Monday, December 31, 2012

Ruth is back home from the hospital the following weekend. After all the tests, the anticipated route is by-pass surgery. Ruth seems all consumed in her hopeless perspective. All her life she’d struggled to make things right. But now she appears to have no fight left and claims the world has little right left.

Josiah had never given Lark much notice at all.  But right now, Lark becomes the center of attention.
                 

Suddenly, Lark gets some unwanted attention.  Samuel's look turns into one of concern, “Leah, Lark is doing something wrong!”
                 

Leah laughs.  Lark is stooping and looking all around in a quite uncomfortable sort of way. Leah laughs again, “Lark is taking a dump.”
                 

Leah is consumed in her own thoughts over the ordeal, “Lark looks like Josiah did when Josiah used color crayons on the wall.”                                         

Samuel hesitates, then asks, “What’s a dump?”
                 

Leah politely explains, “Lark is going to the bathroom.  We shut the door, but Lark doesn’t have a door, so it must be a little embarrassing. Maybe Lark feels a little guilty too.”

   Leah continues to offer a little more than Samuel had asked for, “It’s a natural way to look when you’re humbling yourself."  Leah laughs, "It’s kind of like the way you look, Samuel, when you're loading your pants.”


Ruth tries, but can’t keep it all inside, “It’s just that everything is changing. Nothing seems the same anymore. You go to my church tomorrow. You tell me what you think. I don’t feel well enough to go, but you go. And tell me if things aren’t changing.”

    A very beautiful song sung by Shawnna is then followed by four people assembling together at one microphone.  A young man throws a leg over a stool, thumping a couple notes on a base guitar, while the lead guitar takes center position.  Another gentleman pulls back a curtain at one side and exposes a platform where he sits among a fortress of drums.  They all look at the base guitar, who suddenly stops thumping and nods. There is a brief silence as they look back and forth at each other.
                  

   Samuel looks over at Mom, then to Leah.  He tugs on Leah’s shirt sleeve and leans over, whispering, “I think someone up there is taking a dump.”
                 

   Leah scolds him politely with a return whisper, “Don’t say that!  We’re in church!”
                 

   But Leah begins to laugh as she witnesses what Samuel is witnessing. The way they look back and forth, it is just like Lark.  They do look guilty. Maybe it’s not guilt, but what could it be?   With Lark, it was a straining, forced effort. Or is it a sense, or a realization that it’s not a proper thing to do in public?   Whatever it is, it’s funny!   

   Josiah joins Leah in laughter.
                 

   Respectively, it is quiet laughter, each straining not to laugh aloud. Then Shannon and Mom join in. They laugh for no reason other than the fact that they feel the love of a shared laugh.                                                                              

   Cindy had not laughed like this since before Stephen had disappeared. The laughter is contagious.  A couple people near them begin to laugh too.  Cindy recalls one church she’d read about, that made laughter the focal point of the service ...calling it holy laughter.  But Cindy feels that is wholly ridiculous.
                 

   The main focal point of the congregation is not on laughter though. They are serious.  The congregation smiles as the altar band puts on sunglasses.  Cindy wonders what else is about to be altered as their smiles turn into serious and almost trance-like expressions, as they get caught up in a twinkling of an eye, ---but not the type of rapture often alluded to in the Biblical event.  This is rather a rhythmic event, with a certain kind of familiar beat.                                                                                         

   As for Cindy, she could name that familiar beat. It is all too similar to the spirit of the bar scene.  And the congregation swaying back and forth, with curious gyrations, provides an all too familiar association.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  


   That is something Cindy had long distanced herself from …though music has a way of resurrecting those once buried feelings.  But the Resurrection that she keeps at the core of her beliefs, is not to bring alive the old feelings, but rather to bring about a new Spirit. 
                  
   The children do not have that association with establishments of food and spirits.  Though they still holds the image of Lark in their mind …the image of Lark stooping.   That straining and forced effort.  And the feeling of whether it was proper to do in public.  You don’t have to strain to hear this music, for sure.  Shannon wonders how Mom feels about it, but as  she looks at Leah, the two of them begin laughing again.
                  

   Cindy has little doubt on whether Ruth feels this is a proper thing to  do in church ---or anywhere else for that matter.  And Cindy tends to agree.  Why duplicate the spirit of the bar scene?   Why is this song generating more excitement than the beautiful song Shawnna had sung?
                  

   After the song is finished, Leah whispers to Mom, “I don’t think I like that.”
                  

   Mom smiles, “I don’t know if God does either, but as long as we accept Jesus, we are forgiven and we don’t have to face the music.”     


