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Psalm 23:3b

 
Psalm 23:3b,“He leads me in paths of righteousness”
[I praise you, Lord Jesus, my great Shepherd, that you carefully and consistently show us the right way, the best way, so we can walk with you through whatever circumstances you bring or allow. We can be sure that you will always lead us in what is righteous; when we feel led to do something that is less than righteous, we can be sure this is not from you.
So often we are advised by well-meaning people to “just follow your heart!” But our hearts are naturally “deceitful above all and desperately wicked…” (Jer. 17:9). You came to save us from your hearts, so we could follow you instead. I praise you that we can know the way of righteousness because you reveal it to us with your Word, your life and the Spirit’s guidance.
Praise you for the preparation you have done to give us direction– driving us into the Word, teaching us your thoughts and giving us wisdom (“If any man lack wisdom, let him ask of God…” James 1:5)
 
Praise you for your constant presence to lead us step by step as we listen to you. “…run with patience the race set out before you, looking to Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith” (Heb. 12:2). Thank you for your loving, gracious, calming care.
 
Lord, help me to follow you in the paths of righteousness today that I may bring honor to you and joy to your heart.]

Saved by the BB

All through my college years I was careful to live out my faith, being consistent in my quiet time, in prayer and in church attendance. There was a Lutheran church on campus, but after one visit I knew that this liturgical approach was not for me.
So each Sunday I would walk three miles to a small independent Bible church outside the town. The little congregation welcomed me and I enjoyed the pastor’s good teaching.
 
In the spring of my freshman year, right before the end of second semester, I was sitting in the Sunday evening service, thinking about the difficulties of studying, the loneliness of feeling like a social refugee and the dread of three more years of all that stretching out before me.
 
Suddenly I thought, “I don’t have to keep on dealing with this. I can just finish out this semester, quit school and go home! I can just work for Dad in his tire shop.” My whole outlook brightened and the dark clouds of my gloomy thoughts lessened.
 
A few days later, when I arrived home, I talked with Mom and Dad about my decision. They listened kindly and then gave me some good advice: “Give it another year and then make a decision.”
 
With the first year of college behind me, and a whole summer of cutting and baling hay to earn money for my next year of school before me, I was willing to give it another try. This was another good lesson from my parents on following through, whatever the difficulty might be, one that would be important in my first job after college.
At college, Instead of taking gym class, I had decided to try something different and signed up for the Reserve Officers Training Corps. Freshman year this had just meant wearing a uniform once a week and taking some military classes, but in my sophomore year we began doing physical training and war games every Tuesday afternoon.
 
On the first day of physical training I showed up in my fatigues with my rifle, ready for action. I found myself first in one of three lines for a drill. We were told to crawl on our elbows and knees for sixty yards, while cradling our rifles and shouting as loudly as we could.
 
At the signal I dropped down and started crawling. Completing my sixty yards, I stood up and looking back was amazed to see that the guys from the other two lines hadn’t even gotten halfway yet!
 
“Well,” I thought, “I shouldn’t be surprised: I’m running cross-country, training ten miles a day while these other guys are sitting around smoking and drinking beer!”
 
The next week when I arrived for the training, I found that I had been promoted from private third class to the rank of master sergeant! When I asked the reason for the promotion, I was told that it was because I could crawl fast! Now I had a platoon to command and I had no idea what to do with them!
 
I said to myself, “If this is the way the army chooses their leaders, I’m not sure I want to join! Doubts about my future military involvement increased as the war games began. Each week, I ended up in front of a machine gun nest. “You’re dead!” said the referee. This happened every week without exception. It was not a good sign with the war in Vietnam going full tilt.
 
“If I can’t survive here, what will happen there?” I thought. I didn’t know that the Lord had already been at work and was going to protect me. In the spring of that year all the ROTC cadets were taken to a nearby war college for physicals prior to starting boot camp in the summer. To my surprise, after my exam I was given a 4-F rejection slip.
 
“You are blind in one eye and legally blind in the other. You would be a liability on the battle field, especially if you lost your glasses,” said the officer. “In addition, your history of asthma, your enlarged heart, bad back, having one leg shorter than the other and your flat feet make you unfit for military service. Rejected.”
 
And this in spite of my being in better shape than any of the other candidates! But I didn’t object. No, I was glad. More than that, I was ecstatic! I wasn’t going to die in some Vietnamese rice paddy after all. Machine guns were not going to be in my future!
 
