It’s been a while since there’s been an update on the health of the Fireman. My Lily keeps close tabs on the progress of the sheep through their personal social network called, “Fleecebook.” I check it out pretty regularly myself. She wants to read the comment he posted from last evening.
“Had a Good day today. I was up and walking a bunch, still painful but getting better. My appetite returned today and actually enjoy eating. Tanna and I had a really Good talk about how God will see us through this. Tanna has been so strong through this and I would be a mess without her. I start physical therapy tomorrow. Now I just pray for sleep tonight.”
Good words from the Fireman. Encouraging words to bring Hope for others. There’s a special place in my heart for him. . .and for all firemen. My first real experience with them was in the summer of 1962. It was the last night of our summer vacation in Michigan. We all went to the bowling alley to eat with the other families that we vacationed with every year. During the meal, my Mom complained about having a headache. That was a little unusual because she seldom seemed to have headaches or be sick generally. She was a strong, healthy Swede. We all went back to the cottages after dinner and at some point the kids went to bed. All of the parents stayed up to celebrate their last evening of vacation.
The next thing I remember was waking up to the voices of two firemen paramedics, wheeling my mother out of the cottage and into an ambulance. There was a real sense of urgency in their voices as they attended to my Mom. I don’t remember much more about it. I knew their mere presence was a sign of a dire emergency. They were doing what firemen do. What they seem to be created for. What their hearts must be pumping through their arteries and veins. . .the need to rescue and to save lives. . .just like the DIVINE FIREMAN.
The two in our cottage were committed to save my Mom’s life; but in spite of everything they could do, she died in the 
emergency room at the hospital. She had suffered a cerebral brain hemorrhage and there was nothing anyone could do. Yet the fireman’s words today, “God will see us through this,” is a comfort to me right now, even as my heart is sad, reliving the tragedy of losing my Mom. There’s a scent of flowers in the air. It’s my Lily, spreading the Fragrance of more knowledge of Him, the Rose of Sharon.
“Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn like a dove. My eyes fail so I cannot see Him or have hope. O Lord, I am oppressed and I am full of anguish. Undertake for me. . .You will recover me and make me to live.”
I am oppressed. I am full of anguish. So often are the sheep speaking these words. Too often it seems, sometimes. The word “oppress”, comes from the archaic Scottish word “oopress”, meaning. . . uniting the heart with a tragedy and binding it to the misery created by it. And to make matters seemingly worse, Faith seems to disappear in the darkness and there is no sign of Hope. All that remains is despair and the utter sense of complete helplessness.
Even though I grew up in a religious world, I was totally unacquainted with the real meaning of words in the Bible. Others would translate them for me in a sermon or in a book, or through some casual conversation with someone who appeared to be spiritually mature. . .just a shadow of the Real Thing. You should see all the donkey smiles on the faces of the lilies and the Dumbos, and all of the others at the meeting today. One of the newbie firemen is standing up with the Big Book in his hand, ready to read something Good to us.
“When He, the Spirit of Truth has come into your soul, He will guide you into all Truth. He will teach you the Secrets in My Words. He will show you everything you need to know. You will see everything that belongs to Me, that I have now given to you as a gift.”
“Undertake for me”. The word, “undertake” was written in the Hebrew language of the Old Testament. The Secret meaning of it is, “to braid together; to inter-mix; to give oneself as security for the fulfillment of the task; to engage in an activity for another; to pledge oneself to perform the work at hand; to undertake for another; be the substitute.”
“You have enlarged my feet under me, so that they would not slip into total disaster. You have surrounded me with Your strength for the battle ahead; You have subdued under me, those troubles that rise up against me. . .as we walk through the fires, we will not be burned, for You will carry us safely through them. We will come forth as Gold.
He that dwells in the Secret Place of the Most High SHALL LIVE under the shadow of His wings; I will say of the Lord, He is my Refuge and Fortress. In His Power and Might, I will trust. . .He WILL undertake all things for me.”
“God will see us through this.” He sees the beginning and the end. He sees what He has authored for His children. He has made sure that all things will serve them. All things will work together for their good. All things will prove, in the end, to be Blessings in disguise. He undertakes all things for the little flock.
Freely given. Freely received. Free to all firemen.
A Good Moment 