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STRENGTH FOR THE WEARY, THE FAINT, AND THE FORGOTTEN

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There are seasons in the life of every believer when the soul grows tired of waiting, when the heart grows faint, and when the mind begins to wonder what God is doing behind the scenes. Scripture does not hide this reality; it speaks directly to it. The command to strengthen what remains and is about to die is not a rebuke but a rescue — a divine hand reaching into the life of the weary saint who has been faithful longer than they thought they could endure. The fainthearted are not to be shamed; they are to be encouraged. The downcast are not to be dismissed; they are to be lifted. And the struggling believer is not to be told to try harder, but to be reminded that delay is not denial — it is the testing ground of faith.

THE PRESSURE OF DELAY AND THE TEMPTATION TO COMPROMISE

When Moses ascended Mount Sinai, he remained there forty days and forty nights. During that time, the people grew restless, anxious, and uncertain. Their fear gave birth to compromise. They said, “We do not know what has become of this Moses,” and in that single sentence the human heart is exposed. When God seems distant, the giants of compromise step forward — fear, anxiety, self‑reliance, impatience, and the desire to take matters into our own hands.

Israel did not build the golden calf because they were rebellious; they built it because they were afraid. They panicked in the silence. They misinterpreted the delay. And in their fear, they squandered what God had given them.

They left Egypt with abundance. Scripture says they departed with silver, gold, and garments — the wealth of the land placed into their hands by the favor of God. Yet in the wilderness, they melted that gold into an idol that could not save. What was meant to build their future was wasted in a single moment of fear. It is a sobering reminder that what God gives for the promised land can be lost in the panic of the wilderness.

THE FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN AND THE LONGING FOR EGYPT

Israel’s desire to return to Egypt was not a longing for comfort; it was a longing for predictability. Slavery was cruel, but at least tomorrow looked familiar. Freedom was glorious, but it required trust for a tomorrow they could not see. This is the greatest challenge to faith: not hardship, but uncertainty.

“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” (Hebrews 11:1)

It is the unseen part that tests us. It is the unknown that unnerves us. It is the silence that shakes us.

Jesus addressed this when He said:

“Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” (Matthew 6:34)

God intentionally gave Israel manna one day at a time. It was not a savings account. It was not a retirement plan. It was not security for the future. It was daily bread — enough for today, and only today.

“And having food and raiment let us be therewith content.” (1 Timothy 6:8)

Anxiety begins the moment we start looking beyond what God has given us for this day.

THE WISDOM OF ONE DAY AT A TIME

The human heart longs for certainty. We want to know that tomorrow is secure, that next week is stable, that next year is mapped out. Corporate leaders sketch five‑year plans. Financial advisors build retirement projections. But Jesus teaches us a different rhythm — a holy simplicity that refuses to borrow tomorrow’s fears.

Paul writes:

“Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.” (Philippians 4:6)

The word careful means anxious, pulled apart, divided in mind. God is not asking us to ignore reality; He is asking us to refuse anxiety. He is calling us to pray instead of panic, to give thanks instead of spiraling, to trust instead of forecasting disaster.

Peter echoes this when he says:

“Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.” (1 Peter 5:7)

We cast our cares because He cares. We release our burdens because He receives them. We let go of tomorrow because He already holds it.

Jesus Himself taught us to pray:

“Give us this day our daily bread.” (Matthew 6:11)

Not weekly bread. Not monthly bread. Not a five‑year supply. Daily bread.

This was not poetic language — it was intentional formation. Jesus was teaching us to live in the same rhythm God taught Israel in the wilderness. Manna was never meant to be stored. It was never meant to be saved. It was never meant to be hoarded. It was meant to be gathered fresh every morning, reminding the people that God’s faithfulness is renewed with the dawn.

And Jesus ties this directly to anxiety when He says:

“Take therefore no thought for the morrow… Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” (Matthew 6:34)

There is wisdom in one day at a time. There is peace in one day at a time. There is provision in one day at a time. There is strength in one day at a time.

Anxiety begins the moment we try to live in days God has not given us yet. Faith begins the moment we trust Him for the day we are in.

