What - me worry?

My father loved the 23rd Psalm.  In 2008 I asked about a Christmas gift and my mother made a suggestion.  She thought daddy would like something that would remind him of his love for that Psalm and I was delighted to find this on a shelf at a local Christian bookstore.  It sat by his bedside until he took his last breath on September 16, 2009.  He had lived 7 years since he was diagnosed  with myelodysplastic syndrome which was a form of Leukemia.  The day he died, his pastor, the Reverend Kevin Pound had prayed for him personalizing the 23rd Psalm. 

"We know that you are Earl's shepherd, that you have prepared a table for Earl and that Earl will be in the house of the Lord forever."

I'll never forget that afternoon.

Just over four years later, my dear friend, John Gates, a man that I lovingly call my "other" brother, was diagnosed with acute myloid leukemia. This is not John's first experience with that ugly word - cancer.  Because of the care and concern (not to mention the expertise) of his doctor, Alan Marks, M.D., and much prayer, determination and faith, John has fought and overcome its deadly attack twice in the past 15 years. 

While he was undergoing his first round of chemotherapy, a restless John prayed. He says that his prayer was answered when he heard these words clearly as a spoken sentence:

“John, consider the 23^rd Psalm”.    

So he began to recite that Psalm, one that many of us learned as small children and not only did it began to take on a new meaning for him, he took the time to write what he was experiencing. Here are a few of his thoughts.  

"The Psalm begins “The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want”.   A shepherd had the well being of his flock as his main focus.  My well being is important to the Lord.

"...a good shepherd takes his flock to good grazing green pastures and good water.  Sheep know their shepherd’s voice and will follow him, “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures and leads me beside still water”.    This let the sheep graze to their content and grow fat with heavy coats of wool after the season of dry conditions with little grass for grazing where all livestock had it hard.   Thus “He restoreth my soul” has a clear meaning.  Sheep like people can be grumpy and will sometimes bite and fight with one another.  The shepherd would watch and not let this become serious; or, he would go and break up the argumentative sheep and drag them to different places so they would do what was right, “He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name sake”.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me”. 

"This was one of the main things the Lord wanted me to see and understand.  He was in charge and He was keeping me safe. 

His rod and staff were his main tools.  The staff, a  long stick with the curved end, fits around a sheep’s head or body and it is used to guide the sheep or perhaps pull one up from a ditch.    The rod was a long and strong pole and a shepherd knew how to use it even to the point of killing a wolf or other predator trying to take his sheep.    The sheep never had to worry about their safety, and indeed they did not know how to worry. 

"The Shepherd did all the worrying for them just as the Lord tells us to let him do for us. 

"Shepherds were also known for their simple kindness toward their flock. .  “Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies, thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over”.   I do not believe it is possible to express a more clear picture of God’s love for us in so few and beautiful words as these. 

"I probably pondered this most of the night and was in and out of sleep, but I got my rest and my heart was joyful even in the middle of chemotherapy.   The message was so clear.  The Lord was saying “John, I love you, I have you in my arms, don’t worry I want the best for you.   Now you rest in this knowledge and let me take your worry”.

"During my four week stay in the hospital there were many nights that sleep would not come and I was pretty sick.  But each time I remembered the Psalm  I could see myself as that little lamb being cared for with special sweet grass and cool water,  and I could feel the Lord’s arms around me keeping me safe and sleep would come.

"I am so grateful for the Lord’s Grace and mercy during this hard time.  I do not deserve a bit of it but the Lord saw fit to give me his Grace.    The Psalm ends with “Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever”. 

"The Lord works in his ways that we cannot understand.  However, He clearly wants us to understand that He does love us and wants the best for us, wants us to lay our worries on Him.  I am certainly redoubling my efforts to follow His will and not worry what lies ahead about but let the Lord do that."

I've edited what John wrote to some extent, but I believe I have left his message intact.  John Gates truly believes that the Lord is his shepherd - just like my daddy did - which is why I've shared daddy's shepherd  with him for as long as he needs it.