Psalms 75, 76
2 Thessalonians 3:1-18
Matthew 7:13-21
Matthew 7:13-21
Gates
Gates
Five bar gates into fields, usually rickety, held to the gate post with binder twine. When you climbed over the gate it it wobbled adding to the thrill of entering a farmer's field, probably without permission but usually trying to follow what is supposed to be a designated public footpath. Public footpath are very illusive. Look at the map and it seems obvious where the path is going. Down the side of the copse, left at the pond and diagonally across the next field.
You get over the gate and there is no pond and field is recently plowed, no diagonal crossing is possible and the gap at the other side is thoroughly disguised in brambles. Then you see the bull in the field and barbed wire where you think the path might be. "O Lord help me to find the right path". I have prayed this whilst walking in the countryside when the details on the map and the terrain did not match. It was the end of a footsore day and dinner is calling. But how much more it is a prayer that I pray everyday when faced with laundry and weeding and cleaning and cooking and shopping and sewing and dogs and children and volunteering and friends to befriend and students and writing and reading and sums and teaching and this route or that, work or not and if so what, and bills to pay, how?
Which way Lord, where is your path? I read the map, but where is the path, the path that leads to eternal life? Send me a postcard, Google the directions, call my cell. How am I to know what you want me to do? Share your love.
You get over the gate and there is no pond and field is recently plowed, no diagonal crossing is possible and the gap at the other side is thoroughly disguised in brambles. Then you see the bull in the field and barbed wire where you think the path might be. "O Lord help me to find the right path". I have prayed this whilst walking in the countryside when the details on the map and the terrain did not match. It was the end of a footsore day and dinner is calling. But how much more it is a prayer that I pray everyday when faced with laundry and weeding and cleaning and cooking and shopping and sewing and dogs and children and volunteering and friends to befriend and students and writing and reading and sums and teaching and this route or that, work or not and if so what, and bills to pay, how?
Which way Lord, where is your path? I read the map, but where is the path, the path that leads to eternal life? Send me a postcard, Google the directions, call my cell. How am I to know what you want me to do? Share your love.
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