Devotions Archive Archive: 1999 | 2000 | 2001 | 2002 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021 | 2022 | 2023 | 2024 Search Archive Print This Article Safe to play Sunday, December 5, 2010 Isaiah 11:8-9 The baby shall play by the cobra's den, and the child lay his hand on the adder's lair. There shall be no harm or ruin on all my holy mountain; for the earth shall be filled with knowledge of the Lord, as water covers the sea. What makes this place safe for me safe to play safe to say Hooray! how far can I go can I explore and trust the world? of course I want to go beyond the fence of course I see blue sky on the horizon, what's beyond? my compass keeps me straight, keeps me safe? So much of my fate belongs to others, to their words, their actions, their desires. I can choose to trust them, of course. Maybe that's all I can really choose. Anything else turns back on me and bites me, helps me die. trust a cobra, why? trust the adder's touch, snaky scary touch why not? There is a way to live so that physical death loses its sting. What Isaiah calls the "knowledge of the Lord" becomes more natural than breathing, more ME than my own skin. Is there any better goal, any higher purpose than to stretch out for that? I don't think so, Lord. Give me courage. Unknown noises in the night. Dark water threatens to cover me. Let me swim to meet you. "; Add      Edit    Delete