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Wounds and Scars

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If someone asks, ‘What are these wounds on your body?’ they will answer, ‘The wounds I was given at the house of my friends.’
Zechariah 13:6

 
Funny, you never really think of your friends betraying you until one day it happens and you’re like, “what just happened?” It blindsides you out of left field.  With an enemy you rather expect it and look out for it, but not from someone you trust.
 
The psalmist speaks of my own familiar friend who I had trusted has lifted his hand against me. He and I walked with each other and shared bread together.
 
Christianity is an interesting faith because things happen that you’d have never guess would happen and hoped that it wouldn’t. In another place in Micah, I believe, it says not to trust anyone – not even the wife or the husband leaning against you because sometime they might use whatever you have and say against you. 
 
What I would like to be and happen is to be true when the rubber meets the road. When the time of testing happens, to be a true friend and not wound the one closest to you.  But I know its not always like that.  Although, even wounds can be trophies to remember and rejoice about.  Again, Christianity is interesting.  Reactions that God requires is a head turner.  They are totally against the grain of what the world calls rational and realistic. 
 
In closing, the words of Paul are thus;  From now on, let no one cause me trouble, for I bear on my body the marks of Jesus. Galatians 6:17
 
Till Jesus wills it,
Godspeed!

Living in the Moment

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I slept, but my heart was awake, when I heard my lover knocking and calling: “Open to me, my treasure, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”

But I responded, “I have taken off my robe. Should I get dressed again? I have washed my feet. Should I get them soiled?”
My lover tried to unlatch the door, and my heart thrilled within me.
I jumped up to open the door for my love, and my hands dripped with perfume. My fingers dripped with lovely myrrh as I pulled back the bolt.
I opened to my lover, but he was gone! My heart sank. I searched for him but could not find him anywhere. I called to him, but there was no reply.  ~ Song of Solomon

A cautionary tale I see in this; the Bride has gotten comfortable. The thrill of the romance which had brought her such happiness in the beginning is getting a little routine. She’s still in love with her Lover and Husband but notice her attitude; must I? Moaning and groaning at how tedious it is to get up for her Love she wants to stay in bed, but her feelings towards Him warm as He tries desperately to get to her and she eventually gets up and moves to open the door for Him.

Alas! He’s gone! Much to her dismay and sorrow as she spends the rest of the awful night looking for Him who her heart loves.

“Whoever seeks Me will find Me.” “All who knock the door will open. Seek and you will find, ask and you will receive.” Revelation 3:20 and Matthew 7:7

Seize the moment, live in it. Always listening and ready for Him. Men are usually initiators but at times they like it when their significant other initiates to them.

Help me to live in the moment Jesus. I want to open to You when You call.

Till Jesus wills it,
Godspeed!

Mary, Mother of Jesus

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We all know who Mary is, the virgin maid chosen to bear the Son of God.  Yes she’s that, but I want to talk about her as a human being, not as the ‘pure as glass Sue’ that she’s been made out to be.

Today while shopping, my Mom and I were discussing the wedding in Cana and the wine running out, and Mary sliding over to Jesus with a knowing look and saying, “They’ve run out of wine!”   I can relate to being so close to parents to the point where whatever comes out of their mouth you know what they’re thinking and meaning.   Mary and Jesus were undoubtedly close like that.  She knew who He was, and He knew who He was, and He knew exactly what she was meaning.

Now what I found out that was most interesting was that Mary had moments of being heady, as in, “Hey, I’ve got the inside scoop.”  But Jesus tells her quietly that it wasn’t His time yet, and off she goes and tells the servants to do whatever He tells them.

There’s another moment too when Jesus is twelve, and she can’t find him during a trip to Jerusalem.  She panics.  She was entrusted with God’s son of all people, and then she loses him?  So for three days she and Joseph search the whole city.  Finally finding Him, she scolds Him as to why He ran off.   In return He asks why was she searching for Him? Didn’t she know He must be about His Fathers business?

There’s also that moment comes when Jesus is speaking to a crowd and someone pipes up and says His mother and brothers are there to speak to Him.  About what?  Maybe they weren’t pleased with everything He spoke of, as we know His brothers at first didn’t believe in Him. Jesus again brings His family down to earth again by asking, “Who are my mother and brothers?” And looking at His followers He says, “the ones who follow the will of my Father, they are My mother and brothers.”  After that it doesn’t say if He goes out at all to them.

Now in my personal opinion, Mary wasn’t much of an interesting character.  Sure she was special in being Jesus’ mother, but personality wise?  I’ve always found her a bit bland.  Now that I see these moments again, I’m glad to see she wasn’t perfect, as the songs say, but that she had moments of headiness, and  misunderstandings. However, Mary came to see that she couldn’t force the Spirit within Jesus and she came to trust and believe completely.  She came to treasure everything she had seen and heard in her heart.

Till Jesus wills it,
Godspeed!

How Great Thou Art

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O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: “My God, how great Thou art!”