Scripture
I am not important. People look down on me. But I don’t forget to obey Your rules.
~Psalm 119:141, NIrV
Quote
Most of the time people forget what you say; some times they forget what you do but they never forget how you made them feel.
~Adapted from and Image Quote
Psalm 119:141 is an interesting verse…consider these translations:
- NKJV–I am small and despised, Yet I do not forget Your precepts.
- NLT–I am insignificant and despised, but I don’t forget your commandments.
- NIV–Though I am lowly and despised, I do not forget your precepts.
- DARBY–I am little and despised: thy precepts have I not forgotten.
- Good News–I am unimportant and despised but I do not neglect your teachings.
I can fully comprehend myself feeling small, despised and unimportant but David was a king. He knew what it was to have VIP status and receive VIP treatment. Don’t you imagine all humans have those days when they feel unimportant. One of our responsibilities as priest is to make people feel important because they are: Jesus said, What is the price of two sparrows—one copper coin ? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.
On June 8th 2004, Joe David and I boarded a tiny jet in Nashville and flew to Washington D.C. to pay our last respects for the greatest president of the century. On June 9th we stood in a massive line outside the Capitol Building, there were thousands of common people waiting to view Mr. Reagan’s casket. It was a hot and humid day and the line was moving slowly, yet no one complained. We waited hours just to take a 90 second walk through the rotunda of the Capitol and a brief glimpse of the flag draped coffin of Ronald Wilson Reagan. We had noticed during our long wait that from time to time the line would stop moving. When we got close, we learned why the line stopped. When VIP’s arrived from where ever, they were given preferential treatment, they did not have to wait. They were allowed to break line.
I can’t honestly tell you that I was happy with that arrangement: at first I was envious of the VIP’s but the more I thought about it, the more content I was to be a commoner. I had no friends in congress, no friends in high places and no money to buy any friends in high places. Joe David and I met hundreds of people that day as we waited to see the President and none of them were billionaires: somehow the wealthy find a place in the VIP line. There was some humiliation and resentment but this is reality. I am not a very important person, not to the masses. I am very important to Jesus and hopefully to my wife, family and friends which is more than enough for me. King David also said in Psalm 11, “O that I had the wings of a bird, I could fly to the mountains and be at rest.” If Kings have bad days, I suppose it is OK for you and I to have one every now and then. Be a faithful royal ambassador today: make someone feel important for Jesus sake.
I am going to a doctor in Athens to check out the knee which is better but still keeping me up at night. I have a PRAISE, Thank YOU Jesus for sparing us on the bad weather. They missed it again. This is twice in a row they have miscalled the severe weather. June hates it when I make fun of them. You can get better weather info off your smart phone than you can our local TV stations. They don’t have a clue. I needed some dry weather, I have a septic tank to finish.
The MASTERS begins today and Big Mama is pumped. She is excited and I enjoy myself but not like her. How did my wife become a sports fanatic? I have no clue. When we got hitched back in 71 she didn’t care a thing about any sport.
God is good. I needed an Air Conditioner for my office building and Keith Blackwood call me Sunday and told me he had one. It will cool and heat, PTL. Now I need a 55 gallon drum, plastic. It must have the top in tack. I also want some horse manure for my garden if you know where some is available other than Washington D.C. I think DC is mostly bull, don’t you.
That, my friend, reminds me of a story. A republican who worked for the Federal Government was driving through the state of Tennessee and stopped in Shelbyville to get his hair cut. When he got in the chair, he felt a burden to make conversation. Knowing Tennessee to be conservative, he said, “I think Hillary Clinton is a horse’s behind.” The barber slapped the man in the face. “What have I done?” said the republican, “Is this democratic country?” “No,” said the barber, “This is horse country.”