I have to admit, the songs that have stayed with me the longest are those hymns we sang in Catholic School and Church growing up. Though I've had my differences with Catholicism in the past, I'd be lying if I said it were not the foundation of my current relationship with Jesus Christ. The songs themselves were scripture, which I didn't realize until I took it upon myself to read and know scripture. We had religion classes every day, in Catholic School, and then Mass on Wednesdays. So, I thank God for the consistent and heavy doses of Jesus that I received at Saint James Major Catholic School and Church, in the heart of Prichard, Alabama!
This song, "The King of Glory", came to mind this morning as I read Psalm 48. Then I thought about all the other hymns we sang regularly at Saint James and how we praised and gave glory to God OFTEN! True, as kids, we hardly understood religion, and scripture, and church. It was just something we were "made" to do. As an adult, I am grateful that my Mother and Father made us go to church. For they could see the purpose, as we parents tend to do, better than our kids. Verse 8 of Psalm 48 says, "As we have heard, so we have seen in the city of the Lord Almighty, in the city of our God: God makes her secure forever." Secure, forever, I am in the Lord! I look at the history of Jerusalem, the city of God, and how many times it has risen and fallen. Yet, God still calls her HIS!! God is there! No matter what we put Him through, He is there! No matter what we put ourselves through; our failures, fears, and forfeits, God is there! He is as constant and consistent as the Sun, sitting at the center of our universe.
Then, I think back to my life; my losses. I fathom the things that have been destroyed around me, my things that have been burned to the ground or swindled away from me. As I feel the regret, anger, and depression swirling in my gut, trying to find my heart, I put my hand in my pocket. I still have seeds to sow. God says, "Keep it moving. Keep scattering the seed I've been filling your heart with since the first day you saw Me at St. James." I say again, "Secure, forever, I am in the Lord!" I imagine there are those who are weary of loss, just as the people of Israel, when their city kept getting sacked and taken. Look at it this way, seed was scattered farther and farther away each and every time the city was conquered, by those taken prisoner and those who fled. Does the grass not grow greener after it has been burned?? We'll never see it if our eyes are ever trained on the scorch marks. Ponder it this way; you scatter seed on solid ground, only to have it washed away by a hard rain. The seed isn't gone. It's just been transported a little further down the road. Eventually, you'll come to it and see what an awesome thing it has become, and you'll reach it the time you were meant to do so.
Today, I am reminded of the King of Glory! I am reminded of God and how I am secure in His arms! I am also reminded that it is not my mission to regret or focus on the past. I am reminded that I have a pocket full of seed that only my hands can sow. I urge each and every one of you to give your minds over to God for at least a few minutes today, in prayer, meditation, or reading scripture. Afterwards, put your hands into the pockets of your hearts and find the seed you are meant to share. I give honor, glory and praise to the King of Glory; our Creator; our God! Amen!!
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
Bryan Hollomon Williams