Sunday March 30, 2014 – Samuel 16:1-13, Psalm 23:1-6, Ephesians 5:8-14, John 9:1-41
Today’s scripture stood out to me in several ways. 1st it reminds us again not to judge (Samuel). then Ps 23, “beside restful waters he leads me; he refreshes my soul” reminded me again of the Living Water Jesus offers us. My cup overflows. Only goodness & kindness follow me 🙂 Love that.
What really continues to move me from the first reading is that God interrupts Samuel from grieving for what used to be in order to participate in what God is preparing to do!! hmmm… Sooo powerful!
I feel God is telling me to stop grieving for what I had planned & believed was supposed to be (that has failed painfully & miserably), and be open to what He has planned and prepared for me. Upon reflection, I discovered I have been greiving for quite some time. Far too long, holding onto something I knew at wasn’t working, but painfully trying to hold on out of stubbornness and self-will. Ah to let go, to forgive myself and others, and to be open to God’s will for my life! Freedom!! Uncertainty sure…but Certain Freedom!
The lenten reflection in Give Us This Day (www.giveusthisday.org) encourages us as mud is placed on our eyes, to wash ourselves anew in other waters; to accept the gift to see where God’s presence is being revealed today. Awesome!! “we desperately need to be healed of the blindness of our own resistances.” that holds true for me!! Thank you Lord for new eyes! 🙂
I also loved the reflection on the psalm. “I know the Psalm, She knows the Shepard.” 🙂 An Excerpt from The Rock that is Higher: Story as Truth by Madeleine L’Engle (found here: http://www.spiritualityandpractice.com/books/excerpts.php?id=11814)
Madeleine L’Engel explores the central role story has played in her life and work. Here is a teaching story about faith.
“There’s a true story I love about a house party in one of the big English country houses. Often after dinner at these parties people give recitations, sing, and use whatever talent they have to entertain the company. One year a famous actor was among the guests. I’ve been told he might have been Charles Laughton. When it came his turn to perform, he recited the Twenty-third Psalm, perhaps the most beloved psalm in the Psalter. The Lord is my Shepard. I shall not want. His rendition was magnificent, and there was much applause. At the end of the evening someone noticed a little old great aunt dozing in the corner. She was deaf as a post and has missed most of what was going on, but she was urged to get up and recite something. In those days people used to memorize a lot of poetry! So she stood up, and in her quavery old voice she started, The Lord is my Shepard, and went on to the end of the psalm. When she had finished there was tears in many eyes. Later one of the guests approached the famous actor. ‘You recited that psalm absolutely superbly. It was incomparable. So why were we so moved by that funny, little old lady?’
“He replied, ‘I know the psalm. She knows the shepherd.’ “