I am honored to be part of a great group of people.
Today, the Sunday of Labor Day weekend, I am reminded all over again how blessed and privileged I am. On one hand, I’m where God placed me. On the other hand, I am surrounded by some beautiful people with great perspectives.
The one thing I never want to do is to take this sacred honor and abuse or misuse.
Does this mean that everything goes perfect? Or according to some magical plan? No. There are up and down times. Sadness and disappointments abound at times. At times it requires hard work, but not because any person, but more because I’m indebted to those who surround my life and I feel the obligation of responsibility.
This morning, at the opening of service, we were reminded of the Privilege we have to live in this country, and this is a privilege not afforded everyone around the world. Leaders and countries will fail, even as we elevate them. Men and women will let us down, even as we promote them. Governments will come and go, just like they have come and gone for centuries. When we think we have arrived… Plop. Down comes the thrones. Wars. Escalation. Armies. Battles. Until such time that a final apocalypse will come… But there is a God who is over and above all of this.
These shall make war with the Lamb, and the Lamb shall overcome them: for he is Lord of lords, and King of kings: and they that are with him are called, and chosen, and faithful. (Revelation 17:14 KJV)
Those that are serving Him will be the “called, and chosen, and faithful…” That’s my side. That’s where my allegiance lies.
Even the Psalmist understood this back in a historical frame. He wrote and spoke of this in many ways, but these are the words I suggest to you today.
It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man. It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in princes. (Psalms 118:8-9 KJV)
Some trust in chariots, and some in horses: but we will remember the name of the LORD our God. (Psalms 20:7 KJV)
Through the morning worship, and as we were ushered into the presence of God with song and prayer, a simple song is led:
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. There’s just something about that name. Master, Savior, Jesus. Like the fragrance after the rain. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Let all heaven and earth proclaim. Kings and kingdoms shall all pass away. But there’s something about that name.
Again, we note how privileged we are as a group of people to stand and worship together. And as I struggle to deliver my heart in a message from the Word of God, I come to a final resting place of peace and comfort. I am privileged to have such good people to worship and live around. I am privileged to live in a great country that I pray for often. I am privileged to follow a King of my life that guides my footsteps day by day.
I am privileged!
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. O LORD, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O LORD, you know it altogether. You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high; I cannot attain it. Where shall I go from your Spirit? Or where shall I flee from your presence? If I ascend to heaven, you are there! If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there! If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me. If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,” even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you. For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with you.
(Psalms 139:1-18 ESV)
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