Kissed by the Spirit

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”

John 14:27 (NAB)

The “Prince of Peace”, is one of many titles of Jesus, found in the book of Isaiah, but He made it pretty clear that His peace is not the kind of peace that the world gives. The peace Jesus offers us may not change the situation that we are praying about, but it will  change us, because it’s a peace that “surpasses understanding.”(Philippians 4:7)

We should continue to do our best as peacemakers, to care for the weak, the least among us, and to stand against injustice, but Jesus was trying to tell us in today’s scripture that His peace is not the kind the world gives, and the world cannot take it away either. It’s a peace that transforms a human being, one heart at a time. It comforts the poor in spirit, and all who suffer as the victims of tragedy, war and injustice.

For centuries, Jesus has given His peace to believers, even while they suffer through hardships and trials. We read about heroes of the faith in previous generations, beginning with the early church in the book of Acts, and continuing to today. There have always been true stories of people who found His peace in the valley of the shadow of death. Some survived to tell their stories and give glory to God. 

One such story I shared before, was about a young female rookie pilot, who was taking off in a small plane one day, in Pontiac, Michigan. It was only her third solo flight, and after she took off, a veteran pilot noticed that her front landing gear fell off. He immediately got on the radio and told her what happened. 

With a calm, confident voice, and years of skill, he guided her step by step to make a safe landing, without landing gear. She was shaken up but followed his instructions on her radio. She later said that his calm voice kept her at peace, helping her to land the plane successfully. If she had tried to land it on her own, it could have  flipped upside down and burst into flames. 

Having a veteran pilot there at the perfect time, to guide her in calm confidence, was a miracle. Peace comes from God, and His Spirit was speaking through that veteran pilot on her radio. Jesus also speaks to our hearts as we tune in to Him. He might speak to us in prayer, reading a scripture, or through people that He sends to us at the perfect time. There is an unseen kingdom of Heaven within all of us who believe.

Every kingdom has a Prince, and ours is Jesus. He’s not only a Prince, He is our veteran Pilot who can identify with every type of stress or problem that we have, since He lived a human life and went through all the same things. He speaks to our hearts to guide us through every crisis with a calm experienced voice.

It’s easy to forget that the Spirit of the Prince of peace dwells within us, whether they are on a plane, at a doctor’s office, or visiting a critically ill friend or loved one. Jesus is with us and in us, no matter what is happening around us.

A few years ago, I was visiting a  friend who had Pancreatic cancer. Her husband died of a cardiac arrest three weeks earlier, they had no children and her cancer advanced so that she was placed in hospice. We were friends for over fifty years. Her hospice nurse called to tell me that she became unresponsive, so I was hoping to get there before she passed away. 

As I arrived to her room, I reached for the door handle and said to myself, “Here comes the Prince of Peace”, believing that the Spirit of Jesus was entering the room with me. I went to her bedside, took her hand, and she immediately opened her eyes and looked at me. She couldn’t speak, but there was no doubt in her eyes that she knew me. I was surprised since the nurse told me she would not respond.

I spoke to her about the Prince of peace, and then I prayed for her. Two days later she passed away, but I trust that He gave her His peace. I often wondered if she saw Jesus at her bedside, but I trust that she did. 

Jesus is the veteran pilot, who speaks to our soul and quiets our fears in the chaotic moments of life. His calming voice can help a pilot land a plane without landing gear and His Presence can bring peace to any human soul before breathing their last breath.

In a sense, we are all like rookie pilots, navigating through life. It may feel like we’re flying solo at times, but our Prince of Peace is always with us, speaking to us and guiding us with a confident, calm voice, to a safe Heavenly landing. If we tune our ears in to listen, His voice is speaking to our heart every day.

Lord, thank you for being our veteran pilot, and help us tune in to your voice of guidance and peace that is above all the chaos of this world. Amen 

“And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.”

2 Corinthians 9:8 (NIV)

God sends us His small graces along the way, during some of our most difficult trials in life. In all things, at all times, He gives us what we need, and He does it in small, subtle ways. 

It all started in September of 2023, when my adult son, Jon, had a motorcycle accident. Sometimes we get so preoccupied looking for the one big answer to our prayers, that we neglect to see the small graces that add up along the way. It’s truly therapeutic to meditate and reminisce on the small graces that God has given us.