So being blind in one eye turned out to be a great positive after all! God’s grace was clearly evident; He had used what looked like a tragedy in childhood to protect me from an early death in Viet Nam.
Picture: in my work clothes in summer after my junior year
 

Psalm 23:3

Psalm 23:3 “he restores my soul.”
[You, Lord Jesus, are the Shepherd of my whole being: spirit, soul and body. I praise you that, in believing in you, I was born again and you made my spirit come alive. Praise you that in living with you, my soul is being restored–moving me towards the pre-fall condition Adam and Eve enjoyed.
This is a partnership process, with each of us playing a role. You transform my soul (my thinking, my will and my emotions) as I lie down in your pasture and drink from your still waters. As I take in of your Word, I can bask in the beauty of your being, live in the light of your love, and rest in the power of your presence.
The rich discipline of memorizing your Word and praying through it while personalizing it, brings more transformation in each area. You teach me to think your thoughts, to desire your will, to lead my emotions.
In addition, worshiping you through praise brings additional change, much of it on an emotional level, as seen in a solidification of strength in my soul, bringing a multitude of shifts:
 
–A greater grasp of your love, a deeper understanding of the security of belonging to you.
–A detachment from the thoughts and opinions of others, as I learn to fear you instead of people.
–A growing desire to please you, a deepening certainty of your goodness to do what is best, a deepening of faith.
Worship leads to:
–giving thanks instead of complaining,
–positive words instead of critical and negative statements.
–a deepened patience flowing from grasping that you control the timing of all around me.
You, Lord Jesus, are the source of life, of healing, of transformation, of hope and joy. I praise you for your great and deep love which keeps you working with us, your stubborn sheep, who wound you afresh every day with our willful, selfish, sinful choices.
Forgive me, Lord Jesus, for hurting you so. Forgive me for my rebellion and unbelief. Forgive me for not walking consistently with you through the day, not praying during conversations, not denying self when necessary, not rejecting the fear of man, not immediately fleeing lustful thoughts, not being diligent in what you have given me to do.
Help me today, Lord, to walk in close communion with you, to obey the clear commands of your Word, and to follow the promptings of your Spirit, so that I may not grieve your heart, so that my soul might be further restored and that you may receive more and more honor and glory.

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Psalm 23:2b “…he leads me beside quiet waters,”
[As our good Shepherd, you know of our need to drink deeply of your Truth, so you carefully and consistently lead us to the source–your Word. You encourage us to come to quiet waters, to spend focused and unhurried time with you.
However, instead of coming to drink wisely, we often wade into these waters with our worries and impatience, with our thoughts riled, muddying our perspective. We stir up the quiet waters, making them less refreshing.
But you are working to train us in quietness and contemplation, teaching us to lift our souls to you, to pour out our hearts and then wash our thoughts, worries and frustrations with the cleansing water of your Word. Thank you for your patience and graciousness.
I praise you that your provision of quiet waters is perfect: it is pure, it is abundant, it is healing. In our physical lives, drinking sufficient water can prevent problems caused by dehydration, and can speed recovery from sicknesses we have.
So it is in the spiritual realm. Time with you, in your Word, in worship, drinking deeply of Truth brings transformation, strengthening of faith, deepening of understanding, broadening of surrender and nurturing of our first love. These prevent us from falling unnecessarily into sins like rebellion, selfishness, worry and fear.
Being in your Word–reading, memorizing, meditating, praying–are such unnatural activities, fought against by the world, the flesh and the devil. Yet they are the most normal activities for the sheep who love you, desire to live for you and are committed to following you wholeheartedly. We must replace the natural with the spiritual.
Praise you for the privilege of soaking in the Word with the understanding your Spirit brings. Help me to drink of it daily, to delve into its depths and see more of your beauty and goodness. I thank you today for what you will teach me through it. Glory be to you.]

