A land promised and parceled. Psalms of praise! Praise! Clanging words like cymbals. Praise.
Eyes, a fountain of tears. Uncircumcised hearts.
“They do not know me,” says the Lord. Jeremiah 9:3b, NLT.
I reach for the hands of a sister. I crave the embrace of a mother.
8 “Don’t let anyone call you ‘Rabbi,’ for you have only one teacher, and all of you are equal as brothers and sisters. 9 And don’t address anyone here on earth as ‘Father,’ for only God in heaven is your Father. 10 And don’t let anyone call you ‘Teacher,’ for you have only one teacher, the Messiah. 11 The greatest among you must be a servant. 12 But those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted. (Matthew 23:8-12, NLT)
Lord, teach me. Guide me. My Father, my God, my Hope.
23 This is what the Lord says:
“Don’t let the wise boast in their wisdom,
or the powerful boast in their power,
or the rich boast in their riches.
24 But those who wish to boast
should boast in this alone:
that they truly know me and understand that I am the Lord
who demonstrates unfailing love
and who brings justice and righteousness to the earth,
and that I delight in these things.
I, the Lord, have spoken! (Jeremiah 9:23-24, NLT)
Lord, you hear the cries of my heart. You delight in love and justice and righteousness. Be at work in our hearts.