Immediately after the accident, Jon’s motorcycle was impounded at a towing yard, and no one was allowed access to it for a month. When I finally received access, I found his cell phone fully intact, in a compartment of the motorcycle, which was the first small grace. 

By having his phone, I was not only able to contact his landlord but was able to text his customers who were sending him messages asking why he didn’t show up according to the schedule. Jon had a small business of seal coating residential driveways, which he did for about twenty years. Having his phone, allowed me to call his customers and explain why he never showed up as scheduled. They all responded with kindness, one of whom was a pastor of a church, who promised to pray for Jon, which was another small grace.

Jon was self employed, but chose not to purchase health insurance, and had only vehicle insurance, with some minimal medical coverage. The hospital social worker told me I needed to obtain guardianship in order to apply for him to obtain Medicaid insurance. 

The hospital paid the legal costs for the process of making me his legal guardian while Jon was hospitalized, which I later heard was very unusual. I never asked them to pay for anything and it was a different hospital than the one I was employed at, yet they paid the legal costs. That was another small grace along a difficult journey. 

One of the hospital’s best surgeons happened to be on call the day of Jon’s accident. When he arrived at the ER, his pupils indicated a serious brain injury. After surgery, the surgeon was surprised that Jon survived and did as well as he did. Having that surgeon was another small grace. 

Jon also had the most caring nurses while in the intensive care unit of the hospital. One of his nurses turned out to be an old childhood friend who grew up across the street from us. Angie was much younger than Jon, but she remembered him because all his Mexican friends used to call him “Guerro”, meaning white boy. Having Angie as one of his nurses, was another small grace from God.

“All things at all times, and all we need…..” that is the promise of God for each of us. Whatever type of storm or fiery trial we are going through, we can look for those small, subtle graces, when God gives us what He thinks we need. He may not do it through a big earth shaking miracle, but the small graces, that occur along our journey, will add up to one powerful truth, that God is with us.

Lord, open our eyes to see the small graces that add up as you give all we need at all times, so that we may abound in every good work, and give you the glory. Amen

“Love does no harm to a neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law.”

Romans 13:10 (NIV)

After visiting the Nursing Home for three years since my son’s accident, I became friends with a certain group of residents. Within that group is a couple who met and grew close to each other over time at the facility. They lived in separate rooms, along the same hallway, and though they never married, everyone in that unit of the Nursing home, knew that they loved each other.

He was an Iraq war veteran with a Purple Heart, who never married. She was a divorcee, recovered after years of substance abuse, but now in a wheelchair with failing eyesight. I once wrote about both of them in a past meditation. For privacy reasons, I will call her, Jan and him, Jim. 

Jim had chronic lung problems which steadily worsened over time. He was never religious, but over the years, Jan rubbed off on him, since she had a humble faith, devoted to Jesus, being a grateful recipient of His grace and mercy.

In the past year, I observed an obvious change in Jim as he began to put his hope in God, and developed a deeper faith. His social worker and I both saw that Jan was the positive influence on Jim, and he seemed to have a new sense of peace.

Last week Jim was admitted to an intensive care unit of a hospital after both his lungs collapsed. Jan, who is wheelchair bound, was very grieved that she couldn’t be at his bedside in the hospital. He was immediately intubated and couldn’t speak to her, so making a phone call would also be futile. 

Last Friday, Jan told me that she awoke in the night and saw Jim standing in the doorway of her room. We both knew that this was impossible since he was in a hospital seven miles away from the Nursing Home. She insisted that it was not a dream, but that she actually saw him. I figured that it was a vision, knowing how difficult it was for them to be separated. Three days later, Jim passed away. 

Love is a funny thing, and there is a strange power that it creates between two people who are apart, yet strongly desire to be together. We’ve all heard of elderly couples who have been married for so long, that after one passes away, the other passes away only a few weeks afterward. 

I wondered if God, through His grace, permitted Jim to say goodbye to Jan through a vision, before he passed away. I have no intention of backing this idea up theologically, but I do think that love is a powerful force, and since God is love, He understands the strongest of our human bonds and connections. 

