Gathering My Thoughts

"Unite my heart to fear (reverence) Your name” 

—Psalm 86:11

Gather my thoughts, dear Lord, they fitfully roam

    Like children bent on foolish wandering,

Or vanity of fruitless wayfaring

    O call them home.

See them—they drift like the wind-scattered foam;

    Like wild sea birds, they hither, thither fly,

And some sink low, and others soar too high

    O call them home.

Wherever, Lord, beneath the wide blue dome

    They wander, in Thy patience find them there:

That, undistracted, I may go to prayer. —George Herbert

Plato said our minds are like aviaries and our thoughts are like birds. It’s an apt metaphor as I age. I reach for a thought and it eludes me; I grasp at another and I frighten it away. I can only pray...

“Gather my thoughts, dear Lord, to worship and adore.”

David Roper

8.18.18

Loved!

"God so loved the world..." —John 3:16

Imagine a little girl born with a cleft palate—a misshapen lip, a crooked nose, lopsided teeth, garbled speech. Teased and taunted at school, she knew that no one could ever love her. 

There was, however, a teacher in the second grade that all the children loved—a short, round, jolly lady full of good humor and affection.

The school conducted hearing tests each year in which the teachers examined every child. The child stood on one side of the room, across from the teacher who would whisper a question: “What color are your shoes?” or “Do you have a new dress?” and the child would answer. 

When it came the little girl’s turn she waited anxiously for the teacher to whisper and heard these words: “I wish you were my little girl.” 

This was a turning point in her life, she later said, for she realized that day that she could be loved by someone who mattered.

Do you know that God loves you like that? You may be flawed, misshaped, unattractive in your own eyes, but He wants you to be his child. 

There's a idea someone gave me some years ago. I think of it when I pass through our kitchen. "If God had a refrigerator, my picture would be on it."

David

The Best Thing

“Love will never end... " (1Corinthians 8:2,3).

“But when I am quite old, and words are slow, 

Like dying things that keep their holes for woe, 

And memory's withering tendrils clasp with effort vain?  

Then as now, no less wilt be my life...”—George MacDonald

Memory loss is disconcerting. Think of the time, energy and money we expend acquiring knowledge—only to lose it in the end.

But knowledge is not the best thing and therefore to lose it is not the worst thing. Love is the best thing because, it's the most god-like thing we can do, and it “will never end." It's what we'll be doing for the rest of our lives. 

So you’re a few slices short of a loaf. No matter. You can love.

David Roper

8.14.18

Good Old Charlie Brown 

"Love...hopes all things" (1Corinthians 13:8).

Charlie Brown, ever hopeful, lines up a field goal with Lucy van Pelt as the holder. Lucy assures Charlie that she will not yank the ball away, but she does and Charlie Brown lands on his backside—again. 

It does us no harm to be Charlie Brown, hoping  for the best in those we love. Folks will break your heart, of course, but it's better to have your heart broken than to be the one that broke it. 

It's better to be Charlie Brown.

David Roper

8.15.18

Ageless Delight

“That I may finish my course with joy!” (Acts 20:24).

A number of years ago, when Carolyn's mother was still living, we attended an event at her retirement home. There we saw two centenarians dancing! "Lucky stiffs," was the phrase that floated through my mind. 

A few fortunate senior citizens, like this couple, grow old with very few parts out of order, but for most of us, aging exacts a heavy toll. We don't get around much anymore.

But to think of all the things we used to do and can’t do only makes a body feel worse. It’s much better to poke fun at ourselves rather than grumble and complain. Thomas Aquinas said, “Those without a sense of fun, who never say anything ridiculous, and are cantankerous with those who do… are called grumpy and rude.”

Stiff joints, arthritic backs, hearing and memory loss, failing eyesight and stumbling gait are no fun, but we can survive them by managing to see them, despite everything, as desperately funny.

How can we gain and keep that perspective? Well… it’s a matter of trust: accepting our Father’s "wise bestowment" (our present condition, what the Bible calls our “lot”); reveling in His unconditional love and kindhearted care in the present; and counting on His unbreakable promise that someday soon He will take us home where He will cure all that ails us and Love will enfold us forever. 

These are the truths that satisfy and sustain us as we age, and enable us to finish our course with joy. 

David Roper

8/10/18

"And It Came to Pass..."

Weeping may tarry for the night,

but joy comes with the morning —Psalm 30:5

“Trouble doesn't come to stay; it comes to pass,” the old preacher said, basing his premise on Mark's connecting phrase, "and it came to pass”(Mark 1:9 et. al.). His hermeneutic was faulty, but his thesis was sound: Weeping, like an overnight guest, may "spend the night" (the literal meaning of the verb), but he packs up his gear in the morning and goes on his way. Yes, in general we can say that sorrow doesn't come to stay.

Yet, I must also say, for some folks this world is a vale of tears. Sorrow upon sorrow is their lot; their “life is spent with grief; their years with sighing" (Psalm 31:10). What can we say about a grief that will not go away? 

Consider David’s conviction: “Joy comes in the morning.” David’s "morning" may be tomorrow morning, but it may rather be that “great gettin'-up morning,” when sorrow for all time will flee away. Some day very soon our Lord will come for us, or we will go to him and our "mourning will be turned into dancing" (30:11). Sadness may have it's day, but it’s not forever. It will be taken away.

"Our sorrow is not our own," Samuel Rutherford wrote. "It is lent to us for just a little while that we may use it for eternal purposes. Then it will be taken away and everlasting joy will be our Father’s gift to us, and the Lord God will wipe away all tears from our eyes.”

David Roper

8.8.18

One Day Nearer Home

"For salvation is nearer to us now than when we first believed" Romans 13.11b)

I remember lengthy, family trips when our road-weary children would sigh, "Are we there yet?" "No," we'd say, "but we're nearer than we were." 

It occurs to me that this is the perspective that can give us hope and cheer when our days are weary and long, for our salvation is nearer to us today than when we first believed.

Some of you rise each morning to endure hours of sickness and pain. Others face loneliness and seclusion. Still others see nothing ahead but long days of mindless endeavor and weary plodding. Look up! This may be the day that Jesus will come for you, or you will go to him.

But if not, know this: Your salvation is nearer to you this day than when you first believed. You're one day nearer home. 

Just one day nearer home, 

As shadows of the night descend. 

Just one day less to roam 

As fading twilight colors blend. 

Beneath that starry dome 

I'll rest beside my Guide and Friend, 

With each day's tramping, nightly camping, 

One day nearer Home.  —Harry D. Loes

David Roper