How cool!
He appeared 12 times and the first time the women saw Him.
Not that I think us women need to push our power and I haven't made a cardboard sign so that I can march on Washington as an equal to men, I just think it's cool that the ladies were first. We did a whole bunch of stuff in the bible. I think you should read it. It's really cool.
Matthew 28:1-10 NIV
Matthew 28
Jesus Has Risen
1 After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb.
2 There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. 3 His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. 4 The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.
5 The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. 6 He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. 7 Then go quickly and tell his disciples: ‘He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.’ Now I have told you.”
8 So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples. 9 Suddenly Jesus met them. “Greetings,” he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him. 10 Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me.”
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Thursday, December 10, 2009
Her Heart
I wrote this some time ago and thought it needed a dusting off to remind me of her and how chosen she was and is. A mother. . .A mother who loved for us and the man that held her hand for us. We are blessed to have Him and them to remind us of the life beyond this.
I’m not so sure that I truly understood the pain that she must have felt while watching Him travel from place to place being treated as a criminal and as a star, so to speak, until I gave birth to my son. He was a surprise, a big surprise. I remember looking in the mirror after the second test thinking huh?. . . . Me . . .Us . . . We can’t do this. I remember the sound of the receptionist’s voice when she said "Congratulations" and I said "A . . . sure" she responded with "Oh" I then began to try to redeem myself with "No. . . no . . . I’m happy".
What did she feel?
Was she as afraid as I was?
More so I think.
My pregnancy was great, my friends and family were happy, my husband was a proud father to be. I couldn’t seem to stop smiling.
Did she keep a smile on her face?
I think she must have.
How did he feel when she told him?
Did he look shocked?
Most fathers do the first time.
This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about:
His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.
I wonder if she talked to Him before he was born?
Did she put her hand on her tummy to feel His kicks?
She must have.
When my son was born I sat in the hospital bed looking down at this small being wondering what to do.
How I loved him so much.
I could hardly take my eyes from him.
She must have been as fascinated.
I remember standing at the window of my son’s room looking out at the moon, so big and silver. It looked as if you could touch it.
I remember as I stood with my sleeping baby, worried as all new mothers worry about the things that could take this little one away, I remember thinking God how hard to send Him here to die.
I couldn’t let my child go to the cross.
I turned and looked at my sleeping boy safe and warm.
I truly know the sacrifice that mother made for us.
She carried a child for us.
She nurtured a child for us.
She watched as they beat, mocked, tortured, and one by one drove nails into Him.
After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him.
Then they led him away to crucify him.
My son had three stitches above his eye I want to take his pain away and I felt like hitting the doctor when he rushed not making sure it was numb.
Only three tiny stitshes went through my heart.
Did it feel as if those nails were going into her heart each one more painful than the other?
How broken she must have felt as she watched her son die a horrible and painful death.
Was she relieved when He took His last breath?
No more pain.
Now it’s done.
How hard it must have been to hold her son knowing He wouldn’t smile at her on this earth again.
Was she comforted by the knowledge that He Was, Is, And Will Always Be?
I know a mother’s heart.
She must have hurt so much for Him.
I know that God gave her comfort through it all.
I am so grateful for Mary.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life. God did not send His Son into the world to condemn it, but to save it" (John 3:16-17).
I’m not so sure that I truly understood the pain that she must have felt while watching Him travel from place to place being treated as a criminal and as a star, so to speak, until I gave birth to my son. He was a surprise, a big surprise. I remember looking in the mirror after the second test thinking huh?. . . . Me . . .Us . . . We can’t do this. I remember the sound of the receptionist’s voice when she said "Congratulations" and I said "A . . . sure" she responded with "Oh" I then began to try to redeem myself with "No. . . no . . . I’m happy".
What did she feel?
Was she as afraid as I was?
More so I think.
My pregnancy was great, my friends and family were happy, my husband was a proud father to be. I couldn’t seem to stop smiling.
Did she keep a smile on her face?
I think she must have.
How did he feel when she told him?
Did he look shocked?
Most fathers do the first time.
This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about:
His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.
I wonder if she talked to Him before he was born?
Did she put her hand on her tummy to feel His kicks?
She must have.
When my son was born I sat in the hospital bed looking down at this small being wondering what to do.
How I loved him so much.
I could hardly take my eyes from him.
She must have been as fascinated.
I remember standing at the window of my son’s room looking out at the moon, so big and silver. It looked as if you could touch it.
I remember as I stood with my sleeping baby, worried as all new mothers worry about the things that could take this little one away, I remember thinking God how hard to send Him here to die.
I couldn’t let my child go to the cross.
I turned and looked at my sleeping boy safe and warm.
I truly know the sacrifice that mother made for us.
She carried a child for us.
She nurtured a child for us.
She watched as they beat, mocked, tortured, and one by one drove nails into Him.
After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him.
Then they led him away to crucify him.
My son had three stitches above his eye I want to take his pain away and I felt like hitting the doctor when he rushed not making sure it was numb.
Only three tiny stitshes went through my heart.
Did it feel as if those nails were going into her heart each one more painful than the other?
How broken she must have felt as she watched her son die a horrible and painful death.
Was she relieved when He took His last breath?
No more pain.
Now it’s done.
How hard it must have been to hold her son knowing He wouldn’t smile at her on this earth again.
Was she comforted by the knowledge that He Was, Is, And Will Always Be?
