Walker Family Catechism questions in meditation?

" What is the chief end of man?"

"What is He ain't that he won't already is?"

The mystery of the trinitarian perception of God and how can it be encompassed in our finite language is amazing to me.  We are climbing Jacobs ladder and every round goes higher and higher.  Every generation grows upon the findings and excavations of the earlier generations.  It is always amazing to me that the more progressive we become, the lesser the spiritual hunger seems to be expressed. 

I catechised my children and this seems to have given them a sieve of faith in God's word that is sometimes baffling to me.  The catechism's that we employed included orthodox expressions of understanding God's Word boiled down to simple truths.  It is a way to look at your life in a prism of faith that can't be stolen from you.  When some "so-called" truth tries to parade itself into your soul, your youthful teachings guard your soul {to some extent}.

Why did God make us?  Isn't God good?  Amen and Amen!  He wants us to love Him and enjoy Him forever!  There is no real truth that flies in the face of God's truth.  You needn't be afraid of studying.  All truth belongs to God.  

Learning about God is the mine of life!  We could look at Him from every angle and never find an imperfection.  The translation of our Ebonic traditions have so much to instruct us about the infinity of God and His TriUnity.  How our forefather's embraced a language and lived in subservience and developed a way to talk to one another, uninterpretable by the Master and yet our own English I find phenomenal.  God has an eternal purpose in our slave history and our growth out of that position.  

God is high and exalted and yet condescends to the lowest estate.

The African History of being the most magnificent empire and the most diminished empire and yet used by God in our exaltation and in our debasement.  That is God's way of expressing His image in our history and it is to our benefit to rejoice in the glory of what God has done instead of complaining about the providences and the steepness of the climb and the swiftness of the slide.  We must trust His purposes in the personal and in the corporate cultural and the corporate national and the corporate church and the corporate age that we live in.   Where we are in time is where we are. 

Keep reading the book of revelation and pray for God's true purpose for the time God has appointed you for.  He will use you for His glory wherever you are.

Did Daniel perceive that his story would endure the times of history?   He was a very young man determined to live for God in a wicked world.   We live in a time that is infected with the Gospel along all lines and cultures but equally infected with deceptions.  Vigilance and study of God's word is the new Kosher.  Will you eat the king's philosophies?  Will you truly imbibe the deceptions as true? Daniel purposed in his heart.  

Will I guard my heart as diligently as I guard my tummy?  To us belongs confusion of face, but righteousness belongs to YOU!  I am confused.  I don't get it.  Only You own the righteousness.  I see Daniel looking around at the things that all the nations regard and seeing how off center it was compared to God's standard.   We have sinned and that is why we are here, but they are also confused who are our captors.  We are not here to emulate their standards but to represent God in the confusion that is around us.  Yes, we mess up, but there is forgiveness and straightening power in the God of the universe.  He doesn't just leave us to ourselves.  They have no standard.  They have accountability to lesser standards.  The kingdoms of the world will one day bow to Christ, but until that day...We pray for God's standard in our own lives because that is the only safety.

Your testimony is God's resume for you and for your children.  God has been faithful in pain and in joys.  Some answers to prayer we have seen and some things we await.  But HE IS!

Forty and Ravenous!

 Where is the Candlestick maker in Genesis 40?

 

 

 

The Butcher (butler) the Baker and the Candlestick maker, were a trio that we learned in nursery rhymes from my earliest remembrances.  This morning, I rise from a 3 day sick hibernation to embrace the Lord’s Prayer, We shall behold him in Thess 4 and The Baker’s Demise in Genesis 40, before the comforts of Psalm 23 and Proverbs 8 put a setting cast on my soul.  It is as though my soul was broken by this sickness.  Cough and cold, low grade fever, but nothing that seems to threaten the life, it seems.  Still, God providentially made me wait for the weekend to swim in this dear and well trodden meditation.  

 

I am often Joseph in my imaginations, because he was the believer in the story of the butcher and the baker.  Sometimes, I am the capricious Pharoah or the butler,  but never the baker…. I do bake and I was baking when I was reading this time.  My bread is healing and comfort to me.  Tested negative for Omicron, but it seems that I just as easily could have tested positive and had only 3 days to prepare my soul for eternity.

 

Not a fear of death, but a seasoned and consistent knowledge that preparations are in order, everytime we endure sickness and even in the best of times.   The Butler was the server of the wines to the Pharoah and the memory of the gladness that he often gave the despot was probably what gave him his reprieve.  We will never know.

 

The Baker’s bread though ever so tasty was not enough to save his body and yet perhaps repentance and faith were granted in the 3 days that he was afforded to make his peace with God and that was a greater healing through out eternity.

 

As if, one of the ravens, dastardly tasting of the flesh of this sad tale, lessons are most numerous.  

