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Psalm 23:6

Psalm 23:6 “Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;”
[You, Lord, constantly pour out goodness and mercy on your children; it is a certainty that in each situation you are providing these in our lives. Very often, though, we cannot see them at the moment– but when we can look back at a difficult situation, there they are: goodness and mercy were following us!
An example is the disappointment I had recently. After waiting two weeks for an overhead door installer to come, he only did half the job and then left, saying, “I’ll be back in about two weeks!” I could see no goodness and mercy in that! But, the next day, while talking to one of my disciples, I found that he had worked as a door installer and he offered to come and finish the job for me.
We both profited: he needed some extra income, I needed the help; plus he knew where to get the springs I needed at a very reasonable price. We both saw God’s goodness and mercy in the first man not finishing the job.
This pattern has been and will be true throughout the whole of our lives with you, Lord Jesus. You are always faithful, you are consistently good and you are deeply merciful– whether we can see it at the moment or not. Praise be to you my wonderful Shepherd!]
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Psalm 23:5c

Psalm 23:5c Truly, “My cup runs over.”
[You, Lord, give us what we need–and far more. What I actually need is air, water, food, clothing, shelter and love. But when I look at all you have given me, it is way beyond that, much more than what I need spiritually, intellectually, emotionally, physically, socially, financially and in every other realm. And we have certainly experienced this in the richness of  our marriage—today is our 48th wedding anniversary
Now it is my privilege and responsibility to share these with others, to let your blessings flow through me to those around me. For example, the joy you give me should bring joy to others as I am kind, thoughtful, positive and helpful to them, whether I feel like it or not.
The material provisions you’ve given I should be sharing around. The spiritual riches you give I should also be passing along, for, in your Kingdom, getting and hoarding is not the norm, but receiving and giving.
So, when we go to church on Sunday, we can go filled with the Lord’s riches and grace as well as insights from our quiet times during the week.
 
Then we are ready to give to others as they have need, as well as to receive what the Lord may have for us. May we continually overflow with the wonder of our walk with our Shepherd, Jesus, bringing encouragement, hope and perspective to all around us.]
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Wednesday, it’s time for another chapter from the life of Nancy.
 
THE CAGE FIGHT
 
“If your joy does not return within three months, something will need to change.” Bill Tartar, the president of our agency, and his wife, Mae, spoke to me in love. It was the spring of 1985, and the Tartars had traveled to see all the workers in Pakistan. Hidden away in this remote Islamic town, they had discovered the real reason for their journey.
 
Serving Christ here in west Pakistan with legendary nurse, Earlene Voss, had been my dream. In the fall of 1984, after completing Urdu language study, I joined her and threw myself into the work and people of this small city.
 
From morning till evening, we labored. Earlene served the population through her medical and tuition programs. Meanwhile, I taught eleven Bible classes a week in Urdu to women and children. We had a half-day off per week to recuperate.
 
By Christmas of that year, I was exhausted and struggling. Life had begun to feel like a cage fight with multiple opponents.
 
Culturally, I was naive. “Why did you tell that to so-and-so? Now she’ll tell the whole neighborhood.” I didn’t know the rules.
 
“Oh, no, it’s not uncommon for women to put glass in their husband’s food to kill them.” No one was innocent.
 
“Stop screaming when you play basketball with the girls. Men on the street are complaining.” Everything was sexualized.
 
My spiritual immaturities bubbled to the surface: anxieties, fears, undealt-with-sin, deficiencies in theology. In the cage, Satan weaponized them against me.
 
I wielded God’s weapons of prayer and the Word but often faltered at the new combat level. I was lonely for a friend my age who understood me and accepted me as I was. Someone I could relax with.
 
Under all the stress, my sleep became disturbed. Earlene prescribed low doses of valium to help me sleep, but I felt guilty taking the drug, so it was unhelpful.
 
In March of 1985, through tears that flowed freely throughout the days, I wondered if I was losing my mind. Then I remembered that people who are insane don’t think they are, and I comforted myself in this thought.
 
As I pondered the three-month deadline for joy given by the Tartars, it loomed ahead like a prison sentence. The escape fantasy I had often seen in my mind kicked into gear.
 