I know a mother’s heart.
She must have hurt so much for Him.
I know that God gave her comfort through it all.
I am so grateful for Mary.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life. God did not send His Son into the world to condemn it, but to save it" (John 3:16-17).
Sunday, December 21, 2008
What sparks your Christmas Spirit?
I can tell you that I am so over hearing Christmas music at work. I am over seeing people purchasing Christmas decorations with a grim look and a grumble on their lips. Miss Littles has had two chats with Santa’s helpers. We are done with that for the year.
At the work Christmas party I won OU stuff and a Larry The Cable Guy video. I returned everything but the OU hat, my son said he’d wear it. I used the store credit for things my daughter needed and The Santa Claus videos. The kids and I watched two of them that night, I feel asleep during the second so opted to watch the third another night.
So what sparks me?
Not being at the mall on THE BUSIEST DAY of the year. Yiks. I took a number for one the stores then went into another to return something. I came back and waited for them to call my number.
What gave me the spark?
Today’s production gave me a spark. The production was simple making it even better. The cast was small making it more realistic. It was real and it was great. Miss Littles did a great job with her speaking parts and solo. She was a beautiful angel. Mary added the real part by exploring her nose on stage and she fell. Don’t worry nose and body were fine. I had to smile at one of the wise men as he sat on stage because he sat like a typical boy.
What most of the audience didn’t know is that the kids hadn’t all been together for rehearsals once. They didn’t see me and the other ladies years before making angel costumes to hand down for years to come. They didn’t see us trying to fit squirmy children. They missed out on the typing of the production so that the children would have the words when needed. They missed out on the rehearsals, the patience of my sister and the lady who puts it all together. They didn’t note that the program was thought out by the art department so that parents could save it for year to come. (That’s a team of two one being me). They didn’t see the tears from stage fright, he managed to stand on stage for a while with a pep talk from my sister. They didn’t see us in the booth working to make things go as smoothly as we could control.
What gives me the spark?
Knowing that my children know why we celebrate the birth of Christ at this time of year and knowing that they will celebrate every day.
God gave us a wonderful gift that night and at this time we pause to remember how important that baby is for us.
At the work Christmas party I won OU stuff and a Larry The Cable Guy video. I returned everything but the OU hat, my son said he’d wear it. I used the store credit for things my daughter needed and The Santa Claus videos. The kids and I watched two of them that night, I feel asleep during the second so opted to watch the third another night.
So what sparks me?
Not being at the mall on THE BUSIEST DAY of the year. Yiks. I took a number for one the stores then went into another to return something. I came back and waited for them to call my number.
What gave me the spark?
Today’s production gave me a spark. The production was simple making it even better. The cast was small making it more realistic. It was real and it was great. Miss Littles did a great job with her speaking parts and solo. She was a beautiful angel. Mary added the real part by exploring her nose on stage and she fell. Don’t worry nose and body were fine. I had to smile at one of the wise men as he sat on stage because he sat like a typical boy.
What most of the audience didn’t know is that the kids hadn’t all been together for rehearsals once. They didn’t see me and the other ladies years before making angel costumes to hand down for years to come. They didn’t see us trying to fit squirmy children. They missed out on the typing of the production so that the children would have the words when needed. They missed out on the rehearsals, the patience of my sister and the lady who puts it all together. They didn’t note that the program was thought out by the art department so that parents could save it for year to come. (That’s a team of two one being me). They didn’t see the tears from stage fright, he managed to stand on stage for a while with a pep talk from my sister. They didn’t see us in the booth working to make things go as smoothly as we could control.
What gives me the spark?
Knowing that my children know why we celebrate the birth of Christ at this time of year and knowing that they will celebrate every day.
God gave us a wonderful gift that night and at this time we pause to remember how important that baby is for us.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Her Heart
I wrote this some time ago and thought it needed a dusting off to remind me of her and how chosen she was and is. A mother. . .A mother who loved for us and the man that held her hand for us. We are blessed to have Him and them to remind us of the life beyond this.
I’m not so sure that I truly understood the pain that she must have felt while watching Him travel from place to place being treated as a criminal and as a star, so to speak, until I gave birth to my son. He was a surprise, a big surprise. I remember looking in the mirror after the second test thinking huh?. . . . Me . . .Us . . . We can’t do this. I remember the sound of the receptionist’s voice when she said "Congratulations" and I said "A . . . sure" she responded with "Oh" I then began to try to redeem myself with "No. . . no . . . I’m happy".
What did she feel?
Was she as afraid as I was?
More so I think.
My pregnancy was great, my friends and family were happy, my husband was a proud father to be. I couldn’t seem to stop smiling.
Did she keep a smile on her face?
I think she must have.
How did he feel when she told him?
Did he look shocked?
Most fathers do the first time.
This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about:
His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.
I wonder if she talked to Him before he was born?
Did she put her hand on her tummy to feel His kicks?
She must have.
When my son was born I sat in the hospital bed looking down at this small being wondering what to do.
How I loved him so much.
I could hardly take my eyes from him.
She must have been as fascinated.
I remember standing at the window of my son’s room looking out at the moon, so big and silver. It looked as if you could touch it.
I remember as I stood with my sleeping baby, worried as all new mothers worry about the things that could take this little one away, I remember thinking God how hard to send Him here to die.
I couldn’t let my child go to the cross.
I turned and looked at my sleeping boy safe and warm.