Psalm 23:2

Psalm 23:2 “He makes me lie down”
[I praise you, Lord Jesus, that, as my Shepherd, you don’t ask my opinion about what challenges I should face. Instead, in your wisdom and goodness, you “make me lie down” in situations I’d just as soon avoid, like my wife’s deep depression that has been going on for some years.
Praise you for your love and wisdom in doing this, arranging events, circumstances and pressures that will cause me to grow and give me opportunity to give you glory by acting in faith.
Sometimes I could get up and walk away from this pasture (out of a relationship, off a job, away from a neighbor) before you are done with the lessons you want me to learn and the lives you want me to touch.
But once you’ve made me lie down, such rebellion would only lead to loss and then you would again make me lie down in a similar situation until I have learned what is necessary. Praise you that you are firm, persistent and powerful in your shepherding, wisely bringing me to what I need.]
“in green pastures,”
[The places you choose to make your sheep lie down in are ones where we can graze and grow. There is spiritual food, there is full provision, and there is emotional nourishment. Praise you for your wisdom, that you know what is exactly right for each sheep and that you are persistent in providing it at that right moment.
We can trust you, no matter how brown the pasture may appear to us: an illness, a loss, a lingering depression, a difficult relationship, an unpleasant job. In your greater and more comprehensive understanding, you know it is a profitable place, providing us with the opportunity for growth, equipping and maturity.
Our green pasture is where each of us is now, the situation where, along with provision of beauty, comfort and our physical needs, there are pressures, stresses and challenges which push us onto our knees, into your Word, into your arms and through your lessons.
In these uncomfortable situations, you are giving us an understanding of our weakness, the opportunity to praise in distress, the chance to shed sin (complaining, gossip, selfishness and competition, to name a few) and to take up grace (forgiveness, kindness, service and love).
The harder it is, the greener the pasture. As it says in Romans 5:3,4, “…we also glory in our sufferings, BECAUSE WE KNOW that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.”
When we look at the larger view of what you are doing, we can gladly stay in the pasture you call green, until you tell us to move on. Help us to lie down where you lead us, so that we may join you in what you are doing: in us, through us and for us. May the sacrifice of praise permeate our lives so that we may be a sweet smell of grace and goodness to all around.

His Wonderful Presence

 
 
I am so thankful to wake up and find you waiting for me, Lord God. It is so good to be in your presence, in your hand, in your family, in your plan, in your love. Thank you that I am made to need you, to be weak in myself and strong in you.
 
You have designed me to fit snugly into your hand so you can use me in whatever way you decide, to bring glory to your name, to bring people to know you and to help believers to maturity. You are the One to be lifted up, exalted and glorified. Guide me in doing so each day, Lord.
 
I pray that you will be with those who are suffering today for your name’s sake; give them grace, wisdom and courage; help them to fear you, not people. Protect them from too much pressure; keep your hedge of angels around them.
 
Help them to respond with your grace by rejoicing in their persecutions as you taught in Matthew 5:11,12, “Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.”
 
I praise you, Lord, for your unwavering, gracious presence in our lives, unimpeded by anything that others can do to us. Praise you for the possibility of walking through each day in the freedom and light of your presence; help all your children to do that today.
 
Thank you for the day you have prepared for us, for the certain prospect of your guidance in all that will come. I praise you for your character, your care, your competence in all, for it is absolute, perfect, powerful and pervasive.
 
You, Lord God, are worthy of worship, of love, of obedience, of godly fear. Help me today to walk with you, following your lead, seeking your guidance at each step.
 
You are the One I want to honor by joining you in your work. Remind me to pray about all things, to be focused on what is on your heart rather than on my schedule. I praise you now for how you will answer.

Psalm 23:1

Psalm 23:1 “The LORD is my shepherd”
[Five short words that hold infinite grace. You, Lord God, the Holy, Pure and Triune Creator, utterly other than us, totally Just and the Punisher of sin–decisively and wholeheartedly chose to make yourself the Shepherd of rebels.
We are by nature the antithesis of you: finite, sinful, polluted through and through, nurturers of negatives, lovers of lusts. Yet you were willing to stoop down, to reach into this sin-soaked, iniquity-infused, evil-endowed world and make yourself Shepherd to your saved, yet selfish sheep.
We, in our old nature, deserve only condemnation, suffering, punishment, despair, hopelessness, meaninglessness and death–eternal banishment from your presence and all good.
But, in your magnanimous love and in your gracious goodness, you have offered to all and granted to those who respond, the right to become the children of God. And with that right, you have also granted us a whole host of privileges, at the top of which is, having you be our Shepherd.
A good shepherd is consistently and intimately involved in the lives of his sheep, aware of all that is happening, providing all that is needed for their health, protection and prospering. The sheep don’t choose their shepherd, the shepherd chooses his sheep. So have you, Lord Jesus, chosen us and are now our good Shepherd.
You have made a total commitment to our good: patiently and persistently prodding, providing and protecting us. You do this even though we daily grieve you with our rebellious love for sin, our stubborn selfishness and our unholy focus on things rather than relationships.
Because you are good, we can be sure, on a moment by moment basis, of your faithfulness, of your goodness, of your wisdom, of your grace, of your power at work in our lives–no matter what failure there may be on our part.
As the Psalmist Asaph, wrote, “When my heart was grieved and my spirit embittered, I was senseless and ignorant; I was a brute beast before you. YET I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will take me into glory” (Ps. 73:21-24). What great Love and Commitment on God’s part!
We praise you that you have chosen us to be your sheep, chosen to be our Shepherd, Lord Jesus. Help us to follow you faithfully, trusting your Truth, obeying your wisdom, submitting to your shepherding moment by moment, now, today and always.]

