GOD AT THE CENTRE
Suggested Reading: Numbers 2
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Key Verse: Numbers 2:17
And the tabernacle of meeting shall move out with the camp of the Levites in the middle of the camps; as they camp, so they shall move out, everyone in his place, by their standards.
What could’ve been a two-week journey became a forty-year time of testing, learning, rebelling, and finally conforming to God’s plan. We find parallels in our lives. Moses kept detailed records of people and events and was careful to journal all that happened. They had prepared for this while still in Egypt. Originally, the Children of Israel, and Pharaoh, thought this was to be just a camping trip for several days. Even if that had been the case, the logistics of moving as many as two and a half million people required organizational genius. Their tents would’ve covered several square miles. What a sight it must have been. Always, the Ark, the Tabernacle and the spiritual leaders were at the centre. The way in which they were to travel and camp was a constant reminder that God was to occupy the central place in their lives.
PRAYER FOR TODAY:
Lord God, I ask for Your help in organizing my life so that You are always at the centre. I desire You to be the focal point of my attention. Please grant me the grace so that I will be conscious 24/7 of Your presence. In Jesus’ Name I pray. Amen!
100 PERSONAL WORDS:
As long as I can remember, God was honoured daily in our family life. My mother and sisters read to me from Hurlbut’s Stories of the Bible for children (click here for an online version). I prayed every evening before bed, “Now I lay me down to sleep…” During the years of the Second World War, when my Dad was away, Mother led in daily Bible reading and prayer at the breakfast table. Dad arrived home in time for Christmas of 1944 and took over those duties. I never questioned that God was at the centre of our lives. Mother died when I was 12, and Dad and I were home alone most of the time that year. He soldiered on with the same pattern of life. He also made lumpy porridge, and I tried not to complain. I would see his Bible open at the place where he was reading for his private devotions when I arrived downstairs each morning. The importance I place on this daily blog had its roots back there, I’m sure. I told one of my grandsons this past Friday, “David, if you were the only one reading my blog, I would get up early every morning, and do it just for you.”
Yours, for God at the centre,