I truly know the sacrifice that mother made for us.
She carried a child for us.
She nurtured a child for us.
She watched as they beat, mocked, tortured, and one by one drove nails into Him.
After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him.
Then they led him away to crucify him.
My son had three stitches above his eye I want to take his pain away and I felt like hitting the doctor when he rushed not making sure it was numb.
Only three tiny stitshes went through my heart.
Did it feel as if those nails were going into her heart each one more painful than the other?
How broken she must have felt as she watched her son die a horrible and painful death.
Was she relieved when He took His last breath?
No more pain.
Now it’s done.
How hard it must have been to hold her son knowing He wouldn’t smile at her on this earth again.
Was she comforted by the knowledge that He Was, Is, And Will Always Be?
I know a mother’s heart.
She must have hurt so much for Him.
I know that God gave her comfort through it all.
I am so grateful for Mary.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life. God did not send His Son into the world to condemn it, but to save it" (John 3:16-17).
I’m not so sure that I truly understood the pain that she must have felt while watching Him travel from place to place being treated as a criminal and as a star, so to speak, until I gave birth to my son. He was a surprise, a big surprise. I remember looking in the mirror after the second test thinking huh?. . . . Me . . .Us . . . We can’t do this. I remember the sound of the receptionist’s voice when she said "Congratulations" and I said "A . . . sure" she responded with "Oh" I then began to try to redeem myself with "No. . . no . . . I’m happy".
What did she feel?
Was she as afraid as I was?
More so I think.
My pregnancy was great, my friends and family were happy, my husband was a proud father to be. I couldn’t seem to stop smiling.
Did she keep a smile on her face?
I think she must have.
How did he feel when she told him?
Did he look shocked?
Most fathers do the first time.
This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about:
His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.
I wonder if she talked to Him before he was born?
Did she put her hand on her tummy to feel His kicks?
She must have.
When my son was born I sat in the hospital bed looking down at this small being wondering what to do.
How I loved him so much.
I could hardly take my eyes from him.
She must have been as fascinated.
I remember standing at the window of my son’s room looking out at the moon, so big and silver. It looked as if you could touch it.
I remember as I stood with my sleeping baby, worried as all new mothers worry about the things that could take this little one away, I remember thinking God how hard to send Him here to die.
I couldn’t let my child go to the cross.
I turned and looked at my sleeping boy safe and warm.
I truly know the sacrifice that mother made for us.
She carried a child for us.
She nurtured a child for us.
She watched as they beat, mocked, tortured, and one by one drove nails into Him.
After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him.
Then they led him away to crucify him.
My son had three stitches above his eye I want to take his pain away and I felt like hitting the doctor when he rushed not making sure it was numb.
Only three tiny stitshes went through my heart.
Did it feel as if those nails were going into her heart each one more painful than the other?
How broken she must have felt as she watched her son die a horrible and painful death.
Was she relieved when He took His last breath?
No more pain.
Now it’s done.
How hard it must have been to hold her son knowing He wouldn’t smile at her on this earth again.
Was she comforted by the knowledge that He Was, Is, And Will Always Be?
I know a mother’s heart.
She must have hurt so much for Him.
I know that God gave her comfort through it all.
I am so grateful for Mary.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life. God did not send His Son into the world to condemn it, but to save it" (John 3:16-17).
Sunday, November 02, 2008
A song is ringing in my head today.
You take the good you take the bad and there you have the facts of life.
Church was great this morning I felt the songs and enjoyed the minister. One of the men could see it in my eyes and I could see it in his as he took my hand to his cheek. Sadness. It’s hard to hide it some days but we try. His wife is ill, just getting to church is hard for the two of them. I adore those people.
I’ll come out stronger my children won’t.
Good you ask?
Where is the good?
I have wonderful people, some take my hand to their faces when I hug them. They show me thir eyes, the eyes of Jesus.
I received a call tonight saying that my dad had gone forward. My heart stopped and panic set in I began to question my cousin as to where they had taken him. She said no he is going forward in church. my dad took the dip.
God never said Milly life will be a peach for you He just promised to be there every moment of the day.
So I take the good and I take the bad as I hold His hand and He takes it to His cheek.
Church was great this morning I felt the songs and enjoyed the minister. One of the men could see it in my eyes and I could see it in his as he took my hand to his cheek. Sadness. It’s hard to hide it some days but we try. His wife is ill, just getting to church is hard for the two of them. I adore those people.
I’ll come out stronger my children won’t.
Good you ask?
Where is the good?
I have wonderful people, some take my hand to their faces when I hug them. They show me thir eyes, the eyes of Jesus.
I received a call tonight saying that my dad had gone forward. My heart stopped and panic set in I began to question my cousin as to where they had taken him. She said no he is going forward in church. my dad took the dip.
God never said Milly life will be a peach for you He just promised to be there every moment of the day.
So I take the good and I take the bad as I hold His hand and He takes it to His cheek.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Freefall with God!
Last Sunday the minister at my church preached about the sermon on the mount and I’ll think about posting my thoughts on that later. He started with Matthew 4. These words stuck firmly in my head at once and immediately. Read these passages
NIV
Matthew 4
The Calling of the First Disciples
18As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. 19"Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will make you fishers of men." 20At once they left their nets and followed him.
