“Be still.” What an oxymoron those words present in the culture we live in today. How do you be still, in a state of perpetual motion? Where do you go to be still and once there, how does one accomplish such a feat in a world that never slows down and is constantly humming the beat, “do more, do more?”
God spoke these words to us thousands of years ago because He obviously understood our penchant of busyness. We have provided for ourselves every kind of technology available to keep every part of our body busy, computers for our brains, Ipods for our ears, phones for our mouths and fingers and cars for our feet (so we don’t have to do the walking!) But I think it goes much deeper than what we’re actually doing—I believe it has to do with our “being”, a state of consciousness.
Psalm 46 is a short, 11 verse prose, penned by the psalmist; it’s power-packed with words of comfort and strength. He was obviously composing it during troubled times asserting to the reader, help in time of trouble, No Fear, waters roaring, mountains shaking, heathen raging and kingdoms moving! In the midst of all that, the writer tells us there is a river and the streams of that river make glad the city of God. He reminds us God is in the center of that city and it will not be moved. At the end of the psalm comes the command to, “Be Still” and know who is in control and command of these situations; life’s complexities, of finals and grades at year’s end.
I am reminded that no matter what situation I find myself in, finals, relationship issues, or world crises, that I need to STOP, wherever I am, and “BE STILL.” I need to drink from that river, spoken of in psalm 46; I need to remember that it’s in utilizing that river that I will be glad and will have peace. God’s command to “Be still” brings my soul back into balance, back to where it should be, resting in Him.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
final blog
Around a cheap, rectangular, pressed wood table in a tall dreary office building; five miserable individuals began yet another day, of dismal office meetings. At the head of the dirty, coffee-stained table, the embodiment of all evil sat, the pointy-haired boss!
Around him drooped the sad figures of, Dilbert, pink-headed man, Mr. bald-but-I don’t-know-it, and the newly hired accountant, Bob.
With an evil grin filled with malice the pointy-haired boss gazed at the newly hired accountant and asked for the estimates of the monthly budget. The newly hired accountant looked white as a sheet, “Whaatt”, he stammered, “I, I, forgot to total the cost estimates.” As the newly hired accountant was sweating in his seat, Dilbert and the others stared passively into space.
Suddenly Bob, with white, knuckled hands gripped the table and screamed, “gaaaa!!!! You’re going to fire me; I’m the next casualty of the frail economy.” Meanwhile, Dilbert and the others continued to stare off into space seemingly oblivious to the terror swirling around them.
Instantly, as if awakened from a trance the pointy haired boss stated, “Maybe we could finish this by e-mail.” At this, Bob leaped from his chair and started marching around the room waving his hands in nonsensical sign language. All the while he kept repeating, “Must improve Street mime skills!!!” Despite this, the others including Dilbert, continued staring at the dirty coffee stained table.
This is from the dilbert comic on Monday April 20th
Around him drooped the sad figures of, Dilbert, pink-headed man, Mr. bald-but-I don’t-know-it, and the newly hired accountant, Bob.
With an evil grin filled with malice the pointy-haired boss gazed at the newly hired accountant and asked for the estimates of the monthly budget. The newly hired accountant looked white as a sheet, “Whaatt”, he stammered, “I, I, forgot to total the cost estimates.” As the newly hired accountant was sweating in his seat, Dilbert and the others stared passively into space.
Suddenly Bob, with white, knuckled hands gripped the table and screamed, “gaaaa!!!! You’re going to fire me; I’m the next casualty of the frail economy.” Meanwhile, Dilbert and the others continued to stare off into space seemingly oblivious to the terror swirling around them.
Instantly, as if awakened from a trance the pointy haired boss stated, “Maybe we could finish this by e-mail.” At this, Bob leaped from his chair and started marching around the room waving his hands in nonsensical sign language. All the while he kept repeating, “Must improve Street mime skills!!!” Despite this, the others including Dilbert, continued staring at the dirty coffee stained table.
This is from the dilbert comic on Monday April 20th
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