Tuesday, May 4, 2021

The Fourth Man In the Fire

 Jerry, Buddy & Zoomer

We learned this spirited song from a Johnny Cash album (the long-deleted "Strawberry Cake") and it was a staple of our repertoire for years. The story it tells is from the third chapter of the book of Daniel. The lyrics are:

Here is a story from the Bible we should know
A story about Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego
We hope that you'll find courage when temptations you might meet
For there's somebody watching who'll be strong when you're weak

They wouldn't bend
They held on to the will of God so we are told
They wouldn't bow
They would not bow their knees to the idols made of gold
They wouldn't burn
They were protected by the Fourth Man in the fire
They wouldn't bend, they wouldn't bow, they wouldn't burn

Now the prophet Daniel tells about three men who walked with God
Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego
Before the wicked king they stood
Now the king commanded them bound and thrown into the fires that day
But the fire was so hot that the men were slain that pushed them on their way

They wouldn't bend
They held on to the will of God so we are told
They wouldn't bow
They would not bow their knees to the idols made of gold
They wouldn't burn
They were protected by the Fourth Man in the fire
They wouldn't bend, they wouldn't bow, they wouldn't burn

Now the three were cast in and the king rose up to witness their awful fate
He began to tremble at what he saw
In astonished tones he spake
Did we not cast three men bound into the midst of the fire
Well I believe I see four men unhurt, unbound and walkin' down there

I see Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
In the fiery coals they trod
But the form of the Fourth Man that I see is like the Son of God

They wouldn't bend
They held on to the will of God so we are told
They wouldn't bow
They would not bow their knees to the idols made of gold
They wouldn't burn
They were protected by the Fourth Man in the fire
They wouldn't bend, they wouldn't bow, they wouldn't burn

There Is A Fountain

From the album "Roadhouse"

Zoomer Roberts: vocals
Buddy Winston: guitar
Steve Smith: mandola

This is yet another track from the "Roadhouse" sessions. It was my good fortune to have Steve Smith play mandola on it. Steve is a good improviser, but I wanted him to play melody in an old-fashioned way. He gave me exactly what I wanted, but it took a few tries. Playing simply is difficult!

Around this same time, Buddy told a woman at an Applejack gig that we were recording some hymns. "How nice!" she chirped. "Is it 'Amazing grace, how sweet the sound?' " She said the words with a lilt, almost singing them.

"No," I replied dryly, "it's 'There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel's veins.' "

"That's disgusting!" She curled her lips as though the crucifixion were a Stephen King creation.

There Is a Fountain
William Cowper, pub.1772
American melody, pub.1874

There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains:

Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away:

Wash all my sins away,
Wash all my sins away;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

When this poor, lisping, stamm’ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save:

I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save,
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save;
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save.

Peace In the Valley

Zoomer Roberts: vocal & guitar
rec. 1 May 1982

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Apostle Paul Blues

Written by Zoomer Roberts
Guitar: Buddy Winston
Vocal and harp: Zoomer Roberts
Recorded 7 July 2018

They call me Apostle Paul, I'm a man of God
I've been stoned and shipwrecked, and I've been beat with rods
I got a hundred and ninety-five lashes from the Jews
The Apostle Paul is a better man than you

I was with St. Stephen when he drew his last breath
I stood there and held his clothes while they stoned him to death
He asked me nicely. How could I refuse?
The Apostle Paul is a better man than you

On the road to old Damascus, I was blinded suddenly
I heard Jesus say "Why dost thou persecuteth me?"
Then He opened up my eyes and changed my views
The Apostle Paul is a better man than you

I met a boy named Timothy when I got back my vision
I said, "You can be a preacher too if you get a circumcision"
And soon we had 'em sittin' in the pews
The Apostle Paul is a better man than you

I write great, long epistles everywhere I go
It takes me twenty pages just to say hello
And twenty more to tell you what to do
The Apostle Paul is a better man than you

I went to a Grecian bath house, the place was full of goys
I didn't see no women there, all the men was shaggin' boys
I said, Grab a towel and I'll preach you the Good News"
The Apostle Paul is a better man than you

Well I went down to the tabernacle just the other night
I saw a woman preachin' and I said, "Keep your women quiet!"
Then she hauled off and gave me such a bruise
The Apostle Paul is a better man than you

They call me Apostle Paul, I'm a man of God
I've been stoned and shipwrecked, and I've been beat with rods
I got a hundred and ninety-five lashes from the Jews
The Apostle Paul is a better man than you!