21Going on from there, he saw two other brothers, James son of Zebedee and his brother John. They were in a boat with their father Zebedee, preparing their nets. Jesus called them, 22and immediately they left the boat and their father and followed him. 20And they straightway left their nets, and followed him.
King James
Matthew 4
18And Jesus, walking by the sea of Galilee, saw two brethren, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea: for they were fishers.
19And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.
20And they straightway left their nets, and followed him.
21And going on from thence, he saw other two brethren, James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother, in a ship with Zebedee their father, mending their nets; and he called them.
22And they immediately left the ship and their father, and followed him.
English Standard
Matthew 4
Jesus Calls the First Disciples
18 While walking by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon (who is called Peter) and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea, for they were fishermen. 19And he said to them, "Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men." 20Immediately they left their nets and followed him. 21And going on from there he saw two other brothers, James the son of Zebedee and John his brother, in the boat with Zebedee their father, mending their nets, and he called them. 22Immediately they left the boat and their father and followed him.
The Message
Matthew 4
18-20Walking along the beach of Lake Galilee, Jesus saw two brothers: Simon (later called Peter) and Andrew. They were fishing, throwing their nets into the lake. It was their regular work. Jesus said to them, "Come with me. I'll make a new kind of fisherman out of you. I'll show you how to catch men and women instead of perch and bass." They didn't ask questions, but simply dropped their nets and followed.
21-22A short distance down the beach they came upon another pair of brothers, James and John, Zebedee's sons. These two were sitting in a boat with their father, Zebedee, mending their fishnets. Jesus made the same offer to them, and they were just as quick to follow, abandoning boat and father.
At once!
Immediately!
The magnitude of those words resonate in my head. Jesus simply called to them and they dropped their nets. Those nets weren’t purchased at Target they were handmade, that takes time and skill. This was their lives. This was how they supported themselves. Everyone and everything was to be left behind. They didn’t pack boxes nor did they grab a change of clothes. No girl in their eyes to say good bye to. No buddies to shake hands with and wish them well. They took that step without support of loved ones.
Yesterday I spent some time in the grocery store examining three choices of chicken stuff. Before that I spent some time thinking about how much time I had before I had to pick up the kids because I was delayed at the mechanic’s getting my oil changed, it took two hours. (They washed it without asking or telling me, a nice serendipity) Before that I debated on what kind of oil to put into the car. I chose the better stuff. (a man might tell me different or he might frown because I pay to have it done but I am manless, I’ve paid to have the oil changed from the get go with this car.
Back to my thought process:
I have to think things out. I have to look at all sides. I’ve heard of others who just went, they heard God calling and they sold the house and went. When I was young I would do some spontaneous things but to give up a life to live in uncertainty just wasn’t me. I really have to think on this one. If you are the man of the house who has heard the calling and you convince your family to follow you to another state making job changes, school changes, home changes, and friend changes sure you are freefalling with God but you have your family. These men just dropped the nets without any discussion. James and John didn’t ask their father if they should go, they just went.
Perhaps that doesn’t blow you away!
It sure does me!
I took a leap of faith when I made the call to bring the beginning to the end of my marriage after spending a huge amount of time watching, thinking, and most of all praying. But I did all of those things. Giving time to mull of things is important you do need to be sure that what you’re doing is what is best for you and your family. I’m ending a things after a lot of thought, after God reviled to me that I was right in doing so.
I do believe that God calls us to go with Him and clearly He does it that quickly. I just have never heard that call and it blows me away to think of feeling His security to take that freefall.
Have you ever been called to do so that quickly
NIV
Matthew 4
The Calling of the First Disciples
18As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. 19"Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will make you fishers of men." 20At once they left their nets and followed him.
21Going on from there, he saw two other brothers, James son of Zebedee and his brother John. They were in a boat with their father Zebedee, preparing their nets. Jesus called them, 22and immediately they left the boat and their father and followed him. 20And they straightway left their nets, and followed him.
King James
Matthew 4
18And Jesus, walking by the sea of Galilee, saw two brethren, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea: for they were fishers.
19And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.
20And they straightway left their nets, and followed him.
21And going on from thence, he saw other two brethren, James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother, in a ship with Zebedee their father, mending their nets; and he called them.
22And they immediately left the ship and their father, and followed him.
English Standard
Matthew 4
Jesus Calls the First Disciples
18 While walking by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon (who is called Peter) and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea, for they were fishermen. 19And he said to them, "Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men." 20Immediately they left their nets and followed him. 21And going on from there he saw two other brothers, James the son of Zebedee and John his brother, in the boat with Zebedee their father, mending their nets, and he called them. 22Immediately they left the boat and their father and followed him.
The Message
Matthew 4
18-20Walking along the beach of Lake Galilee, Jesus saw two brothers: Simon (later called Peter) and Andrew. They were fishing, throwing their nets into the lake. It was their regular work. Jesus said to them, "Come with me. I'll make a new kind of fisherman out of you. I'll show you how to catch men and women instead of perch and bass." They didn't ask questions, but simply dropped their nets and followed.
21-22A short distance down the beach they came upon another pair of brothers, James and John, Zebedee's sons. These two were sitting in a boat with their father, Zebedee, mending their fishnets. Jesus made the same offer to them, and they were just as quick to follow, abandoning boat and father.
At once!
Immediately!