Cindy recalls a wayward and much feared family down the street. They had recently helped plan their son's marriage. The son and his bride-to-be had first met during a road rage event. They'd decided to use it as the theme for their wedding. "That's our song!" ---is the way they affectionately referred to the song, which made light of murder.

                                                                                                               
   As she drives home from church, the children are light-hearted and happy.  But she has a more serious note.  In summation, she realizes that we tend to play everyone's song ...the songs of murderers, thieves, idolaters, adulterers, drunkards; all of which are not representative of what God would have us do.   God accepts us for who we are ---as filthy rags, but do we accept God for who He is?   Or do we accept only what He has done for us?  Do we wear the fine linens Jesus has prepared for us?                                        

    Cindy opens to the last page of her Bible and reads: "Blessed are they that do His commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in …..For without are …whosoever loveth and maketh a lie."  

Ruth had asked her to go to her church …to see what she thinks of the service. But they will never get to have that follow-up conversation. Ruth had passed away while she and the children were at church.

   As Cindy nears Ruth's favorite chair, she sees an Inspirational Study Bible, New King James Version, open on the table beside her chair. In the columns beside the verses are life lessons compiled by Max Lucado, from a book, The Best of Tozer, compiled by Warren Wiersbe.  Not to be caught up into who said what, but rather what God says in His Word. But the thing that catches Cindy's eye is highlighted in Ruth's Bible. The comments were apparently made by A. W. Tozer, but now mixed with Ruth's side comments.                                                                    

   Cindy reads: "One marked difference between the faith of our fathers as conceived by the fathers …and the same faith as understood and lived by their children; is that the fathers were concerned with the root of the matter, while their present-day descendents seem concerned only with the fruit.   Our fathers were willing to wait with patience for the fruit to appear (knowing they had a good root and good ground), while today we demand the fruit immediately (sometimes before the seed even touches the ground, or gets a chance to become rooted).  Today we may explain away the beliefs of days since gone by and smile off that old serious-minded approach to God by labeling them victims of their own limited religious outlook, finding security in their own narrow and self-righteousness and perspectives.  Find comfort if you may that in every generation the number of these seem to become smaller.  But I count it wise if you are among the dwindling number.  Was it not said that wide is the way to destruction, but narrow is the way to life …irregardless as to whether others perceive it as mere narrow-mindedness."                                                                            

   There is another indication of where Ruth's mind had been.   Beside her Bible, is a book by Randy Alcorn, entitled, Safely Home.                                                                                                 

   Over the course of several nights, Cindy reads the book.   And it has a tremendous impact upon her, imparting the truth that …Ruth too, is safely home.   



Mom had asked Shannon to review the New Tribes Mission tape …to see if it is fit for children to view.


Cindy feels that the Bible contains much violence that's not suitable to depict for children.  She feels that if God had intended to show us the graphic violence, He would have provided us with a video, instead of the written Word.  God’s Word does not fail to show us how thoroughly evil things can become if we are without God in our lives, but His Word focuses on the consequences of evil, not the evil itself.  And Mom trusts Shannon’s discretion in this area.                                                          
                            

Shannon quickly decides that this tape is not for children. Children do not have to be introduced to voodoo. Yet, something draws her to continue to watch it. It is not the interest in the depiction of evil that has her attention, but her empathy and compassion for the afflicted …as they unwillingly face the torment, without hope of deliverance. But there is hope for those seeking and crying out for deliverance.

   She sees the agony of those under the influence of evil.   She sees their desperation and their fears, with no belief that they could ever be  free from it.  But Shannon knows they can be free from the torment.  And she watches with hopeful anticipation for the moment that it will happen.
                  

   And happen it does! The tribal people jump up and down with joy. Shannon’s heart jumps with them in celebration.   There is no joy more true. The pure joy of freedom in Christ, free from the sin and its torment, free to feel the peace that only God can give ...it brings tears to her eyes.
                                                                 

    Moriah finishes inflating the balloons and steps inside the sanctuary with her audience of Leah, Josiah, and Samuel.    Shannon takes out the New Tribes Mission tape as she sees them enter from the hallway.                                                 

   She has another box of tapes beside her. How long has it been?  It's been a couple months shy of three years?  Yes, that’s about right.  That’s how long it’s been since everything went wrong.
                  

   Shannon takes a tape out of the box and puts it in the VCR as Leah, Josiah, and Samuel approach, showing her their balloons. But as the tape begins to play, Leah and Josiah stand motionless, oblivious to the fact that their balloons dance about the ceiling, having escaped their grasp.
                  

   Samuel looks up at the balloons, then back at Leah and Josiah, wondering why they had let their balloons go. Samuel follows their stare at the big screen, then follows suit, releasing his balloon.  His balloon floats to the ceiling, joining the others.
                  

