Tag Archives: hymns

A DAY OF TUMULT

I’d like to get back to the hymns for some of our discussions. 

I’m looking at the song from the 1800s, “Jesus Calls Us O’er the Tumult.”  I don’t think I ever looked up that word tumult.  Even as a kid, I somehow knew it meant a confusing day when you’d rather go back to bed.  I don’t know what Cecil Frances Alexander 120px-cecil_f_alexander1had in mind when she wrote:

“Jesus calls us o’er the tumult of our life’s wild restless sea.” 

She doesn’t look too wild and restless.  She looks more put together than I do on my days of tumult–or any day. 

Today started out as one of those mini tumult days.  The electricity went off, the clock was off, so I woke David up two hours late.  The rest of the day was OK, I was just so sleepy–in spite of a little extra sleep, and it was Monday.  It still is.  And last night I lost the pictures on my computer. 

colorado-yosemite-037

What about real tumult?

*I attended two funerals last week.  One sweet friend was younger than I am.  *The economy looks worse daily.  Bailing out doesn’t seem to be the answer. 

*There’s crime and war and sickness. 

For these more serious tumultous days, let’s look at more of our song.

“Day by day His sweet voice soundeth….” 

*  You can follow Me or you can follow the stock market. 

*  You can believe me when I say, “I will not leave you as orphans” (John 14:19) or you can hope our leaders figure out how to keep us safe. 

*  You can confess, accept God’s forgiveness and believe Romans 8:1, “there is no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus,” or you can decay in your guilt. 

*  You can rejoice in the Lord (Philippians 3:1) or you can mullygrub like I did this morning. 

I wonder if she ever felt tumultuous over being named Cecil!

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under hymns

ABIDING IN JOY

I love Sunday afternoon.  I’m thinking about writing the president and asking him for two Sunday afternoons per week.  What would that do to the economy? 

Seriously, I don’t plan to, for the most part, make this a political blog.  I hope to use the scriptures for the day as a jump off point for discussion.

In John 15, Jesus talks about abiding in His love.  Then He says why we should do that, “that your joy may be full.”  Abide means to endure, but it seems like there is more.  Abide in my mind is connected to steadfastness, firmness.  I think of two people I connect with this word.  I live with both of them.  That’s the burden I have to bear.  I am up and down, over here, over there, crying, laughing, all over the map.  They are steadfast, firm, unruffled,though I probably ruffle them once in a while. 

dsc008031

I love the song, “Abide With Me.”  However, I think this reminder is for us, not for God.   If we have allowed Him to take residence in our lives, he does abide with us.  There’s another song, “colorado-yosemite-0291Constantly Abiding.”  I want to constantly abide in Him so my joy may be full.

If you abide, maybe you can make biscuits when you’re 93 (93? I can’t make them now!)–or live with a flip-flopper like me when you’re 63. 

Ebenezer has reached new heights–the half dome of Yosemite.  See the new cover  on Amazon, Barnes and Noble or ask for it at your local bookstore.  This non-scrooge is getting varied reviews.  A friend passes them out to hospice patients and their families.  They read it while they wait for the inevitable.  Other friends read it to their kids at bedtime.  But try reading just one at a time.  One says you can’t do it, kind of like eating Cheeteos, she says.  dsc00802

This kid is marking in his Ebenezer.  Of course, I am totally objective when it comes to this eight-year-old. 

Please join in on my blog.  Please be kind. 

Love, Marty

1 Comment

Filed under Uncategorized