The magnitude of those words resonate in my head. Jesus simply called to them and they dropped their nets. Those nets weren’t purchased at Target they were handmade, that takes time and skill. This was their lives. This was how they supported themselves. Everyone and everything was to be left behind. They didn’t pack boxes nor did they grab a change of clothes. No girl in their eyes to say good bye to. No buddies to shake hands with and wish them well. They took that step without support of loved ones.
Yesterday I spent some time in the grocery store examining three choices of chicken stuff. Before that I spent some time thinking about how much time I had before I had to pick up the kids because I was delayed at the mechanic’s getting my oil changed, it took two hours. (They washed it without asking or telling me, a nice serendipity) Before that I debated on what kind of oil to put into the car. I chose the better stuff. (a man might tell me different or he might frown because I pay to have it done but I am manless, I’ve paid to have the oil changed from the get go with this car.
Back to my thought process:
I have to think things out. I have to look at all sides. I’ve heard of others who just went, they heard God calling and they sold the house and went. When I was young I would do some spontaneous things but to give up a life to live in uncertainty just wasn’t me. I really have to think on this one. If you are the man of the house who has heard the calling and you convince your family to follow you to another state making job changes, school changes, home changes, and friend changes sure you are freefalling with God but you have your family. These men just dropped the nets without any discussion. James and John didn’t ask their father if they should go, they just went.
Perhaps that doesn’t blow you away!
It sure does me!
I took a leap of faith when I made the call to bring the beginning to the end of my marriage after spending a huge amount of time watching, thinking, and most of all praying. But I did all of those things. Giving time to mull of things is important you do need to be sure that what you’re doing is what is best for you and your family. I’m ending a things after a lot of thought, after God reviled to me that I was right in doing so.
I do believe that God calls us to go with Him and clearly He does it that quickly. I just have never heard that call and it blows me away to think of feeling His security to take that freefall.
Have you ever been called to do so that quickly
at once~ immediately ?
Did you go straightway go?
Or did you spend time thinking about it?
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Immeasurable God
As I stood at work looking out into the vastness of hardware and home improvement I thought about how I see God and God sees me. When I was a child God was big, he was a huge immeasurable being that I loved and was told that He loved me but He seemed too big to reach yet always with me, it’s hard to explain I suppose. It’s just that I wasn’t really raised in a church going home after fifth grade and I had a huge amount of fears as a small child. Honestly a huge amount. I had more panic attacks as a child then as an adult. God was enormous and I was part afraid, curious, and very confused. He was always with me He could always see me. Even when I’m doing stuff God could see me. The sixties and seventies were a time of Hell fire and brim stone sermons. God was going to smote us if we weren’t respecting Him, following Him, if we doubted we were dead. It was frightening for me as a child. But still I loved Him because in the cracks He showed me Himself.
As an adult I see God differently and still the same. He is vast and in my brain I find confusion at times. God can hear me . . . He can hear me. He keeps me in His pocket for safe keeping like a prized possession . . . along with all of you. To really grasp this I think of where I work most of the time. I’m watching four screens, four or more people, four computers, the area around me, a walkie-talkie seems to be chattering most of the time, the phone ringing, those who are stopping by for information, and most of the time I have a bit of paperwork to do while all of this is going on. I love it! I have those folks who know me and give hugs, jokes, and blessings. I get yelled at cussed at and seem to be the one who has made their day a moment in hell. I do this rush for only a few short hours a day clock out and get into my car, my sanctuary, a place to pray and find peace. I have trouble keeping up with people and the demands at times and I’m good at it. God is the Supreme Being the one who invented all of us yammering people and He has absolutely no problem listening to us. I doubt that God says “You know it was such a hard day at earth I think I’ll take a long bath and watch a movie tonight.” He’s God. He listens to us children as a patient parent listens to an eight year old tells you about her day.
God sent Jesus here for us we see that He can be a touchable God. Jesus showed us love and kindness He showed us a loving God. We needed that and He knew that we did, would, and will.
God has given me valuable beings to talk to they have listened and prayed for me but I see that I have worn at least one out. I understand that not everyone can listen like God can.
These days I think that I’ve made God smaller I think that I need for Him to be smaller. I need to feel Him next to me. I need to hold His hand to my heart. I need Him to be the one to lean on.
As an adult I see God differently and still the same. He is vast and in my brain I find confusion at times. God can hear me . . . He can hear me. He keeps me in His pocket for safe keeping like a prized possession . . . along with all of you. To really grasp this I think of where I work most of the time. I’m watching four screens, four or more people, four computers, the area around me, a walkie-talkie seems to be chattering most of the time, the phone ringing, those who are stopping by for information, and most of the time I have a bit of paperwork to do while all of this is going on. I love it! I have those folks who know me and give hugs, jokes, and blessings. I get yelled at cussed at and seem to be the one who has made their day a moment in hell. I do this rush for only a few short hours a day clock out and get into my car, my sanctuary, a place to pray and find peace. I have trouble keeping up with people and the demands at times and I’m good at it. God is the Supreme Being the one who invented all of us yammering people and He has absolutely no problem listening to us. I doubt that God says “You know it was such a hard day at earth I think I’ll take a long bath and watch a movie tonight.” He’s God. He listens to us children as a patient parent listens to an eight year old tells you about her day.
God sent Jesus here for us we see that He can be a touchable God. Jesus showed us love and kindness He showed us a loving God. We needed that and He knew that we did, would, and will.
God has given me valuable beings to talk to they have listened and prayed for me but I see that I have worn at least one out. I understand that not everyone can listen like God can.
