I’ve been called worse. Much worse. One unrepentant church attender labels me the anti-christ in a letter to the elders, who wisely usher him out the back door, so to speak. In another church, someone compares me to President Richard Nixon who resigns after threats of impeachment, suggesting that I do much the same. Resign, that is.
But slinging mud my way for being an ‘old sap’ seems a tad childish. You know about sticks and stones breaking bones but those blasted, shoddy downer names never hurting. Baloney and balderdash. Those jagged verbal stones stick in our minds and hearts better than using Gorilla glue.
Psalm 92 prescribes good medicine. An antidote for disparaging my good name, while having no toxic side effects. No insurance co-pay. Just what’s needed. The right dosage. Take as much as you want. You’ll feel much better.
After initial praise to God, we’re reassured that His enemies will exit as quickly as grass which grows, dies, and blows away (v. 7). But for those of us who have trusted in Jesus for salvation, we’re like palm trees and cedars of Lebanon (v.12). Unlike grass, trees take a lot of time to grow. Roots dig down deep, garnering needed nourishment, strength, and stability.
Trees can live for decades…centuries…and some for millennia. Hear God’s promises to those who stay close to Him in this life–‘The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God. They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green, to declare that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him’ (Ps. 92: 12-15). See? The old sap still flows for Him!
That’s true for many of you. All? I wouldn’t know. But I do know that someone crafts amazing scarves and patterns for Him. Another teaches the Bible to a group that meets weekly in a home setting. A couple sells glass creations at a local farmer’s market where they shine Jesus’ love. Another couple assists at their church’s drug and alcohol recovery program. Another knits baby clothing for couples burying their miscarried and stillborn children, giving them a respectful and loving burial. A young woman copies these weekly devotionals for those in her church.
These are all saps…for Jesus! Green and fresh, lively sharing their Lord with others. At whatever age. So, go ahead. Call me an old sap. I don’t mind. In Jesus, quite the compliment!
And you? Time to get off your duff for the Master? Think about it. No supply-chain shortage of needy people. Inflation adds to their numbers. International tensions rack up terrible gains. What’s lacking? Only willing, able, and loving workers. Who brings good news of Jesus. Of hope and help. Is that you?
For a life worth living, we thank you, Jesus. Amen.