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Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Jehovah Sabaoth Emanu

On the eve of Thanksgiving, we all have things to be thankful for. To those in circumstances that make it difficult to be thankful, I offer this name of God: Jehovah Sabaoth Emanu, or "The Lord of Hosts is with you."

Some excerpts from Precept Ministries:

"The Hebrew for "host" is Tsaba used 486x with most uses having something to do with warfare, armies or fighting. In general, "Host" can describe a multitude of men or army...Believers today must remember that this is the same Name that all in covenant with Him can run to, crying out in their hour of need, when all hope seems to be lost & defeat appears inevitable. May we all learn to cry out to our Warrior, the Lord of Hosts it is He, for the battle is His....In sum, Jehovah Sabaoth is God's Name for man's extremity, those times when we have reached our end, finding ourselves impotent, in turmoil, embroiled in real spiritual warfare & with no other source of help. So meditate deeply on the truth revealed in the magnificent, sufficient Name of Jehovah Sabaoth...."

I paraphrase David Jeremiah who had this to say today, "The enemy seeks to limit us to our present calamity in order to divert us from the greater works of God." His message was one of hope to the troubled, based on Psalm 46. He mentioned the hymn, often called the "Battle Hymn of the Reformation," Martin Luther's "A Mighty Fortress", which has been translated into almost every known language, and at least eighty different translations have been made into English. "A Mighty Fortress" so captured the spirit of the Protestant Reformation that when Protestant emigrants were forced into exile or martyrs went to their death, "A Mighty Fortress" always seemed to be the song they chose to sing.

During times when the Reformation seemed lost, Luther would say to his friend Melanchthon, "Let's sing the Forty-sixth Psalm." [Psalm 46]


A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our Helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing;
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not His equal
Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God's own choosing;
Dost ask Who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

So sing to the Lord of Hosts this Thanksgiving, and be joyful in all our circumstances!