Monday, June 25, 2007

…THY ROD AND THY STAFF
THEY COMFORT ME

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!





Shepherds are known to carry Moses-like rods when wandering the earth in search for flourished grasslands for their sheep. Like we all know, there are times of great abundance, and there are times of great scarcity. A man that has trudged the sands of time and have faced and fought the insurmountable Goliaths will slowly have the memories of his great feats slip into oblivion when in the round of great plenty and a seemingly, lasting peace.

Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me…

Sometimes the experiences we have within our grasp soothe in us reservoirs of unequalled wisdom and undeniable folly. The former, when there isn’t anything new under the sun because you probably have faced such a challenge or have an idea how to deal with any rising circumstance due to previous exploits. The latter, when the characteristic pomposity that accompanies greatness nourishes self-aggrandizement and slowly, the little wisdoms of a child are no longer championed by you.

Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me…

It’s times like these that a heavy rod laid on the back is in order; times when a king’s guiding staff, from you, must not sunder. Verity bespeaks that the rod be not spared, and the staff must be heard. Since obedience is better than sacrifice, the rod must disobedience, sacrifice. When obedience brings forth abundance, the staff must be your only guidance.

So, if you need Christ’s rod to strike when you find on your lips murmurs and grumbles, then you need to pray this prayer with me. If you need His staff, the Holy Spirit, to guide when you find on you mind arrogance, self-deceit and blasphemy, then this proverbial words you must see.

“Remove from me vanity and lies: give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me: Lest I be full, and deny thee, and say, Who is the Lord? Or lest I be poor, and steal, and take the name of my God in vain.”

I now adjure you to come out of your folly and see-
Come, come, and from your acquired wisdom flee,
And maybe then you’ll be able to honestly say with me -
Father, “Thy rod and staff, they comfort me.”

The prisoner of Christ