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  • Steve Hall
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NOTES FROM THE VALLEY - June2, 2000 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear
    Message 1 of 1 , May 31, 2000
      NOTES FROM THE VALLEY - June2, 2000

      "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
      death, I will fear no evil for you are with me." Psalm 23.


      I've talked to you in the past about how God can and will use any
      method available to get a message through to us. It can be as subtle
      as a whispered word in your ear or as spectacular as a rainbow
      painted across the sky. The method usually depends upon us - upon
      where our focus is and how open we are to hear from Him. But
      Atheist, Buddhist or Believer - He never stops trying to communicate
      with us. In fact, I'm convinced that anyone who says God doesn't
      talk with them - just isn't listening.

      Recently, God used a number of sources (friends, Cathy, a sermon, and
      some audio tapes) to talk with me about "commitment"
      and "compassion." Now, I know some of you look at God as some
      distant and very strict disciplinarian, who sits on His throne
      issuing a lot of orders about things we must do and handing out
      punishments for those who don't. And you're probably figuring God
      talked with me about being more "committed" to Him and
      more "compassionate" towards others - or else! I'll admit that such
      a talk would not be misplaced, but if that's what you're thinking -
      you're wrong on both counts. And that's the revelation in His
      message this week. The focus on "commitment" and "compassion" wasn't
      the disciplinarian pointing His finger at us, but God, the loving and
      caring Father, pointing His finger at Himself - revealing Himself to
      us. Consider the following:

      From the very beginning, when Adam and Eve were lost as the
      consequence of their sin, God committed Himself to their recovery. I
      know many of you think God "went off" on Adam and Eve for what they
      did that day, but you really need to read the Bible's account more
      carefully. God "went off" on the serpent, punishing him for his
      deception and then issuing him a promise of the final defeat that was
      yet to come. Then God turned to His children in compassion and told
      them the heavy price they were going to have to pay for their sin.
      Separation from Him and from the Garden. The loss of their God given
      birth right, dominion over the earth and all that dwelt within it.
      Their lives now subject to the devil as he exercised the power of
      that birth right he stole from them by his deception. The earth now
      filled with sin, sickness and death. God prepared His children to
      face the harsh world they had to enter. He counseled and clothed
      them. Then He had to let them go.

      When I read Genesis, Chapter 3, I never see God raging at Adam and
      Eve. I see a heartbroken Father saying good-bye to His children.
      They violated the law. The price of that violation had to be paid.
      They had to pay it. But ringing in their ears as they left the
      garden - echoing off all the corners of the universe - was His
      promise of the "Seed." You've got to remember that Adam and Eve
      lived and worked in a garden. A "seed" had definite meaning to
      them. A "seed" is a beginning, the foundation and promise of a new,
      life giving harvest. And from that moment on, through thousands of
      years of recorded history, the entire Old Testament, everything bears
      witness to God's steadfast commitment to that promise and His
      unconditional love for His children. Each page, each prophet pointed
      the way to the coming of the "seed." And the devil was powerless to
      stop it.

      In the Book of Revelation, Jesus tells us that He destroyed the gates
      to Hell and has the keys. Those gates symbolized the barrier that
      was placed between God and His children for thousands of years as the
      result of man's sin. And thanks to Jesus, the "seed," that barrier
      was finally removed one Sunday roughly two thousand years ago. The
      God I know as Father could only have one response to that long
      awaited moment. He spread His arms open wide and embraced His Son
      and His long lost children - welcoming them back home. And the
      universe was rocked by the celebration of their family reunion.

      Commitment and compassion. God eternally committed. God eternally
      compassionate. We've all heard and read the words in John 3:16
      hundreds, maybe even thousands of times before. "For God so loved
      the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in
      him shall not perish but have eternal life." Maybe we've heard it so
      much we've begun to take it for granted. Maybe things are getting so
      bad in this world God thought we could use a reminder. A reminder
      about who He is; His commitment to us; His love for us. He had
      reasons for the words He spoke to His children in the Garden of
      Eden. He has reasons for the words He's speaking to you and me, His
      children, now.