THE DELAYED ANSWER AND THE WAR IN THE INVISIBLE REALM

The verse that ties this entire message together is found in Daniel’s prayer. When Daniel sought the Lord, the angel told him:

“From the first day that thou didst set thine heart to understand… thy words were heard… but the prince of the kingdom of Persia withstood me one and twenty days.” (Daniel 10:12–13)

Heaven moved the moment Daniel prayed. The answer was dispatched immediately. The delay was not denial; it was warfare. The silence was not absence; it was resistance. The struggle was not personal; it was spiritual.

This is what the weary saint must understand: your prayer was heard the first day. Your answer is already in motion. Your delay is not God ignoring you — it is the enemy resisting what God has already released.

THE CALL TO THE FAINTHEARTED: DO NOT LOSE HEART

Paul wrote:

“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.” (Galatians 6:9)

Weariness is not failure; it is evidence that you have been faithful. The fainthearted are not to be warned but encouraged. The weak are not to be pushed but supported.

“Wherefore lift up the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees.” (Hebrews 12:12)

God does not despise the weary; He strengthens them. He does not shame the faint; He upholds them.

“But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles.” (Isaiah 40:31)

Even the strong grow weary. Even the young faint. Even the gifted burn out. But the eagle does not rise by flapping harder; it rises by waiting for the wind. Waiting is not inactivity — it is alignment.

THE WORD TO THE ONE WHO IS ABOUT TO FAINT

To the saint who feels forgotten, discarded, or overlooked… to the believer who has prayed and heard nothing… to the one who has waited and seen no change… to the heart that is tired of hoping… hear this.

You are not abandoned. You are not ignored. You are not invisible. You are not failing. You are not forgotten.

Delay is not denial. Silence is not absence. Waiting is not wasting. And fainting is not falling away.

God is working in the unseen. He is fighting battles you cannot see. He is moving in ways you cannot measure. He is preparing answers you cannot imagine.

Strengthen what remains. Hold fast to what is alive. Do not throw away your confidence. Do not surrender your hope. Do not bow to the giants of compromise.

Your God is coming. Your answer is on the way. Your strength is being renewed. Your faith is being refined. Your future is being prepared.

And when the wind of God lifts you again, you will rise higher than you ever thought possible.

Grandma’s Apple Pie

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I loved my grandma’s apple pies. To me there was nothing better than a fresh hot apple pie straight from the oven, covered with vanilla ice cream and eaten while it was still warm. Mmm Mmm good!

My grandparents lived in a simple house at the end of the road behind the now closed steel plant from which my grandfather had retired years earlier. The small fenced yard sprouted several large maple trees which provided cooling shade during a hot summer day. Also within the confines of that tiny yard was the huge Granny Smith apple tree, a sickle pear tree, and even a plum tree. Right outside the fence line was the neighbors Bing Cherry tree which every year produced thousands of dark red cherries. The eating kind.

Now you know why I loved grandma’s apple pie. The fruit came fresh from the tree in the backyard. I remember she would always bake one or two small pies just for us kids when she was baking the larger ones for herself and the neighbors.

O taste and see that the LORD is good! Happy is the man who takes refuge in him!  Psalms 34:8 (RSV)

The smell of those pies filled the whole house and we could not wait until they came out of the oven to sink or teeth into those sweet desserts. Grandma made the best apple pies! I can tell you that my grandmother’s apple pies were the best on the planet but unless you actually tasted one you would never know how good they really where. I have eaten many an apple pie since my grandmother passed away but I have yet to find one that compares to those hot apple pies grandma made.

That is how it is with God as well. We need to catch a whiff of God’s goodness, we need to acquire a taste for the Lord. We need an enticement to sample the Lord’s offerings. But once we do, we taste and see how good the Lord is!

16 You will know them by their fruits. Are grapes gathered from thorns, or figs from thistles 17 So, every sound tree bears good fruit, but the bad tree bears evil fruit.18 A sound tree cannot bear evil fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit. 19 Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. 20 Thus you will know them by their fruits. Matt 7:16-20 (RSV)

As good as the fruit was from those trees in my grandparent’s back yard they were not able to satisfy the emptiness that resided within me. From a wide-eyed little boy running around grandma’s backyard until I became a young adult there was an emptiness that not even an apple pie could fill.

