waiting to be strung together in a poetic sequence of thoughts. Words like justice, righteousness, cultivate, understood, grace…and then there is this,
“Surely there is a mine for silver and a place where they refine gold. Iron is taken from the dust and copper is smelted from the rock. Man puts an end to darkness, and to the farthest limit he searches out the rock in gloom and deep shadow. He sinks a shaft far from habitation, forgotten by the foot; They hang and swing to and fro far from men….he hews out channels through the rocks, and his eye sees anything precious. He dams up the streams from flowing, and what is hidden he brings out to the light.
But where can wisdom be found? Man does not know its value, Nor is it found in the land of the living. The deep says it is not in me, and the sea says, it is not with me. Pure gold cannot be given in exchange for it, nor can silver be weighed as its price…
Where then does wisdom come from? And where is the place of understanding? Thus it is hidden from the eyes of all living and concealed from the birds of the sky.
God understands its way, and He knows its place…and to man He said, ‘Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom; and to depart from evil is understanding.'” Job28:1-4, 12-15, 20, 21, 23, 28.
And there was none like Job…suffering out of his righteousness, understanding the fear of the Lord was far more precious than the worth of pure gold,
or his skin, or the living breath and beating hearts of his children, or the security of herds of cattle, or the respect of the love of his life....
and he described the search…
and how they carved…
in gloom and deep shadow…
and came up lacking
But Job knew
and he would not recant.
Its been awhile since words have made their way out of the deep channels of my mind, down through the tips of my fingers dancing over keys, tapping out what I hope and pray radiates something true,
and mysterious about God. So I hew out channels where words swing to and fro across the shadowy ghosts of syllables and somehow they find themselves here for anyone to read and to contemplate and to wonder…
and to seek for themselves.
Paul Washer once said this is how he views himself as a servant of God called to preach the Word, searching for words, within the mine of Scripture, that will pierce the souls of men. How we agonize over what will make God glorious and the sinful heart of man repulsive.
and then I realized there were things I thought I cared about, that I didn’t,
like justice and righteousness,
so I hammered and stuck dynamite down into those words until they blew up all over my conscience and imbedded their shrapnel so deep into my heart until each breath felt like pain in sorrow and repentance. And I realized, if I were to fear God, I would surely fear not being obedient to His call to justice and righteousness toward the fatherless and the single parent, and the alien, and the afflicted who God holds a special love and care for.
And we are commanded to,
“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves; ensure justice for those being crushed.” Proverbs 31:9 And to reflect the heart of God who,
“…makes a home for the lonely and leads out the prisoners to prosperity.” Psalm 68:6. And…
“to administer true justice, show mercy and compassion to one another. Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the immigrant or the poor.” Zechariah 7:9-10. And…
“The Lord your god defends the cause of the fatherless and the widow, and loves the alien, giving him food and clothing.” Deuteronomy 10:17-18.
and then I opened my mouth wide and spoke forth a 15 year vision that had pounded itself out in miles, under Asics, measured by prayers as I ran the streets of New Richmond,
and I asked the souls knit to mine to pray that if this were God’s vision, He would move it from our hearts to the land in which we dwell so that we might cultivate faithfulness to our God as we care for the unborn and the women who carry them.
and we are becoming The Weaver’s Hands…
a home, safe and warm, where the love of Christ abounds, and we grab the hands of the rape victims, the abused, the afflicted, the hungry, the homeless, those running from abortion, and we fling open our doors and say, “Come!” We have a room for you here! We have food for you and your unborn child! We will shelter you! We will show you the love of our Abba Father that heals and infuses a mysterious hope with an unmistakeable fragrance of life for the both of you! You are safe and you are finally home.
Our name is derived from Psalm 139:13-14, “For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”
Our mission: We believe every life in uniquely and purposefully created by God. It is our mission to defend the unborn and to support the women who carry them.
I want to be like Job, who did not recant, and who’s wisdom and righteousness far exceeded those who focused on his suffering as a result of his guiltless sin.
Because he “delivered the poor who cried for help, and the orphan who had no helper…the one who made the widows heart sing for joy and who put on righteousness and it clothed him. Whose justice was like a robe and a turban …who was a father to the needy and investigated the case which he did not know.” Job 29:12-14,16.
and in the holiest communions where my breath warms the carpet below my lips, and oil is being poured out over my head as I drink and imbibe deeply with the One who has taught me to understand His grace…this grace…this gospel that is constantly bearing fruit in me…I pray bears much fruit in the lives of the women The Weaver’s Hands will serve and embrace.
And so as we wait official recognition from the IRS as a non-profit organization and plan our beginning fundraisers, would you consider committing with me to praying for The Weaver’s Hands? A maternity home for young women abandoned and afraid. A home that will offer them the love of Christ, education, parenting classes, discipling, counseling, vocational and domestic skills, adequate nutrition, adoption options, etc…
If you want to learn more, feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and find out how you can become a partner with The Weaver’s Hands and support us in prayer or financially.
Hidden in Christ,