My Faithful Witness in the Sky
I just took Charles to work. It is about 32 degrees outside and clear, a beautiful morning. The sun is about to rise. In the west a full moon sets in the sky, a ring of haze around it, brilliantly reflecting the sun’s light. No wonder the Psalmist called the moon “…my faithful witness in the sky,” (Psalm 89:37) it has a special beauty this morning. It is beautiful and it is faithful, predictably obedient to the ordinances of God. I find myself praying; “Lord may I reflect your light into my dark world with a similar beauty.” “May the beauty of the Lord, my God be upon me – ”
Just as I wrote this into my journal I received an e-mail from my dear friend Paul Gardner who directs Camp Barakel. The Camp is clustered around a clear lake in the Huron National Forrest in the northern lower peninsula of Michigan:
Last night as I went home the moon hung low in the eastern sky. This morning as I came in it was dipping low in the western sky, and the air was not blowing– so the fog hung in the bare trees. What a great commute I have!
Well, Bro. Ken, I am impressed…I was cleaning out my favorites file, and you were posted there…I did not know how you got there, so I open your web page to check you out…am I so glad I did. I read for hours…and I remember how I found you in the first place. I have a dear friend whose grandson is in seminary and he was on his way last month to one of your speaking engagements…that’s where your name came up, so I saved your web site for later to check it out. I think you and your family are doing a great job in the name of our Lord…May God continue to bless the work you all are doing. I will keep you in my prayers. Oh, my special friend’s grandson is Christopher Campbell
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