Pentecost 48

Pentecost 48
My Psalm 48

Family of God

They had traveled from a land of green horizons and plentiful water to this brown, barren land. It was, however, a promised land of sorts. There was free land to anyone willing to homestead it and, as the youngest son in a large family, it seemed a sure way to start his own legacy. So the young man and his new bride had packed up their meager belongings and made the arduous journey. The soil was tough and challenged all who had come to claim their piece of earth. As his neighbors grew weary, the young man bought them out. As his family grew so did his land holdings.

All too soon, his children were grown men and so his divided up the responsibilities of the now large ranch. Son Number One had the responsibility of the houses on the ranch. It was his duty to prepare them for each winter, checking for cracks or worn-out pieces of lumber. Son Number Two was responsible for the fencing and the barns that held their prized cattle and feed. Son Number Three was given the care of the tools of their trade and served as the ranch blacksmith. All three shared with their father and sons the tasks of planting the wheat and hay as well as the vegetable gardens. It seemed an equitable division of labor to their father.

Soon, however, Son Number Three tired of the menial nature of his responsibilities. He wanted to be the homebuilder, the architect of design that people praised when visiting. After all, Son Number One made the decisions who got rooms added to their abode and who did not. Son Number Two would brag that his was the more important position since it directly involved the nature of their living. He had the best horses since his duties involved riding the many acres used for the herds of cattle. Son Number Three spent much of his time repairing the tools the other two used or caring for the horses. None were willing to recognize the connection between their respective positions, their integrated value in the family.

Fortunately, their father was a benevolent man and patient. As his sons grew in their discontent, he did not stop them from leaving but instead offered refuge to his now adult grandsons and granddaughters. Some chose to remain on the family ranch and would later prove to be great in their contributions. The children of Son Number Three, having learned to make implements from their father, became masters at making musical instruments. They used their talents to sing praises to their family and their heavenly father. The other grandchildren saw the value of their individual talents and the worth in combining them in their daily lives. Those who sought personal fame and glory only soon found themselves swallowed up by society and sadly, some succumbed to the trappings of it. For those willing to bask in the love of family, though, they found glory in the living.

Yet, the division caused by the three original sons lived on in the family stories. You see, Son Number One, in being given the duty of the houses, made his the largest although his family was the smallest. He squandered resources for his pride and in his haste, built a home that did not stand the test of time. It collapsed one night and some lives were lost. His god was his own ego and in the end it destroyed his legacy. Son Number Two did very well with his fence building and later helped design a neighboring city. Son Number Three, as the toolmaker, was given his mother’s family brooch to repair. Feeling dissatisfied with his place in the barn, he put it on a shelf for later and continued his rebellion. The brooch was lost and its exact location now is mere speculation. Also lost, however, was the valuable ruby encased inside the brooch. It was to be the family’s failsafe in times of trouble, given to the mother by her own family, worth a fortune if needed.

It is the story of a father who divided his earthly goods amongst his three sons. Sadly, human emotions such as jealousy and anger proved more valuable to some of the sons than their family. Their vision was so focused on themselves that they failed to see the larger picture, to recognize that their contributions, no matter how seemingly small, were equally important and necessary. Another father wisely gave his son-in-law a chance to prove himself a man but also gave his daughter protection, to be used when needed. She placed her trust in her husband and he proved himself worthy.

How often do we see only that which glitters and not the jewel beneath the seemingly rough, dusty stone? Every man has value and every connection weaves us into the fabric of man. All exist for a greater glory than we can imagine if only we acknowledge the talents and potential of each person, regardless of race, color, creed, age, and/or gender. We are all an ark of opportunity.

My Psalm 48
Great is our Maker.
Beautiful is his creation.
Travelers pass by and marvel; some fear such power.

Our enemies surround us.
They threaten and attack.
Our Maker has created us in His glory.
His creations can withstand attack.

We are connected by our birth.
We are the Maker’s own creations.
Nothing can defeat us when we are in communion with our Maker.
Our covenant will provide defeat to the wicked.
Praises be to God, our Creator who gives us life and victory!

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