When I feel I’m the last Christian, the Lord shows me a crowd gathering.   I’ve become disheartened thinking about our cultural roots in the Bible, now dug up as useless debris.   Can feel somewhat lonely.  One against the crowd.

Until you go to church.   And on Christmas Eve.  I know what you’re thinking.  Who doesn’t go to church then?  Or on Easter?   We attend Christmas Eve service at a new church for us.  Has three services.  Two, Four and Six PM.  We attend the middle one.  Packed would be an understatement.  Arrive a half hour early, and we can hardly find a place to park.  Felt like the Lord was saying,  ‘Fischer, you’re one but I have a crowd also!  Look around’!

A week later, I read Psalm 1. Begins with the person who’s blessed by the Lord.  Who stands out from the crowd.  I remember being in New Orleans with my wife.   A band is walking down Bourbon Street followed by a large group.  I have the impulse to leave the sidelines and join them.  So, we do!  Only to discover that this is a group of mourners!

Psalm 1 warns us to be careful.  Watch out.  Don’t  ‘…walk in the counsel of the wicked…’  Or stand opposed to what God has called sin– ‘…stand in the way of sinners…’  Finally, don’t mock the Bible– ‘…or sit in the seat of  mockers…’

You’re not alone.  God has His thousands and thousands.  The ungodly crowd travels the wide road.  It’s filled with the faithless, failures and fakers…all destined for utter futility and frustration.  A great big ‘F’!

We’ll journey on the narrow one.  Hey, who said we’re all alone?  This narrow way is as broad as the heart of God Almighty!

Jesus, with you we’ll never by alone.  Amen.


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