Under His Wings

This picture has been floating around the internet for a couple of years, and I’m not sure where it belongs or who was the original photographer. It’s a classic example of a picture speaking 1000 words, but what is it saying? Is it about protection? Or maybe mother-love? Possibly mentoring? Or patiently waiting? Maybe listening to our elders? Or a willingness to accept protection from someone else?

Under winged protection

When I first saw it, my mind linked up with something Jesus said about the Jews who’d rejected him and his message. His moving statement occurred during the last week of his life when he was already in Jerusalem to sacrifice himself for the sins of mankind. With a heavy heart he faced imminent torture and death, but that didn’t stop him from engaging in a major confrontation with a group of Pharisees who were continuing to harass him, bating him as always.

With intense emotion he squared off with them, detailing their wickedness at  length and calling them hypocrites, snakes, and murderers, condemning them, describing them as greedy, blind, lawless, and self-indulgent. His righteous fury ended with a damning judgment, telling them they wouldn’t escape hell.

Yet even after all of that, his heart was breaking for their souls. His love for these enemies hadn’t wavered even slightly, despite their vindictiveness toward him. It’s at that very moment he spoke the words I thought of when I saw the above bird picture:

“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones God’s messengers! How often I have wanted to gather your children together as a hen protects her chicks beneath her wings, but you wouldn’t let me.” (Matthew 23:37)

I find this extraordinary. It’s possible that a tear might even have been sliding down his cheek as his heart broke over the Pharisees. After all the hatred they’d shown him, and after he’d poured out the truth of their wickedness, his dominating emotion was love.

When I was a child we sang a hymn called “Under His Wings:”

Under His wings I am safely abiding,
Though the night deepens and tempests are wild,
Still I can trust Him; I know He will keep me,
He has redeemed me, and I am His child.

It was a comforting picture of the protection God offers, not necessarily physical protection but protection for our souls, both while on earth and later when in heaven. The birds above symbolize it beautifully, and Jesus spent his ministry offering that same protection to anyone who was willing, even the Pharisees. But as he said himself, they weren’t willing.

“Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy! I look to you for protection. I will hide beneath the shadow of your wings until the danger passes by.” (Psalm 57:1)

Thinking on It

Iced TeaLast weekend while climbing the stairs with my arms full of books, shoes, and a bottle of iced tea, I noticed a dirty baseboard and bent down to swipe it with my sleeve. The bottle slipped from my arms and flew down the steps, banging left and right. Its lid popped off, and the tea poured over a neatly folded pile of clean sheets waiting on a lower step to be brought upstairs.

It then continued on down, drenching the carpeted steps and landing on a floor register at the bottom, where it poured the last of its contents into the duct-work.

Natural PB

The next day I was again on the stairs, this time heading to the basement to put extra groceries on our pseudo-pantry shelves down there. Though my arms were overloaded, everything was non-breakable except one item, the glass peanut butter jar riding atop the rest.

When I reached up to pull a light chain, it rolled off the pile and landed on the concrete floor. The jar shattered, mixing slivers of glass, PB, and peanut oil from the “all natural” brand I’d bought.

Two messes in two days. Surely God was trying to tell me something, but what? Not to overload my arms? To be willing to make several trips? To put things in bags before heading to the stairs?

That morning in my devotions I’d gotten the word “ponder” several times. I’d even written it down and prayed over it. Then that afternoon, while cleaning up my basement mess with a soapy rag, it came to me. God wants me to thoroughly ponder him without racing through my devotions.

My rushing around causing two accidents was his way of saying, “See how all that hurrying isn’t working? Don’t do that with Me.”

Instead he wants me to carefully, deliberately ponder everything about him and also the things he’s trying to teach me.

This morning in my devotions he wanted me to ponder pondering. Wanting to obey, I looked it up. It means to reflect, meditate, ruminate, weigh carefully, consider thoughtfully, think about deeply.

Wow. Pondering takes time! When I open my bible or approach him in prayer hoping to get something good out of it, I need to give him my full attention. That means finding a private place to meet with him, yanking my mind from the day just ahead, and turning off my phone. It also means opening my heart to whatever he wants to give, which might include stuff that’s hard to take, like conviction of sin.

Check it off!

To approach the Lord in a rush, hoping he’ll load me up with goodies after just a brief meeting is the opposite of pondering. That’s more like checking a box.

But coming to reflect, meditate,  ruminate, weigh carefully, consider thoughtfully, and think deeply is to guarantee significant blessings.

I might even be able to bless him back! And how nice to know that none of those goodies can ever spill or shatter.

“They received the word with all eagerness, examining the Scriptures daily to see if these things were so.” (Acts 17:11)

Helping the Needy

Most of us can remember a time when we’ve needed the help of someone else, which can be a humbling experience. I well remember a time when the recipient of help was me.

Linnea en route.

In 1977 when Nate and I were expecting baby #3, I was having a hard time. Pregnancies #1 and #2 had been problem-free, but the third had presented a new problem: varicose veins. The OB sent me to a specialist, who looked at my swollen legs, crossed his arms and said, “Stay off your feet, or I’ll have to put you in a bed.” (Nelson was 4 at the time, Lars was 2, and I was on my feet most of every day.)

Before I left his office, he applied compression bandages to my legs, gave me a prescription for heavy custom-made stockings, and sent me home to put my feet up. When I gave the details to Nate, he just shook his head and grimaced, not knowing how we would make it through.

Rolled poster

Several days later, I was working a shift in the church nursery when several girlfriends arrived at the door carrying a rolled-up poster. “For you,” Miriam said, handing it to me. “We want to help.”

I couldn’t imagine what she meant, but when I unrolled it, I saw a giant calendar that included every remaining week of my pregnancy, plus one more. A different friend’s name was written on each week. “We’re going to do all your household chores for you,” Miriam said, “one of us each week.”

I couldn’t believe it! Each of them had babies and toddlers of their own, along with chore lists, families, and houses to tend to. I responded by blubbering, “Oh, you don’t have to do that! I’ll be fine!” But they said, “It’s not up for negotiation. Like it or not, we’re coming.”

The Helpers

I’ve never forgotten their touching gift, and Nate was deeply grateful, too. Their hard work on our behalf also made an impression on our young boys, and most importantly, God appreciated it.

Scripture tells us that whenever someone helps the needy, God is pleased. Not only that, but he lines up special blessings for those helpers. And there’s more. He makes careful note of their work, preparing lavish rewards for them that will last throughout eternity.

My girlfriends followed through on their chart, arriving at my house according to their scheduled times. They kept my home and family running better than I ever had, and if that wasn’t enough, each week the scheduled worker brought dinner for that evening.

And now we're three.

Baby Linnea eventually arrived safely, and several months after her birth, my veins were corrected through surgery. And the bottom line for my friends? The effects of their good deeds will literally last forever.

“Always work enthusiastically for the Lord, for you know that nothing you do for the Lord is ever useless.” (1 Corinthians 15:58)