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By Terry R A Eissfeldt
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He struggled out of bed and headed for the living room. Living…room…he was desperate for the land of the living.
Ploddingly, one bare foot after the other, he crossed the cold wood floor and flopped into a deep leather recliner. He wrapped the wool throw around his slumped shoulders and stared out the large picture window into the black night.
Although no light shone, and impenetrable fog covered moonshine, Jeremy visualized the well-known panorama. He faced due east. From his hill top cabin a valley stretched out abutting against a wide river mouth. The river broke into rivulets, like fingers from a bony hand, before emptying it’s riches into the Pacific Ocean.
Here he waited. Here he prayed. Here he wrestled.
“All the rivers flow into the sea, yet the sea is not full…all things are wearisome,” a familiar voice whined.
Jeremy reached into the recesses of his mind. He opened his mouth. A parched whisper broke the clotted air encircling him.
“There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy dwelling places of the Most High.”
“Who do you think you are?” The oldest accusation tried to claw a hold into Jeremy’s mind. “There is NO deliverance for you in God!”
A bitter chill vibrated through Jeremy’s veins. He threw open clutched fists and raised shaking hands to the sky.
“Heed the sound of my cry for help, my King and my God!”
The invocation rang out shattering the atmosphere of gloom, reverberating off the large window like a resounding cymbal. Jeremy quickly snatched a breath. The Spirit stirred in the very depths of his soul.
Renewed in his mind he confidently declared, “I am a new creation, the temple of God, a holy priesthood, God’s own possession, His son!”
Black faded to navy. Navy to deepest grey. The first streak of light broke over the horizon. Jeremy drew in a long, slow, cleansing breath.
“The enemy may have persecuted my soul, trying to crush my life to the ground and force me to dwell in dark places, but I hear Your lovingkindness in the morning. I trust You. To You do I lift up my soul.”
Bands of colour painted hope as they raced across the clouded sky. Jeremy absorbed the wonder of another sunrise. As day began to dawn his face shone from within washing away lines of anguish.
The Spirit enveloped him, body and soul. Peace settled.
“You are my son, a holy priest. I abide within your temple. I am the same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead. Tell Me, if you could break My covenant with the day and My covenant with the night, so that day and night will not be at their appointed time, then My covenant may also be broken with David My servant so that he will not have a son to reign on his throne and with the Levitical priests, My ministers. Can you? Or can your enemy do such a thing?”
Jeremy closed his eyes. The warmth of the new day kissed his knees and slowly climbed to his face as the sun arced in its set course. He sat quiet, still, like a satisfied child on the knee of his mother.
“Surely my soul remembers and is bowed within me. This I recall to my mind, therefore I have hope. The Lord’s loving kindnesses indeed never cease, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning: great is Your faithfulness.”
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Scriptures used: Ecc 1:7-8, Ps 46:4, Ps 5:2, Ps 143:3, Jer 33:20-21, Lam 3:20-23
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