“The [uncompromisingly] righteous shall flourish like the
palm tree
[be long-lived, stately, upright, useful and fruitful];
he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon [majestic, stable,
durable and incorruptible].
Planted in the house of the Lord, they shall flourish in the
courts of our God.
[Growing in grace], they shall still bring forth fruit in
old age;
they shall be full of sap [of spiritual vitality]
and rich in the verdure [of trust, love and
contentment].
[They are living memorials] to show that the Lord is upright
and faithful to His promises;
He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him. [Rom.
9:14]”
Psalm 92:12-15 (Amplified)
In my early twenties, I was part of
a team that ministered at a nursing home.
I would play requested hymns on the piano, a young seminary student
would preach a mini sermon, and we would chat with the residents. One night the seminary student preached on
Samson. I thought, “What a stale
topic!” How wrong I was. A frail-looking lady in a wheelchair said,
“How encouraging that young man was! God
used Samson the mightiest when everyone thought he was all used up. God slowed me down and put me in this home to
witness to these poor, lonely people. If
I could still drive, I wouldn’t be here to minister to them.” God not only used Mrs. G to minister to the
residents. Even after she was bedridden,
we would gather around her bed; and she would pray for us individually. She was truly full of sap and bringing forth
fruit right up until the Lord called her home at the age of 85. When I asked her the secret of being a sweet
old lady, she told me I had to start right then by being a “sweet, young thing.” If I want to bring forth fruit in my old age,
I need to take time to grow in grace right now and each day of my life. I need to slow down and allow the Lord to
speak to my heart. Then I need to allow
the light of His presence to shine through me.
I need to live out the chorus of Mrs. G’s favorite hymn:
“Footprints of Jesus that make the pathway
glow;
We will follow the steps of Jesus where’er they go.”
(Footsteps of Jesus by Mary B. C. Slade)
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