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Zoomer's Sermon of 27 October 2001 ~ "Here It Comes Again"

Ecclesiastes 3
01] To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
02] A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
03] A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
04] A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
05] A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
06] A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
07] A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
08] A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Luke 13
01] At that very time there were some present who told him about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices.
02] He asked them, "Do you think that because these Galileans suffered in this way they were worse sinners than all other Galileans?
03] No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish as they did.
04] Or those eighteen who were killed when the tower of Siloam fell on them-do you think that they were worse offenders than all the others living in Jerusalem?
05] No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did."


Those of us who have been around for a few years have at least one thing in common: not much surprises us anymore. We've found out that our parents were pretty much right about most things.

For example, I remember one occasion during the late 1960s, when the war in Viet Nam was going full tilt: I tried spouting the Peace And Love Brother rhetoric of the day to my mother. She was born in 1915 and one of her earliest memories is of the soldiers coming home from World War I, and she gave me a reality check: as far back as she could remember there had always been a war. WWI, WWII, Korea. From HER parents and HER history lessons she learned of the Spanish-American War. From her grandparents she heard of the Civil War--or, if you prefer, the War Between the States, the Rebellion, the War of Northern Aggression or the Recent Unpleasantness. These, of course, are just some well-known American wars from the last hundred and fifty years. She went on to say that the Bible is teeming with stories of wars.

I thought she didn't know anything. All you have to do is not fight, I said. She replied firmly that life IS a fight. I didn't comprehend that at all. I had never had to fight--for anything--and I didn't see how the murky past had anything to do with the here and now. Many lessons lay ahead...

Many years later, when my father passed away, I experienced a moment of enlightenment in my grief--an epiphany: what I was experiencing that day was something my father had experienced back in 1947 when he lost HIS father. It had been experienced in every family and every household since the beginning of time. It was universal--and inevitable. And I remembered words he had once said to me: "Boy, you're gonna find as you go through life that it's one thing after another." That's a paraphrase--his actual words were considerably earthier and not intended for the pulpit. But it boils down to this: there is ALWAYS something to contend with.

Today's Old Testament reading was put to music by folksinger Pete Seeger and was a hit for the Byrds back in the mid-'60s. Back then I took it as a pacifist sentiment: "a time for peace, I swear it's not too late." Since then I've found that in order to REALLY learn about a song, you have to go back to the original rendition, which in this case is the Bible. Exactly what is Solomom--in all his wisdom--saying to us? Well, he's resigned himself to the inevitability of both good and bad things happening during the course of one's life, and for this reason some people say he's a cynic. Granted, he's not very encouraging in the "rah-rah" sense of the word, but it's heartening to know that what we're going through now is pretty much the same rigamarole our predecessors went through before us.

The last time I preached here, I was asked if I ever got depressed. The answer is "yes." I think all of us have our dark moments, especially since the events of September the 11th. I've heard it said that you can only be ecstatically happy if you are totally oblivious to what's going on in the world. We all know what's going on--both here and abroad--and it's a grim scene. There's a war on and people are dying. Our mail has been contaminated and our security has been breached. Towers have fallen on the innocent.

But just as times of peace end with the next war, so the current war will end with the next time of peace--although war and peace are always localized things. There's always somebody somewhere fighting over something: religion, politics, land, oil, greed, revenge, hatred. And whatever the root cause may be, everybody involved invokes the name of Almighty God and claims His endorsement. Right now, while we're all singing "God Bless America," a Jihad--a Holy War--has been declared on us.

