Proverbs 15:30 AV “The light of the eyes rejoiceth the heart: and a good report maketh the bones fat.”
How does a gourmet chef feel when he is eating food prepared by another gourmet chef? Is there immense pleasure in the product (good tasting food) or is the pleasure diminished by the chef not being part of the process?
Here is the back story.
Desiree was down for the weekend. As we were drifting through the evening yesterday, she asked how many veins of ore I had open these days. My instant answer was, “A lot.”
I enumerated a few, then during a lull in the conversation I felt a sadness settling over me. I probed, trying to find out why that very legitimate, welcome question should provoke sadness.
The punch line is that I have not had much time to study for months. We knew my schedule had gotten tweaked a while back but could not figure out what principle I had violated to allow it, nor could I seem to rein it in.
Recently we found which rock the varmint was hiding under: a piece of land we have been working on for a few months.
As I was digging into the history of that region, we discovered some really warped time dynamics going back millennia. This is like nothing I have ever seen before. We don’t even have language or a paradigm for what this bad boy is all about, except that the control of time in inexorable, in that occult context.
And this is what I have been experiencing. On a day to day basis, I am making the only right decisions. No brainers. The progression of the day is inexorable. But looking at the big picture, something is terribly wrong.
So take yesterday. It was my first Saturday home in a while. I am all rested up from the jet lag. I got all caught up on my e-mails. I was sooooooooooooo looking forward to a day alone with my books, drifting joyously in research that was not objective-driven.
Desiree announced that she was coming down from Sacramento for the weekend. Always good news. We allocated Saturday morning to go to a funky little Mercy restaurant (that could really use a business eval) and had a fun, slow, getting-caught-up breakfast together. In retrospect, no regrets.
When I got to the office, all geared up to dial down and find the creative/discovery/drifting channel, there was an emergency call from one of my peeps who was in acute distress. She had some weird stuff happening this week, and it all came unraveled on Saturday.
I called back. It was ugly. We spent hours in crisis management, but in the end, there was astounding victory. Today she is in wonderful shape. In retrospect, should I have told her to just soak in her misery until Monday? Not really. On the one hand, no regrets. On the other hand, something inexorable controlling my schedule.
By the time victory was in hand, I was deeply in warfare mode, analyzing the battle field, searching for available resources, weaving together principles in new ways. Even after the battle was over, my body was still flooded with adrenaline.
Getting back to the contemplative mode simply did not happen, although I gave it a good try.
And that is my last six months in a nutshell. My days and nights are defined by circumstances, not by planning.
In all of this, there have been astounding interventions from God making some very big things happen. Many very important things have gone forward in many ways. It is not that things are all bad. It is simply that God and the devil are in charge of my schedule, not me!!!!
We are very much of the opinion that there is a huge deposit from God in that land, and it is related to time. It has been defiled and co-opted, but God was there first. Somewhere in this wild, wacky ride we call SLG, there will be some significant payoff. But in the short run . . .
Meanwhile, Teacher is feeling quite sad over not having study time. And as soon as he shared that, there was guilt over his fussing because God has been amazing in giving revelation in the last six months. Truth after truth has been delivered on a silver platter. There are individual insights that have opened up whole veins of ore. The seminars have been dramatic for the revelation that flowed – and it wasn’t from my notes!
But, nonetheless, while I am fat with truth and new revelation, Teacher feels like a chef who is at the table and would prefer to be in the kitchen, digging stuff out on his own!
Normally these light prayers are large in scope. Today I am unashamedly asking for specific prayer for blessed, protected, anointed time for Teacher to do some digging! For his eyes to assiduously follow a trail and arrive at the buried treasure would bring great joy to my whole heart.
Copyright September 2014 by Arthur Burk
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