Even this whole world is a story, a very long, dramatic and sometimes tedious story, but a story nonetheless.
Our individualism is also a story, how we grow from infants to adults to elderly. But not just the physical part, the spiritual part as well. Our story is our own and whatever happens to us individually is maturing us inwardly as Jesus’ bride.
How is it our own? Here’s an idea: “So Peter seeing him said to Jesus, ‘Lord, and what about this man?’ Jesus said to him, ‘If I want him to remain until I come, what is that to you? You follow Me!’” … John 21:21-22
C. S. Lewis also had a similar one in the Chronicles of Narnia:
Shasta: “You also wounded Aravis”
Aslan: ” It was I!”
Shasta: “What for?”
Aslan: “Child! I am telling you Your story, not hers. No one is told any story but their own.”
When the Spirit is working within you, you can’t really argue with that. I have to share my own little confession. For a couple of days I’ve been jealous of revelations that others in our family have been sharing. Today, the Spirit brought a choice, if you will, to mind. I can either be jealous of what He’s been giving to others and let myself get bitter and resentful about it, or I can be proud of them sharing what He is doing in their lives and being willing to share with us.
Like I said, you can’t argue with that my friend.
Till Jesus wills it,
Once the Shepherd stooped and touched the flowers gently with His fingers, then said to Much-Afraid with a smile, “Humble yourself, and you will find that Love is spreading a carpet of flowers beneath your feet.”
Much-Afraid looked at Him earnestly. “I have often wondered about the wild flowers,” she said. “It does seem strange that such unnumbered multitudes should bloom in the wild places of the earth where perhaps nobody ever sees them and the goats and the cattle can walk over them and crush them to death. They have so much beauty and sweetness to give and no one on whom to lavish it, nor who will even appreciate it.”
The look the Shepherd turned on her was very beautiful. “Nothing my Father and I have made is ever wasted,” He said quietly, “and the little wild flowers have a wonderful lesson to teach. They offer themselves so sweetly and confidently and willingly, even if it seems that there is no one to appreciate them. Just as though they sang a joyous little song to themselves, that it is so happy to love, even though one is not loved in return.
“I must tell you a great truth, Much-Afraid, which only the few understand. All the fairest beauties in the human soul, its greatest victories, and its most splendid achievements are always those which no one else knows anything about, or can only dimly guess at. Every inner response of the human heart to Love and every conquest over self-love is a new flower on the tree of Love. Many a quiet, ordinary, and hidden love, unknown to the world, is a veritable garden in which Love’s flowers and fruits have come to such perfection that it is a place of delight where the King of love himself walks and rejoices with His friends. Some of My servants have indeed won great visible victories and are rightly loved and reverenced by other men, but always their greatest victories are like the wild flowers, those which no one knows about.”~ From Hinds Feet on High Places.
Isn’t that beautiful? It’s like a caress to be touched even by His hand. How happy that flower is. It sits where it’s planted, garbed only with the simple yet sweet beauty its Creator gave it. Dancing in the breeze, kissed by the sun, and ne’er a care in the world those flowers have.
I love the fact that it’s the quiet, sometimes unseen labor of love that is remembered most by the Kingdom of love.
I leave you my friend with this paragraph. Feels like spring doesn’t it?
Till Jesus wills it,
We all know the musical and the song. Singing it again made me think of the scriptures that say the hills dance at the sound of His voice, skipping like the goats that live on the mountains!
Jesus’ voice and His Spirit are the sound of music giving creation their songs that they’ve sung ever since time began.
Flowers gently dance to the wind’s waltz,
Water in the ocean laps or crashes to the current’s beat.
Rain adds to the choir in gentle tones, and,
after the showers a rainbow gives a grand finale!
Sing for joy all the earth, Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music and I’ll sing once more.
Till Jesus wills it,
“There she is, get her!” snapped Samuel, one of the priests of the Temple. At once strong, rough arms grabbed Mariam while her lover fled from the scene. “Oh no, please! she cried, let me go!” ignoring her pleas for mercy, the small group of of officials soon turned to a crowd who were angered at such an adulterous scandal, and to think Mariam was a high born lady of the Jewish society. To betray her husband, a member of the Council was outrageous.
Mariam struggled but try as she could, she couldn’t break her captors hold. Frightened, she knew the Law, adulterers were to be stoned till dead.
Till at last, they came upon a young man speaking with his followers and a few other people, throwing the sobbing woman at his feet, they demanded.
“Teacher! This woman was caught in an adulterous act with another man, and the Law of Moses condemns such an act by saying that she is to be stoned to death!” Samuel, the one who spoke, spat when he said the word death, looking dangerously at Mariam as he did so. She flinched at his hate and couldn’t even look up at the man to who she would be judged. If she had, she would’ve seen no anger or hatred in his face. Jesus gazed down at the sobbing figure at his feet, then at her accusers, knowing that this wasn’t because of justice but set a trap for him.
Without a word, Jesus knelt and wrote in the dust with his finger.
“Well?, Samuel asked impatiently, “what do you say good Teacher?”
At that, Jesus stood up and looked Samuel straight in the eye, “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone at this woman.”
A gasp and murmurs arose from the crowd as one by one they left Mariam and Jesus alone. Mariam was still crying, huddled in a pitiful heap in the dirt. She felt a strong yet gentle hand raise her to her feet and she found herself looking into her rescuer’s face. “Woman, Jesus said, his voice kind, “where are those who condemned you? Is there anyone to accuse you?” Mariam looked around, the courtyard was empty! “No..no one Lord, she stammered, “No one’s here..”
Brushing away her tears with his calloused hands not ungentle in its touch, he replied, “Neither do I, go now child and sin no more” with a final caress to her cheek, Jesus turned and with his followers left that place.
Mariam stood alone in the courtyard a minute longer scarcely able to believe what just happened. It was true though..she felt as if a weight had been lifted. She was forgiven.by Hope