Balancing the physical and spiritual aspects of life can get confusing--and complicated. Has anybody ever seen the film, "Sergeant York," starring Gary Cooper? Alvin York lived way back in the country and belonged to a fundamentalist church. When World War II broke out and his draft notice came, he sought exemption as a conscientious objector--only to discover that the United States Government didn't recognize his denomination! He retreats to the mountainside with his Bible to ponder his dilemna: "The Book is ag'in' killin,' and war is killin', so war is ag'in' the Book." He finds the resolution to this enigma at the other end of the Bible, in the words of Jesus, (which he takes out of context):  "Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s; and unto God the things that are God’s." (Matthew 22:21) Alvin York joins the Army, goes to Germany, kills just enough of an enemy platoon to let it be known he means business, and brings the rest of them in alive. He returns to the hills a reluctant hero, and resumes his quiet life.

Today's reading tells us that life is seasonal, that some things come and go and come back again; that what goes up must come down; that everything passes. And like the seasons, there are beginnings and endings to everything--even us. Especially us! As every spring the birds come out and sing, it's always a new generation of birds. 

One of the most important lessons I have ever learned came from yet another Gary Cooper movie, "The Pride of the Yankees." Since the World Series is going on, this seems like a good time to bring this up. It's the story of Lou Gehrig, the "Iron Horse," who played in 2,130 consecutive games before his career was halted by the debilitating disease which now bears his name. I took particular interest in this movie because for years I was mis-diagnosed with the same illness. At the end of the picture, Lou Gehrig gives his famous farewell speech, in which he calls himself the "luckiest man in the world;" and as he leaves the field the umpire calls out, "Play ball!" The game goes on without him.

Mark Twain once said that the reason we rejoice at the birth of a child and grieve at the passing of an old person is because we're not the one involved.

And according to The Beatles, "life goes on within you--and without you."

It's amazing to me that in the many centuries that have passed since Bible days, the only thing that's REALLY different about us is the technology. We can spot you from space and use a computer to aim a missile directly at you--unless you're in a cave. 

In today's New Testament reading, Jesus hears news of Pilate--yes, THAT Pilate--mingling Galileans' blood with their sacrifices. Did they die because they were worse than other Galileans? No. According the historian Josephus, the Galileans, who were under the jurisdiction of Herod, were a rowdy and seditious lot; and they probably created enough of an uproar at one of the great feasts at Jerusalem to give Pilate--who was Herod's mortal enemy--an excuse to go in kill a few of them.

Jesus tells His listeners that it could happen to them, too, if they don't repent. And then He says, "those eighteen who were killed when the tower of Siloam fell on them--do you think that they were worse offenders than all the others living in Jerusalem?" No, but if you don't repent, a tower might fall on you, too. It seems that buildings fall on the just and the unjust.

Every joy, every blessing, everything good that comes our way is a gift from God. The darker side of life is a lot more difficult to comprehend--we tend to think that anything bad that happens to us is punishment for some real or imagined moral crime. Indeed, a well-known evangelist blamed the attacks of 9/11 on America's sexual behaviour. And some people think the AIDS epidemic is a manifestation of God's wrath; never mind that babies are being born with it. Being a color commentator for God is risky business.

In John 9 we read:
01] ...as Jesus passed by, he saw a man which was blind from his birth.
02] And his disciples asked him, saying, Master, who did sin, this man, or his parents, that he was born blind?
03] Jesus answered, Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him.

Now, the asking of this question, "Who did sin, this man, or his parents...?" indicates belief in the doctrine of transmigration: that physical problems in this life are punishment for sins committed in a previous life. It was a widely held belief in those days that marks on the body were indicative of a sinful soul--yours or your parents'.

But our Lord's answer is, "Neither." Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents. This man's blindness has happened in the ordinary course of Divine providence to be the instrument of salvation to his soul, edification to others, and glory to God.