   Cindy enters the sanctuary as Samuel releases his balloon.   She stands motionless as she sees why he had let it go.   Samuel approaches the big screen.  There is something there that Cindy had not released.  Something she had not really let go of ...not only in life, but in death also. It is her seemingly insurmountable struggles with Stephen. Past struggles had become present ones.  She had made all his dreams come true, but she had not helped the children enjoy him.
                  

   On the big screen, is a man whom Samuel has never seen before.  Leah and Josiah are laughing and playing as they view the man they still call, 'Dad'.
                  

   The joy generated between both Leah and Josiah, brings immediate joy to Samuel.  He begins to jump about, whirling and skip-jumping as much as a two-year-old can.


Leah and Josiah take their eyes off the video and begin whirling about with Samuel, no longer containing themselves. They gather joy, not from without, but from a celebration of that joy which is now within …just like the joyful celebration of the New Tribes Mission tape.

Stan has a video-camera with him and he captures this priceless moment.   

Meanwhile, Cindy stands in the doorway of the sanctuary, suddenly noticed by Shannon, “I’m sorry, Mom …you trusted me and now I’ve done something without your permission.” 
                  
   Mom gasps for air, caught by the vivid reminder of her husband, his loving presence caught on the big screen. She catches a breath, “I said I trusted your discretion …and I still do, more, in fact, than I do my own.  Obviously, you’ve understood more than me …that something as important as this cannot be hidden.”
                  

   She hugs Shannon. Their tears flow together. Mom catches another breath, “Look at Samuel ...he’s enjoying what I was keeping from him.  I’ve been keeping it from all of you, haven’t I?”  Cindy cries, “Shannon, how come Dad and I couldn’t get along?”
                  

   Shannon continues to hold Mom close, “Dad’s main problem with you was really the same as how I feel.”
                  

   Mom cries, “I’ve just messed up all of you, haven’t I?”   She drops down on one knee, her tear-ridden face, facing Shannon.
                  

   Shannon touches Mom’s cheek, gently wiping a tear, “No, we all love you. But Dad loved you too. He just wanted more time with you …and that’s what we want too. When Dad was home, you were gone to activities.  Now that he’s gone, you’re still absorbed in activities.  Some are activities to help you forget.  Other activities are to help you cope, as  a memorial to him, as if you are living out his dreams. But they are still activities.  In a way, I see you are trying to live for him, but it’s still not in a way that he would have liked.  Dad wouldn’t live this way.  He was always there for us. You were the one missing …and you still are, in a different sort of way.  We want you back …we love you, Mom!”
                  

   This is a moment for mom and daughter.  Shannon and Mom continue to embrace as Fernye and Rebekkah approach, unnoticed.  Leah, Josiah, and Samuel continue to leap about.                                                                                        

   Fernye points to their joyous dance, whispering to her friend, “Looks like we have a revival here.  Always cause for celebration …a much needed rebirth of a love that’s already in your heart, but needs a little rekindling.”
                                                                                                                                       


Fernye has a tendency to repeat herself …especially when it is concerning the things of God. One of Fernye’s favorite subjects is that concerning revivals. She tells of one in the 1800’s. And of course, she draws comparison to most revivals of today. Today, a revival can purpose to increase the size of the particular church that is holding the revival, or the numbering of people who attend the scheduled events in the various cities. The loyalty or commitment is often to the title or the speaker of the event. Fernye would compare it to King David’s error in numbering the people of Israel.

   The children are sitting quietly now, watching the video of Dad.  Fernye continues her thought, “It says that before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord, Elijah will come.  And he will turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers.”
                  

   Cindy overhears what Fernye is saying. She smiles through her tears, “Look at them! The hearts of the children are certainly turned towards their Dad. Look how nice and quiet they are sitting.”
                   

   Shannon asks, “Why do you think they were jumping around so much before?” Shannon had her own ideas to share on how her brothers’ and sister’s jumping for joy reminded her of the natives’ newly found joy in Christ, but first she wants to hear what the others have to say.
                  

   Fernye speaks up first, “Let me tell you a story about King David.”
                  

   Shannon sits down with Mom, near Fernye.  Perhaps she will not get to tell her point of view, after all.   Everyone loves to hear Fernye tell a story.    


    
 Fernye waits until the video finishes and the children all eagerly gather around.  Fernye frequently tells a story as she imagines it, not necessarily how it had been heard before, “Picture, David as a shepherd.   David had a joy about him that touched people’s hearts, and that joy entered the king's palace as he played various instruments for them.   But, where do you suppose he got that joy?”
                

