Dream word – FEED
“Now it came to pass in those days, when Moses was grown, that he went out to his brethren and looked at their burdens. And he saw an Egyptian beating a Hebrew, one of his brethren. So he looked this way and that way, and when he saw no one, he killed the Egyptian and hid him in the sand. And when he went out the second day, behold, two Hebrew men were fighting, and he said to the one who did the wrong, ‘Why are you striking your companion?’ Then he said, ‘Who made you a prince and a judge over us? Do you intend to kill me as you killed the Egyptian?’ So Moses feared and said, ‘Surely this thing is known!’ When Pharaoh heard of this matter, he sought to kill Moses. But Moses fled from the face of Pharaoh and dwelt in the land of Midian; and he sat down by a well.” NKJV
Catch the wind
This weekend and next, my present ministerial activities take me to the Kent countryside and Royal Tunbridge Wells in particular. Which is of course, also the birth-place of the great, Rev. Frank William Boreham, who lived from 1871-1959. As an ordained Baptist preacher ministering in England, New Zealand and Australia, he was probably the last student to be interviewed by CH Spurgeon, for entry into his Pastor’s college!
Boreham’s prolific writings in the form of essays in particular, number in their thousands and he has and continues to influence many great speakers and theologians which came after him. Boreham’s tantalizing titles, descriptive and poetic prose and stories rooted in the common pictures of his day, all go to make his writings attractive, instructive and memorable. For example, in describing an old lady of a village who was both of strong and courageous character, a Godly woman and deeply respected and especially visited by many for her personal counsel, he writes that, “Like the sturdier of the poplars by my gate, she had gathered into herself the force of all the cruel winds that had beaten so savagely upon her.” I like that.
Hardships and failures are often, in worked out practicality, fled from, rather than fed upon! We mostly turn our back upon our failures and maybe even flee to greener pastures new, where no bitter remembrance of them can ever flower from our better plantings in the now new, fresh and fertile ground. I have often observed that these two courses of action, forgetting and fleeing that is, though frowned upon by folk not overly familiar with good intentions gone terribly bad, are often and nevertheless, absolutely necessary practices for both the safety and for sometimes the sanity of the individual. I believe that this was the case in our text for tonight regarding Moses and his current enrolment into the true college of faith and worship, situated in the mountainous halls and barren sandy plains of the backside of the dead and disappointing desert.
In this same desolate desert, Moses that great past leader of Egyptian men and monarchy and future desert Pastor to former slaves who would become the servants of the Most High God, over the next 40 years would gather into himself all the force of the cruel winds that had beaten so savagely against him. So much so, that when actually commissioned by God to fulfil his destiny, his prayers would call forth these very same stormy winds, which would then be employed to blow away the eating locust into the seas and to bring from those same seas, mountains of Quail for complaining men and even pour these same gathered and destructive winds over the pursuing and angry army of Pharaoh’s men, still intent on further slaughter and bent on future enslavement. Brethren, I tell you tonight that on the wings of angelic beings, who both inhabit and play, both war and pray among these same stormy winds of protection and provision, even God Himself, was seen to ride! Have you seen Him there?
For some of you tonight, it is time to stop fleeing those stormy winds and time to turn and feed upon them, for surely, God shall be found in them, surely, provision shall be gotten out of them and surely, protection shall be rolled along by them.
By the armfuls then, gather into yourself the force of all the cruel winds that have beaten so savagely upon you and feed on them, even making them your friends, for they shall in the end, both prosper your deliverance and power your destiny.
Listen: “He rode upon a cherub, and flew; and He was seen upon the wings of the wind.” - 2 Samuel 22:11 NKJV
Pray: Now then O my Father, arms open wide, I call to my mouth, and command to my lungs, from the North, and the from the South, from the East and from the West, all the stormy winds of bitter disappointment and cruel adversity. Teach me to eat them and to digest them for my benefit and for my future deliverance, that they may indeed, become the power of my destiny in You, for Your eternal glory I ask this, in Jesus name, amen!
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