Early the morning after the Tartars had left, I slipped into the clinic where Earlene was working. “I’m going to see the Tartars” I announced
 
Wrapped in my chador (sheet-sized covering) with my head lowered, I scurried down the dusty street to the bus stop. Past shops of men ogling. Past the mosque that broadcasted anti-American sermons. Past donkey carts and women in burkas aside open sewers. I boarded a bus and left.
 
A three-hour bus ride to the north, the Tartars called for an end to the fight, “You have earned six months of leave. Why not take it?”
 
God had slid the lock off the outside of the cage, and I was free to go. In His time, and not a minute sooner, He had lovingly marked me for the rest of my life. I sought the LORD, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears. (Psalm 34:4 NIV)
 
Epilogue. Nancy recovered and went back to serve many more years in Pakistan.
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Psalm 23:5

Psalm 23: 5b, “You anoint my head with oil;”
[Shepherds put oil on the heads of their sheep to keep away pesky insects, to heal wounds, to refresh and so when the sheep butt heads, they will slide by and not be badly injured.
Oil here can represent many things: the Holy Spirit, protection, blessing and healing. You, Lord, provide for us all these blessings and more in your gracious giving, pouring out continually from your unending, inexhaustible store of riches.
As it says in Ephesians 1:2 “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ who HAS blessed us with All spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ Jesus.” Ephesians goes on to detail some of these blessings:
 
–He chose us before the foundation of the world.
–He has made us holy and without blame before Him in love.
–He predestined us to be adopted as His children.
–It was His good pleasure to adopt us.
–We are accepted in the Beloved, Christ.
–In Him we have redemption through His blood.
–We have the forgiveness of ours sins according to the riches of His endless grace.
— And in 1 Peter 1:3 it says, “His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life….” ]
Truly, “My cup runs over!” Because God is incredibly, infinitely good.
 
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Psalm 23:4

“You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.”
As our good Shepherd, you bring us into positive places to graze. On the edges of the pasture may lurk wolves, bears, lions, or the great serpent, Satan. Their presence, however, does not need to disturb us, for you are our all-powerful protector.
 
No one can skirt you, no one can thwart your plans or purposes. Therefore we can ignore the threats of the enemy and quietly, peacefully feed on what you have given, resting in your goodness, greatness and glory.
You are our good Shepherd, our great Guide, our Warrior King who has already defeated the enemy. As we remain in the shelter of your Word, your Way, your Wisdom, praising you in and for all, we are safe from true harm.
 
You may lead us through many challenges, but in these you will protect and carry us through as we follow you. Help us, your little lambs, to walk with you today.
 
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In 1984 we got a letter from Elise, a woman who had been searching for spiritual input. Her sister had gotten an offer for the Bible correspondence course and gave it to Elise. Through that she found our address and wanted to meet with us.
 
We called the telephone number she sent us in a letter and her sixteen year old daughter, Sarah, answered, speaking to Barbara in high school German. She was very relieved to find that we spoke Turkish.
 
This contact proved to be the most significant one in the fellowship. After she came to the Lord, Elise proved to be a real evangelist and eventually was instrumental in seeing twenty-three of her relatives become believers!
 
About the same time, the Smith’s oldest daughter, Alyn, introduced us to a man she was interested in. Ivan was a short, aggressive fellow, seemingly a hard worker who showed an interest in the gospel.
 
Although he had only a third grade education, Ivan was bright and was soon explaining the meaning of the gospel to the rest of the Smith family more effectively than we could. Ivan himself made a commitment and began attending the Sunday meetings at the Smiths. Soon he and Alyn married.
 
Another fellow, Harry, came through the correspondence course, and Dan began to disciple him, pouring lots of time and effort into his life. Harry showed signs of being a potential leader.
 
Then some months later, a worker from Germany came looking for nationals to work in his literature ministry, and sought out Harry. Dan talked with this man and warned him that Harry was just a young believer and needed time to mature before he could be put in charge of a foreign-funded venture. But the man did not listen.
 
