Dr. Seuss

What is it about Dr. Seuss?

Color, rhyme, and nonsense intrigued this 2-year-old on the lap of his 8-year-old cousin.

He wanted to know who is “Sam-I-Am”.

Well, he does not like green eggs and ham.

And He would not could not in a boat, a tree, a box, or a house.

Nor could he would he with a goat, fox, or mouse.

Until, he gave it a try.

Then. Welp.

He is not that same guy.

There are many elements that draw us into intrigue.

What if one’s not who we thought?

A time ago, people were demanding to know who Jesus was.  A lot had been going on.

Did He didn’t He in a boat?

Could He would He in a house?

Will He won’t He on a colt?

“Who do you say I am?”  Jesus asked.

There were those confused who mentioned prophets.

There were those convinced who said Messiah, the Son of the living God.

It was the Lord who said,

“I am the Alpha and Omega,

beginning and end.

I am the one who is,

who always was,

who’s still to come.

I am the Almighty One.”

If you want to know,

“I am who I am.”

Read: Malachi 3:6; Matthew 16:15; Exodus 3:14, Revelation 1:7-8 (NLT)

Remnant

My kids don’t want my stuff.

Here’s the thing.  I don’t want some of it either.

My aunt wanted to give me this child’s dresser.  My great-grandfather made it.  She and my mom had matching ones.  And, that made it special, for sure.  But, this special drawer is less than functional.  A bit of a tug and a bit of a pull will cause it to stick when it’s opened or closed.  It wobbles. The knobs are misfitted.  But reluctantly, I took it.  She was adamant that I keep it in the family.  And for a time, I felt the responsibility of that.

Years passed.  My aunt has long gone.   

The dresser has stayed.

Over the course of years and a moment of familial weakness, I shamefully added it to the stockpile of items being donated to Goodwill.  Everything, including the dresser, went out to the driveway for a scheduled pick up and with apprehension I left it and went off to work.  Upon returning,  no pick-up had occurred.  Boy, was I second-guessing the dresser.  But, denying my sensitivities, I called them back.  I confirmed another pickup day and time, left the stockpile on the driveway and went off to work.   When I returned this time, every last thing on the driveway had been picked up.

Except the dresser.

I knew what I had to do.  So, I lugged it back in.

I kept that dresser until years later when my daughter found its purpose in her daughter’s room.  She soon discovered the same exasperating drawers and lost personal interest.  She knew the story and made every effort for its restoration.  But, I got it back.

Through the cycle of rejections there were high hopes for restoration.

Way back when, God entrusted Moses with basically the first five books of the Bible. This responsibility was later entrusted to others for its safekeeping. It was suppose to be read so they would listen and learn. But, over time its significance became less and less and you know how “out of sight-out of mind” works.  After years and years, it was eventually found, then dusted off, and read to the people who had by then abandoned God.  The worship of little ‘g” gods was being restored back to big “G” God.

When Jesus came He said, “If you had believed Moses, you would have believed me because he wrote about me.  And since you don’t believe what he wrote, how will you believe what I say?”

It’s stuff they didn’t want.

But, a remnant always returned.

Read: Exodus 24, 2 Kings 22, John 5:46-47, Isaiah 10:21 (NLT)

Twelve Stones

I just can’t bring myself to pick it up. 

The image of this bike thrown aimlessly down is so nostalgic.  With or without a kickstand, it doesn’t matter, this is a standard bike placement.

What joy came from a bike like this when I was a kid.  A bike was everything.  It went out all day and laid prone in front of the house before supper at night.

Oh, the events and encounters in its metal history.  Without a doubt, someone would have caught a ride on the handlebar.  Someone would have stood to peddle giving their friend a lift with legs spread-eagle being toted on the bike seat.  There would have been a flared pant leg caught in its oily chain.  Possibly a playing card clothespinned to a spoke.  For sure, it would have been walked home with a flat tire. And likely, not a one of us have made it this far without having retold a story of a bike scar.

From days long gone, the Old Testament testifies about the placement of 12 stones that recalled nostalgic memories.

There were significant events and encounters the Israelites had in their history with God.  These 12 stones were laid to eternalize a memory of the good things He had done. More precisely they were to stand as a permanent memorial for the future when children asked about them.

That was a day of proof that the living God was undeniably among them at the Jordan River drying up the wet riverbed before their very eyes until all were safely across just as He did with water at the Red Sea.  It brings to mind the other times he used water to save. Moses in the reed basket and Noah in the ark are two.  He still does it with baptism.

These events and encounters mean everything.

They’re stories to uphold.

He did this so His powerful and mighty miracles would forever be retold.

Joshua 4

Mtoto

Oh, what beautiful discoveries our African treasure map took us on in August.  I imagine it might take a full lifetime to discover the gold mine this mtoto’s homeland has to offer.  There is life in abundance in Kisumu, Kenya.  I hope that is where she finds it.

Far too soon, other worlds will be opened up and for these things she might dream big. These shiny attractions will likely compete against the simplicity of the African nature and their basic acts of living day to day trusting God to give all that they need. But, the gifts I hope sweet mtoto grows to find will be discovered in the local church that God has chosen for her in this beautiful work of His on earth.

Our western world full of plentiful resources is more than their world might hope or imagine. But, imagine they do.  They likely can’t conceive the emptiness of abundance or the dangerous deluge of dead-end distractions.

African conditions can in fact be primitive, but it comes with a rewarding pace of life.  Their efforts to build a community that does not depend on resources outside of themselves serves them in the most beneficial way.  God makes available every resource they need and they understand from where these blessings flow.

They have a wholistic approach to living and it is to love God, disciple people and meet the needs of the community in which they live.  Active communal involvement is of great value and all that they do is birthed in prayer, nourished in prayer and sustained in prayer.  They are a witness to the truth that prayer is the greatest power available.

A unified chorus of song is sung.

“Let it be known that You are God.

Let it be known that You are able.

Let it be known all over the world.”

The Lord gives treasures hidden in the darkness - secret riches.  He will do this so every mtoto may know that He is Lord.

Asante.

Isaiah 45:3

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