When Jan called to tell me the sad news, I reminded her of that vision she had, and how good it was that God granted her the blessing of letting Jim appear to her to say his final goodbye. It helped to give her closure and she felt blessed to think about it that way, while grieving his loss.

The verse in today’s scripture says that love can do no harm and is the fulfillment of the law. It could mean that love transcends the limitations of the usual laws of nature, like seeing a vision of a loved one who isn’t physically present. We are thankful that Jim found faith and peace in believing before he died. His last desire was to say goodbye and tell Jan he loved her, one last time, and the God of love made it happen. 

Lord, thank you for the blessings you give to us through your gift of love. Help us to always see your love in others. Amen

“Rise up, Lord God, lift up your hand!

Do not forget the poor!

Why should the wicked scorn God,

say in their hearts, “God does not care”?

But you do see;

you take note of misery and sorrow;

you take the matter in hand.

To you the helpless can entrust their cause;

you are the defender of orphans.”

Psalm 10:12-14 (NAB)

This is one of many Psalms of David, that is considered to be a Psalm of lament. The dictionary defines a lament as a passionate expression of grief and sorrow. 

Every believer has at some time poured out their heart in a lament to God. 

I was listening to a Christian podcast recently, and heard a better definition for lament:

To lament is to give all your negative emotions to God. That’s it, so simple, yet so cleansing, deep and meaningful. We don’t need to clean ourselves up before approaching God, we come to Him as we are, and our honest lament brings us peace and renewal.  In reading this Psalm, we see that David’s lament was an outpouring of all his frustrations, or in other words, just giving it all to God. 

Jesus never said “Come to me all you good and perfect people,” He didn’t come to call the righteous ones, but sinners. (Luke 5:32)

Lamenting is pouring our heart out to God, by gathering all of our sorrow, anger and our frustrations, in an honest lament. He hears us and leads us into His rest. Jesus specifically called the weary and heavily burdened to come to Him, and lamenting is a good way to respond. The Psalmist lamented and found his peace and rest in the Lord.

Many people avoid going to church because they think they aren’t good enough, as if church is a meeting place only for the righteous. Jesus would say that the church should be a hospital for the wounded. In the psalm of today’s scripture, God is the One who sees and takes note of all the misery and sorrow in the world. The helpless and the orphans can put their trust in Him. The people who are suffering most in this world have already learned this. 

I recently heard the testimony of a man who lived under the tyranny of Iran’s government for decades. He has lost friends and relatives, who were among the 36,000 civilians killed by government controlled security forces to date. 

He managed to escape the country and is finally living free, but through his new found faith in Jesus, he has started a digital outreach ministry to bring the gospel message to his people in Iran. When asked how he balances his passion for Christ with his passion to support the resistance there, he said that he prays Psalm 10 every single day. 

In hearing this, I had to look up Psalm 10 and read what he was referring to. It’s a lament to God on behalf of the suffering of the poor, the orphans and all the innocents in the world. He laments daily on behalf of his own people, and there are signs that God is listening.

He started a digital ministry which is now reaching about 25,000 Iranians each month through online church services, prayer rooms, Bible studies and more. Despite harsh persecution, or because of it, churches in Iran are meeting secretly in homes and thriving. No one would know it, but Christianity is growing faster in Iran than anywhere else in the world. It is estimated that one million or more Iranians have secretly converted to Christianity. 

Other similar ministries are doing the same, by bringing the love of Christ to Iran, Afghanistan, Africa and beyond through digital and underground ministries. Secret churches are thriving in China as well. It’s like the book of Acts, all over again, as the fruit of these ministries are producing people who are passionately devoted to Jesus, despite knowing it could cost them imprisonment or their lives. 

The Lord hears the cry of the poor as the psalmist said. He sees the suffering of people everywhere. Although we don’t visibly see how God is answering their cries, He is doing it. There is a beautiful work in progress among the souls who bring their honest lament to God.

Lord, we pray for the conversion of souls everywhere in the world, so that your transforming love and peace will sweep over all nations to save, heal, protect and free all who suffer. Amen

Church meetings in homes of Iran

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

a time to weep, and a time to laugh;

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;”

Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4 (RSV)

Those of us in a particular age group will remember these words from the hit song by the Byrds in 1965. The words were derived from eight verses in this chapter of Ecclesiastes. King Solomon wrote the lyrics and Pete Seeger was the first to turn it into a song in 1959. The Byrds later adapted it and it became the popular hit song, called  “Turn, Turn, Turn.”