      According to an old legend, a man became lost in his travels and
      wandered into a bed of quicksand. Confucius saw the man's
      predicament and said, "It is evident that men should stay out of
      places such as this." Next, Buddha observed the situation and
      said, "Let that man's plight be a lesson to the rest of the world."
      Then Muhammad came by and said to the sinking man, "Alas, it is the
      will of God."

      Finally, Jesus appeared. "Take my hand," he said, "and I will save

      There is another promise yet to be fulfilled. Jesus is coming again -
      for us! The Savior's hand. The Father's arms. A family reunion.
      His love. His promise. Our future.

      I remain your brother and His not so patient servant,

      Steve Hall


      Bob Weber, past president of Kiwanis International, told this story.
      He had spoken to a club in a small town and was spending the night
      with a farmer on the outskirts of the community. He had just relaxed
      on the front porch when a newsboy delivered the evening paper. The
      boy noted the sign Puppies for Sale. The boy got off his bike and
      said to the farmer, "How much do you want for the pups, mister?"

      "Twenty-five dollars, son."

      The boy's face dropped. "Well, sir, could I at least see them

      The farmer whistled, and in a moment the mother dog came bounding
      around the corner of the house tagged by four of the cute puppies,
      wagging their tails and yipping happily. At last, another pup came
      straggling around the house, dragging one hind leg.

      "What's the matter with that puppy, mister?" the boy asked.

      "Well, Son, that puppy is crippled. We took her to the vet and the
      doctor took an X ray. The pup doesn't have a hip joint and that leg
      will never be right."

      To the amazement of both men, the boy dropped the bike, reached for
      his collection bag and took out a fifty-cent piece. "Please, mister,"
      the boy pleaded, "I want to buy that pup. I'll pay you fifty cents
      every week until the twenty-five dollars is paid. Honest I will,

      The farmer replied, "But, Son, you don't seem to understand. That pup
      will never, never be able to run or jump. That pup is going to be a
      cripple forever. Why in the world would you want such a useless pup
      as that?"

      The boy paused for a moment, then reached down and pulled up his pant
      leg, exposing that all too familiar iron brace and leather knee-strap
      holding a poor twisted leg. The boy answered, "Mister, that pup is
      going to need someone who understands him to help him in life!"

      Crippled and disfigured by sin, the risen, living Christ has given us
      hope. He understands us--our temptations, our discouragements, and
      even our thoughts concerning death. By His resurrection we have help
      in this life and hope for the life to come.

      Justice - When you get what you deserve.

      Mercy - When you don't get what you deserve.

      Grace - When you get what you don't deserve.

      (Author Phillip Yancy - What's So Amazing About Grace?)

      Bill Moyers' documentary film on the hymn "Amazing Grace" includes a
      scene filmed in Wembley Stadium in London. Various musical groups,
      mostly rock bands, had gathered together in celebration of the
      changes in South Africa, and for some reason the promoters scheduled
      an opera singer, Jessye Norman, as the closing act. The film cuts
      back and forth between scenes of the unruly crowd in the stadium and
      Jessye Norman being interviewed. For twelve hours groups like
      Guns 'n Roses have blasted the crowd through banks of speakers,
      riling up fans already high on booze and dope. The crowd yells for
      more curtain calls, and the rock groups oblige. Meanwhile, Jessye
      Norman sits in her dressing room discussing "Amazing Grace" with

      Finally, the time comes for her to sing. A single circle of light
      follows Norman, a majestic African-American woman wearing a flowing
      African dashiki, as she strolls on stage. No backup band, no musical
      instruments, just Jessye. The crowd stirs, restless. Few recognize
      the opera diva. A voice yells for more Guns 'n Roses. Others take
      up the cry. The scene is getting ugly. Alone, a cappella, Jessye
      Norman begins to sing, very slowly:

      Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
      That saved a wretch like me!
      I once was lost but now am found --
      Was blind, but now I see.

