In the midst in what's perceived God punishing David, woe upon woe, turns speechless. Dumbstruck, racked in despair to the core. Final cries. Silence.
And yet, in the middle of this, still – faith in God. Answers.
How does God respond in our failing live-up to what's asked? What the Cross brought, Grace brings and the Holy Spirit . . .
Got a day ahead of myself in the reading plan which worked well in a return to Psalm 4.
Into theorising how the word of faith works? How, why, what best-doing, planting seeds? Mark 4 and Matthew 4 (and corresponding passages), certainly most obvious windows-into.
Hauling myself into posture for action, Psalm 4 catches me on a personal. . . .
Yesterday, con-fuse city. Garble of a post. Gotta mend m'ways.
Find, One thing to say. Dash out and on. There's too little time to be always... tawk, tawk, talkin' or, writing 'bout – Things.
Word-out into heavenlies and something to stir me – that might for the few but dear readers.
For you alone…safety to be dangerous. . . .
Distressed over 'these' kind of idols in Athens. Paul when asked about his views, said he could see those-into were very religious people. Representative shapes, imbued with powers. Bow enough and sacrifice, get-something back. Material. Appease and gain. Social stimulation come casino.
Acclimatised to the other-ones that surround. . . .
It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees. Or,
My troubles turned out all for the best— they forced me to learn from your textbook.
Leaving health out of it, for us, or a loved one. Social and financial failure, short of abject poverty, could be medicine. Might get us 'into the Bible'?
Meet God. Receive. . . .
On Is. 56 and 57. Graf-helps-me. Might as well post up. Word goes forth and all that. And my righteousness will be revealed... Carry on. Peace and respect. Best can.
Back daily's/Tuesday... best can.
Note: Problem facing this world. Without Christ I'm lost. Stare at Syria and Yemen, these two downtrodden people and places enough. Want to groan, cry, scream – do something. Typing seems inadequate and vain. Done to echo and appreciate those keeping us aware and more importantly, somehow gather and put pressure on those who might make a . . .