People read the seasons, signs and cycles of nature in order to adjust and plan accordingly. Professional golfers know how to read the greens of each golf course. Fighter pilots use OODA, a code which stands for Observe, Orient, Decide and Act. It helps them make quick, accurate decisions while flying at high speeds. 

Farmers read the phases of the moon, since some are better for planting, when the gravitational pull is best for plant growth and root development. Physicians observe a patients’ symptoms to decide which diagnostic tests to order and how to best treat them. 

God created a beautiful world with cycles and systems of nature, which mankind has learned to navigate according to their own field of interest. He has made everything beautiful in its time, and He created us to hunger for the pleasures that last forever, which only He can satisfy. 

Just as there are cycles and seasons in the universe, there are also cycles and seasons in our personal journey of life and faith. We all experience seasons of joy and laughter, as well as seasons of mourning and weeping. If we can read the seasons in our lives, as we do in nature, we will have a better sense of divine providence, and the security of trusting that God works everything out for our eternal good.

True joy has little to do with the absence of problems, but is the result of a grateful heart. Trusting that God is in control, gives us a sense of gratitude and makes it easier to transition into the next season. Nothing stays the same, change is always difficult, but the biggest challenge is when we are in a season of sorrow, loss or discomfort.

Peter tells us not to be surprised by the fiery ordeal that we may be facing, because we will share in Christ’s suffering in some way, but we will also find inexpressible joy at His return and revelation of His glory. (1 Peter 4:12-14) 

We were meant to seek the lessons God has for us through all the seasons of our lives. 

My two older brothers were only eighteen months apart and were very close growing up. As the only girl and the youngest, I felt like an only child at times. Now, when I reflect on their relationship, I can appreciate it much more after raising twin boys, who grew up with the same kind of closeness. 

My brothers shared a bedroom as well as the same group of friends. They laughed together, played sports together, shared their first car, attended the same college and had the same best friend, who stood up at both of their weddings. They both had a first born baby daughter, born within two months of each other.

Three years after his daughter was born, my oldest brother Ted, died suddenly at the age of 35, in his F-16 fighter jet. He was a skilled Air Force instructor pilot, but crashed during a routine training mission, caused by an electrical wire chafing problem, common in F-16’s at the time.

(A movie called Afterburn, released in 1992 tells his story)

The loss of my oldest brother was a sad season in my family’s lives. Although my brother John kept a stoic exterior, I have come to understand that he suffered the loss in a different way than the rest of our family.  He not only lost a brother, he lost his best friend, the one person who knew him best and was supposed to be his lifelong friend. Today, he has a family of his own and a close relationship with his own son and grandsons, which has been a gift of comfort and blessing for him. 

In thinking about faith, families, siblings and the seasons of our lives, I have come to realize that Jesus is an older brother to all of us, who stays with us throughout every season of our life. We can have peace, knowing that His arms are always around us, in whatever season we are in. 

Life is filled with seasons of joy and sorrow, but if we learn to read the change of seasons, we can trust that God is always with us, using every season to transform and strengthen us, while working all things for our good.

Lord, help us to read each season and cycle of our lives, and give us the grace and peace to know you are with us in every season. Amen

“And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.”

John 14:3 (NIV)

In order to better understand the metaphor of the church as the bride of Jesus Christ, we would need to time travel back to the customs of marriage in His day.

Every marriage during Jesus’ time and culture began with the father of the groom, who sent his servant, the Negotiator, to work out the marriage arrangement. A generous price was paid to the bride’s family and a binding contract was signed. The servant then returned to the master’s house, and the son excitedly began to prepare his bridal chamber. It could take up to a year for the groom to construct and prepare the place for him and his bride to reside.

Through that same negotiating servant, the groom sends his betrothed bride an engagement gift of gold jewelry. The engaged bride wears her gifts of betrothal, while residing in her current home, until her wedding day. She had to be ready at any moment, because the day and time of the groom’s arrival was unknown, but would be announced with a trumpet call and a shout.  

When I learned about these traditions, it brought new meaning to the words of Jesus, promising that He is going to prepare a place for us. 

