Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Ponderings

 

Ponderings

I have always been a ponderer, as was my dad before me. Dad would spend much time thinking of things and planning things he might do. Since he was an avid fisherman, he often conjured ways to make his fishing more successful even though he was the best fisherman I ever knew. My dad often thought of ways to keep warm on those long winter days when fishing from a hole in the ice. Often he would catch enough fish to have a fish fry in the middle of the fiercest winter. I remember a little “ice hut” he constructed to keep the winter winds at bay and provide a warm place to sit while pulling fish from under the ice.

For myself, even as a little girl, I would sit for hours pondering about many things, but the one thing I remember thinking about for an entire summer was having a grand parade. Of course, I was the grand leader of my colorful caravan, riding a beautiful Palamino with a jeweled bridle and saddle. I dreamed of my cowgirl outfit, also adorned with sequence and flash, not to mention colorful boots with spurs. Sometimes I would imagine unusual animals marching down the street wowing all who watched, like elephants and giraffes. My mind even thought of how I would get these creatures to walk happily in my imaginary parade. I was sure upon hearing, a zookeeper somewhere would volunteer to bring these animals to the event of the century. I could spend hours pondering these things.

I am still a ponderer! But now, it is God’s voice that I strain to hear. To some, my ponderings seem nearly as far off as my elaborate plans for the parade. They may seem crazy or impossible, but I know the God who knew me in my mother’s womb and made plans for me even in my old age. So Jeremiah, though he thought himself too young instead of too old, sent a message to me this morning as I pondered my age and my work yet to do here on earth.

The Lord said to me, I knew you before you were formed within your mother’s womb; before you were born, I sanctified you and appointed you as my spokesman to the world.

O Lord God, I said, “I can’t do that; I’m far too young (or old). Don’t say that, he replied, for you will go wherever I tell you to go. And don’t be afraid, for I the Lord will be with you and see you through. Then He touched my mouth and said, “See, I have put my words in your mouth! Today your work begins.”

Jeremiah 1:4-10

You need not worry about my pondering; it includes not one elephant, though it might seem slightly lofty for an old gal like me. But remembering that God touched my mouth with his words and said, your work begins, I go forward.

Someday, instead of an elaborate parade, I will have a grand entrance as the Bible describes in 2 Peter.

For in this way there will be richly provided for you an entrance into the eternal kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. 2 Peter 1:11 ESV

The Spot




 

“The Spot” was a place on the lake near us that many people went swimming when I was a kid in the fifties. When summer did not offer any relief from the sultry afternoons in central Illinois, you could see carloads of people heading for this fun destination. Unfortunately, there was no air conditioning except in the dime store uptown to escape to and hide in until the onslaught of blistering temperatures subsided. Sitting on a blanket on the bank, parents kept a watchful eye on those they brought, usually their kids as well as the neighbor kids. Bobbing heads were everywhere to the point that I’m sure it was hard to keep track of everyone, and eyes strained to keep up.

I remember one such day in my life that I could well have been a casualty of this chaotic scene. I couldn’t swim but walked happily to the warm water with the crowd that was already splashing about with great fun and laughter. Myself, bobbing with the waves, did not realize that I was getting out over my head. My little toes reached to touch the muddy bottom, but in vain, I realized that the safety of the more shallow water was several feet toward the bank. Among so many, no one noticed that I could not keep my head above water that I was in great danger of drowning. I kicked and sputtered to no avail for quite some time until my toes finally touched. I don’t believe I ever told anyone until now about that scary time in my childhood, but the movie reels in my head relive it once in a while when I see happy people bobbing in the water.

Sometimes as we struggle alone to touch the bottom to right ourselves, no one notices our struggle. Just one among many in the sea of humanity, we try desperately to get back to the shore from where we have drifted. Subtly yet indeed surely, we begin to see God far off. Alarmed at first, we head back that way, but the pull of worldly cares lures us away. As I, we sometimes innocently drift, not paying attention to our attitudes changing or our good habits waning at the call of other things. Our head bobs under time and time again, threatening our spiritual well-being.

Peter turned his back on Jesus and denied he knew him three times; earlier that evening, our Savior predicted that Peter would do this very thing, but added, “So when you have repented and turned to me again, strengthen your brothers.” Luke 22:32

So turn towards shore to the waiting arms of Jesus and rejoice as those little toes touch solid ground. Then strengthen a drifting brother or sister.