The Little Stream

Life is like a small stream of water as in a creek. The water flows at a trickle during the summer and as it passes in and around the curves in the bank it slowly passes a grazing cow. The sound of the grass being consistently snatched from the ground fades and the stream slides gently over the rocks and continues on its way. The scenery seldom remains the same. A gentle wind blows across the stream and causes ripples to crawl to the other side.

It continues on as if happy to have some relief from the heat and spills into a pool where it may remain quiet for a little while. A calmness comes over the stream as it swirls slowly around the bank watching all the activity and a stillness passes over the stream and it says to itself I am home at last.

Darkness comes as the clouds gather and slowly tiny drops of rain begin to fall. The trickle grows and slowly the stream finds its way past the pool as the rain begins to pound fiercely upon the little stream. Somewhere up stream comes a mighty rush of water that comes and pushes the little stream quickly on its way. The rocks no longer seem friendly, but stand as the water crashed against them and finds its way around to pass on its way. The beauty on the side of the banks are hidden by the wall of rain. The darkness seems to loom across the distance and the stream looks to the sky and asks why?

Today August 15, 2010 our pastor retired and resigned his position as pastor. My heart is broken. With this pastor their was a connection spiritually. He has a way of speaking that I relate to and understand. He is humble and honest and will tell you what you what he feels not what he is suppose to say or what one wants to hear. He just tells it as he believes it. I love that honesty. I love his forthright way of doing things. He remained detached yet I did not feel rejected. He knows how to say I don't know. I have never seen anything false in him. His love for his wife surpasses any I have witnessed. His love for his sister and his brother were such a witness in itself. My prayer is God let me pray earnestly thy will be done and not my will be done.

I must trust that this man I have come to admire and respect would surely know the leadership of the Holy Spirit and have made the decision God would have had him make. And also God will provide a pastor for us and one that will continue to preach out of the King James Version of the bible. As Eddie says King James has been the standard for over 400 years and when we leave the standard confusion takes place and God is not the author of confusion. To study with different translations is wonderful in its own right but it causes confusion when different translations are used in our Church services. All should be able to come with one translation, sit down, read the word in unison and there will be no confusion. All these years God has presented his word through his pastors and evangelists using the King James and He has blessed that translation. So we would not be able to stay under a pastor that did not share this belief.

Truly I look to the sky and my question is Lord Why?