A Call for Prayer for this Nation-Day Fourteen
Today, October 25, 2008, would have been the birthday of my adopted mother. I wish that she were here so that I could talk with her. On the other hand, I am glad that she is not physically here. Her heart would have been broken as she read and heard about the straying of this great country from the teachings of the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.
She never set foot on the mainland of America, but she was fiercely pro-American. When I lived with her, in the living room, she had an American Flag hanging from one wall, flanked on one side by a portrait of Dr. Martin Luther King, and on the other by a portrait of President Kennedy. These tangible testimonials to her love of America, did not come down from their appointed places until I removed them after her death.
I feel that I can safely rank myself as the second love of her life, just above her love for her adopted son and her biological family. The reason that I can make that claim is that she went around the little island where she and I were born, telling anyone who would listen, that I was her "heart." She always said that she fell in love with me when my father placed me in her arms, at ten months old, and asked her as a family friend, to take care of me. Take care of me she did. I still carry around her values in the suitcase of my mind.
As much as she loved family and friends and America, she reserved her greatest love for her God. She praised him in the kitchen, in the bathroom (that is not an exaggeration, I sometimes heard her!), as she climbed stairs, as she stepped into a car...in short...everywhere! In my youthful mind, I thought that she went overboard. I had not yet learned of the wisdom of her ways. I can now claim a smidgen of that wisdom. I am now praising God as I climb steps, as I get in my car, and whenever I feel like it! I have become my adopted mother.
In her honor, I am once again going to focus on praising God, instead of directly asking Him to save this nation from calamity, although I so want to throw myself on His mercy and cry out to Him for help. I will save that desperate cry for help, for another day. Please join me in making a "joyful noise," in praise of Our God.
Psalm 100
1 Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands.
2 Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing.
3 Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
4 Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
5 For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.
2 Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing.
3 Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
4 Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
5 For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.
Psalm 95:6-7
6 O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker.
7 For he is our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.
7 For he is our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.
Revelation 15:4
4 Who shall not fear thee, O Lord, and glorify thy name? for thou only art holy: for all nations shall come and worship before thee; for thy judgments are made manifest.
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