Songs Unspoken

A composer writes and places
notes with a surgeon’s precision.
Each harmony is molded with
the loving care of a mother.
There is a message to speak.
All are interwoven to sing
with songs unspoken.

The musician flows from note to note
allowing the Spirit to move in them.
Out pours a symphony of passion
that captures the listener.
Music is to be experienced, not heard.


Duane Windell Phillips Copyright July 2016

A Morsel

Matthew 15

The Syrophoenician Woman

21 Jesus went away from there, and withdrew into the district of Tyre and Sidon. 22 And a Canaanite woman from that region came out and began to cry out, saying, “Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David; my daughter is cruelly demon-possessed.” 23 But He did not answer her a word. And His disciples came and implored Him, saying, “Send her away, because she keeps shouting at us.” 24 But He answered and said, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.” 25 But she came and began to bow down before Him, saying, “Lord, help me!” 26 And He answered and said, “It is not good to take the children’s bread and throw it to the dogs.” 27 But she said, “Yes, Lord; but even the dogs feed on the crumbs which fall from their masters’ table.” 28 Then Jesus said to her, “O woman, your faith is great; it shall be done for you as you wish.” And her daughter was healed at once.

Have you ever desperately needed something from God but your prayers fell on deaf ears?  The verses above are an excellent example of how we should respond when there is no reply from heaven. 

Every parent can identify with this woman.  She probably didn’t fully understand what was wrong with her child but knew things weren’t right.  She heard of the miracles Jesus had performed and after learning He would be near, went to Him for help.  However, after pleading for mercy she was ignored.  Then those with Jesus asked Him to make her go away.  She believed Jesus was her only hope.  She had no where else to go and she might be turned away. 

Ignoring people and telling them that they are a dog doesn’t sound like the Jesus we learn about in Sunday school.  What was Jesus doing?  What is the point?  Similar to what I mention in my entry about prayer, I believe Jesus was testing her to see if she was serious.  God tests our faith to see if we truly believe.  We need to be persistent in our petitions to God.  We are to ask until it is given.  We must seek until we find.  We must knock until the door is opened.  To continue knocking demonstrates our faith.  It shows we believe God will answer. 

Another thing I notice with this story is the woman’s humbleness. She was put down by Jesus when he said he shouldn’t take food for the children and give it to the dogs.  She didn’t get indignant.  She didn’t become angry.  Instead, she realized she was in no position to argue and still get what she wanted.  The well being of her daughter was paramount.  Therefore, she accepted a subservient position and remained at Jesus’ feet with her petition.  She would accept crumbs.  A morsel from the God of the universe is better than a feast from the world. 

God wants us to seek Him.  We should let nothing stand in the way of seeking Him and His kingdom.  Let nothing be above our requests of Him.  He wants to answer our prayers.  He is honored by your prayers.  He is the Lord of our lives and we need to take every need to Him and let Him be Lord over all.

A Lie in the Land of Absolute Truth

Once there was a land of absolute truth.  Nothing in the land was less than truthful and pure.  It was an area of black.  There was no other color but black in the land.  No whites or grays or other colors but only varying hues of black.  Flat black, shiny black, a black that seemed dead in appearance.  All eyes only saw black and all souls only knew and understood truth. 

Then there was a man who was one day able to spin a lie.  What is odd about this phenomenon is that he didn’t even comprehend what he was about to do.  The actual act of his lie was never recorded.  Therefore, no one knows what the lie was.  Nevertheless, the lie cast a brilliant contrast of white upon the land. 

All eyes saw the white but had no understanding of what they saw.  Being only in a world of black, there was no manner in which to describe the apparition.  There were no words for what they saw.  It is like a man in the tropics trying to describe snow the first time he touched it.  Still, those close enough saw the white in its astounding contrast.  Populations off at a distance could gaze upon the hue piercing the horizon. 

The change had begun.  Innocence was lost.  People would never again be the same.  Slowly, one by one, lies were added and soon the world changed to white.  Grays became common and white received adjectives for the population to describe what they saw. 

The land was forever transformed, never again to be pure.  It was tainted through and through.  The black was gone.  The lies ruled.  



This story came to me today in a dream.  I don't know why the land wasn't white and lies caused it to turn black.  That makes more sense to me.  I'm just writing it the way I dreamed it.  It is kinda weird.  I know. 

 

The Mustard Seed of Faith: Final

The boys spent the day dusting and cleaning the house and garage.  Forty dollars was a lot of money for Ms. Finch’s budget but she clearly felt a tug at her heart to help these boys who loved their mother so much they wanted to buy her a present with their own money.  That they felt it necessary to step out in faith and trust God to supply warmed her heart.  She wanted to reward that faith.  How much more would their Heavenly Father want to reward them?

At the end of the work day, Ms. Finch paid the boys with a smile and a thank you for a job well done.  Then she handed both a twenty dollar bill.  They each politely expressed their gratitude.  Thomas then spoke up, “I still have my mustard seed.”

