Exodus 19 :1-16
Psalms 26, 28
Colossians 1:1-14
Matthew 3:1-6
Psalm 28
The Pit
The Pit
Death. All is lost. There is nowhere to turn. Mud walls surround me. Desolation creeps into my mind as the smell of dampness invades my nostrils. All is lost, there is nowhere further to sink as I crouch on the slimy bottom avoiding the more soggy spots. Grief, beyond fear.
Where, O Lord is your love and kindness?
We always intended to have three children and we did. Three boys, two living ones and a corpse. We believe in miracles, that glimpse of life above the dark dripping walls of the pit. We prayed for the light, our friends and their friends prayed and still the darkness was there. The smell of wet soil or the smell of ICU - what is the difference? And the bleeping stopped. The nurses laid Matthew out in a blue coat and put a flower in his hands. When it came to the funeral the was a little white box. We had him dressed in a red coat is Granny had made. I had to go to the funeral home to see the box before we got to the church. It would have been too overpowering to think of what was in the box. Crouching in the slime, not nursing my baby.
Where, O Lord is your love and kindness?
Have you heard the story about the donkey that fell into a pit. The farmer decided the best thing to bury the donkey rather pull him out so the farmer and his friends begin to shovel earth on top of the donkey. At every shovelful he shook himself and climbed on top of the soil, eventually being able to climb out of the pit.
Well the the little village church was filled with our friends and over the next few months many people showered us little kindnesses and eventually we had another baby, and another.
As the last one said to me a few weeks ago "God must really have wanted me to be born".
Where, O Lord is your love and kindness?
We always intended to have three children and we did. Three boys, two living ones and a corpse. We believe in miracles, that glimpse of life above the dark dripping walls of the pit. We prayed for the light, our friends and their friends prayed and still the darkness was there. The smell of wet soil or the smell of ICU - what is the difference? And the bleeping stopped. The nurses laid Matthew out in a blue coat and put a flower in his hands. When it came to the funeral the was a little white box. We had him dressed in a red coat is Granny had made. I had to go to the funeral home to see the box before we got to the church. It would have been too overpowering to think of what was in the box. Crouching in the slime, not nursing my baby.
Where, O Lord is your love and kindness?
Have you heard the story about the donkey that fell into a pit. The farmer decided the best thing to bury the donkey rather pull him out so the farmer and his friends begin to shovel earth on top of the donkey. At every shovelful he shook himself and climbed on top of the soil, eventually being able to climb out of the pit.
Well the the little village church was filled with our friends and over the next few months many people showered us little kindnesses and eventually we had another baby, and another.
As the last one said to me a few weeks ago "God must really have wanted me to be born".
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