I can identify with this passage. I tend to think that what has happened to me was God's way of getting my attention. When I had two good hands, I was out in the honky-tonks every night, consuming massive quantities of beer and playing cheatin' songs on the electric guitar. Not that I think there's anything horribly wrong with beer or country music--that's not the point. The point is that I was doing absolutely nothing to help further the Kingdom of God. So a tower fell on me--sort of. And God pulled me from the rubble, dusted me off, and pointed me in the opposite direction. A time to pick and grin, and a time to proclaim the Good News.   

Life is a package deal: we don't get to pick and choose which joys and sorrows will confront us. We get them all. Always have, always will. And along with some really high highs we get some really low lows.

We can choose to dwell on half of the equation--either half--but that doesn't really work. The point is that everything is cyclical. There is an upside to every negative and a downside to every positive. Just as we can't mourn forever, so we can't dance forever. And just as hilarity subsides, so does sorrow. Without darkness there would be no light; without sorrow there would be no joy; without ugliness there would be no beauty; without evil there would be no goodness; without hatred there would be no love.

Among all these variables on our spiritual journey--our road of life--is one Eternal Constant: God's Love for us. The God of Solomon is our God today. The same Jesus who taught the masses and healed the sick is our Saviour today.

And if God is for us, who--or what--can be against us? To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.

Friday, July 6, 2018

Zoomer's sermon of 24 June 2018: "Forty Some-Odd"


(KJV) Genesis 7:12 And the rain was upon the earth forty days and forty nights.

My friends, the Word of the Lord.

Hope that Scripture wasn't too drawn-out and complicated for you! Sometimes you set out to write on a topic and discover you've bit off more than you can chew. I was going to list all the Bible stories that last for forty days -- or forty years. I was going to go into great depth about Noah and the Ark; Moses and the Children of Israel in the wilderness for forty years, and how their journey was spiritual as well as geographical; Jesus spending forty days in the wilderness and being tempted by Satan. I was going to extrapolate on them, compare them, discover the common denominator, and present the result to you as a revelation.

Well, it would have to be a book. Or a series of sermons. Because forty is in there a LOT!

When the Bible says forty, does it mean exactly forty? Well, sometimes the answer to a Bible question is "It depends on who you ask." Sometimes forty means "many." According to some scholars, Moses is said to have spent 40 years in the wilderness because that's about how long it would take for the original generation to die off and a new one to come up. It's probably "about" 40 years. Or maybe just "years!"

One of my 'guilty pleasures' is watching historical documentaries. The reasons are threefold: It's as close to a time machine as I'll ever get. I can witness events that happened before I even got here. I can listen to voices that fell silent long ago. History helps me to understand the present, and makes me realize that our idealized past wasn't all that ideal. [We have ugly, mud-slinging Presidential campaigns. So did Jefferson and Adams.] And best of all, we already know how history resolves itself. The North wins the Civil War. Lindbergh's plane makes it all the way to France. Glenn Miller's plane doesn't. The Allies defeat the Axis. Truman defeats Dewey. There's not much nail-biting involved.

Of course, any era segues into something else, and we always wind up in the present. We don't know how current events are going to play out...

Time is a funny thing. It can be arbitrary or precise. They hit us over the head with the importance of punctuality in school. If you weren't in your seat when the bell rang, you were TARDY! Your punishment was Detention! You had to stay there an hour later than you planned. Starting time was carved in marble. Time of departure was a variable. [Or at least that's the way it was in MY day, by cracky!]

Seemingly random approximations seem to dictate our own comings and goings. Always have. That's why we say things like "noonish."

Like the old joke about the sheriff in a small town who saw a stranger and decided to run him in for vagrancy:

Hey, stranger. Do you work?
Now and then.
Where?
Here and there.
What do you do?
This and that.
Well, you're goin' to jail.
When will I get out?
Sooner or later!

Anybody here ever had a doctor's appointment? Any of you show up at the right time, only to find yourself cooling your heels in the waiting room for a long time? Of course! We expect it! I'm not trying to denigrate doctors. They've saved my life at least three times. And they don't know who's gonna walk in with what or how much time they'll take up. So I always take a book. If I'm working on a sermon, I take a study Bible and pore over the footnotes. Otherwise, I'm inching my way through the Life of Ty Cobb. They tell you when to be there, but not when you'll be free to leave.