 Fernye didn’t leave much time for supposing, “David was a shepherd, remember.  Have you ever seen a young lamb?  Not all of them are this way, but if you’ve seen as many as I have seen born, you’ll be sure to see at least one of them running around and jumping all about, bursting with joy and delight.  I imagine David, who cared for the sheep and defended the sheep, probably joined the young lamb, leaping with joy.  I do believe that those who work hard and sacrifice, also have an increased level of joy. I believe this was true for David too.  And I imagine he skipped, sang, and even played any number of musical tunes while dancing through the fields.”
                

Moriah adds her perspective, “So, David never lost the joy?   He always kept his child-like dance within his heart?”
                

Fernye considers what Moriah is asking, “Well, he never lost it, though on a few occasions, he did move from the things that gave him joy.”

Rebekkah shares her living experience, “We can do the same thing too, if we’re not careful.  We will never lose our joy, but we can leave it and even throw it away.”
                                    

Fernye continues her joy, “David left it at times, but he never threw it away.  He never denied his God, the true joy-giver.  Psalm fifty-one is a good one.”
                  

Shannon asks, “Why do you suppose David left his joy?” 
                  
Fernye is happy to explain, “The same reason we leave it.  He didn’t lose the joy, he just lost his focus.  He had been given much more responsibility …and he was distracted.  Sometimes we don’t want the responsibility, but freely accept the territory that goes with it.  I’m not sure David wanted the responsibility or the territory, but God chose him.  He was chosen while he was just a shepherd boy.  But it was as a shepherd boy, that God gave him the faith.  The faith to protect the flock from lion and bear, and later deliver the scared sheep from Goliath.  Leading the flock, as King, brought on it’s own fears.  But David had time to work out some of those fears before he led the nation.”
                  

Moriah admits, “I know I would be afraid if someone came after me with a javelin.”
                  

Fernye quickly points out, “But the effect of those fears carried on, into the years when David was king too.  The very same shepherd boy who walked with God through peaceful pastures, became King.  He was to learn, beyond fear, to respect and love God in a way that we are still today learning from.”


Shannon appears confused, “I didn’t know that David ever feared God.  How did he fear God?” 
                
Fernye, as always, finds this teaching, a story-telling delight, “King David initially would not let the ark of God to come unto him, because he had muddled his head.”
                

Josiah laughs loudly, “What’s a mud head?”
                

Fernye laughs along with him, “Not a mud head.   More like a muddlehead, but not quite.  David was not a muddlehead, he was a man of God.  But when we allow our minds to drift away from God,    our mind can become muddled. Muddled is, well, you have to break it down. There’s two words in muddled: mud and led.  If you allow someone to lead you through the mud, several things happen.  Now, you children might like the mud, but adults are too dignified, especially a King.”
                

This time it’s Leah’s turn, “What’s dignified?   Does it have anything to do with digging?”
                

With children, it’s often difficult to get to the point of the story.  She laughs, “No. Though some digging may give you a dis'-stink-'tion, but that’s a different story.   Let’s stick with an adult being led into the mud. When an adult is covered with mud, it makes them feel undigni---, let’s  just say, rather uncomfortable.  They’re in a sticky situation and it begins  to weigh them down.  And if they try to clear their own vision, often they just get more mud in their eyes.  They not only feel weighted down with their sticky situation, but they can no longer see straight and they become muddled.”
                 

Josiah’s eyes get as big as his voice, “Can’t someone just help him wash the mud off!”

   Fernye smiles at the simple child-like logic, “Well, it’s kind of sticky!   But yes, Josiah, our Lord can wash us clean.   And once David allowed that childhood joy, that closeness to the Lord, to return, ---the joy of the shepherd boy---, he began to dance with a song in his heart again, the songs of his youth.  But he also carried a new song in his heart.”
                   

   Leah’s wide eyes bring satisfaction to a well-told story, “I can find all that in the Bible?”
                   

   Fernye doesn’t hesitate to admit, “Well, actually, no.  And I don’t want you to think I’m adding to the Bible. That we shouldn’t do!  I just want  to add to the emotional feel of it.”





   Cindy is well aware of that emotional feel and the songs of her youth. Cindy is about to speak, but it seems as though Fernye anticipates, clarifying her own point, “But that’s only if the song of your youth refers to the joy you felt, and the song in your heart as a new Christian.  Like Jesus says in the Book of Matthew, Chapter eighteen, verse three: We are to be converted and become as little children.  With the joy that we’ve seen in little Samuel here.  Not the joy of a time that felt good in our youth while still within our rebellion and our worldly struggles.”
                  

   Rebekkah feels her emotions speak one more time, “Feeling too comfortable brings on its own problems too.   David was overcome with  the world’s temptations.  He not only killed the enemy, but the spirit of himself …as Nathan put it so directly to him.  As painful as it was to hear, God used that illustration to draw David back to Him.”


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