We found out later that this was his way in many countries. He operated independently of any workers on the ground, taking one or two believers to himself and working exclusively with them. It led to the distribution of the man’s literature, but to the unhealthy separation and isolation of believers.
 
At this point our little group was meeting in homes, often in a different place every week. Although home meetings were not illegal, many people believed they were, and felt uncomfortable. As the culture was building oriented, it seemed strange to seekers that we had no official meeting place.
 
The Lord provided a solution to this through a friend who knew the priest in the Vatican Embassy. He allowed us to meet on their property, making it much easier to invite seekers.
 
One day after the meeting during the teatime, Barbara noted that each local was talking to a foreigner. The believers were not mixing with each other. This was not a new problem. Therefore, we decided to have foreigners attend, encouraging the locals to interact with each other.
 
One Sunday afternoon when we arrived at the gate of the Embassy, the head priest was there and took me aside. “This is the last Sunday you will be allowed to meet here,” he said,
 
“Why is that?” I asked.
 
“The authorities have come and told us we cannot accept you.”
 
“What would be the reason for that?” I exclaimed, “This is not local property, this belongs to the Vatican. This decision is contrary to the law!”
 
“Ah, my son,” said the priest, “Here the law and the authorities are two very different things!” He was right, of course, and that was the end of our meetings at the Embassy.
 
In one way I was thankful, for we had noticed that after our meetings, the two priests living at the Embassy would come down and mix with us. In the end we realized that they were trying to draw the believers into Catholicism. Separation from that was good.
 
The Lord had other things in mind for us; an Austrian believer was able to get permission for us to meet in a school. That was even better, because it was more centrally located and was guarded, making the believers feel even more secure.
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Psalm 23:4b

“I will fear no evil for You are with me….” Psalm 23:4b
You, Lord God, are ever present, ever with us, your little lambs. If there is evil threatening, enemies approaching, you are there, watching, providing, protecting in whatever way you deem best.
Often we are living in limbo, uncertain of what is going to happen, in fear of possible danger or disappointment, and when the doors to the future open, we have no idea what is on the other side. But there is one thing we can be sure of: that you are there on the other side of that door, waiting to greet us with your planned path prepared.
As you announce in Jeremiah 29:11, “I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” In you we can rest.
“Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”
The shepherd’s rod is a stout club to beat off attackers. Your rod is powerful, effective, more than sufficient to protect us from whatever Satan can bring against us–for you are invincible, undefeatable and all powerful. You have already won every battle at the cross.
And then there is your staff, the shepherd’s crook used to guide and correct your sheep as we stray. You are faithful to warn us when we wander willfully out of the way: you tap us on the shoulder, or you pull us back, or if necessary, give us a whack to get our attention. You guide us persistently, even when we insist on rebelling, trusting in ourselves rather than you.
 
As we live in the light of these truths we will be safe little lambs watched over by the Almighty, all powerful, all knowing Shepherd who loves us like crazy.
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Psalm 23:4

More thoughts on Psalm 23:4 and the valley of the shadow of death.
 
As we take refuge in His love, power and truth, God does not always protect us from what will harm us physically, but from what would harm us spiritually. Then we can shine in the darkness of this world as a burning fire for those seeking Truth.
 
The valley of the shadow of death is not a threat but an opportunity to fulfill the purpose of our lives: honoring the One who walked this road before us and will walk with us through it again, and we do this by offering the sacrifice of thanksgiving (Psalm 50:23).
 
So, let us look to Jesus, “who for the joy set before him endured the cross, despising the shame and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God” (Heb. 12:2).
 
Let us follow the advice of the Word to “throw off everything that hinders [our natural worldview] and the sin that so easily entangles [addiction to comfort, selfishness and security, to name a few] and run with perseverance the race marked out for us [some of which will go through the valley of the shadow of death], fixing our eyes on Jesus the author and finisher of our faith…” (Heb. 12:1,2a)
 
And we will come out on the other side, into a pleasant place: “He brought me out into a spacious place, he rescued me because he delighted in me” (Ps. 18:19).
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Psalm 23:4

Psalm 23:4 “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;”
 
[At least one of the paths of righteousness you will lead me on, Lord, goes through this dark valley. It may be a time of dying to a desire, to my will, to a possession or it may be physical danger and sickness or death of a loved one or myself.
 
