A Place

Of kings and of beggars,
Of black and of white,
Of sinners all different,
Tied together in Christ.
Of gathering in the Word,
Of devotion and song,
Of prayer and reflection
And knowing our wrong.
Of experiencing salvation,
Of giving great thanks
Of desiring to serve
In God’s holy ranks.
Of seeing new parents
Bring their child to the fount.
Of eating and drinking
Of blessings none can count.
Of meeting to study,
A rendezvous for rest.
Of feeling at peace
With the ones we love best.
Of laughter and cheer,
Of witnessing two wed,
Of tears of pure joy
As lifelong vows are read.
Of sorrow and heartache,
Of mourning one gone,
Of tears that remember
The promises we wait on.
Of communion of saints,
Of joy found in Christ.
Of living and learning
Of His life sacrificed.
Of happy hands lifted high
In thanksgiving and praise,
Of humble heads bowed low
As we number our days.
All these things happen,
All in one place.
Not some giant arena,
Or a vast, open space.
Instead, a house of worship,
Maybe large, maybe small,
Where God is enthroned,
Exalted above all.
One place for our joys
And sorrows and rest.
For with God and His people,
In the church we are blessed.
— Poem, Anonymous

In Memoriam

“Footprints in the Sand” is my favorite poem. This work, which is usually attributed to Mary Stevenson from sometime in the late 1930s, has always held a special place for me. It once hung beside the stairwell of my grandparents’ house, hung by a string nailed to the wall with one spindly stud, and the frame marking a clean square on the dusty floral wallpaper whenever I took it down to read. But even though the house has moved on and the poem in its dusty frame has been boxed away to who-knows- where, “Footprints” continues to gain meaning in my life as I get older and realize both the trials and the blessings that growing up and growing apart entails.

The deepest sleep one night I dreamed

That on the beach I walked

God was by my side each step

And quietly we talked.

Then on the sky my life was flashed,

The visions all serene,

Two sets of footprints in the sand

Were there in every scene.

And then I noticed in some scenes of suffering, pain, and strife

A single set of footprints at the worst times of my life.

“God, you said you’d stay by me,

In good times and in bad,

Why then did you leave me

Each time my life was sad?”

“My precious child,” God answered,

“When your life had pain, I knew.

The single set of footprints

Were the times I carried you.”

This poem is no Psalm, and nowhere in the Bible will you find the phrase “A single set of footprints” or any variation of it. But the themes of the work – doubt, frustration, and comfort in the realization of utter dependence on Another – are carried through in many passages. In frustration after decades spent waiting with no apparent heir to the promise, Abraham doubted God when he was finally told that Sarah would have a son (Gen. 17:17). Peter, in the face of “the wind boisterous,” doubted the safety of walking on the waves to Jesus and began to sink (Matt. 14:30). Thomas, the most famous doubter of Scripture, doubted the resurrection of His Lord and friend when the disciples came to him with their news (John 20:25). And yet, in all of these instances and more, God reassures – sometimes with a rebuke, sometimes fervently, and sometimes gently. In this poem, God answers the doubt of His servant with the word “precious” and the reassurance of His sustaining grace. We have all experienced – and continue to endure – “scenes of suffering, pain, and strife.” But in these moments, even while (with our earthly perspective) it would appear that we face life alone, we have only to wait on the Lord to receive those reassurances. The support expressed by a member in the church family. The coincidence of a devotional or a sermon topic lining up exactly with some trying situation in our lives. Even a poem, read as a child and reflected on years later, can provide that extra motivation we need to lift our chins and look up to the One who wrote the history of the world and knows the end and the significance of our own stories.

Ashley Huizinga

Living to Glorify God

It is so easy to forget why God put us on this earth sometimes. Why, God? we ask. Some days I even find myself thinking I have the right purpose—serving others. I love to help others and often use it to justify that of course I’m being godly in what I’m doing. But a lot of times that service ends up being my god, and instead of aiming to glorify God in that service, I am doing it for lots of other reasons. Then I sing a Psalter number or read a Psalm and am once again struck how very wrong I am. We are reminded by so many of the Psalms that our sole purpose is to praise our Father and give Him all honor and glory. Below is a poem I put together, weaving lines of many Psalter numbers throughout—God gave us these songs so we can remember our calling!

Why am I here, on this earth?

Why did my mother give me birth?

Each day will I give thanks to Thee

And all Thy praise proclaim!


What is my purpose in this life?

What can I do amidst the strife?

Sing a new song to Jehovah

For the wonders He hath wrought!


But I am tired, weak, and weary—

How can I be anything but teary?

Sons of men, awake to praise

God the Lord who reigns above!


This life is hard and full of woes—

I have trouble just fighting my foes.

We on Thy lovingkindness dwell,

The wonders of Thy grace!


How can I, a poor and little child—

Speak to the Creator of the wild?

Say ye to God, How terrible

In all thy works art Thou!


But all I can do is so small

Compared to the God who made us all.

All glory, might, and honor

Ascribe to God on high!




Blest be the Lord, our fathers’ God,

Eternal King of kings,

Who only is omnipotent,

Performing wondrous things!

Blest be His great and glorious Name

For evermore, Amen,

And let His glory fill the earth

From shore to shore. Amen.


Psalter numbers in the order they appear in poem: 399:1, 261:1, 295:4, 134:1, 173:2, 183:4, 196

Grace Medema