"Poor Oscar...And Our Need for Daily Time w/ Jesus"

"But they delight in the law of the Lord, meditating on it day and night. They are like trees planted along the riverbank bearing fruit each season. Their leaves never wither, and they prosper in all they do."

Psalm 1: 2, 3

My fish died, this week. A Japanese Fighter or Betta Fish, I named him "Oscar" in homage of his strong and choleric leanings. Oscar was a good fish. My friends get a kick out of each occasion where I've said it. But he WAS a good fish. Betta's are highly intelligent and attuned to their environments, so Oscar would become alert anytime I entered my room or turned a light on. He always knew what was going on around him. 

I enjoyed the thought of having a pet and fed him faithfully every other day. He would swim to the top of the bowl, in his attentive fashion, each time I made my way to the small canister where his food was kept. We had a bit of a ritual until the day when he failed to notice me dropping his food into his bowl. I noticed but thought little of it, believing he'd get to it a little later. That's until I looked in on him the next day and his food had drifted to the bottom of his bowl, untouched.

The phenomenon lasted three weeks; I'd notice him sleeping more and more while neglecting his food and I'd try to wake him or make a change in his food so he'd take interest. But as if he'd tuned-me out, he swam past the food as though he was above a meal. 

His shenanigans began to catch-up to him as his naps became longer and his nonchalant swimming grew shorter. In the last days of his life, he could barely keep himself afloat as he drifted vertically in the water. On his last day, I saw him take several swan-dives into the gravel until his final gasps for water and then...nothing. 

As I watched Oscar die a series of thoughts flooded my mind. Oscar was the victim of some illness that caused him to disregard the very element that kept him alive. He had a clean tank. There were no predatory or antagonistic fish in his environment. His only necessary task was to eat in order to stay alive. And then I thought of myself. How many days do I move through life without eating? 

There were times when I would drop bits of food right near Oscar's mouth, yet he never took a bite. Then I thought of the many times when God has dropped a word from Heaven, right in my lap. Be it a sermon, or an object lesson, God never quits his quest to provide me with the nourishment I so desperately need to withstand the very real and perpetual attacks of the enemy.

The verses above in Psalms represent for me a promise that when I consistently connect with the Lord and meditate on his word, that I will have the strength I need to make it! It is in feeding on God's word that I ensure I will experience fruitfulness and strength in the times when I need it most. 

Let's feed on His word, TODAY!

Pastor Lola