College Bound

My senior year of high school meant that decisions had to be made about college. Many of our relatives, including my parents and my older sister Andrea, had all gone to Blackburn College in Illinois where much of the tuition was paid through work on the campus. I, however, felt no pull in that direction.
 
“Here, Steve, look through these catalogues and see what you think of the schools,” the guidance counselor said. “None of them are state schools so they cost a little more, but they have high standards. This one, Gettysburg College, is very selective. You have to be in the top 5% of your class to even be considered—that wouldn’t be any problem for you since you have the 4th highest grade point in your class.”
 
I looked at the stack of catalogues and sighed. This business of choosing a college was overwhelming, but I took them home and leafed through some.
 
Nothing really grabbed my attention until I was setting the stack down. The Gettysburg catalogue was on top, and it suddenly struck me that the first letter of the college name was the same as that of my high school. And, the picture on the catalogue’s cover, a shot of the main room of the library, was somehow intriguing. I decided to apply.
 
The acceptance letter came sooner than I expected. My parents were content with my going to Gettysburg as it was a lot closer to Connecticut than Illinois and had high academic standards.
That summer Dad made a deal with me. I could use his tractors and equipment to do haying for the neighbors if I used the money I made to pay for college. Whatever I couldn’t cover, he would.
 
In those days the cost of college was less daunting than now– $2500 for a whole year, room and board included–so this was a realistic plan.
 
There was one other part of the deal: when I got out of college and began to work, I would help pay for the cost of my younger siblings’ college. Sounded good to me!
Chapter 6 Off To Pennsylvania
The six hour trip from Canterbury down to Gettysburg in the fall of 1964 was a somber one for my parents. I was the first one of their flock to go somewhere new.
 
They were, however impressed with the campus, although Mom was horrified at the dorm room I got. It was in “Old Dorm,” a structure built before the Civil War, and it looked like it had been through several wars.
 
I tried to assure her, “Don’t worry, Mom, this is great, much better than the sterile brick and tile places over there.” I waved my hand towards the neat brick buildings across the quad. Mom, however, was not convinced and later told me that she cried much of the night she and Dad spent in a motel on the way home.
 
Oblivious of my mother’s distress, that first evening I walked across campus to the dining hall, reading Lord of the Flies as I went. After supper all the freshmen were given their “beanie” caps and a sign with their name and home address to wear around their necks. I thought it was pretty childish and was embarrassed by this, but went with the flow.
 
Two days later when I walked into my first class I noticed that none of my classmates were wearing their beanie or sign.
“Where were you last night?” one of my new friends asked. “Don’t you know that all the freshmen had a bonfire and burned our signs and beanies?”
 
No, I didn’t know; like a good farm boy I’d gone to bed by 10 and slept through the whole thing. Actually I slept through a lot of foolishness that went on in my college years, by virtue of my farm training: early to bed and early to rise.
Gettysburg College was unusual in that the fraternities and sororities had their “rush,” recruiting new members, right at the beginning of the freshman year. This made adjustment to college life doubly difficult, adding more decisions to the many we already had to make.
 
I got an invitation from one fraternity and attended a couple of events, but decided that it was not for me. I had not come to college to be involved in foolish initiation rites, and to take part in the time-consuming and often degrading work given to the “pledges”.
 