These days I think that I’ve made God smaller I think that I need for Him to be smaller. I need to feel Him next to me. I need to hold His hand to my heart. I need Him to be the one to lean on.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
On whose clock shall our time on this realm end?
If it shall end sooner than later what shall you be doing to pass your short life away?
Will you worry about what they believe?
Will you try to persuade them?
How wrong they are, you know you are ever so right.
Aren’t you?
So when the trumpets blast will you be the one on bended knees or will you be the one waving your arms about in pride to show how right you are?
Who shall hear the words from you today?
Where is Christ in you?
Your heart or your prideful self?
Where is Christ in you?
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
How Do We Communion?
Is it to be a celebration or a mirthless occasion?
I’ve been told both.I started to think of that "Last Supper"What was the mood like?Could you feel a shift in the air?Did Jesus show any signs as to what was about to come?And as I often do I made it my ownI began to think of what it might be like walking into that home for that meal.Judas like a thief trying to hide what he had done. He stopped to look at his reflection in pool of water, he couldn’t help but see his treachery. Satan had been talking to him all along and now he has won. What was it inside him that made him give Jesus away for only a few pieces of silver? He tries to justify it as he walks in, look at Him always so perfect. He straitened himself and moved to his place.
Jesus washed their feet.
That’s a big thing.
Take the time to really read it, give it time to roll around in your mind.
Have you ever walked into a room to have a meal with your friends and been surprised by having your feet washed?
I haven't
I realize that some of you know how I feel about feet so you might think sure Milly thinks it’s huge she wouldn’t do it. You know I don’t know now. I really gave this some thought. He not only washed their feet he washed the feet of those who would hurt him later and He knew it. He told them.Now here’s the part where we are so set apart from Jesus. If those who were hurting me were about to have a meal I’d most likely not want to touch their dirty feet but if I did and I knew that they were going to betray me I’d have a bit of sarcasm in my tone when I spoke of some still being unclean. I might even smirk and look see if they might confess. I don’t believe that Jesus did such, it wasn’t in His heart. He knew that they were fulfilling the prophecy.When He told them at that meal what they were going to do only one wasn’t surprise, he had already set the wheels in motion.
I wonder if fear or anger gripped Judas?
Hatred?
What ever it was could it have been an emotion that he could hide?
A sociopath could hide it, I don’t think he was one.
The others might have sensed something in Judas except that Jesus was different that night. His words were cause for concern.Did they look at each other thinking "It has to be him not me"
I doubt the mood was the usual one of talk of the day and listening to Jesus teach.
This meal was different.
To celebrate or to mourn?
Still I don’t know.
Jesus gave His life for us for our sins His beautiful life. Jesus came to this earth knowing He’d go through all of it for us.Humbled for sure.Honored.Unworthy I don’t like thinking that because it almost feels like we don’t get it we don’t deserve Him and yet we don’t.So I have no real words for the feeling that I feel that I should have for this moment. I do know that at times I make that meal of the Lord about me. For me. How can I make it about what it should be when I can’t put a word on it? It’s almost like trying to say YHWH you have to let the air out to say it. You have to let your breath of life out to say YHWH and breathe in new air, new life.
Celebrate?
It’s a moment of giving, Jesus gave to us so we should celebrate His gift of life to us through His death.I asked my son what he thought and being a wise young person who gives most things a bit of thought he said this about communion:
"All of God’s glory doesn't take place on the cross you need to focus on Jesus, on the examples He set for us."
"This Sunday I will focus on what a gift I am receiving from Jesus not just from the cross but in all of God's glory.
. . . .And so I had more thoughts.
I think I have a bit of an obsession with Judas. Actually after I posted on communion and had time to proof it a bit. I know I do that backwards but my time doesn’t always allow that. I sat back and realized that I have a bit of an obsession with Judas.Could it be that I feel sorry for this guy?
It was prophesied that he would do this he anguished over what he had doneJesus said that he would.
Did he do something that the weaker me might have done?
I’d like to think no way no how.
Was he possessed?
I wonder if he felt that he was always on the outside of the group.
Was he that tag along guy?
What makes a man betray his friend for a few pieces of silver?
I’ve been told both.I started to think of that "Last Supper"What was the mood like?Could you feel a shift in the air?Did Jesus show any signs as to what was about to come?And as I often do I made it my ownI began to think of what it might be like walking into that home for that meal.Judas like a thief trying to hide what he had done. He stopped to look at his reflection in pool of water, he couldn’t help but see his treachery. Satan had been talking to him all along and now he has won. What was it inside him that made him give Jesus away for only a few pieces of silver? He tries to justify it as he walks in, look at Him always so perfect. He straitened himself and moved to his place.
Jesus washed their feet.
That’s a big thing.
Take the time to really read it, give it time to roll around in your mind.
Have you ever walked into a room to have a meal with your friends and been surprised by having your feet washed?
I haven't
I realize that some of you know how I feel about feet so you might think sure Milly thinks it’s huge she wouldn’t do it. You know I don’t know now. I really gave this some thought. He not only washed their feet he washed the feet of those who would hurt him later and He knew it. He told them.Now here’s the part where we are so set apart from Jesus. If those who were hurting me were about to have a meal I’d most likely not want to touch their dirty feet but if I did and I knew that they were going to betray me I’d have a bit of sarcasm in my tone when I spoke of some still being unclean. I might even smirk and look see if they might confess. I don’t believe that Jesus did such, it wasn’t in His heart. He knew that they were fulfilling the prophecy.When He told them at that meal what they were going to do only one wasn’t surprise, he had already set the wheels in motion.
