I’ve really enjoyed this past week that I got to see one of my favorite musicians Sting perform, and his son Joe Sumner too. I like Joe’s bounding energy and zeal. He holds nothing back in brooding reserves like his father might display in attitude. Like father like son, BOTH put out tremendous energy and talent on the stage. It’s amazing how Sting is now 70. This concert was GIFT from a friend (THANKS) and delayed 4 times but FINALLY found a time. It was fabulous and fun and just icing on my already busy blessed week.
The concert also featured father and son guitarists, and a drummer who looked like the son of original Police drummer Stewart Copeland, but really wasn’t. It was cool AND really sharp musical mettle. (And we SANG so many favorite songs!)
Father and Son.
A Biblical pairing of father and son are super interesting to learn about and although they did not remain perfect in God’s eyes, they were surely within God’s heart. David and Solomon. David’s life is detailed in the books of Samuel and also in his written down Psalms, which were musical. Solomon’s life is detailed in the books of Kings and in his written Proverbs. Neither were perfect, nor are we. Like Father like son, both were inspired by the Lord and shared His Way and Wisdom in verses… Each had to walk with God to hear God. So do we. David sang and so can we, about God wanting us, looking for us, Psalm 139, that’s one of my favorites from singing in the praise band. “Where can I go from your Spirit?“. David spoke about God always showing up, a Father to his children.
There was a 1960’s newspaper clipping I read at the 100th anniversary of the fire company today which brought me to tears. These two boys were out playing and after being out too late, they slept near a tree. All night a hundred people searched. The father at 3am thought maybe they were afraid of coming home because they would be punished, so the father who just loved them jumped into the tractor and drove it away, hoping the boys would think he left, fear less and come home. The boys came back. The tears I have are for parents who lose their kids even for a brief minute. I can’t even imagine how God intensely longs for and looks for His children ALWAYS. Unlike the dark of night for the Farmer, God our Father knows where to look, how to look, and He ALWAYS embraces us with love.
This Father did not punish his sons this evening but cried when they came home, like his sons did. God our Father sent His Son to rescue and be ransom for us, to bring us Home. Even when we are not perfect, He wants us Home.
Psalm 139:1-18 from David
You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue, you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me close.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand— when I awake, I am still with you.