The church is His bride and His Father paid the highest possible cost for us, with the divine and precious blood of Jesus. That’s the binding marriage contract. His resurrected Son is still being  betrothed to whoever accepts His proposal today, and then He goes to prepare a place for them, in His Father’s mansion. 

Instead of gold jewelry, He adorns us with all the engagement gifts of His Holy Spirit, who distributes them to us as He chooses. We wear and use these gifts of the Spirit, while we wait for the bridegroom’s return. 

We are still residing in our current home, but we are being prepared to live in a better and eternal one. Everything that happens in our lives has been a preparation for the goal of this promised union.

The date is unknown, and will be a surprise, announced by an angel’s trumpet call and a shout from Heaven. We are His betrothed bride, and Jesus is preparing His Heavenly wedding chamber for us.  

We will learn one day how our whole life has been a time of preparation, and how every event seemingly good or bad, has served a divine purpose to transform us to become more like the Son, who is our Bridegroom. 

Like an engaged bride we anticipate the day of His coming, and the marriage supper of the Lamb will be the greatest wedding banquet of all time. On that day we will meet the One who has loved us with an everlasting love and gave Himself up for us. 

Until the bridegroom arrives, we hold within us all the grace and strength we need to do whatever we were born to do. We cannot add time to our lives, but we can always add quality to the time we have left, until we meet Him in the air. (1 Thessalonians 4:17)

In the last chapter of the book of Revelation, it reads, “The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” And let the one who hears say, “Come!” Let the one who is thirsty come; and let the one who wishes, take the free gift of the water of life.” 

(Revelation 22:17) Today is the day and now is the time to receive His free gift of living water. 

Jesus is telling each of us, “Yes, I am coming soon,” and our RSVP reply is “Amen! Come, Lord Jesus”.

“See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God.”

1 John 3:1 (NIV)

If anyone in scripture had an intimate relationship with the Lord, it was David. He was an imperfect and flawed human being, yet he always found his way back to God’s arms of mercy. He is the best example, that we do not need to be perfect to have an intimate relationship with God. We only need to keep returning to His throne of grace, forgiveness and His arms of mercy. 

In the NIV version of the epistle of John, the word “lavished” is used. John and David both knew all about being lavished by God’s love. David wrote in his psalm, calling Him, “my God”and declared His love to be 

“better than life.”  (Psalm 63:3)

Whatever sickness, grief, or stress that we are faced with, we always have the option to restore ourselves to God’s love that has been lavished on us.  Everyone needs reminding of that kind of love, which stands apart from any other.

There is a type of security that comes from friendship with Jesus, which leads us to enjoy seeing others being blessed by Him. A personal relationship with Jesus is more than knowing about Him, or believing in a mysterious divine being. Since we know Him, we want others to know Him as well. I once had a childhood experience that illustrated this for me.

My mother went to work full time when I was about eight years old, since my father was disabled from a stroke a month before I was born. She was a seamstress, who joined the garment workers union and started working in an upscale dress shop, about two miles from our home. Each day, she took a city bus from the corner of our block, to and from work. I used to meet her when she came home, as she got off the bus.

I had a childhood friend named Mary Margaret, who was a few years younger than me, and lived a few doors away. We would play together outside, but the moment my mother came off that city bus, Mary Margaret stopped playing and excitedly ran to greet my mother with a big hug, before I ever reached her. 

The first time she did this, I was perplexed and wondered why she was so excited to see my mother, since she had a mother and father of her own. I eventually realized that my mother was the kind of person who showed a lot of love to others, and for some reason, she became the highlight of the day for Mary Margaret, who couldn’t wait to run into her arms. 

I was secure in knowing that my mother loved me, so I grew accustomed to Mary Margaret outrunning me to receive my mother’s daily hug. Instead of thinking she was taking over my mom, I felt pride in having the kind of mother who was so special to her as well.

That childhood experience helped me to later understand and adapt to the idea of intimacy with God, through a friendship with Jesus. When we have a personal and intimate relationship with Him, we naturally rejoice when others do as well, even when they outrun us.

I was secure in the love of my mom and later became secure in the love of my God, just as David was. When we are secure in His lavished love for us, friendship with Jesus is like an anchor that keeps us grounded in all the areas of faith and friendship.

