Old Testament: Psalm 16, 17; PM Psalm 22 Isa. 3:8-15;
New Testament: 1 Thess. 4:1-12; Luke 20:41-21:4
The readings fell into two contemplations for me this morning; the first a moment of gratitude for the wellspring (an original and bountiful source of something) of faith my dear mother and father bestowed on me from birth. My childhood home was a pleasant place, my heritage god-ly, its necessary and temporary boundaries transcended by the Spirit so that as I moved on through life away from that pleasant place I found myself well-grounded and forever on His path.
Psalm 16: 6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
I have a goodly heritage.
Psalm 17: 5 My steps have held fast to your paths;
my feet have not slipped.
The New Testament readings jarred me with what to me read like a bad joke; a most ironic contrast between Jesus’ teaching in Luke and Paul’s lengthy (for the sake of appearance?) exhortation on how you should live. Both yet written by the Holy Spirit so I know there is something here for me to hear and know But with the lovely sentiment I was blessed with in the earlier readings, I choose to not conclude anything from the New Testament readings for application and instead let the mystery hover over me for the rest of the day.
Luke 20: 46‘Beware of the scribes… for the sake of appearance say long prayers.
1 Thessalonians 4: 1 Finally, brothers and sisters,* we ask and urge you in the Lord Jesus that, as you learned from us how you ought to live and to please God (as, in fact, you are doing), you should do so more and more. 2For you know what instructions we gave you through the Lord Jesus.