That's pretty much what God did to Noah. He told Noah when the rain would start, and how long it would go on, but He didn't say anything about how long he would have to stay in the ark. God didn't tell him how long it would take for the water to go down and for the ground to dry. [That's all spelled out in Chapter 8.]

Noah was in the ark for a year. He didn't have a book, either.

Our own crises are like that. God promises they'll pass, but He doesn't say when.

Noah found grace in the eyes of the LORD. God found him righteous. But what God gave Noah wasn't so much a kindness as it was a huge, unpleasant task. Noah's salvation was punishment. A year of hard work, discomfort, and frustration.

First, he had to build the ark to God's specifications [which are recorded in Genesis 6:13-16, if you want to read them]. The measurements are in Cubits, which is about the length of your forearm OR the distance from tip of your middle finger to bottom of your elbow. It is to be built out of gopher wood. How big was it? Oh, about the length of one-and-a-half football fields, and about four stories tall. It had three decks, and the decks had rooms. That's a lot of gopher wood!

I saw a film many years ago called In Search of Noah's Ark, wherein a model ship was built as per Biblical specs and placed in an aquarium. Guess what? It floated!

The Bible doesn't spell out the nature of life on that boat. It doesn't have to. Eight people, four couples. Wives, husbands and inlaws in each other's faces. It would've been like the Diary of Anne Frank in a floating farm. Noisy, smelly, sliding around, shoveling food, shoveling farm bi-products. Tension. Anxiety. In some versions of the story, Noah didn't sleep a wink the whole time he was in the ark.

There's a big difference between reading about it or watching it years after the fact and actually being in the middle of it as it unfolds. We can read the story of Noah with no anxiety or nail-biting because we know how it ends. Noah et al didn't. Neither did anybody not aboard the ark.

We all have periods of discomfort, grief, monumental tasks, infirmity, uncertainty. Times of trial, or testing, or searching, or waiting. We don't know how long it will last. Forty days? Forty years? A long time? A little while?

WE all have epiphanies -- realizations of truth or knowledge -- as we go through life. Scripture that manifests its meaning through our own experiences. Lessons learned.

The lesson we can learn from this old, old story is that God will not abandon us. [He promised not to flood the whole world again.] Just because our forty years feels like hard work and punishment, that doesn’t preclude it from being the work of God's grace in our lives. Things will get better. In His time. Amen.

Zoomer's sermon of 11 March 2018: "Stop It!"


James 4:1-3 (NRSV)  Those conflicts and disputes among you, where do they come from? Do they not come from your cravings that are at war within you? You want something and do not have it; so you commit murder. And you covet something and cannot obtain it; so you engage in disputes and conflicts. You do not have, because you do not ask. You ask and do not receive, because you ask wrongly, in order to spend what you get on your pleasures. [Here ends the reading]

James, James, the good ol' Book of James. Sometimes I think that everything we need to know is in the Book of James. That's not accurate of course, because James doesn't proclaim that Christ has come; that Jesus is Lord. We have to get that somewhere else. James wrote this letter to people who were already Believers and it is as Believers that we approach it now.

James is a "how to" book. An instruction manual. It could be called "You've Become a Christian! Now What?" Well, being a Christian is going to inform your thought processes, your outlook, your opinions, how you treat others, what you say, and how you say it. I say "you" but I really mean "us." James tells us how to go about these things.

It never ceases to amaze me (although it shouldn't) that people in the Bible are pretty much like us. They're greedy, jealous, lustful (it took me awhile to remember THAT acceptable word!), vengeful, spiteful, violent, and just plain mean. Conversely, they're generous, content, dedicated, forgiving, gentle, and kind. They zig and they zag. They run hot and cold. They have good days and bad. Just like us.