I wonder if fear or anger gripped Judas?
Hatred?
What ever it was could it have been an emotion that he could hide?
A sociopath could hide it, I don’t think he was one.
The others might have sensed something in Judas except that Jesus was different that night. His words were cause for concern.Did they look at each other thinking "It has to be him not me"
I doubt the mood was the usual one of talk of the day and listening to Jesus teach.
This meal was different.
To celebrate or to mourn?
Still I don’t know.
Jesus gave His life for us for our sins His beautiful life. Jesus came to this earth knowing He’d go through all of it for us.Humbled for sure.Honored.Unworthy I don’t like thinking that because it almost feels like we don’t get it we don’t deserve Him and yet we don’t.So I have no real words for the feeling that I feel that I should have for this moment. I do know that at times I make that meal of the Lord about me. For me. How can I make it about what it should be when I can’t put a word on it? It’s almost like trying to say YHWH you have to let the air out to say it. You have to let your breath of life out to say YHWH and breathe in new air, new life.
Celebrate?
It’s a moment of giving, Jesus gave to us so we should celebrate His gift of life to us through His death.I asked my son what he thought and being a wise young person who gives most things a bit of thought he said this about communion:
"All of God’s glory doesn't take place on the cross you need to focus on Jesus, on the examples He set for us."
"This Sunday I will focus on what a gift I am receiving from Jesus not just from the cross but in all of God's glory.
. . . .And so I had more thoughts.
I think I have a bit of an obsession with Judas. Actually after I posted on communion and had time to proof it a bit. I know I do that backwards but my time doesn’t always allow that. I sat back and realized that I have a bit of an obsession with Judas.Could it be that I feel sorry for this guy?
It was prophesied that he would do this he anguished over what he had doneJesus said that he would.
Did he do something that the weaker me might have done?
I’d like to think no way no how.
Was he possessed?
I wonder if he felt that he was always on the outside of the group.
Was he that tag along guy?
What makes a man betray his friend for a few pieces of silver?
Monday, August 20, 2007
. . . and so I have more thoughts
I think I have a bit of an obsession with Judas. Actually after I posted on communion and had time to proof it a bit. I know I do that backwards but my time doesn’t always allow that. I sat back and realized that I have a bit of an obsession with Judas.
Could it be that I feel sorry for this guy?
It was prophesied that he would do this he anguished over what he had done
Jesus said that he would.
Did he do something that the weaker me might have done?
I’d like to think no way no how.
Was he possessed?
I wonder if he felt that he was always on the outside of the group.
Was he that tag along guy?
What makes a man betray his friend for a few pieces of silver?
Could it be that I feel sorry for this guy?
It was prophesied that he would do this he anguished over what he had done
Jesus said that he would.
Did he do something that the weaker me might have done?
I’d like to think no way no how.
Was he possessed?
I wonder if he felt that he was always on the outside of the group.
Was he that tag along guy?
What makes a man betray his friend for a few pieces of silver?
Thursday, August 16, 2007
How do we communion?
Lots of post have been written about communion. Codepoke has written very moving posts on communion take the time to read them.
Missy has been thinking about communion.
All of this thought and the discussion got me thinking.
Is it to be a celebration or a mirthless occasion?
I’ve been told both.
I started to think of that "Last Supper"
What was the mood like?
Could you feel a shift in the air?
Did Jesus show any signs as to what was about to come?
And as I often do I made it my own
I began to think of what it might be like walking into that home for that meal.
Judas like a thief trying to hide what he had done. He stopped to look at his reflection in pool of water, he couldn’t help but see his treachery. Satan had been talking to him all along and now he has won. What was it inside him that made him give Jesus away for only a few pieces of silver? He tries to justify it as he walks in, look at Him always so perfect. He straitened himself and moved to his place.
Jesus washed their feet. That’s a big thing. Take the time to really read it, give it time to roll around in your mind. Have you ever walked into a room to have a meal with your friends and been surprised by having your feet washed?
I haven't
I realize that some of you know how I feel about feet so you might think sure Milly thinks it’s huge she wouldn’t do it. You know I don’t know now. I really gave this some thought. He not only washed their feet he washed the feet of those who would hurt him later and He knew it. He told them.
Now here’s the part where we are so set apart from Jesus. If those who were hurting me were about to have a meal I’d most likely not want to touch their dirty feet but if I did and I knew that they were going to betray me I’d have a bit of sarcasm in my tone when I spoke of some still being unclean. I might even smirk and look see if they might confess. I don’t believe that Jesus did such, it wasn’t in His heart. He knew that they were fulfilling the prophecy.
When He told them at that meal what they were going to do only one wasn’t surprise, he had already set the wheels in motion. I wonder if fear or anger gripped Judas? Hatred? What ever it was could it have been an emotion that he could hide?
A sociopath could hide it, I don’t think he was one.
The others might have sensed something in Judas except that Jesus was different that night. His words were cause for concern.
Did they look at each other thinking "It has to be him not me"
I doubt the mood was the usual one of talk of the day and listening to Jesus teach. This meal was different.
To celebrate or to mourn?
Still I don’t know.
