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1 Kings 17:17-24
1Hear my prayer, O Lord; give ear to my supplications in your faithfulness; answer me in your righteousness.
2Do not enter into judgment with your servant, for no one living is righteous before you.
3For the enemy has pursued me, crushing my life to the ground, making me sit in darkness like those long dead.
4Therefore my spirit faints within me; my heart within me is appalled.
5I remember the days of old, I think about all your deeds, I meditate on the works of your hands.
6I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah
7Answer me quickly, O Lord; my spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me, or I shall be like those who go down to the Pit.
8Let me hear of your steadfast love in the morning, for in you I put my trust. Teach me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.
9Save me, O Lord, from my enemies; I have fled to you for refuge.
10Teach me to do your will, for you are my God. Let your good spirit lead me on a level path.
11For your name’s sake, O Lord, preserve my life. In your righteousness bring me out of trouble.
12In your steadfast love cut off my enemies, and destroy all my adversaries, for I am your servant.
1 Kings 17:17-24
17After this the son of the woman, the mistress of the house, became ill; his illness was so severe that there was no breath left in him. 18She then said to Elijah, “What have you against me, O man of God? You have come to me to bring my sin to remembrance, and to cause the death of my son!” 19But he said to her, “Give me your son.” He took him from her bosom, carried him up into the upper chamber where he was lodging, and laid him on his own bed. 20He cried out to the Lord, “O Lord my God, have you brought calamity even upon the widow with whom I am staying, by killing her son?” 21Then he stretched himself upon the child three times, and cried out to the Lord, “O Lord my God, let this child’s life come into him again.” 22The Lord listened to the voice of Elijah; the life of the child came into him again, and he revived. 23Elijah took the child, brought him down from the upper chamber into the house, and gave him to his mother; then Elijah said, “See, your son is alive.” 24So the woman said to Elijah, “Now I know that you are a man of God, and that the word of the Lord in your mouth is truth.”
7On the first day of the week, when we met to break bread, Paul was holding a discussion with them; since he intended to leave the next day, he continued speaking until midnight. 8There were many lamps in the room upstairs where we were meeting. 9A young man named Eutychus, who was sitting in the window, began to sink off into a deep sleep while Paul talked still longer. Overcome by sleep, he fell to the ground three floors below and was picked up dead. 10But Paul went down, and bending over him took him in his arms, and said, “Do not be alarmed, for his life is in him.” 11Then Paul went upstairs, and after he had broken bread and eaten, he continued to converse with them until dawn; then he left. 12Meanwhile they had taken the boy away alive and were not a little comforted.
The New Revised Standard Version, copyright 1989 by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
The Breath of Life 041111
Each week I am amazed at the Psalms. Their simple, heartfelt praise of God, and songs that came from the heart of David or another Psalmist seem to be so close to my own heart, and to those I know. In this, the Psalms are a great work of art. They spoke to humans thousands of years ago and they still speak to us deeply.
The Psalms still have a magical power as well. We sometimes are now reluctant to speak of magical power related to anything. The words bring forth imagines of spells and chants and even witchcraft, perhaps.
I’m speaking instead of the power and magic that poetry and song possess that pulls us deeper into God and closer to the heart of God.
I can’t but help think of that as magic.