God is Still the King of the Jungle

Recently, a friend and I lamented the craziness of the current world we live in. The conversation reminded me of a similar conversation I had with a different friend in the nineties where we lamented the craziness of the world at that time.

Seems no matter how far back we go, this world’s been one wild and crazy place, inhabited by a bunch of wild and crazy people. I’m sure I’m not the only one with memories of times you shook your head and wondered what in the world was going on.

So what to do?

In 1994, Steven Curtis Chapman wrote the song, King of the Jungle. Guess he was looking at the state of the world and doing some head shaking of his own. Wonder if he’d add any additional verses today?

Maybe not, because it seems his message is no matter how crazy, no matter how much of a jungle our world appears, the truth is God is still God. He is still on his throne. He is still in control. He’s still the King of the Jungle.

Feel like things are spinning wildly out of control? Take heart, my friend. God’s got it. He’s the Lord of the gentle breeze as well as the rough and tumble. It’s all under his command.

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God is our refuge and strength, a tested help in times of trouble. And so we need not fear even if the world blows up and the mountains crumble into the sea. Let the oceans roar and foam; let the mountains tremble! Psalm 46:1-3 (TLB)

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I wish you well.

Sandy

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This post first appeared on this blog May 8, 2014.

King of the Jungle

Recently, a friend and I lamented the craziness of the current world we live in. The conversation reminded me of a similar conversation I had with a different friend in the nineties, where we lamented the craziness of the world at that time.

In the eighties, while I dined on a terrace in Greece, a British stranger leaned over her table and told me, “You Yankee Doodles have done it this time.” Yes, we lived in a crazy world.

Events in the seventies proved craziness abounded all around. I grew up in the wild and turbulent sixties. Talk about craziness. Boy, howdy.

Of course there were the fifties, forties, thirties, and twenties. And let’s not forget the 1910s and 1860s.

Seems no matter how far back we go, this world’s been one wild and crazy place, inhabited by a bunch of wild and crazy people. I’m sure I’m not the only one with  memories of times you shook your head and wondered what in the world was going on.

So what to do?

In 1994, Steven Curtis Chapman wrote the song, King of the Jungle. Guess he was looking at the state of the world, and doing some head shaking of his own. Wonder if he’d add any additional verses today? Maybe not, because it seems his message was no matter how crazy, and how much of a jungle our world appears, the truth is, God is still God. He is still on his throne. He is still in control. He’s the King of the Jungle we humans inhabit.

Things spinning out of control? Take heart, my friend. God’s got it. He’s the LORD of the gentle breeze, as well as the rough and tumble. It’s all under his command.

What are your thoughts on the subject?

God is our refuge and strength, a tested help in times of trouble. And so we need not fear even if the world blows up and the mountains crumble into the sea. Let the oceans roar and foam; let the mountains tremble! Psalm 46:1-3 (TLB)

I wish you well.

Sandy

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The Past Three Days

Okay, here’s the short version…over the past three days, I was stalked, bed-ridden, and witnessed a murder. But, I’m fine, now.

(Sissy, before you get on the phone, and call me, read the entire post. I’m okay. Really.)

For those curious as to the details, read on.

December 31st, Pilot and I went to one of my favorite resale shops. A thirty minute drive away, which I have visited many a day by myself.

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All was going well. I was happily flipping clothes hangers with record speed, and placing items in my cart, when I noticed a rather down-and-out looking man across the aisle. Watching me.

By now, Pilot had wandered off, and was who-knew-where. As he says, all who wander, are not lost.

At first, I felt empathy toward someone who I presumed, might be homeless. I said a quick prayer for him, and wondered what, if anything else, I should do. I turned to look at the clothes on the rack behind me, and realized the man had edged closer.

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Getting that tingly Spidey-sense thing going, I headed for a different aisle. The man followed. I tried not to be paranoid, or stupid, and searched around for Pilot. As I moved from aisle to aisle, Stalker followed. Random chance? Hardly. What did he need with women’s dresses?

I worked my way to the back of the store, and hid behind the shoe rack. I pulled out my cell phone.

The same cell phone that had a dead battery when I left the house. The same cell phone that I charged on the way to the store. The same cell phone that maybe, had enough charge in it for one call.

Only, Pilot didn’t answer his phone.

Finally!

“I’m being stalked! Meet me in the shoes. Now!”

While I hid and waited, Stalker came up on my left, Pilot on my right.

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After my Knight in Shining Armour arrived, Stalker followed us at a distance for a short time. I kept an eye out, and saw him leave the store. Empty-handed.

So what did I learn from that encounter?

Even if you have been some place before, without any problem, keep your eyes open. Have a back-up plan. Know your surroundings. Pay attention to your fight or flight instincts. Don’t be stupid. Keep your cell phone charged, for goodness sake.

Most importantly, thank God for his protection.

So that was the stalking incident.

Day two. January 1st, I was unable to fully participate in Pilot, Pie, Explorer, and my New Year’s marathon tradition of watching DVDs, and eating, non-stop. I had a 24-hour bug and stayed in bed part of the time.

Yesterday, January 2nd, brings us to the murder. Despite all my efforts to stop him, Bear flushed a wren with a broken wing out of the bracken, captured, and swallowed it live. I know…

Can’t wait to see what today brings!

Amid all the craziness, one thing is certain, God is still on his throne, as Steven Curtis Chapman so aptly sings in King of the Jungle.

I wish you well.

Sandy

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