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PROVISIONS FOR OUR JOURNEY ~ Jack Albright

In shady, green pastures, so rich and so sweet God leads His dear children along. Where the water’s cool flow bathes the weary one’s feet, God leads His dear children along.

Some through the waters, some through the flood. Some through the fire, but all through the blood. Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song. In the night season and all the day long.

Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright, God leads His dear children along. Sometimes in the valley, in darkest of night God leads His dear children along. Though sorrows befall us and evils oppose God leads his dear children along.

While I was working through my abyss of illness and depression in the loving care of Atchison Senior Village, someone asked, “What part did faith have in your healing?”

Quite honestly I was not able to give a ready answer. The question was as ludicrous as if they had asked, “What part did breathing play in your struggle with death?”

Actually faith did not create a special, unique, dramatic, earth quaking part in my healing. Faith did not produce a magical or miraculous “sudden turn of events.” I did not pray a special prayer, or perform a special act that caused spectacular healing activity.

My faith was always present in power that blended naturally with my heart beating and my lungs inhaling and exhaling life-giving air.

Faith is not to be idolized like a mounted spare tire on the hood of an automobile. Rather faith is similar to a properly inflated and properly place spare tire that is ready at any moment to replace any of the four other tires and restore balance of the automobile.

God has marvelously continued to heal and strengthen me at my home. I recently celebrated my ninetieth birthday with a house filled with family and friends.

I have been honored, blessed, and challenged by an invitation to return to Atchison Senior Village and lead in a worship service on Sunday May 20, at 1 PM. Visitors are welcome.

As I have prepared to worship with the residents, I wonder what it will be like to return to the environment where I was so desperately ill?

This is an issue that many people have as they return to the church building where the funeral of their loved one was conducted.

I have given serious thought as to how I will respond when I join my friends in a worship service.

I have seriously tried to make a firm psychological distinction between my abyss (my illness and depression) and the facility itself.

When I was a boy I had my tonsils removed and ether put me to sleep. For several years I refused to enter a hospital for fear of smelling ether.

I have assured myself the Village itself is not and was not my abyss. Not only did it not cause my abyss, but also was the place where I was lovingly nurtured in regaining my strength and health. They actually helped to lift me safely out of my miry pit.

I look forwarding to joining the wonderful people who were my traveling companions for two months.

“I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined his ear to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure. He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord. Psalms 40: 1-3

 

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