When thunder rumbles in the distance and once-fluffy clouds turn menacing, the picnic table is cleared, hamburgers carried into the kitchen.
When the thud of bombs and the piercing whistle of gunfire nears the Middle East village, children whimper and people flee.
And yet this astounding word of unexplainable faith from a writer who knew the onslaught of both nature and enemy:
God, my shepherd…you serve me a six-course dinner right in front of my enemies…
(Psalm 23:4 The Message)
How can this assurance be reality for the writer? For me? From his youth David had learned to trust the God of Israel. Early he expressed that trust through action: Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. I cling to you… His relationship with the Father was so secure he felt the freedom to question: How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? He along with others heard God’s prescription for strength in the midst of storm: Be still, and know that I am God…
Yes, our God is strong enough to serve us the delights of life even when the world around crumbles. Calvin Miller best describes these meals:
In this secluded place I meet a King.
He comes alone to drink reality
with me. Sometimes we talk sometimes we sit
and sip a life that passes by the crowd
as inwardness is born—a felted thing
of power—a commonality—
a union where unmended hopes are knit
where silence roars as quiet sings aloud.
Oh Christ, I love it here!
It is our place…*
*From The Table of Inwardness
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