Even the hairs of your head have all been counted. So do not be afraid; you are worth much more than many sparrows! (Luke 12:2)
There is a “joke” that, as we grow older, there is not as many hairs on our head to count. This misses the point, of course. The metaphor of the hairs on my head refers to the countless ways that God is watching over me.
Likewise, the metaphor of the sparrows refers to the way God can oversee and supervise the smallest detail in my life. If he is conscious of little birds like sparrows, he is surely aware of me.
To sum up the sermon emphasis, it was “sheep and shepherds.” The Gospel reading was from John 10:11-18, about the Good Shepherd, Jesus, as a metaphor (actually a metonymy—a figure of speech such that the name of one thing stand for that of another) of the shepherd being equated with himself. In a direct quote, Jesus said “I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd knows his sheep (10:16) and will lay down his life for the sheep” (10:11). And in Psalm 23:1 we read “The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing….”
That was the command Mike, our Dr son-in-law, gave the ambulance dispatcher on the morning of April 4th. Joice had fallen during the night and Mike, after arising and reading an email from me, arrived early in the morning to help us. It isn’t a funny story, but it is one worth telling.
January 8, 1950
It was on that date—January 8, 1950—I first understood the invitation inherent in John 1: 12: “to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God.”
On that Sunday evening at the Reyburn Bible Protestant church, the pastor—Parker Gamwell—had given an invitation for those who wanted to “accept Christ” to come to the front of the church. Although it was a small church and not many people were there, it was one of the hardest things I ever did.
In case you haven’t been to your mailbox with a wheelbarrow lately, you may not have brought in all the letters that are soliciting money in their “year end drive.”
If you have been to your mailbox, you will know what I am talking about.
We have been inundated with requests for our capital—that is, not just money, but stocks, bonds, annuities, and blood.
It started back in September, about the time new cars are offered at “ridiculous low prices” and has continued unabated since. We have given some money to at least one of the solicitors, who then sold our name—along with countless others—to similar beseeching agencies.