      A remarkable thing happens in Wembley Stadium that night. Seventy-
      thousand raucous fans fall silent before her aria of grace. By the
      time Norman reaches the second verse, "'Twas grace that taught my
      heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved...," the soprano has the
      crowd in her hands. By the time she reaches the third verse, "'Tis
      grace has brought me safe this far, And grace will lead me home,"
      several thousand fans are singing along, digging far back in nearly
      lost memories for words they heard long ago.

      When we've been there ten thousand years,
      Bright shining as the sun
      We've no less days to sing God's praise
      Than when we first begun.

      Jessye Norman later confessed she had no idea what power descended on
      Wembley Stadium that night. I think I know. The world thirsts for
      grace. When grace descends, the world falls silent before it.

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      Not long ago I heard a story about a young man and an old preacher.
      The young man had lost his job and didn't know which way to turn. So
      he went to see the old preacher. Pacing about the preacher's study,
      the young man ranted about his problem. Finally he clenched his fist
      and shouted, "I've begged God to say something to help me, preacher,
      why doesn't God answer?"

      The old preacher, who sat across the room, spoke something in reply,
      something so hushed it was indistinguishable. The young man stepped
      across the room. "What did you say?" he asked.

      The preacher repeated himself, but again in a tone as soft as a
      whisper. So the young man moved closer until he was leaning on the
      preacher's chair. "Sorry," he said. "I still didn't hear you."

      With their heads bent together, the old preacher spoke once
      more. "God sometimes whispers," he said, "So we will move closer to
      hear him." This time the young man heard and he understood.

      We all want God's voice to thunder through the air with the answer to
      our problem. But God's is the still, small voice. . . the gentle
      whisper. Perhaps there's a reason. Nothing draws human focus quite
      like a whisper. God's whisper means I must stop my ranting and move
      close to Him, until my head is bent together with His. And then, as I
      listen, I will find my answer. Better still, I find myself closer to
      God. And there is no better place to be .......Amen?

      (Contributed by Casey of HeartStrings - Author Unknown )

      A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had
      shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The
      young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to
      people?" After service he went out with some friends for coffee and
      pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked
      about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten
      o'clock when the young man started driving home. He began to
      pray, "God . . . If you still speak to people speak to me. I will
      listen. I will do my best to obey."

      As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest
      thought, stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said
      out loud, "God is that you?" He didn't get a reply and started on
      toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk. The young
      man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of
      God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli. "Okay, God, in case that is
      you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of
      obedience. He could always use the milk.

      He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward
      home. As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn
      down that street." This is crazy he thought and drove on past the
      intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh
      Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down
      Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will."

      He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should
      stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi-
      commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst
      of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the
      houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. Again, he
      sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house
      across the street."

      The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the
      people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to
      open the door and then sat back in the car seat. "Lord, this is
      insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going
      to be mad and I will look stupid." Again, he felt like he should go
      and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this
      is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you
      want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I
      guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right
      away, I am out of here."

      He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some
      noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you
      want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away. The
      man was standing there in his jeans and t-shirt. He looked like he
      just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't
      seem to happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. "What
      is it?"

      The young man thrust out the gallon of milk,"Here, I brought this to
      you." The man took the milk and rushed down a hall way speaking
      loudly in Spanish. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the
      milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby.
      The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. The
      man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had
      some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any
      milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how
      to get some milk." His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him
      to send an Angel with some.. Are you an Angel?"

      The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he
      had on him and put it in the man's hand. He turned and walked back
      toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew
      that God still answers prayers (and talks with His children).


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      Your love, God, is my song, and I'll sing it! I'm forever telling
      everyone how faithful you are. I'll never quit telling the story of
      your love - how you built the cosmos and guaranteed everything in
      it. Your love has always been our lives foundation, your fidelity
      has been the roof over our world. (Psalm 89:1-3 The Message)
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