For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his steadfast love toward those who fear him, as far as the east is from the west, so far does he remove our transgressions from us. As a father shows compassion to his children, so the LORD shows compassion to those who fear him. For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust.
Battles and Babies
In 1809, Napoleon was riding his war-horse up and down Europe. That same year records the following births: president Abraham Lincoln; poet Alfred Lord Tennyson; British reformer William E. Gladstone; writer Oliver Wendell Holmes; composer Felix Mendelssohn. Minds were on the battles, not the babies. Yet today we might be justified in asking, “Which were more important?”
The day Abraham Lincoln was born in Kentucky, one of the villagers asked what was happening in the village, receiving the reply, “Nothing at all, nothing at all—except a new baby born at Tom Lincoln’s house. Nothing ever happens out here.”
Last weekend saw seven roses on the piano at Bethlehem representing seven new babies God gave to us that week.
Lord, use them as instruments in your hand.