To me, the holidays are all about pumpkin pie. I love turkey, football and ugly sweaters as much as the next man. But I do not consider the season to be properly started until I bite into a generous wedge of orange-brown goodness.
That’s my portion. And if I get it, the rest of the holiday will be just fine. And if I don’t get it, the rest of the holiday will be just miserable. And if you think I’m going to suffer in silence, just ask Tracie.
I exaggerate a bit. But whenever I tuck into this, the most delectable offering of autumn, I really do think of Lamentations 3:24 — “’The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘Therefore I will hope in Him.’” Jeremiah, writing in the rubble that once was the city of David, had watched his nation crumble around him — first spiritually, then politically, and finally physically. He had been placed in stocks (Jeremiah 20:2), been condemned to death (Jeremiah 26:8-11), had the king throw his prophecy into the fire (Jeremiah 36:20-23), been thrown down a muddy well (Jeremiah 38:6), and suffered numerous other indignities. (How is your life going these days, by the way?)
How could it be that, here at the culmination of all his work, as every despairing word he had uttered had come true, he was able to go on? Because his security was not defined by his circumstances, but rather by his relationship with God. And having that, he could be content.
The Lord is my portion. And if I have Him, the rest will be just fine. And if I don’t have Him, the rest will be just miserable.
From: The Final Word; Dec 29,2010
By Hal Hammons
From Expository Files 18.1; January 2011