Whatever it is, I do not need to fear that evil will triumph.
There may be loss and suffering, but in the end, evil will not win because Jesus is already the Victor and I belong to Him.
 
Think of Paul in his shipwreck described in Acts 27. In the midst of a great storm there were days and nights of uncertainty where Paul was cold, wet and hungry; and then the smashing of the ship into a sandbar and everyone having to swim to shore through crashing surf.
 
There was evil: the soldiers wanted to kill the prisoners, Paul included, so they couldn’t escape, but that was prevented. Then the viper bit Paul, but God protected him and no harm was done.
 
It was a dark valley, but in it, the witness of Paul shone brighter in his faith, in his declaration of God’s sovereignty, in his prediction (all possessions will be lost, all people will be saved), and in his being protected. Without that dark, the light would have not been seen so clearly.
 
Then Paul went on to heal and preach the gospel to people on the island–effectively because of his journey through the valley of the shadow of death, bringing him to those who had need.
 
When we are such a valley we can remember that God has a plan for this, just as He did with Paul. And because He is with us, and as with Paul, His rod and staff will protect us from what is truly evil for our God is Good, all the time.
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Today something different, the first of a series of vinyets written by a fellow worker in Pakistan. Today could be entitled, “The almost end of a dream”
 
The Engagement, by Nancy.
 
I suppose it could have looked like a prelude to suicide. After thrashing about in indecision for three months, I suddenly checked into a local motel. My parents worried at home.
 
Four months earlier, in November of 1982, my heart had soared with purpose. After years of preparation, my dream of serving Christ in Pakistan was drawing near. Most of my support had been pledged. Trunks were filling up with a four-year supply of things. Speaking engagements had tapered off, and the goodbyes had begun.
 
One of my last speaking engagements was at my alma mater, Briercrest Bible School, in Saskatchewan. Everyone there received me warmly, but none more so than Steve, a fellow student and good friend. He was also interested in missions. Attractive, fun, and godly, Steve’s romantic intentions surfaced, “Can I write to you in Kelowna?” I was flattered and stunned. I had never thought of him like that.
 
After a flurry of correspondence, Steve traveled to our home after Christmas that year. Family, friends, and fellow missionaries loved him and loved the idea of us. Some caught up in romantic notions, and some relieved I wouldn’t have to be a single missionary. Funny, singleness was my last concern.
 
I pushed my half-filled trunks for Pakistan into a corner of the house and closed the lids. If I let go of the dream now, would it be gone forever?
 
By the time Steve returned to Briercrest on January 2nd, we were engaged. He had asked me to marry him on New Year’s Eve. The pressure I felt from every direction to embrace this new script for my life was intense. I was in the middle of a “Hallmark” movie, and the director had cued me to say, “Yes.”
 
I canceled my plans for Pakistan and boarded a spiritual and emotional roller coaster. One day “in love,” the next day deep in doubt. Well-meaning people confused me with their romantic tales, with their counsel.
Where was the God I knew? How easily perplexity had obscured Him. Why didn’t guidance pop off the pages of Scripture as usual? Frantic to hear from God, I took Bible verses out of context and worsened things. I felt abandoned by God.
 
Meanwhile, Steve bought me a gorgeous ring, and we set a wedding date. I traveled to meet his family. We began marriage counseling. All the while, I felt like I was living someone else’s life, everyone else’s life.
 
After an uneventful stay at that motel in March, I bought a Greyhound bus ticket and traveled to Saskatchewan to see Steve. Before the bus had even left Kelowna, I cried out to God, “I don’t know what to do, but I cannot continue to live like this.” A weight lifted.
 
Three days later, on Easter Sunday, I removed the engagement ring and placed it in Steve’s hand. Disappointed but resigned, he took it back.
 
And I took my life back.
 
When I arrived in Pakistan two months after the break-up, I could not think of one reason why God had allowed me to experience such humiliation and confusion.
 
But I had begun to grasp the wildness of God and the depths of my uncultivated heart.
 
“…perplexed, but not despairing;”  (2 Corinthians 4:8b nasb
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