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A Funny Thing About Prayers

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Preparing for the Day

How do you prepare for the day?

Mine begins with a stout cup of Starbucks.

And then another.

After my brains shifts out of neutral, I usually pull out my Bible with anticipation.

From my understanding, that’s what Advent is all about—looking backward in order to look forward.

And I guess I did the same thing a few days ago when I read Exodus 33:12-18.

It’s a prayer of Moses. He petitions God Almighty for three things. The first is to know God:

“If it is true that you look favorably on me, let me know your ways so I may understand you more fully and continue to enjoy your favor.” (NLT)

I might feed on the junk food of the world, but when push comes to shove, there’s nothing that satisfies like knowing God.

The LORD granted his request.

Lesson #1 for Pauline in the upcoming year—take time to be holy. Ask God for more of Him.

The next request by Moses is for God to travel with them into the Promised Land. In fact, Moses basically tells the LORD he doesn’t want to go anywhere without Him:

“If you don’t personally go with us, don’t make us leave this place.”

God says okay. (That’s my translation.)

Lesson #2 for Pauline in 2015—If God ain’t going, don’t go.

Sometimes I drink my coffee and rush off. Leave God at home. That never turns out good.

The last request of Moses to the LORD is “Then show me your glorious presence.”

God only partially answers his petition and hides Moses in the rock and allows him to see His back.

Lesson #3 for this year—ask God to show me His glory. Every once in a while I see a sliver through His Word, or hear His heartbeat through His music, or taste His goodness through His people, and at Christmas,I see Him through His glorious Son.

Awesome.

So my daily preparations will begin on my knees.

After my coffee.

When the Roll is Called Up Yonder

The sound of the mellow horn rose from the hickory wood floor to the high ceiling. I began with My Jesus I Love Thee and ended with When the Roll is Called Up Yonder. As the sound rose, so did my spirit.

Heaven. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. It began with my father’s death seven years ago. And studying I Cor. 15 for nine months lured my mind back.

Now there’s mom. Weaker and weaker, I believe 2015 may be the year she enters glory. I’m okay with that. For crying out loud, she’s 94! And to think a doctor told her she wouldn’t live past her 20′s. I’m glad she did.

So this morning, I entered her room before the caregiver came and I read to her from the Psalms. And then we sang His Name is Wonderful. Then I went to prayer and used the Salvation Army Songbook. Here is a song I read this morning written by Isaac Watts:

“There is a land of pure delight, where saints immortal reign; infinite day excludes the night, and pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, and never-withering flowers; death, like a narrow sea divides this heavenly land from ours.

“Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood stand dressed in living green; so to the Jews old Canaan stood, while Jordan filled between. But timorous mortals start and shrink to cross this narrow sea, and linger, shivering on the brink, and fear to launch away.

“O could we make our doubts remove, those gloomy thoughts that rise, and see the Canaan that we love with unbeclouded eyes! Could we but climb where Moses stood and view the landscape o’er. Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood, could fright us from the shore.”

And then I played my horn. Not well–but with feeling. Five or six songs, all about Jesus and hope and heaven.

And I rested. Not in my work, but in the finished work of Christ on the cross that began in Bethlehem and ended in the resurrection.

But there is more to come–kind of like a sequel that’s actually better. It involves Christ’s second coming and then heaven. Eternity with my Lord. That is something to celebrate. The Gift that keeps on giving long after Christmas is passed.

I’m ready to cross that narrow sea. Are you?