 

I.                God is not capricious like a Pharoah.  He doesn’t flip a coin, as it were to determine the fates of his servants.   My times are in His hands and He alone holds the time piece of my moments.

II.            All servants of God have something to minister unto him in worship and praise as well as service and prayer!

III.          Mene mene was later on the walls of a kingdom, who had forgotten the air that they breathe was lent to them.  You are weighed in the balance and found wanting.  We certainly don’t want that as an epitaph of our life, of our country of our earth time.  Globalists seem to forget this.  It is God’s earth and not ours.

IV.          Never Again, should we forget that ministering to god in worship and praise is highly a great use of the air that we breathe…

Starting letters to Melzar. Form September 24, 2021

 Daniel

 

 

I awoke and after prayer time.  There was devastating news in the Eunacy.  My dear old man was gone.  He had breathed his last and had been found that morning.  

 

I had no idea that it would hit me as hard as it did.  I went to the elder facility not fully cleansed or prepped for the day.  I had to catch the body before the embalmers.  I ran and ran and was out of breath when I got there.  They were wheeling the body and I caught them and fell, quite unconsciously over him in a grief that I hadn’t felt since we left Jerusalem some 30 years ago.

 

We had been like father and son all of these years and his debilitation was a blessing to me for it gave me reason to visit and talk to him semi regularly.  They were going to cremate him immediately as was his custom and religious perspective.  

 

I composed myself, before the other elders could see my debasement.  The ceiling and the floor seemed to close into me as I imagined the life that I would live without his sage advise to guide me through this vale of tears.  

 

 

Babylon had been home but treacherous for me these many years and Melzar has been a comfort to us.  I hope that we didn’t make his life miserable.  We did try to accommodate him and not cost him too much trouble for his superiors.  We had to ask him many questions and we were shut up to obey God in many matters.  It was Melzar who had to clear our convictions with the higher authorities.  We are grateful that he understood our dilemma.  We grew to be attached to him as sons and he grew to look out for us as there were many competing interests in Shushan that we became aware of through his kind and fatherly attentions.

 

I caught that last glimpse of his body and ran back to my room to continue my ordinary preparations for the day.  I told my scribe to make notes that letters must be sent to the friends to advise them of our great loss.  They were now presidents in other districts and would want to know of this tremendous loss to us.  

 

There wasn’t a time that they came to Shushan that we didn’t all trudge up to Melzars room and reminisce of the fears and trials that were our common past. How would we be able to do that now?  There is no safe place to air our convictions and concerns these days.  There is no other person in Shushan of the faculty or students who can bear the reality of how differing our views are from the views of the state.

 

I haven’t time to indulge myself in the sentimentalities that I believe the day deserves.  I gave specific instructions to my scribe to collect all of Melzars final belongings and bring them to me by the end of the day.  

 

I went off to my many meetings and classes to teach.  I had lesson plans made up that I could instruct by, because my mind was a blur with reminiscenses.  I went about my day with barely a foot stepping wrong.  Any sentimentality is frowned upon by the elders and there would be consequences for any unaccounted for relationships with people of other stations.  I am amazed that they continued to allow the relationship between myself and my compatriots; but we are part of a study to see if they can infiltrate our race with the Babylonian mythologies…. I am aware of their desire to see our faith defiled by the mystical and Thank God He is determined to protect our faith and we have seen that in spite of their constant attacks on our religious perspectives God has faithfully allowed us freedom to pray and to gather when we can and to worship in our singular God apart from the fray of spiritual sensoriousness that exists here.

 

I walked with intent from the instructional buildings to the governing buildings and then to the aviary.   We are encountering some problem with the care of the cranes that needed to be addressed.  And the dog training program was next on the schedule for the day.  I left the cranes and solved that problem with the scientists at the aviary and my scribe came to me sometime in the midafternoon before I was about to go into the dog shelter.

 

He was in tears.  There was so much that I wanted to get, he said out of breath.  Melzar had small statues of each of you and your friends, but his religion says that they must be burned with his body and I hadn’t gotten there before they were all burnt.  All that was left was this box with your name on it.

 

 

The box was burgundy and had my name engraved in gold on the top of it.  His religion allows a single beneficiary and I had been the one he had chosen.  What a privilege that with all of the students that Melzar had the responsibility to handle I was his beneficiary.  I instructed my scribe to take the box back to the house and I would look at it when I completed my rounds.

 

The sun was shining and very brightly and it was warm on my face as I sauntered in a leisurely way from building to building over the campus.  

 

The campus felt hollow, somehow without that  soaring presence who was the first  comfort for the brothers and myself.  How could he have left us?  I was comforted by the eternal presence and knowing that there is no great gift that wasn’t given by my dearest friend the God of the universe.  

