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  • Lord, you are my God and my Salvation
    Save me from those who accuse me now,
    who would see me torn to pieces
    and delivered to Satan.
    If I have accused anyone unjustly
    I will pay for that sin
    If I have falsely accused anyone
    (but I know I have not)
    Then let the enemy destroy me,
    let them kill me and lay me in the ground
    so all the people will know
    you are a just and righteous God.
    I will meditate upon this.

    Rise Up, oh Lord. Be angry with my enemies.
    Carry out your justice on sinners,
    show the people why they worship you,
    show them you are a mighty God.
    Destroy the wicked, Lord,
    and allow the good to prosper.
    You know the hearts and wills of men
    I trust your judgement, so judge me, Lord.
    I am not ashamed, you are my defense.
    You hate evil and wicked men.
    They are ready to battle, Lord.
    Their swords are sharpened,
    their bows drawn. They prepare to attack
    without cause. They are evil, Lord,
    filled with lies and plots against good.
    You will catch them in their lies,
    you will turn those plots against them.
    We will remain faithful, Lord,
    for you have delivered us.
    We will sing praises to you, Lord,
    for you are our God.

    Psalm 7


    Another peaceful morning, a slight breeze coming from the east, just enough to make the skin cool as the sun begins to deliver the impending heat of the day. I prepared water for the hummingbird feeder, placed a cake of suet in the smaller cage of the feeder station, and replenished the thistle seed. The birds will be happy.

    Yesterday as I took my last stroll about the yard, I noticed a grape tomato which had begun to turn colors. It was that lovely orangish red hue, not fully ripened, but soon to be the sweet, succulent gift of God's blessing and yield. There were several in that cluster turning colors, but this one in particular was calling to me. I reached down and plucked it. It came off so easily I knew it was ready to surrender its promise of flavor. And it did. In one bite my mouth was transported to the near future when these lovely fruits would sit among the greens of lettuce, radishes, carrots, onions, and succulent bell peppers to balance the salads we would enjoy. There is nothing like the flavor of a tomato fresh off the vine.

    The job fair was not the ordeal I thought it might be. I even found a few opportunities which might avail me of a place to write mixed in with other tasks I have considered. Most of the veterans were of the newer wars, but a few of us 'Old Timers' were in attendance. I remember thinking how odd that I was now an 'Old Timer'. When I was young, 'Old Timers' were my uncles and my grandpa Chuck. World War Two. Korea. I'd even met some veterans of World War One. And somewhere in that reverie it dawned on me. Our nation has never known a generation without veterans. Our nation has never known a generation without war.

    That was David's dilemma as well. The 'promised land' was divided when the 'Shepherd King' was anointed King of Judah. David was chosen by God to follow Saul's reign, and there were quite a few folks unhappy with that decision. There were constantly plots and schemes rising, but David knew of them, thanks to God's intervention, and they were always suppressed. In Psalm 7, David pleads his case to the Lord, telling God he is ready to be judged if he is at fault. When he pauses, he is awaiting God's hand to punish him if he is guilty, but he knows better. After the pause, he asks God to destroy his enemy and the forces who are about to attack him, and promises his people will continue to worship him.
    Unfortunately, this is not the only war David had to fight.

    Now that we're in Afghanistan, cleaning up the mess we created (if you don't believe that, have a quick gander at a docudrama with Tom Hanks called "Charlie Wilson's War"), I am wondering if we will ever know peace. We seem bent on maintaining war, no matter what the cost. The cost in dollars spent on war equipment, the cost in dollars spent in rebuilding other nations without truly understanding their cultures or their people. More importantly, the cost in lives.

    The downy woodpecker and the female cardinal have decided they can share the large seed cake feeder. They make quite a pair, the brown and gray speckles and stripes of the downy with his red cap, the black and red brilliance of the cardinal. Several finches have joined them on the opposite side. It would appear, like the tomatoes I will soon harvest, there is plenty to go around.

    ~Fred~
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