David knew that God’s love is better than life, which is why it’s so worthy to be shared.

Lord, help us to know that we are your beloved ones and anchor our faith as you lavish us in your love, throughout our lives. Amen 

“Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them: if prophecy, in proportion to our faith; if service, in our serving; he who teaches, in his teaching; he who exhorts(encourages),

in his exhortation; he who contributes, in liberality; he who gives aid, with zeal; he who does acts of mercy, with cheerfulness.”

Romans 12:6-8 (RSV)

In the scripture today, the apostle Paul lists many gifts of the Spirit. A gift of the Spirit, also called a charism, is an ability or service bestowed by the Holy Spirit, to edify others. Paul is telling the church to discover the charisms or gifts that we’ve been given, because gifts are meant to be used. This meditation will focus on one of the spiritual gifts, which is exhortation, meaning to strongly encourage others.

Everyone has a unique, possibly quirky, yet loveable quality that adds something vital to the body of Christ. It requires the gift of encouragement to be able to identify those good qualities in others, and then encourage them to use their gifts. Some who are reading this have the gift of encouragement, or may know someone who has it. We have all been encouraged at some time by someone with spiritual insight, who inspired us at a key moment on our faith journey.

Offering encouragement to others might be the most valuable of all spiritual gifts. What good are gifts of prophecy, service, almsgiving,  teaching or showing mercy, if a person is not “encouraged” to use those gifts? 

Encouragement was given by the apostle Paul all throughout his ministry, to inspire the early church and those he personally mentored, like Timothy and Titus. He encouraged others to use their charisms and grow in faith to serve God and His church.

The gift of encouragement was once used by Paul in a most unusual way. He was one among 276 men on board a ship during a severe storm. The sailors were about to abandon ship and use the lifeboats, but Paul urged them to stay put, guaranteeing that all the men would survive the shipwreck. The ship was totally destroyed in the storm, but all 276  men on board, made it safely to the island of Malta. 

(Acts 27:29-31)

According to Paul, his guardian angel told him that all the men on board will survive if they stayed on the ship. Paul’s encouragement did more than save 276 lives, but  opened their eyes to the one true God and faith in Jesus. 

At the Boston marathon this week, a first time runner collapsed four times when his legs became too weak to finish the race, until two other runners came along side him and held him up, all the way to the finish line. What are the chances that two total strangers would sacrifice their own win by helping another stranger who collapsed? The two strangers gave the weary man a gift of encouragement and those three men found a new friendship together. God calls us to stay on the ship, encourage the weary and finish the race together. 

Encouragement is a light that brightens not just one heart, but inspires and unites others in the world who witness it.

Lord, help us to discover and use our spiritual gifts but especially to be the light of encouragement to all those who are weary among us. Amen 

“My heart, O God, is steadfast;

I will sing and make music with all my soul.”

Psalm 108:1 (NIV)

The interesting thing about music is that when it is sung, played, or composed from the soul, it speaks to other souls in ways that human vocabulary cannot. That makes every genre of music “soul music”.

Music is a gift that God gave to all of us, as He blessed certain people with the ability to play instruments or sing, or use their talent to write the poetic lyrics of songs. God gave a great gift to those who can create melodies and compose music.

Those of us who cannot sing, write, play, or compose, are still blessed by listening to music. Music touches the soul like no other form of communication. Some people share their musical talent by giving of their time to sing in concerts, church choirs or to entertain children or seniors in singalongs at various facilities. Jesus said whatever we do for the least of these, we are doing for Him. 

Music brings joy and comfort to  mankind at all stages of life, such as birthdays, anniversaries, marriages or any milestone of life. The psalms were songs written by David, put to music and played on a harp, for the single purpose of worshipping God, who gave us the gift of music, so that we could give it back to Him and to others. 

Music can comfort a comatose or dying patient. Research reveals that a person who can no longer speak, see or move, can still respond to auditory stimuli, like the sound of their loved one’s voice, or music played at their bedside. We know this because of the Electroencephalogram which shows the patient’s response to sound through their brain waves. 

After doing EEGs during the years that I worked in a hospital, I saw it firsthand. Brain waves always show a change in activity when a loved one spoke to a comatose patient. Knowing that hearing is the last thing to go, and how much I enjoy music, I created my own “Coma playlist,” which I want to have played if I am ever in an unconscious state. People laugh when I tell them about my coma playlist, but I’m glad I selected a list of my favorite music, which  brings me peace.

