“You Tell Me Your Dream…” was a pop song from the 1890’s. The Bible is full of dreamers: Joseph of technicolor dream-coat fame; his namesake who tended the youthful Jesus; Daniel; the several prophets had “visions” of holy things. Scriptures to be read on the upcoming weekend are aimed at us visionaries in the pews, reminding us that God has never stopped speaking.
Thee un-named writer of I KINGS (3:3-12) has an audience of those either deported to Babylon or left to their own devices in what was once Judah. The culture isn’t yet dead, he says, because we remember the stories which helped define us. God continues to be the central mover in all these theological narratives. Gifts which Solomon requests–wisdom, justice–are seen as markings of the Good King; whether or not he embodies them, these become cultural standards of The People, as opposed to the values of those Others around us. Have these gifts become personal and corporate standards in OUR lives as well?
Paul tries to ascertain these values in the Letter to the ROMANS 8:26-39, especially the latter verses: “Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will hardship, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?…No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.” This doesn’t stop the bad stuff from happening–but it does affirm God’s concern and presence in even the trivialities of daily life. God knows who we are!
We continue to explore the parables of Jesus as set forth in MATTHEW 13:31 ff. He speaks of the prevalence of even tiny sparks–mustard seed, leaven–in the growth of everything including bushes and loaves of bread. “Remember that the mighty oak was once a nut like you!” Most of the world’s belief-systems worship the great and the glamorous, but not ours. We can affirm that our God inhabits the tiny –even a newborn baby–and oversees development in the ongoing Creation around us. Where will the treasure once buried in us come to light?
“O let me ne’er forget that though the wrong is oft so strong, God is the ruler yet….This is my Father’s world! [God] shines in all that’s fair; in the rustling grass I hear {God} pass; [God] speaks to me everywhere.” –Maltbie D. Babcock, 1901
In the process of unfolding, Horace Brown King
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