Psalms 120, 121, 122, 123,
1 John 2:1-11
Matthew 9:35-10:4
Ezekiel 33:21-33
We lived on the edge of the town. One way to the center was along the main road, the other along some lanes. That was a creepy way. The lanes had tall hedgerows, twisted and turned and went past ruins. Ruins were scary places, they might be full of ghosts.
Map of Clay Lane way from Merlins Bridge to Haverfordwest.
It is strange how terrified I was to walk passed the ruins if we were going from home to town but if we were going there for a picnic they just held excitement. Now as far as picnics go Haroldston ruins were not much. Most of it was not there. There was the odd wall, in fact probably the most exciting part was going over the stone stile from the lane into the grassy house area. However they were a good place for hide and seek but you had to be careful to keep away from the stinging nettles and brambles which skirted the base of the few remaining walls affording them a different kind of fortification than they were familiar with five centuries ago. Of course in bramble season we went with the express intent of picking- and eating our fill in the process.
It struck me that not only were the remnant left in Israel living in ruins but their spiritual life was also in ruins. They were doing all the right things, going to Bible Study, Sunday School as well as church, singing songs to glorify God, even singing in the choir. They even listened intently to the sermon! And then they went home. See you next week God!
Map of Clay Lane way from Merlins Bridge to Haverfordwest.
It is strange how terrified I was to walk passed the ruins if we were going from home to town but if we were going there for a picnic they just held excitement. Now as far as picnics go Haroldston ruins were not much. Most of it was not there. There was the odd wall, in fact probably the most exciting part was going over the stone stile from the lane into the grassy house area. However they were a good place for hide and seek but you had to be careful to keep away from the stinging nettles and brambles which skirted the base of the few remaining walls affording them a different kind of fortification than they were familiar with five centuries ago. Of course in bramble season we went with the express intent of picking- and eating our fill in the process.
It struck me that not only were the remnant left in Israel living in ruins but their spiritual life was also in ruins. They were doing all the right things, going to Bible Study, Sunday School as well as church, singing songs to glorify God, even singing in the choir. They even listened intently to the sermon! And then they went home. See you next week God!
Be with me, keep me in good repair, solid down to the foundations of my faith that I may show your glory on a daily basis.
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