I recently saw a documentary about a young Jewish songwriter, named Ilse Weber, who was sent to a concentration camp during the holocaust in 1940.  She was permitted to sing her own lullaby compositions to the children in the infirmary part of her camp. 

Even in such a dark period of history, Ilse brought light to others, by singing songs she created from her soul. She sang to the children, comforting them with moments of love and peace, while separated from their families. One day she learned that the children she sang to, were placed on the transport list, to be sent to Auschwitz for immediate extermination. Ilse asked to go with them. 

A Nazi soldier remembered Ilse as he later testified seeing her gather the children around her on the floor of the gas chamber, singing her lullabies to them. This is probably the most heartbreaking Holocaust story I’ve ever heard, but Ilse and the children died to the sound of singing lullabies instead of the sound of panic or screaming. Music is like Heaven’s prayer, that draws a soul into the restful arms of God. May Ilse and those children rest in God’s peace and love forever.

Ilse Weber’s lullabies are now being gathered and played by musicians today, thanks to a woman who wrote her biography. Words of the human vocabulary cannot bring the comfort that music brings, because music is interpreted by the soul.  Plato once said, “music finds its way into the secret places of the soul.” It’s so true, and God placed those secret places in our souls, as He gave us the sacred gift of music. 

Lord, thank you for the gift of music, which soothes and comforts us in suffering and speaks to our soul, drawing us closer to you. Amen

“When Moses’ hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up—one on one side, one on the other—so that his hands remained steady till sunset. So Joshua overcame the Amalekite army with the sword.”

Exodus 17:12-13 (NIV)

After their exodus from slavery in Egypt, the Israelites had a new enemy to contend with. As Moses and Joshua led them toward the promised land, they were under constant attack by the nomadic tribe of Amalekites. The Israelites were pressured to transform from being a nation of slaves to warriors, in order to survive.  

Joshua was mentored by Moses, but Joshua’s gift was in military skill, while Moses was a Prophet and a Priestly leader, who didn’t fight.  During each battle, Moses stood on top of a hill, holding his staff up in the air, so the people could see it and be inspired. It was the same staff that Moses held over the sea when it miraculously parted. To see Moses hold his staff in the air, inspired the people to trust in God once again.

As long as Moses held his staff up high, the Israelites were winning the battle. When his arms grew tired, he lowered them, and then the Amalekites would gain the advantage. In seeing this trend, Aaron, the brother of Moses and Hur, his close friend, rushed over to stand on each side of him, to hold up Moses’ exhausted arms. 

As his arms were held high, the army could see Moses’ staff and gained confidence.

Finally, Aaron and Hur found a large stone and put it under Moses so he could sit down, while holding his arms up. When his staff was high and visible for all to see, the battle was won, and by sunset, the Israelites could move into their promised land. 

As their goal was to get to the promised land, we are also on a journey toward our promised land, which is Heaven. We go through seasons of blessings and good times, as well as seasons of testing and confrontations with spiritual foes. We have obstacles to work through during our life journey, and just like Moses, we also grow weary.

The prayers of fellow believers uphold us when we are spiritually or emotionally exhausted, just as Aaron and Hur upheld Moses’ arms. Joshua’s army received renewed hope and faith by seeing the staff held high. Moses rested on a rock, and we find our rest in the Rock of our salvation, who is Jesus.

There’s one more lesson to learn  from this image of Aaron and Hur holding up the weary arms of Moses. God wants us to pray for our ministers, priests, and leaders of our faith, since there are forces of darkness and spiritual enemies who target all faith leaders. This story sends a clear message that spiritual battles will be won, when we support the leaders with our faithful service and prayers.

By giving us this story in the bible, God shows us how He delights in the unity and solidarity of His people. When we are weary and weak in our faith, and we pray “Help me in my unbelief”,  it’s the prayers of others that lift and renew our hope, as we find our way back to the “Rock” of our resting place who is Jesus. 

Lord, help us to uphold in prayer and support the arms of all who grow weary, and may we rest in you, keeping our eyes on the cross and empty tomb, the focus of our victory. Amen