And, just like us, they're divided. And they argue. Actually, we in our day have probably taken arguing further than they ever dreamed. In the 20th century, most of us read the newspaper, and we knew what the difference was between a news story and an editorial/opinion piece. If you read something that made you so hopping mad that you just HAD to respond, it took some effort to produce a rejoinder and go public with it. You had to sit down and write a letter to the Editor. And you had to put your name, address, and phone number on it. You couldn't be anonymous. You couldn't hide behind a user name. You had to OWN that opinion!  Then you had to put the letter in an envelope, mail it, and wait. And wait. And wait. If your letter was coherent and legible, they might eventually print an edited version of it.

But now we have the Internet! You can fly off the handle, type out the old, familiar suggestion, and everybody sees it before you have time to calm down.

How many of you are connected to social media? I know some of you are because we're Facebook friends! Facebook is a great place to re-connect with old friends, find out what they think, and un-friend them.

It can be used for good purposes, if you can keep your head above the dirty water that sloshes through it. You can post pictures of your grandbabies, or your new litter of puppies, or a spectacular El Paso sunset, and you'll be rewarded with smiley faces and little red Valentines.

But a lot of us use it to scream at each other. A few years ago, when this church was requesting donations to help feed and clothe Columbian refugees, I posted it on my page. And a guy I've known for fifty years skewered me, and them, and us. He was drunk and bellicose, which is a reason, but not an excuse. Before it was over, he had dragged me down to his level and I told him where to get off. And I hate that. As Jessica said last week, the tongue is the rudder that steers the ship. In the old days we would never have had that conversation. I saw him last December. Our eyes met. We shook hands, said each other's name, and that was that...

Last week we heard about wisdom, which James talks about back in Chapter 3. What is wisdom? It's largely a matter of knowing what's right, what's wrong, and why. And then acting accordingly. The words "right" and "wrong" primarily apply to how we treat each other. Call it "ethics." Be honest, be considerate, be kind. Watch what you say and do. In a word: Behave!

One Commentator says:
The fruits of wisdom are peacefulness, gentleness, mercy -- without partiality and hypocrisy. Over in Galatians 5:22 Paul identifies the fruit of the Spirit as: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Wisdom and the presence of the Spirit seem to go hand-in-hand, don't they?

In today's reading, James tells us that our envy, our jealousy, our desire for stuff (or power, or revenge, or pleasure) is insatiable. Impossible to satisfy. This leads to frustration, and frustration leads to anger, and anger leads to conflict.

Paul really gets into this subject -- dramatically -- in Romans 7, if you want to look it up when you get home.

The conflict is desire controlling us vs. us controlling desire. This is where wisdom comes in. You might meet an attractive person and have the opportunity to get to know them really well. Wisdom tells you what will happen if you do.

Let's look at one of the all-time great stories of lust, power and home-wrecking: the story of David & Bathsheba, over in 2 Samuel 11 & 12.

David was living the Life of Riley. It was Springtime -- that time of year when kings went out and fought wars. But David sent his officers out to do the fighting, and he hung around the house. Apparently he had too much time on his hands.

As the story opens, he's lying on the couch. Then he gets up. He goes up on the roof and looks around. He sees a beautiful woman taking a bath, and his eyes pop out of his head.

Turns out her name is Bathsheba, and she's married to a soldier -- Uriah the Hittite, who is out fighting in the wars. David sends some messengers to get her and bring her back to him. "The King wants to see you" probably only has one meaning to a young woman in that time and place. It is, a patriarchal* society, after all. So she goes to the palace and, shall we say, submits to him. When it's all over, she goes back to the house. Maybe they both thought that was the end of it, but before long Bathsheba sends David a message saying, "I am with child." This is a predicament for them both.

