After six days of creating a good universe and good things to fill it, God rested. And yet we are told, "He who watches over Israel never slumbers or sleeps," (Psalm 121:4, NLT).
The fact that a God who spends every night sleepless without ever getting tired rests anyway says a few things about His character:
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
The little road
I am reminded of sliding and picking my way down the ravine behind the parsonage where I grew up: past two old outhouses that had long since fallen into disuse and disrepair; past discarded Christmas trees, now needle-less; being careful not to step on any rusty cans or kitchen utensils left over from the days when my back yard had been a Free Methodist campground.
The ravine was steep. I would loosen my grip on one handhold, a tree or protruding root, and half run, half fall down the slope to the next. The ground flattened out in a broad plateau at the bottom of the ravine where more and thicker trees grew, interspersed with tiny maples, ferns, and wild flowers. There was also a little dirt road which avoided the steep slope of the main roads it connected to at either end. It never seemed to match where it was coming from or where it was going, as if it was a slice out of some other world.
The ravine was steep. I would loosen my grip on one handhold, a tree or protruding root, and half run, half fall down the slope to the next. The ground flattened out in a broad plateau at the bottom of the ravine where more and thicker trees grew, interspersed with tiny maples, ferns, and wild flowers. There was also a little dirt road which avoided the steep slope of the main roads it connected to at either end. It never seemed to match where it was coming from or where it was going, as if it was a slice out of some other world.
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