 

I am still confused as to whether or not it was his lot to enter into faith.  All that I can say is that God almighty sent him to us and that I am assured that his heart and life were a gift to us and convinces me that God’s heart is broader and wider than I once thought. 

 

I walked across the courtyard and imagine the past where he guided us from place to place.  His hand, so black from the sun and his steps so solid and sure,  I could not be afraid when he was with us.  We walked together and he seemed to know all that there was to know about each of these buildings and all of the elders around us.  He taught us the ceremonial rules and clothing requirements.  He guided us not to put a foot wrong in the presence of “he who lives forever”.

 

Oh king, why are the restrictions thus, I often wonder.  One wrong foot can get you taken from the earth.  It wasn’t by accident that Melzar had lasted so long in the presence.  He knew the kingdom and what kept ones head on ones shoulders.  In the beginning I ran every request past him.   He helped me with phraseology, corrected offensive speech patterns and guided me into the position that I am in now.

 

He said the kingdom needs you Daniel.  Peace and safety is deep in your heart, he said to me one day.  This man needs a counselor with this in his heart.

 

We have had many a bloodbath because of someone with malice in his heart.  You are not like that and it would be my pleasure to see you “in the presence” with us.  He was determined and I am not sure I really wanted this as much as he did.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sun was shining and very brightly and it was warm on my face as I sauntered in a leisurely way from building to building over the campus.  

 

The campus felt hollow, somehow without that  soaring presence who was the first  comfort for the brothers and myself.  How could he have left us? I wonder...

Am I trusting in God's Shield or my own?

 Psalm 33:18  

Behold, the eye of the LORD is upon them that fear him, upon them that hope in his mercy;

In what ways do we hope in our own devices, and block the Lord’s eye from being upon us.  Is our shield the Lord or are we trusting in our own devices for our protection and our eternal stability.

I really believe that the Lord allows instability into our lives to shake our trusts from our own devices.  Are we trusting in the means of Grace or the Grace giver?  that is the question for my soul this morning.

Some false hopes and distractions from the trust in the Lord’s mercy:

self goodness

past successes

exposure to godly

mental accumen

emotional stability

etc.

For the Love of Pete! What is Daycare?

 what is a joyful mother of children?

Are we Glitching?

I am so sorry for the deterioration of our daycare from the times when we all received long and pondered observations from Ms. Peggy about the condition of the hearts of our children.  This is not a lamentation about the loss of a slave master who would give us interjections which have no application to the life in the fields.  I realize that it sounds thus.

Our education and our computerized streamlining isn’t giving us the time to guide our children in their characters and in their thought processes and this is being reflected in their outcomes.

Stuttering and lack of speech is a fear response. what the children eat and how much is relevant, but how they think and what they perceive and love is more telling.

He almost said the B word.  I don’t think this is an accident I think it an editorial.  what are we showing him.  The power of long and angry rants against children is the topic of our instruction all too often.  Ought not to be.  Lord Help!

Am I among the

New Believers and Seasoned Saints?

What a beautiful thing to see a newborn baby.  Life is new the soul looks fresh and new.

When I see depictions of Billy Graham, I see newborn souls and the opportunity to refresh, as it were the soul.  But that is just the beginning of the life.  Many have confessed Christ and not found a place to root his or her soul.   Is this sad?  Truly it is.  Denominations have found a way to knit families of souls together and cause them to grow in the admonition of the Lord.

When we enter into the great awakenings that God allows in our generations we embrace the goodness of God to renew us.  To cleanse us from our filthiness and to refresh us with the flood of mercy instead of  righteously judging us according to our sins, as they deserve.  We deserve the flood in every generation and yet, in every generation there are those who would codify our sins in legislation.   Justify the murder and wantonness that caused the flood of Noah.

We are tempting God to think that He won’t send the flood of fire, because there is a praying church among us.   Let the church be the church and pick up the pieces.  we have allowed them to continue so that we needn’t worry about our retribution as deserved.

There is personal responsibility for those who continue in legislating the murder of infants.  We are just as culpable as Hitler.   We think we will lasso all efforts and all laws to include the ignorant believers and knowledgable wanton into the same fate.  God is not ignorant. 

We are as the devil who would lift up and insurrection against the creator to his own peril.

They use words such as forgiveness to pigeonhole the duty of the church in such matters.  That word is inappropriate at best.   We are not the ones forgiving or not.

In this season of churchlessness of the liberals.  God is sifting.

The seasoned saint is quiet and watching for Jesus as for the morning.  This is the time that God sends judgment or deliverance.  We pray for deliverance, but we fear it is time for judgment.  

We can’t vaccinate against God’s eternal judgment.   Trust the Science and be swept into the can of the eternal fire of that fate!

Tha Lord's Prayer