Sometimes in life Father puts us on a path we do not understand. Other times he closes off that path and we temporarily think we are lost, but we eventually find that He has created a new, greener, safer path for us. The difference between those who live victoriously and those who live defeated lives is having the faith to trust that Father has our best interests at heart. Whether we understand it or not at the time, if we allow Him to do His work and stop interfering with our impatience, selfishness, short-sightedness and desire for immediate gratification, all things will be made new ... made clear... made right.
I have been so troubled by what I have seen in Erie - lack of compassion, love, understanding, and even the basic respect for one another. With a troubled heart I sat down to read the Word this morning and cried, "Abba, Father":
Psalm 142
1I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
2I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
4I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
5I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
6Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
7Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.
1I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
2I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
4I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
5I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
6Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
7Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.
In my troubles, He has called me Home for a time of renewal. I hope to return to the citizens of Erie when I can -- I know they all still need HOPE.
Remember, Erie:
Superbum sequitur humilitas et humilem spiritu suscipiet gloria - Humiliation followeth the proud: and glory shall uphold the humble of spirit.
Selah.
Gratia vobis et pax a Deo Patre nostro et Domino Iesu Christo.
Pax huic domui.
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