We Partner With God

 

We Partner With God

Hebrews 13:7 Remember them which have the rule over you, who have spoken unto you the word of God: whose faith follow, considering the end of their conversation.

     Whoa!  They look up to us?  Not upon a pedestal, they simply move amongst the herd glancing up to see the lead occasionally.  So do we surround them with masks hiding our tusks pretending to be others?  We are known by our appendages so it is about time to show them we live without embarrassment.  Wisdom He has entrusted to elders.  Patterned by success, the little ones are to gaze upon and wonder.

     Time to figure out the walk.  They march as we lead.  In sync, troops move the boots while cadence is called.  Hearing the beat of another drummer?  Well, that one seeks to come into the sheepfold to kill, still, and destroy.  As a wolf with bloodied teeth.  His fur rank with pungent ointment shrilling the nostrils in violation.  About him poses a dinner waiting to be had.  Slithering serpent?  The descriptions go on to mark and warn of destruction waiting in the weeds.

     We see the inferenced calling.  Armed guards about the souls of little ones surrounded in protection.  The keep we hold and reinforce the doors.  A battlement angled to meet an opponent’s charge.  We fight.

     With distractions abated, they are free to contemplate our reasonings.  As if to clear the air of buzzing mosquitoes, blood sucking things we ward off and spend quiet time with them.  Occasions give way to experiences then a rut is grooved leading to the righteous Water of Life.  We so much want them to come to the well and drink.  With His Spirit, we collaborate foreseeing future events to guide them on the way.

      Graduation day?  What will that look like?  Well, it never comes.  Successive learnings as hurdles are mastered then the dash is run in record time.  Wisdom is gathered as fruit on the ground.  In a family basket, we share the produce and dine together.  But, where to look?  Elders spy the good ground and know where picking is ripe in season.

     We cooperate with God.  We send them forth in what we have already learned.  It is His way. 

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