“I’m glad you do.”

Walking home, Lance asked Thomas about the mustard seed.  Thomas told him the whole story of their conversation about faith and mustard seeds and the one Ms. Finch gave him.  Lance stopped and yelled at his brother, “You cheated!”

“What?”

“You asked Ms. Finch so she would give us the job and pay us.  You cheated!"

“I didn’t know she was goanna give us a job.  I just asked her about believin’ and she answered me.  The mustard seed made me feel better but I didn’t know.”

“You got that mustard seed on you?”

“Yeah.”

“Lemme see this magic mustard seed.”

Thomas stuffed his hand into his right front pocket and pulled out a plastic sandwich bag.  It was wrinkled and dirty but inside there was a single mustard seed.  He held it up for Lance to see.  “Here it is, see?”

Lance snatched it from his hand and threw it on the ground.  Then he firmly planted his heal on the bag and twisted his foot back and forth.  He growled, “This is what I think of your mustard seed.  Let’s see what it does for you now.”  He stomped off toward the house.

Thomas picked up the bag.  It was ripped and the mustard seed was smashed.  It fell from the bag.  He cried as he walked back to Ms. Finch’s house.  An immediate look of concern was cast upon her face when she saw Thomas’s tears.  She invited him inside and he told her of Lance’s anger and how he ruined the mustard seed she gave him. 

Ms. Finch asked, “Do you know how many seeds are on a mustard tree?”

“No ma’am.  Hundreds or thousands, I guess.”

“Do you know how to get another mustard seed?”

“Buy one?”

“Yes, but what’s another way?”

“Ask?"

“That’s right, you can ask.”

“Ms. Finch, may I please have another mustard seed.”

“I will give you one but I want you to know you don’t need it.  There is no magic in the mustard seed.”  She paused as a thought came to her and asked, “Do you know how you get faith?”

Perplexed, Thomas replied, “No ma’am.”

“Wait here one moment.”  Ms. Finch went to her bedroom and returned with a bible.  She judged an approximate location and opened the book.  After flipping a few more pages, she handed it to him and asked, “Will you please read the part on the upper left side that is highlighted?”

“You mean Romans 12:3?”

“That’s the one.”

“’as God has allotted to each a measure of faith.’”

He looked up puzzled.  Ms. Finch said, “Remember when you said it must not take much faith for you to believe God would supply $40.00?" 

“Yes, ma’am.  Wouldn't need much.”

“Right, and if God gives to each a measure of faith, it must be what we need to believe.  So God not only answers our prayers, He gives us the faith to believe He will answer them.  We just need to hang onto the mustard seed or even that small portion He already gave us.” 

“I’m sorry for losin’ the mustard seed you gave me.”

“Why are you apologizing to me for that?”

“You gave it to me.  I was responsible for it.” 

“Oh Thomas, you understand so much for your young age.”  Ms. Finch went to her kitchen and retrieved a small handful of mustard seeds.  “Here, keep one for you and share the rest with your family and friends.  Let them know that God gives faith to everyone and it is vital they choose to use it.  But if they let someone crush it, He has a never ending supply of mustard seeds and faith to give.” 

The Mustard Seeds of Faith: Part III

Later that night the phone rang.  As usual, the boys raced to answer it and Lance got there first.  Sticking his tongue out at Thomas, he sweetly said, “Hello?  Yes ma’am, just a minute.”  Then he covered the mouthpiece and yelled, “Mom, it’s for you.”

Thomas stood next to his mother as Lance walked away triumphantly.  Thomas’s mother put the phone to her ear.  After exchanging pleasantries, Ms. Finch, got to the point, “I need a couple people to do some work around my house.  Do you think Lance and Thomas can help me?  I’m paying $20 per person to get the work done.” 

After hearing about the job offer from his mother, Thomas answered with an enthusiastic, “Yes!”  Then he ran to tell his brother about the news.  He burst into the room and blurted, “Lance, guess what?  We’re gonna get the forty bucks.  We’re gonna get the forty bucks.  God answered our prayers.  We’re gonna get the forty bucks.”

“Watter you talking about?” 

“Ms. Finch called and asked us to do some things around her house and she’s gonna pay us twenty bucks each.  That’s forty bucks, ain’t it?  God answered our prayers.”

Lance groaned and got up shouting, “Mom, is it true Ms. Finch’s gonna pay us to work at her house?”

Following his brother out of the room, Thomas said, “It’s true.  Mom told me so.”

Reaching his mother, Lance asked again, “Is it true Ms. Finch’s gonna pay us for working at her house?”

“Yes it is.  I just hung up with her.”

Looking at Thomas, Lance said, “That ain’t no answer to prayers.  We asked God to give us the money not work for it.”

Their mother asked, “What’s this about answering prayers and money?”

