And on the Sabbath day we went outside the gate to the riverside, where we supposed there was a place of prayer, and we sat down and spoke to the women who had come together. A woman named Lydia, from the city of Thyatira, a seller of purple fabrics, a worshiper of God, was listening; and the Lord opened her heart to respond to the things spoken by Paul. And when she and her household had been baptized, she urged us, saying, “If you have judged me to be faithful to the Lord, come into my house and stay.” And she prevailed upon us. Acts 16:13-15
I love the imagery of this verse……I like to think of Paul and Timothy and that group of women praying by the river. And Lydia, a well to do successful business woman, who was receiving those words into her heart. I think of how the Holy Spirit forbade Paul and Timothy to go all those other places but that He sent them there, to Macedonia. And that He chose a woman, Lydia, to be the first convert in Europe.
This morning as my fingers fly over the keyboards…….I pause every now and again to meditate and let my words fall where they may.
Pandora is playing Holy, Holy, Holy by David Nevue in the background. And it is Holy here in this place.
In my quiet place today, I read of where Elijah was taken up to Heaven in the Chariots of Fire, and Elisha, the farmer who took his place performing miracles, healing the Shunammite woman’s son. The son she never thought she would have. She was a wealthy woman too, and offered Elijah food whenever he passed by there. She even went to far as to fix him up a little guest room.
Can you imagine fixing up a guest room for Elijah??
We are rich, my friends. We have all these people, these heroes of the faith. They are all our relatives. These are our heritage, our Heavenly family. And someday in the future, we will all sit by the River of Life basking in the glow of the Lamb, looking forward to a future we could scarcely imagine while here on earth.
I leave you to your own meditation now…………and wherever your feet may take you today, I hope you take your Sabbath rest along with you. Thank God for the week you just passed through, knowing those burdens are behind you. Breathe deep, take in the Peace that passes understanding. We rest in Grace my friends.
I leave you with this little poem by Hafiz, which I just discovered in my travels along the internet.
Once a young woman said to me, “Hafiz, what
is the sign of someone who knows God?”
I became very quiet, and looked deep into her
eyes, then replied
“My dear, they have dropped the knife. Someone
who knows God has dropped the cruel knife
that most so often use upon their tender self
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I love the ending of dropping the cruel knife. Thanks
Sweet sister. I really liked this. I was there with you. I was there with Lydia. In the end I was there seeing the bloody knife fall at their feet no longer needed for the battle is the Lord’s. I wrote something in April on the Sabbath you might enjoy, I called is: Is It Sufficient for Today? Enjoy http://www.chrismalkemes.com/homeblog/is-it-sufficient-for-today
Chris…..thank you so much! I am going to check out your post!