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Msg. 50226 of 65535
(This msg. is a reply to 50196 by joe-taylor) |
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Secure Insecurity
Experience says that God can spread those pinion as far as they'll reach, and we can all huddle under them, trusting like crazy, and one of us is still going to have stroke and die before he's fifty; another will still lose her last dime in the market; and someone else's handsome child will still come home from the war with the cognative capacity of a three year old. Oh, and Mary's boy, the one who wanted to gather chicks under his wings? That ends badly too. So what good is shelter that doesn't shelter? I can't explain. But here is something that I know. The psalmist who composed this confident song was a human being. That means that he dashed his foot against plenty of stones. It's a sure bet his heart got beat up too. Like him, believers have always known (and never denied) that under God's wings you can lose your spouse, your job, and your hair. And yet, knowing what we know, we can't help it. We sing about unfailing refuge; safety in the night; angels preventing stumbles and stubbed toes. We say, "God's heart beats steady and strong next to every frightened heart." We say, "Nothing in all creation can separate us from God." Even on the cross, feeling utterly abandoned, we say, "Into your hands, God of outspread wings, we command our spirits." And we believe every word we say. Go figure. Go give thanks.
To say that "God exists" is the greatest understatement ever made across space and time. |
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