say, “All my springs are in you.”
When Eugene Peterson made his first trip to Jerusalem, he arrived just in time to make it to the “Western Wall” by sundown, the beginning of their Sabbath. “A few stones in the lower part of the Wall are all that remain of the biblical temple complex.”
He makes note that most “holy places” are wonders of architecture. “Gothic cathedrals, Hindu temples, Buddhist shrines, Muslim mosques.” But this most holy place in Jerusalem is not splendid. It is, he says, “a featureless expanse of stone.” But, you see, when we seek a mother, we are not seeking beauty or entertainment. “We simply want to be at the source. Mother Zion. The place of birth.”
As Sabbath began, Peterson observed a group of about 300 young rabbinic students “singing and dancing at the place of prayer.” He experienced a deep intensity of emotion. He was at a holy place on a holy day in a holy city. “And the throngs of holy people – every race visible, numerous languages audible. It all came into physical and vocal expression for me in the dancing and chanting young men.” As he observed, the last sentence of Psalm 87 was suddenly in his mind. “Singers and dancers alike say, ‘All my springs are in you.'”
“Song and dance are the result of an excess of energy.” When we feel normal we talk and walk. At the time of dying, we rarely have more then enough for a whisper or a shuffle. But we have more than we can contain, we sing, we dance. Where does this excess energy come from? Peterson says that it comes from within us. “The place of worship, the place of preaching, the place of prayer, the place of politics. The place that God established for revelation and rule. . . . where things get started, the place of wellsprings, the deep, unstoppable source of new life pushing up through strata of sin and indifference and stupidity and then bursting into fountains of song and dance. Praise somersaults. Obedience cartwheels. ‘I skip a grace rope to a Christ tune.'”
Father, as I continue to ponder that I am “unself-made,” may I know this deep in my soul. I pray for the excess energy that Peterson speaks of, that I might, indeed, do cartwheels and somersaults. At least spiritual ones. I could never do a cartwheel, physically, even when I was in the best shape. But spiritually, soak my soul in you that I might “skip a grace rope to a Christ tune.” May I have joy in the new birth, and be able to recognize that same joy in others, encouraging them to express their praise and joy to you. All my springs are in you!
Even so, come, Lord Jesus!
The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.
Grace and peace, friends.