GuineaField

I really enjoyed my run Monday morning as Hurricane Sandy began to brew.  She brought strong wind and a cold mist across my path.   Forest Park enjoys several miles of running trails through as much a forest as a runner can get around here.   The scene was breathtaking.   The mighty branches of the oaks were swirling around like leaves.   "The trees of the field [were clapping] their hands."   The forest chorus made a large and majestic sound - similar to Niagara , though perhaps on mute.   Twenty four hours later and the beauty of the storm was gone.   Now, scenes of destruction replace the scenes of majesty.   Among them are scenes from Breezy Point.   I was a security guard in this little gated community in Queens while working as a youth pastor several years ago.   Devastating!   Once quiet sandy streets are now blocked with houses and other floating debris.   100 homes burnt to the ground.    The...

This verse (Psalm 119:91) is so encouraging to me. Here are two thoughts of application. First, all that comes my way is a servant in the hand of God, and I need not fear His servants (to complete the deduction... therefore I need not fear anything that comes my way). Second, I am privileged as well, to be one of His servants. So I want to be as faithful and trustworthy as possible. All things are His Servant   All that comes my way is His servant. Criticism is His servant. Loosing my keys, a splitting headache, and a whole in my favorite shirt are all His servants. They are sent with His permission to build me in grace and glorify His name. The loss of a child, terminal cancer, loosing a job or career, and being side-swiped by a drunk driver are His servants as well. These too are sent with His permission. These too work His work of grace in my life. If you believe this verse then you can smile at life's storms. They are still rough waves to row through. You still g...