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Is she ok?

visioncgbc | May 30, 2008 06:57

Last night I went to church and sort of hung out with the youth leaders and the few youth who will be speaking and singing Sunday evening at the youth-led service.  When Holly asked me if I was going to come I decided pretty quickly that I would. I am trying to embrace the fact that I feel most fulfilled when I am doing ministry related and church things and being around people who share a passion for Christ.  If I would stayed at home, I would have piddled around and gotten nothing accomplished and felt very bummed about it.  Instead I was at church talking and laughing, and helping stuff envelopes.  Chloe got to play with Rachel, Rebekah and Luke and had a blast.  I know Richard was glad to be back in church, even though it wasn't on Sun. or Wed. night.  He's drained. Their entire family is.  I just could tell he was glad to be there.  We got home at around 9:30.  Chloe's had a lil' allergy stuffiness this week.  So, after playing outside last night she was pretty stuffed up when we got home.  We gave her some allergy medication and she went to bed.  She sleep walks sometimes.  I'm thinking it's when she takes this kind of medicine that it usually happens, but it may be at other times too.   I had just really started drifting off to sleep at about 11:30 when I hear some loud noise, and couldn't figure out if it was Meagan or what.  All of a sudden the door flies open and Chloe comes in.  I set up in bed, "Chloe what's wrong?" Silence.  "Chloe what's wrong?"  Silence.  "Chloe!"  She starts talking so quietly you can't hear her, and what you can hear makes no sense.  She says something about it being too dark and she can't see.  Turns out she had picked up her clothes for school and was going to put them on.  Mark realized what was going on and said "C'mon let's get back in bed and talk about it."  He walks her to her room and is back in ours in I think about a minute. I asked him if he thought she was ok.  He said yes.  In my mind I felt like she wasn't, but somehow within I think 10 seconds, I was back asleep. Thank the Lord she actually was ok, and I laughed when she got up today and didn't remember one bit of what happened last night.  Mark's sister Debbie used to sleep walk.  One time she cut up my in-laws curtains with scissors, while sleeping!  They had to put a cow-bell on her door.  

 

Thank goodness that me ignoring my gut feeling didn't turn out to be a disaster, 'cause it certainly could have.  

 

This is place of the world.  Much of the world I should say.  Knowing something isn't right, but 10 seconds later saying " Casarasara. Whatever will be will be."

Isaiah 22

A Country of Cowards
 1-3 A Message concerning the Valley of Vision:

   What's going on here anyway?
   All this partying and noisemaking,
Shouting and cheering in the streets,
   the city noisy with celebrations!
You have no brave soldiers to honor,
   no combat heroes to be proud of.
Your leaders were all cowards,
   captured without even lifting a sword,
A country of cowards
   captured escaping the battle.

You Looked, but You Never Looked to Him
 4-8In the midst of the shouting, I said, "Let me alone.
   Let me grieve by myself.
Don't tell me it's going to be all right.
   These people are doomed. It's not all right."
For the Master, God-of-the-Angel-Armies,
   is bringing a day noisy with mobs of people,
Jostling and stampeding in the Valley of Vision,
   knocking down walls
   and hollering to the mountains, "Attack! Attack!"
Old enemies Elam and Kir arrive armed to the teeth—
   weapons and chariots and cavalry.
Your fine valleys are noisy with war,
   chariots and cavalry charging this way and that.
   God has left Judah exposed and defenseless.

 8-11You assessed your defenses that Day, inspected your arsenal of weapons in the Forest Armory. You found the weak places in the city walls that needed repair. You secured the water supply at the Lower Pool. You took an inventory of the houses in Jerusalem and tore down some to get bricks to fortify the city wall. You built a large cistern to ensure plenty of water.

   You looked and looked and looked, but you never looked to him who gave you this city, never once consulted the One who has long had plans for this city.

 12-13The Master, God-of-the-Angel-Armies,
   called out on that Day,
Called for a day of repentant tears,
   called you to dress in somber clothes of mourning.
But what do you do? You throw a party!
   Eating and drinking and dancing in the streets!
You barbecue bulls and sheep, and throw a huge feast—
   slabs of meat, kegs of beer.
"Seize the day! Eat and drink!
   Tomorrow we die!"

 14God-of-the-Angel-Armies whispered to me his verdict on this frivolity: "You'll pay for this outrage until the day you die." The Master, God-of-the-Angel-Armies, says so.

"4-8In the midst of the shouting, I said, "Let me alone.
   Let me grieve by myself.
Don't tell me it's going to be all right.
   These people are doomed. It's not all right." "

I love his passion when he says "No, this is not ok, these people are doomed." 

The comfortable modern day pew-filler says, "Oh, it'll work out.  They'll come eventually. Casarasara" The person who sees the truth says "Don't tell me it's all right, these people are lost!  We have to do something!"  I think the passion for the last group I described may come across to the first group I described as fanatic or sometimes even anti-social.  Because when you're passion is for winning the lost, it's tough sometimes to think about anything but that.  Because again we/they see it for what it is "It's not ok, these people are doomed.  It's not all right."

Romans 10:14-15But how can people call for help if they don't know who to trust? And how can they know who to trust if they haven't heard of the One who can be trusted? And how can they hear if nobody tells them? And how is anyone going to tell them, unless someone is sent to do it? That's why Scripture exclaims,

   A sight to take your breath away!
   Grand processions of people
      telling all the good things of God!

I pray that uppermost in my thinking will be the truth of what it means this means: "How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!"  Equally I pray to be confronted with the truth of what this means:

Revelation 20

The Dead Are Judged
 11Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it. Earth and sky fled from his presence, and there was no place for them. 12And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Another book was opened, which is the book of life. The dead were judged according to what they had done as recorded in the books. 13The sea gave up the dead that were in it, and death and Hades gave up the dead that were in them, and each person was judged according to what he had done. 14Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. The lake of fire is the second death. 15If anyone's name was not found written in the book of life, he was thrown into the lake of fire.


 


 

 

 

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