90% chance of rain today, it is
90 percenting right now. Sun does peak
out for a moment and then ducks behind a cloud.
Speaking of clouds, the other
day we looked out our window to see if we could see Mt. Hood – the sky was
clears EXCEPT for a cloud that looked like a funnel over the mountain,
completely covering it. It looked like a
snow cone.
Isaiah
40:31 But they that wait upon the Lord
shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall
run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not
faint.
Sometimes I wake up and say,
Lord what can we get done today? Other
times I say, Lord what can I possibly get done today?
In the past few years I have to
admit I have asked the second question more than the first.
That is when I need to spend
some serious quiet time with God.
Today everything is hurry, hurry
we have to get it done, now. It is so
much worse than I experienced when I was working.
We have instant communications
so when someone sends a text or e-mail or whatever they expect an immediate
response.
Most of us are connected with an
internet and it never leaves us. We
depend on it and others depend on the fact we depend on it.
While there are some positive to
our modern communications, it is also a detriment to our good health – mental
and physical.
Sailors crossed oceans and were
gone for years at a time without any contact with loved ones or friends. It was understood.
When the pioneers came out west
they knew that they would seldom, if ever, see their families back home again
and that it would take months for a letter to reach them.
When the Pony Express was formed
and letters could be dispatched across the country within a few days, everyone
hailed it as being great, we could now know things in a matter of days that used
to take months to find out.
Then the Stage coaches were able
to carry mail cheaper and more of it – then the telegraphs gave ‘instant’
communications where a person could hear of something happening across the
country within hours of it happening – and soon across the Atlantic Ocean.
Then telephones came into being
– not only could we reach a person quickly, but we could actually talk with
them.
Party lines became the
entertainment for many kids in my generation.
We would hear the phone ring – neighbor had 2 distinct rings, we had
three, someone else one and so forth. I
remember 5 people on the same line we were on.
You could pick up the phone and
listen in on their conversations – Federal Government had nothing we didn’t have
– although limited. More than once I was
caught – ‘one of those Labrousse kids’ is listening – never did figure out how
they knew.
When you did talk on the phone
you were careful what you said, never knew who might be listening in.
A friend of mine was telling how
several neighbors got together at a dinner.
The phone rang, the caller tried a couple of times, it was for the
neighbor down the road. That neighbor
was at the dinner and commented that they didn’t understand why the person kept
calling, there was no one home. (For you
youngsters, the neighbor could have picked up the phone where they were – they
were on the SAME line.
In the 80’s fax machines started
being the ‘requirement’ of businesses – and government soon followed.
Our county had one fax machine,
in one office. It was located in the
Emergency Manager’s office in a building several blocks away AND he was only
there a few hours each week. We could
use the fax, but it was limited access.
The courthouse staff decided we
needed one where we could have more ready access. So we went to the County Commissioners to see
if they would purchase one - using contingency money – money that was in the
general fund set aside for exigent circumstances.
One of our sergeants had done
some research. We came up with two
kinds. The least expensive was about
$1000, however, it didn’t meet all our needs.
The other was about $8000 and would give us clear and quicker faxes, we
could actually send fingerprints over it to either the state or federal agencies
and they would have a copy they could analyze.
(We sometimes had inmates with false names given so they could avoid
being charged with warrants, etc.)
Several of us meant with the
Commissioners and gave them our request – recommending the second machine.
Bill, our County Judge/Chairman
of the Board asked why we needed it, one of the department heads said, we are in
the world of ‘instant communications, now’ and people expect answers right
away. He shook his head and said, ‘You
know it used to take a letter a week to get to its destination.’
We got the machine, but only
after several of us took a few dollars out of our budgets to pay for it.
Then of course e-mails, now
texts, who knows what it will be next week.
No one has time for themselves
anymore. They are always connected and
there is always something demanding their time.
But what is even worse is that
we have allowed all that ‘noise’ to interfere with our time with God. We have to schedule time with Him – it is
like saying, “Lord, I have a couple minutes on Friday at 0800 I can meet with
you.”
We do need to schedule time with
Him not for His sake, but for ours. We
need to set aside time each day where we can take the time to meet with Him in
prayer and meditation.
We need time to listen to Him,
to take to heart what He is saying to us, to digest that and to find out what He
wants US to do – not just telling Him what we want HIM to do.
When we take that time, we find
that our heart sings again and our soul is lifted up. The problems we face may not go away, but we
find the strength, stamina and often the wisdom to deal with them.
There is nothing wrong with
going down the street and praising God for all He has done for us, in a passing
moment. There is nothing wrong with
asking His guidance on something that has to be done right now and we have but a
minute or two to do it.
But that time cannot replace a
quiet time with Him, where distractions are at a minimum and we prepare
ourselves to handle whatever may come about – then those quick prayers will have
more meaning and impact.
Later, Art :-)
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