My life produced one bad crop after another until I finally got to the point where I needed to find another way of living. The crops I kept planting in my life were only producing weeds. Nothing about my life was working out the way I hoped they would. My tree of life was not producing any good fruit, and I knew it!

3 As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. Song 2:3 (RSV)

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Just like grandma’s apple pie and sweet sickle pears that grew on the tree in her backyard, accepting Christ into my life was the sweetest thing that I had ever experienced. I tasted of the good fruit of heaven and found it totally satisfying. The tree of life held the sweetest fruit I had ever eaten. Not only was the fruit good to eat, but it also produced a good crop within me, and thusly started to produce good works around me. My life had been changed for the good! Thanks be to God!

The ingredients in grandma’s apple pie made for a good dessert but the ingredients in the Lord’s spirit made for a great life. Oh taste and see that the Lord is good and then go advertise His fruit offerings. Set up a fruit stand in your neighborhood and allow others to taste of God’s heavenly fruit. Introduce others to the life giving fruit of the Spirit of God. I pray that the sweet aroma of God’s love will waft through your neighborhood and others will want to try out what you have cooking inside your heart. That is how evangelism works. You get Jesus on the inside and He works on the outside drawing others toward Himself as they see how good He is to you by the good fruit your life is producing.

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My grandparents are long gone as well as that tiny house they once lived in. The fruit trees are no longer producing fruit and that chapter of my life has come to an end. But the joy of knowing the Lord will live on through eternity. Granny smith apples and sickle pears are good but the fruit the Lord produces is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Now that is good eating! Bon Appetit!

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Stop, Look and Listen

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train2Today as I was coming down the hill into town, I almost ran into the side of a car turning left. I stopped to ask the lady who was driving the other car why she turned directly in front of me. Her response led me to this subject. She said she thought I had a stop sign so she immediately turned, assuming I would be stopping and not continue down the hill.

From her vantage point she saw the back side of a railroad crossing sign and thought it was a stop sign. From the placement of the sign at the corner of the street where she was turning left, she easily mistook the railroad crossing sign for a stop sign. Although the two signs do not look alike, in a spur of the moment, instant decision, I can see how she made the mistake of assuming it was a stop sign. That being said she did ignore the other rules of safe driving by not making sure the approaching vehicle actually stopped before attempting to turn in front of it. Had she waited patiently, she would have seen my vehicle was not going to stop and the near miss we had would have been avoided altogether.

I was thankful that my van did not have anti-lock brakes, for if it had, I doubt I would have been able to stop quickly enough to avoid hitting the rear of the turning car. As it turned out I missed hitting her completely.

It really was interesting that the sign this lady mistook for a stop sign was actuallyrr crossing signs a railroad crossing sign, indicating a railroad crossing where you better STOP, LOOK, and LISTEN for an oncoming train. If you get hit by a train it is not likely you will escape serious injury. You may even face death.

How many actually take the time to stop, look, and listen? I mean today with the red flashing lights at most railroad crossings, we cross the tracks without hardly a look to one side let alone both sides. Remember when we were young and our mothers would tell us to look both ways before crossing the street? Do you still do that today with those crossing lights flashing on the city street corners? Have we taken the signs for granted? Are we too much in a hurry to actually take time to stop, look, and listen?

How many times have we made snap decisions that have come back to cause us harm? How many times can you recall mistaking a sign to mean one thing when in reality it meant something entirely different? Have you, like me, ever had one of those times when you totally misunderstood something someone was trying to say?

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It is not hard to misinterpret signs, and intent of others when we are not fully cognizant of our surroundings. We see but we do not comprehend, we hear but do not fully listen to the intent and meaning behind what we hear and we are too busy or too stressed to relax enough to respond with other than a knee-jerk reaction. We do not take the time to fully listen before we respond. Continue reading “Stop, Look and Listen” →