“His word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”
Psalm 119:105
In our world of high-intensity flashlights, of smooth sidewalks, of street lights casting opaque filters against the darkness, this verse is far less meaningful to most people than the Psalmist intended.
Reading it always reminds me of Uganda. In late 1994, shortly after moving into the home where Dave and I lived a few miles outside of Kampala, I wanted to go across the way and see a friend on another hillside about half a mile away from the compound. And, because they are finally home from work, it was very dark.
I couldn’t go alone and asked our houseboy/ gardener, Sam,
to take me over there. [Sam had, a couple weeks after we were at the house, become our “son.” He still is, even though he's in Uganda and we're in Omaha. Oh, well.]
Psalm 119:105
In our world of high-intensity flashlights, of smooth sidewalks, of street lights casting opaque filters against the darkness, this verse is far less meaningful to most people than the Psalmist intended.
Reading it always reminds me of Uganda. In late 1994, shortly after moving into the home where Dave and I lived a few miles outside of Kampala, I wanted to go across the way and see a friend on another hillside about half a mile away from the compound. And, because they are finally home from work, it was very dark.
I couldn’t go alone and asked our houseboy/ gardener, Sam,
A narrow, winding
path led across the way, with palm trees, banana groves and small garden
plots edging it.
Sam carried the flashlight, and as we walked single file, from our house and across the road hitting that other path, he shined it on the ground in front of us. Other than lamplight -- some electrical, some oil -- filtered from an occasional house, and a few stars, the flashlight was the only source of light.
I could only vaguely see the light on the path as Sam led the way. I held onto the back of his shirt and kept my eyes aimed at my feet. When dogs growled or barked, when grass or bushes rustled and my imagination immediately “saw” snakes, because I was on unfamiliar ground, I held on tighter – cutting and running would have been a useless, and possibly quite dangerous, exercise in futility. Poor Sam. He could have made much better time without me holding on, tensing up and dragging him back. In the long run, I was forced to trust him and his light.
BTW, had a nice time visiting my friends at their home, and
When this Psalm points out that His Word is the light to a path, the Psalmist’s audience understood the principle that without an oil lamp the options were a very slow and mincing step forward – hoping there would not be a cliff to tumble over or a hole to stumble into -- or forced immobility until a light came from another source, such as the dawn.
I need to remember this. I am a socially/politically attentive and normally intense person, as most folks know. I recognize that, in the natural, locally, nationally and internationally, it feels dark; it looks dark. Without the Lord flooding my heart with hope, I could hardly hold the "flash"light in my hand. It would be trembling so with anxiety and fear. But, as I walk in the Light ... the Word of my God ... or "see" Jesus walking before me on the path with the light, me clinging to His shirt, confident in HIM, because He knows the path, knows where it is leading, I can be certain He will not abandon me on the path and leave me trembling in total darkness.
His Word, the Truth, is so True: “His word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”
[ We had been back in Omaha since '96, and went back into Uganda for his wedding in September, '99. And then, in '08, he and his wife (our daughter) and their daughter (our granddaughter) visited us here in Omaha. So these are those photos. Grabbed us much from the time Sam entered our life 20 years ago. Love much!]