I was there to put my time and energy into learning, so I chose to remain an “independent” for the next four years, a decision that left me an outsider and often lonely during the second semester of each year.
 
In the first semesters, however, I had a “family” in the cross-country team. I had joined up right away and found the level of competition a lot higher than what I’d experienced in high school. There I’d ended up coming in third in the whole high school county conference, but here I was dead last in the early meets!
 
The coach, however, encouraged me to keep trying, and I spent many golden afternoons running with my teammates across the battlefields of Gettysburg.
 
There were a number of meets at other schools, which meant that we runners got to skip classes, eat special meals in the cafeteria, and sometimes take road long trips where we had great times getting to know each other better. Each fall was a warm, positive time with my fellow runners, a time of belonging to something worthwhile.
 
Winter was another matter, as was Spring; without any group to belong to, I was again an outsider. These cyclical dark, lonely times slowly fed my growing depression.
 
 

First Love

A chance to nurture your first love for Jesus; from EDIFIED!
 
“I will extol the LORD with all my heart in the council of the upright and in the assembly. Great are the works of the LORD; they are pondered by all who delight in them.”
Psalm 111:1,2
 
Lord God, my Triune Elohim, praise be to you this morning, praise be to you forever. You are marvelous in your character, beautiful in your desires, lovely in your grace, and astounding in your wisdom. You deserve that I extol you, O LORD, with all my heart, for who and what you are. As it says in Psalm 111:2-9,
 
“Great are the works of the LORD
Glorious and majestic are his deeds,
and his righteousness endures forever.
He has caused his wonders to be remembered;
the LORD is gracious and compassionate.
He provides food for those who fear him;
he remembers his covenant forever.
He has shown his people the power of his works,
The works of his hands are faithful and just;
all his precepts are trustworthy.
They are steadfast forever and ever,
done in faithfulness and uprightness.
He provided redemption for his people;
he ordained his covenant forever—
holy and awesome is his name.”
 
What a list of greatness! You, O Lord Jesus, tower far above all creation; you are so perfect, so pure, so powerful, so pristine—you deserve eternal praise, daily obedience, moment-by-moment trust.
 
To live otherwise is an insult to your character, to your person, to your being. To see in Word and deed such a God as you, to know such a Lord as you, to walk with such a Savior as you—these are great, awesome, overwhelming, totally undeserved privileges.
 
Truly, “the fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom; all who follow his precepts have good understanding. To him belongs eternal praise” (Ps. 111:10).
 
Prayer: “May I fear you, follow your precepts and walk in good understanding so you may be glorified in my life today and for eternity. Amen.”

Psalm 22:29-30

Psalm 22:29 “All the rich of the earth will feast and worship; all who go down to the dust will kneel before him—those who cannot keep themselves alive.”
[No one can keep himself from dying, none of us can defeat old age. And no one can avoid the judgment: all human beings will come under before you, Lord. And all will bow their knee, whether willingly or not.
For when we enter into your magnificent, holy presence, the strength of your mighty power and majestic authority will force all to bow in submission to truth and the judgment to come.
But you offer us the privilege of bowing before you now in willing surrender, in belief, in faith, in submission to Truth. You bringsus into your presence through the blood of Christ, where we, as your children, can joyfully bow to your Kingship, O Triune God. And we do so willingly, wholeheartedly, in wonder and joy.]
Psalm 22:30 “Posterity will serve him;”
[There will always be an ongoing line of believers, sustained and guided by you, no matter what the era may be–just as there were in the Dark Ages, in the Middle ages, in the Enlightenment, in modern times, in postmodernism and now in the “me culture.” Man tries to go his own way, but there are always those who respond to your invitation to walk in your Way.]
Psalm 22:31 “future generations will be told about the Lord. They will proclaim his righteousness to a people yet unborn—for he has done it.”
[There will also always be a witness, there will always be propagation of the gospel. You, Lord, in your righteousness, truth and grace have done all, prepared all by sending out your Word in creation, in the work of the Spirit, in your written Word, in spoken witness, in dreams or visions if necessary.
You have everything ready and will bring all history to your desired end: the elimination of evil, the entrance of eternity, the enlightenment of all by your eternal character. Praise you for your greatness, your goodness, your glory that was, is, and is to come!
You alone are worthy of faith and obedience, of trust and praise, for you are wonderful, you are the only One to be worshiped. Help us to do so every day, all day!