Thomas began to tell the story about their desire to buy a necklace but caught himself.  Lance glared at him.  He didn’t want to spill the beans either but didn’t want to work at Ms. Finch’s house.  Finally, Lance said, “Me n Thomas had a bet ‘bout God answering prayer but God didn’t answer this prayer.  The deal was God was to give us the money.  We shouldn’t have to work for it

“God feeds the birds but he doesn’t put the worms in the nest does He?” 

“No ma’am.”

“Then working isn’t going to kill you.  It might do you some good.  If God wants you to work for it, then you will.”

The Mustard Seeds of Faith: Part II

Then came the Sunday that was the week before Lance would ask dad for the money.  Thomas’s confidence was wavering.  Where was God?  Why hadn’t He answered?  Maybe He didn’t care about the prayers of two boys with so many important things happening in the world. Maybe, because Lance didn’t seem to care as much, God didn’t.

During Sunday School, Ms. Finch noticed Thomas was quiet and not his normal self.  Pre-teen boys being boys, she had no time to consider it.  They kept her busy that Sunday.  However, when Sunday School time was finished, Thomas stayed behind to help her clean up.  That was normal but his despondency was palpable.  She was about to ask what was wrong when he spoke up.

“Ms. Finch, remember when you taught us about havin’ faith the size of a mustard seed and nothin’ would be impossible for us?”

“Matthew 17:20, Jesus said if our faith was a small as that we could tell a mountain to move and it would.  Yes, I remember.  Why, what’s wrong?”

“Does that work for boys too?”

Ms. Finch considered the question for a moment and thought of Jesus saying we need faith like a child.  Then she replied, “I suppose it is even more so for boys and girls.”

The answer surprised Thomas and he looked at her and asked, “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

A ray of hope splashed upon his fragile soul.  He smiled and said, “Thank you, Ms. Finch.”

A thoughtful look appeared on her face and Ms. Finch said, “Hold on a second.”  Then she walked out the door and toward the church kitchen.  Thomas peered out the door and watched her opening and looking through cupboards.  Then she pulled down a small jar, opened the lid and dumped some contents into her hand and put the excess back.  Then Thomas went back to putting things away in the room.  He turned to face her when she entered the room.

Taking his right hand and turning it to be palm up, she placed something small into it.  She said, “Here, this is a mustard seed.  Do you see how small it is?”

“Yes, ma’am, it’s tiny.”

“I want you to keep it to remember just how little faith you need to do something impossible like move a mountain.  Now tell me this, how much do you need for what’s botherin’ you?”

With hope flooding in, he replied, “No much.”

“Now what is all this concern about?”

Thomas felt embarrassed and delayed answering.  Ms. Finch nicely but forcefully said, “Out with it!”

Looking at the floor, “Me n Lance wanna buy a necklace for mom for Mother’s Day but we ain’t got no money.  I told Lance we could pray for God to give us the money but Lance wants to get it from dad.  We made a deal that if we don’t have the money by next week, he’s gonna ask dad.”

Ms. Finch often wondered if any of the boys ever heard what she had to say during Sunday School.  She silently thanked God for this one.  Then she asked, “And God hasn’t given you the money yet has He”?

“No, ma’am.”

“How much does God need to give you?”

“Forty bucks.”

“I’m sure that seems like a lot of money to you but to God it is nothing at all.  I’m sure He will answer you soon.  Meanwhile, you use this mustard seed to remind you to keep praying and believing God will answer you.”

“Yes, ma’am, thank you ma’am, I will.  Thank you very much.” 

The Mustard Seeds of Faith: Part I

Matthew 17:20 “…Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."

Lance and Thomas were 12 year old twin brothers. They were typical brothers who could fight like cats and dogs one minute but best of friends the next.  Thomas believed the stories of Jesus taught to them in Sunday School.  Lance did not.  Though he loved his younger brother, he felt Thomas believed anything too easily. 

One day, Thomas went to Lance with a JCPenney catalog.  He pointed to a necklace on the page and announced they should get it for their mother for Mother’s Day.  Lance agreed it would be a nice thing to do and suggested asking dad for the money.  Thomas said, “No, it is our present so we should pay for it.” 

“How are we going to pay for it?  We ain’t got no jobs and we get no allowance.”

“Let’s pray for it.  God will give it to us.  Remember Ms. Finch taught us in Sunday School if we just have faith the size of a mustard seed nothing is impossible?”

“That’s a bunch of baloney!  Ain’t no way thats gonna happen but I’ll tell you what, I’ll pray with you about this but if we don’t get the money by the Sunday before Mother’s Day, I’m gonna ask dad for the money.”

“Ok, it’s a deal.”

The two bowed their heads and Thomas prayed, “God, we wanna do somethin’ nice for mom and buy a pretty necklace but we ain’t got no money to pay for it.  Please give us the forty buck to pay for it.  Me n Lance made a deal about getting’ the money so you have about a month before he asks dad.  In Jesus name, amen.”

Certain he would win, Lance added, “Amen.”

During the next two weeks, Thomas’s faith was strong.  He prayed in the morning, evening and at times during the day when the thought came to him.  He was certain God would come through.  Jesus promised didn’t He?