It is a cold, cold day here in Wisconsin. My coffee today is a hot cup of Door County Jingle Bell Java.
I want to take a moment and pause to remember December 7th 1941. This was the day that the United States was attacked at Pearl Harbor and brought America into World War Two. Many if not most of those brave men and women who served on now gone. But we must and will take this moment to say "Thank You".
Isaiah 30:20-21
20 Although the Lord gives you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, your teachers will be hidden no more; with your own eyes you will see them. 21 Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.” 22
An orchestra in order play to perfection has to practice and be in sync with all the different musicians and movements of the music written for them. The orchestra conductor leads the production with a wave of his hand or baton. Now musicians can all be good and some have more experience than others. But they must be directed on time and must cooperate or what they would end up with would sound like 50 different radio stations at one time. I'll bet that our lives often seem like that. 50 different things trying to pull us 50 different ways. Timing is always off.
The same is with a bird dog and hunting. Many of you know that I have been training my Puppy Gibbs to hunt. He still has a way to go. But yesterday we guided for a charity bird hunt. The little guy who is now sleeping at my feet as this is written was ready to go. He hit the brush on command and proceeded to hunt. From time to time he was encouraged to go on, and at times directed by my whistle to go right or left. Now a dog does hunt with his nose and that is to be trusted. But if the dog gets hot on to a bird and goes ahead too quickly the hunters will be too far away and will not get a shot when the bird flushes. Timing is every thing. Yesterday went very well and Gibbs performed a great orchestra of field work. His one mistake cost him some pain. I had concluded that the hunt was over and told him to walk by my side. He still wanted to hunt and as we walked he scented a pheasant in the wind and broke from my side and before he responded to the whistle to stop he was in a mess of briers and burrs that proved to be painful when removed later. Poor little dude is still sore today. It was a great hunt and we have the birds to prove it. But is had one flaw that I don't think Gibbs will forget.
That happens to us also. We respond to the world too quickly before listening for God and we get "burred up". God desires to direct our life's orchestra and will give us direction. But we need to listen and obey the conductors signals. Life is hard enough without charging ahead into trouble when the Leader is saying stop. Listen, Listen, Listen. Be in prayer and be in God's Word. The obey the whistle,
Have a merry day.
Marty
No comments:
Post a Comment