I have passed out of mind like one who is dead; I have become like a broken vessel. For I hear the whispering of many— terror all around!— as they scheme together against me, as they plot to take my life. But I trust in you, O Lord; I say, “You are my God.”
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It is a mental game I play now while listening to the political candidates and their spokespeople. I listen for the pivot. It always happens. They field a question like catching a pass on the basketball court, but it is rarely the question they want to answer and so they pivot and toss out the statement they really want to make. The psalmist pivots. Did you hear it? This pivot doesn't happen because of wanting to play a game of words. This pivot happens because of a relationship. The words foretell the story of a savior who will not like what the world will throw at him and he pivots.... not away from his task but toward his God. That is the game in which the stakes are as high as they get. The victory is won. We still do not like what the world throws at us but now we have a choice to pivot toward God.
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Lord, we pray for the people of Brussels and we trust you to work through us to do the things that make for peace. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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