Sometimes I feel abandoned. Or at least neglected. (Feelings are that way, you know, too loose with the facts.)
Whether others abandon or embrace me, God hears me. Whether I moan or praise, God hears me. Whether others chuck or cherish my friendship, God hears me. What should that do for my feelings?
“Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication” (Psalm 55:1).
“For it was not an enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it…” (Psalm 55:12).
“As for me, I will call upon God; and the LORD shall save me. Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.” (Psalm 55:16,17).
“Is Mark Roth here tonight?”
The moderator of our evening church service this past Sunday scanned the audience.
He couldn’t see me. I didn’t help him. I sat still, blending in as well as any bald guy could. I was very tired after chairing a long Board meeting that ended shortly before the service began.
He still didn’t see me. I still didn’t help him.
But my wife raised her hand and pointed at me. 😯
The moderator (a former student of mine, I might append) called me up front with instructions to talk about nonresistance.
Impromptu. Spur of the moment. No advance warning. No notes. No thinking time.
I walked up front slowly, giving myself some extra moments to think. Continue reading