One of my neighbors has lived here twenty-plus years. She told me about the order of seasons in the woods: the peepers announcing spring (they are crazy loud that sometimes it’s hard to sleep), the crickets signaling fall. This is our first full summer here, and I noticed the morning cries of hawks, and the afternoon calls of owls. At dinner the other night, another neighbor also commented on the cycle of woodland sounds.
Reading through Facebook statuses, I catch my breath when peers are sending first born off to college. And with my youngest beginning kindergarten this year, I find myself wishing summer lasted a little longer, to cradle her on my lap on the swing or read a book on the couch together. A note in my inbox from the woman who bought our last house mentions her pastor’s words to grow where God plants you.
33 For God is not a God of disorder but of peace, as in all the meetings of God’s holy people. 1 Corinthians 14:33 NLT.
Paul is talking to Corinthians about an orderly call to worship. The preceding text of today’s reading also an orderly list of jobs and responsibilities by family and title.
28 The work of the Levites was to assist the priests, the descendants of Aaron, as they served at the house of the Lord. They also took care of the courtyards and side rooms, helped perform the ceremonies of purification, and served in many other ways in the house of God. 29 They were in charge of the sacred bread that was set out on the table, the choice flour for the grain offerings, the wafers made without yeast, the cakes cooked in olive oil, and the other mixed breads. They were also responsible to check all the weights and measures. 30 And each morning and evening they stood before the Lord to sing songs of thanks and praise to him. 31 They assisted with the burnt offerings that were presented to the Lord on Sabbath days, at new moon celebrations, and at all the appointed festivals. The required number of Levites served in the Lord’s presence at all times, following all the procedures they had been given. (1 Chronicles 23:28-31 NLT, emphasis mine.)
Observation and application become intimate and personal for me–my feet aren’t standing in Israel thousands of years ago. They are planted right here in Reisterstown. And His perfect order still rules today–the seasons and cycles and order of nature, of human lives, of worship–his call for each one of us: a job to do.
Lord, morning and night I want to sing right here where you’ve planted me. Whether I’m serving my family, a neighbor or a play group, whether I’m cutting the grass, home-making, or instructing a child, I pray that regardless of the ease of the day, I would recognize your order in my life and seek peace in you (your order and your call for me)–and that I would sing praise and thanksgiving (with the Spring Peepers, the summer owls and the fall crickets) to you.