Now, David has been around for while. He knows how the world works. Presumably he would have enough wisdom to look beyond his urges and the immediate gratification thereof and see what the repercussions might be. But he doesn't. So what does he do? I'll tell you what he doesn't do: He doesn't "own" it. He concocts a scheme which will ultimately make matters even worse. He sends for her husband and tells him, "Uriah, you've been working hard out in the battle fields, fighting the wars for me. Why don't you take a break? Here, drink some wine, then go to the house and spend the night with that pretty little wife of yours." David figures if he can get Uriah to spend a night at home, Bathsheba can tell him the baby is his.

(Incidentally, when I was reading this I was reminded of the scene in "It's a Wonderful Life" where Old Man Potter offers George Bailey a really, really good job – if only George will let go of that run-down old Building & Loan.)

But Uriah tells the King, "No, I can't do that, not when all the other soldiers are sleeping on the hard ground. It just wouldn't be right."

David is mumbling and muttering to himself. Uriah is too dedicated for his own good. But David is too duplicitous for anyone's own good. He sits down and writes a letter to Uriah's commanding officer, telling him to put Uriah in the front lines so he will be killed. And he has Uriah deliver it! Uriah doesn't know that the letter is his death warrant, of course, so he dutifully delivers it, gets sent to the front lines, and gets killed. The news of his demise gets back to Bathsheba, and she weeps. Then David marries her. (Makes an honest woman out of her, as the old saying goes. I don't know any old sayings about making a guy an honest man.)

Anyway, problem solved! Right? Not quite. God isn't at all happy about any of this, and he sends the prophet Nathan to talk to David about it. And Nathan says, "David, I want to tell you a little story. It seems there were two men, a rich man and a poor man. Now the rich man owned a lot of livestock. He had herds of cattle and flocks of sheep. But the poor man only had one little lamb. A ewe. That's
E-W-E ewe. A girl lamb. And this little girl lamb was a pet to the man and his family, and they loved it dearly.

"Then one day a traveler came to town. He knocked at the rich man's door and asked him for food. Well, the rich man was selfish, and he said to himself, 'I'm not going to kill one of my animals for this guy.' So he took the poor man's lamb and fed it to the traveler. Ain't that just awful?"

And David said, "Yes, it's awful. In fact, it makes me mad! That rich guy has no pity! He should die!"

And Nathan said, "Well, David, that rich man is you! The Lord wants to know why you have despised His word and done what is evil in His sight?" And Nathan tells David that the baby will die. Which it does, at the age of seven days.

That's a long, drawn-out, complicated story. It could have and should have ended before it began. And if David had only shown some wisdom, it would have. David could have led his men into battle instead of sitting around the house. When he saw Bathsheba bathing, he could have looked away, or admired her from a distance. When he found out she was married – to one of his soldiers, no less – he could have and should have left it right there. But he acted on it, and look what happened: he made her an adulteress (a stoning offense), got her pregnant, had her husband killed, angered the Lord, and the baby died. What good came from this liaison? Answer: none. Except to serve as an example and make us wiser. It sure didn't make anybody happy.

James tells us that God's gift of wisdom can help us control our desires, frustration and anger. BUT, we have to pray "rightly." "What does that mean?" you ask. It means to have a relationship -- a friendship (James 4:4) -- with Jesus. We always say God is everywhere. That we can talk to Him anywhere. Let's do that. Visualize Him sitting next to you in the car. Or on the sofa. Or on the pew. He crosses His legs, stretches an arm across the back of the seat, looks at you, and smiles. It's easier to make decisions when a friend is there to talk to. Just ask Him for His advice. He'll give it to you. He'll make you wise.

Back in the day, country singers used to do what we called "recitations." Poems recited while the band softly played. They were typically serious. Somber. Maudlin. Morbid. A soldier comes home from the war. His dog is there to greet him when he gets off the bus. But when the soldier gets to the house, he is told that on the day he went away, the dog died of a broken heart. If the audience isn't in tears by the time it's over, you haven't done it right. But some of them were inspirational. Jimmy Dean used to do one called "The Farmer and the Lord." It went something like this:

While resting one evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field he'd just hoed
His face was brown and wrinkled from the sun and the wind
And he was talking to the Lord just like he'd be talking to a friend

