FREEDOM’S PRAYER

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Jennifer K. Lewis

 Psalm 35 ~ The Lord the Avenger of His People

                                                  1 Plead my cause, O Lord, with those who strive with me;                                                     Fight against those who Fight against me.
Take hold of Shield and Buckler,   And stand up for my help.

On uncharted soil, we stood together, we fought, we battled against the well-armed British, and we won.  Our fierce determination gained our religious independence and the right to claim and pioneer an uncontrolled territory.

“Let their way be Slippery and Dark, And let the Angel of the Lord pursue them.  Psalm 35:6

Upon establishing our freedom and thus gaining liberty to create our new homeland, our founding father’s gathered in a small building named Carpenter’s Hall in Philadelphia, PA.

Some founding fathers present were U.S. Presidents George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison along with about, 90 other delegates.  Not only were many of the most prominent founders not conservative; they were also deeply divided among themselves.

The First Continental Congress, met briefly to sign our proclamation listing our rights and responsibilities in a document that was originally known as The Articles of Confederation; eventual ratified amendments superseded the Confederation and our law(s) of the land became known as The Constitution of The United States. 

Courageous defiance ultimately led our Continental Congress to convene in Philadelphia. And our first President, George Washington, offered 3-hours of prayer giving “Thanks” and asking for God’s continued direction and blessings in this newly established country and nation.

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Did you know that George Washington chose to base his supreme words on Biblical principles found in Psalm 35?   (Psalm 35 is known as being one of the more popular Psalms because of its expressed faith and trust in our Lord.)

                       “I humbled myself with fasting; and my Prayer would return to my own Heart.”  Psalm 35:13

IF our unassuming President felt it necessary to get on bended-knee and give “Thanks” to our creator, for his Psalm 35 ‘hand of protection’ during this American Revolutionary War, do you think we also need to continue in this faith?  Don’t we still need God’s divine guiding wisdom over our nation?

During this volatile election season, coupled with the onslaught of terror throughout our nations, as well as national, state, and local social unrest, we have a plenitude of valid reasons to follow George Washington’s unpretentious, symbolic act of reverence!

27 Let them shout for joy and be glad, Who favor my righteous cause;
And let them say continually, “Let the Lord be magnified,
Who has pleasure in the prosperity of His servant.”
28 M
y tongue shall speak of Your righteousness And praise all the day long.

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Growing In Christ,

Jennifer

 

My Heritage

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Jennifer Kay Lewis

Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.
 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior, are children born in one’s youth.
  Psalm 127:3-5

My Father came from a family of twelve active and busy children; and Mom was reared under gentle, yet firm-hands guiding eleven inquisitive kids!   (Daddy always jokes they had 2-umpires, nine-baseball players, (all boys) and 3-cheer-leaders.)

Grandpa Lewis and his nine boys performed their daily chores and labored every day into evening on their large dairy cattle farm.  Besides their massive herd of cattle, they raised many pigs, sheep, chickens, and maintained an abundant and fruitful garden.

My Grandpa Lewis left this earth before I was born.  Stories I have heard of my  G’ pa Lewis was that he was a very hard-worker, devoted to providing for his wife and twelve kids, and a very passionate man.

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However, I clearly remember spending many fun-filled days and over-night stays with my Grandma, Mary Jane.  Grandma valued church and sought to instill those Christian morals in her thirty-six grandchildren.  She used to walk around in her home humming and singing the old-fashioned hymns that are beloved by so many.

Dad’s mom ‘welcomed’ many folks to her table to share her mouth-watering home-cooking.  (back then, men that were transient workers offered their skills to make ‘repairs’ or finish some small ‘fix-it’ jobs.)  Most likely, these men would inquire of the locals as to “where they might get a good meal?”  Well, Grandma’s warm hospitality would answer their hungry call!

As for Mom, her Dad, my Grandpa Harry always put-out the largest garden that I have seen to this day.   (remember, Grandpa and Grandma had eleven kids to feed.)  

“The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.”  Isaiah 40:8

I recall that as soon as the onions were picked, Grandpa was replanting that area with some kind of brilliant annual flowers.   The once empty rows or ‘hills’ were replanted with some colorful annual flower.  Thus, G’ pa’s signature gardens always remained a dazzling montage of vibrant hues well into the fall.

(I remember once when I was a teenager, I asked my Grandma, “why did you have so many children?”  Her blushed, red-face, sheepish reply was, “well, Harry couldn’t help it!”   Just from the extreme RED of her face, I figured that I best not ask any further curious questions.)

Mom’s parents, became my Mom and Dad’s built-in baby-sitters.  Mom worked as an RN in pediatric nursing helping to deliver babies.  (since Mom’s mother, Virginia had raised her own eleven, I figure it was pretty-much a ‘no-brainer’ that Grandma could care for us four until Mom’s shift would mature.)

May I share this indelible, memory of my Grandpa Harry?  When one of us kids got into something, or did something ‘unapproved,’ we found ourselves beholding to G ’pa.

He used a bit of psychology in having the ‘culprit’ kid climb up one of his willows or maple trees to get a specific branch he spotted  so he could ‘whittle’ the branch into the shape of a ‘whip.’  Then, he could  inflict  his corporal punishment.   (Grandpa Harry was often seen sitting on his front-porch whittling the time away.)   (it must have been some sort of quiet therapy?!)

Anyway, we followed his grim command and came back to him meekly crying.  (just getting that branch was ALL the ‘punishment’ we needed!)  He never had to touch us – just the idea was torment enough!  Grandpa only held an eight-grade diploma.  But his wisdom was well-beyond any college degree.

And as Paul Harvey used to say, “and now you know the rest of the story.”

Growing In Christ,

Jen