Well sir, he said with his voice calm and quiet
Them corn tassels need sackin'
Got no string to tie it
Had no rain in so long that the fields are mighty dusty
And it's been so unbearable hot that the kids is even gettin' fussy

Now that grass down by the pasture it should be knee high
If we could just have a little shower, Lord
It might keep the cow from going dry

Oh but listen to me talk
You'd think I wasn't grateful
Why if you didn't know me so well, Lord
You'd think I was downright hateful

You'd think I forgot about that new calf you sent
And the money in the mail that took care of the rent
Maw's cold is better and Johnny's home from the navy
And that good Sunday dinner of chicken and dumplings and gravy

Well, guess I'll mosey on home now Lord
I won't take no more of your time
Guess there's plenty o' folks hereabouts waitin' to ring your line
Evening to you Lord and watch us over tonight
And don't you worry about us none
'Cause everything is gonna be all right...

There it is, friends. Wisdom. Knowing what to ask for, how to ask for it, when to ask for it, why to ask for it, Who to ask for it, and what to do with it. Before you follow the wrong impulse or do something rash, ask Jesus about it. And then listen.

Amen.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

A Life of Gratitude

Written and sung by Zoomer Roberts
Instrumental track canned by Zoomer Roberts
Guitar chords originally recorded by Buddy Winston
Recording completed 19 April 2017


Gratitude
For all that we've been blest to share and to receive
And the precious words that we believe
Are true
We live a life of gratitude
For you

Gratitude
A life reflective of your mercy and your grace
Let the world know by my face
And attitude
I live a life of gratitude
For you.

As you loved and forgave
Let us love and forgive
As you died for us
Let us live
For you in gratitude

Giving thanks for all the miracles we've known
Bearing not our cross alone
In solitude
We live our lives in gratitude
To you.

As you taught the multitude
And then saw they were fed
Let us share your Word
And our bread
To show our gratitude

Take this life that in the wilderness you sought
And this soul that you have bought at such a price
We serve the Living Christ with gratitude.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

He's Not There / He Is Here

Zoomer Roberts: vocal & composition
Buddy Winston: guitar
Recorded 18 April 2015

Travel [C] to the Holy Land but He's not [G7] there
Nazareth and Bethlehem but He's not [C] there
But in the Bible He's on ev'ry [F] page
He said I'm with you [C] always,
until the [G7] closing of the [C] age

See where [C] miracles occurred but He's not [G7] there
And the Words of Life were heard but He's not [C] there
He walked upon the sea of Gali-[F]-lee
You won't find Him there [C] now,
but He's a-[G7]-live in you and [C] me

For God [F] gave His only Son
It is [C] finished, it is done
That all believing in Him might be [G7] saved
When His [F] final breath was spent
And the [C] Temple veil was rent
He [D] rose again and triumphed o'er the [G] grave

Walk the [C] Via Dolorosa He's not [G7] there
Cast your eyes upon the cross but He's not [C] there
Behold the empty tomb where He was [F] laid
He said, My peace I [C] give you,
so let your [G7] heart be not a-[C]-fraid

He turned [F] water into wine
He gave [C] eyesight to the blind
He's gone ahead a mansion to pre-[G7]-pare
Let us [F] all love one another
Be a [C] sister, be a brother
And the [D] world will see Him in the love we [G] share

Give the [C] hungry your last dime, He'll be [G7] there
Overlook a beggar's grime, He'll be [C] there
If you the Holy Spirit will re-[F]-ceive
More blessed is the [C] one
who, though not [G7] seeing, yet be-[C]-lieves

Saturday, September 13, 2014

The Ninety and Nine

Zoomer Roberts: introduction & vocal
Buddy Winston: guitar
Introduction recorded 20 September 2009
Performance recorded 10 November 2012

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Great Is Thy Faithfulness ~ The Manhattan Mass Choir

Theresa Byrd: soprano
Zoomer Roberts: harmony vocal
Valora Taylor: piano 

recorded 22 August 2010 at Manhattan Presbyterian Church