Jesus gave His life for us for our sins His beautiful life. Jesus came to this earth knowing He’d go through all of it for us.
Humbled for sure.
Honored.
Unworthy I don’t like thinking that because it almost feels like we don’t get it we don’t deserve Him and yet we don’t.
So I have no real words for the feeling that I feel that I should have for this moment. I do know that at times I make that meal of the Lord about me. For me. How can I make it about what it should be when I can’t put a word on it? It’s almost like trying to say YHWH you have to let the air out to say it. You have to let your breath of life out to say YHWH and breathe in new air, new life.
Celebrate?
It’s a moment of giving, Jesus gave to us so we should celebrate His gift of life to us through His death.
I asked my son what he thought and being a wise young person who gives most things a bit of thought he said this about communion:
"All of God’s glory doesn't take place on the cross you need to focus on Jesus, on the examples He set for us."
This Sunday I will focus on what a gift I am receiving from Jesus not just from the cross but in all of God's glory.
Missy has been thinking about communion.
All of this thought and the discussion got me thinking.
Is it to be a celebration or a mirthless occasion?
I’ve been told both.
I started to think of that "Last Supper"
What was the mood like?
Could you feel a shift in the air?
Did Jesus show any signs as to what was about to come?
And as I often do I made it my own
I began to think of what it might be like walking into that home for that meal.
Judas like a thief trying to hide what he had done. He stopped to look at his reflection in pool of water, he couldn’t help but see his treachery. Satan had been talking to him all along and now he has won. What was it inside him that made him give Jesus away for only a few pieces of silver? He tries to justify it as he walks in, look at Him always so perfect. He straitened himself and moved to his place.
Jesus washed their feet. That’s a big thing. Take the time to really read it, give it time to roll around in your mind. Have you ever walked into a room to have a meal with your friends and been surprised by having your feet washed?
I haven't
I realize that some of you know how I feel about feet so you might think sure Milly thinks it’s huge she wouldn’t do it. You know I don’t know now. I really gave this some thought. He not only washed their feet he washed the feet of those who would hurt him later and He knew it. He told them.
Now here’s the part where we are so set apart from Jesus. If those who were hurting me were about to have a meal I’d most likely not want to touch their dirty feet but if I did and I knew that they were going to betray me I’d have a bit of sarcasm in my tone when I spoke of some still being unclean. I might even smirk and look see if they might confess. I don’t believe that Jesus did such, it wasn’t in His heart. He knew that they were fulfilling the prophecy.
When He told them at that meal what they were going to do only one wasn’t surprise, he had already set the wheels in motion. I wonder if fear or anger gripped Judas? Hatred? What ever it was could it have been an emotion that he could hide?
A sociopath could hide it, I don’t think he was one.
The others might have sensed something in Judas except that Jesus was different that night. His words were cause for concern.
Did they look at each other thinking "It has to be him not me"
I doubt the mood was the usual one of talk of the day and listening to Jesus teach. This meal was different.
To celebrate or to mourn?
Still I don’t know.
Jesus gave His life for us for our sins His beautiful life. Jesus came to this earth knowing He’d go through all of it for us.
Humbled for sure.
Honored.
Unworthy I don’t like thinking that because it almost feels like we don’t get it we don’t deserve Him and yet we don’t.
So I have no real words for the feeling that I feel that I should have for this moment. I do know that at times I make that meal of the Lord about me. For me. How can I make it about what it should be when I can’t put a word on it? It’s almost like trying to say YHWH you have to let the air out to say it. You have to let your breath of life out to say YHWH and breathe in new air, new life.
Celebrate?
It’s a moment of giving, Jesus gave to us so we should celebrate His gift of life to us through His death.
I asked my son what he thought and being a wise young person who gives most things a bit of thought he said this about communion:
"All of God’s glory doesn't take place on the cross you need to focus on Jesus, on the examples He set for us."
This Sunday I will focus on what a gift I am receiving from Jesus not just from the cross but in all of God's glory.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
What did Jesus do for you?
I know that this may seem like and odd question but I been in discussion about who Jesus is to me and I’ve been reading a bit about the way churches are going for the "It’s all good" or "We shouldn’t worry about wanting it all" so now we worship the want for instead of at His feet.
What does your Savior do for you?
I can tell you that I gave a big thank you to God after really looking at my car this week. It hit me hard when we cleaned it out and I saw the way the bed of the trunk is pushed up. The person who hit me could have killed someone that night. I might have actually saved a family from watching their child die, most of the damage was on the side where I put my daughter. I think that God put me on that road at that time to save someone, in turn He kept me safe.
Jesus saved me. when He went to the cross. He saves me over and over again because I sin over and over again.
What did He for you?
What does your Savior do for you?
I can tell you that I gave a big thank you to God after really looking at my car this week. It hit me hard when we cleaned it out and I saw the way the bed of the trunk is pushed up. The person who hit me could have killed someone that night. I might have actually saved a family from watching their child die, most of the damage was on the side where I put my daughter. I think that God put me on that road at that time to save someone, in turn He kept me safe.
Jesus saved me. when He went to the cross. He saves me over and over again because I sin over and over again.
What did He for you?
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Her Heart
I’m not so sure that I truly understood the pain that she must have felt while watching Him travel from place to place being treated as a criminal and as a star, so to speak, until I gave birth to my son. He was a surprise, a big surprise. I remember looking in the mirror after the second test thinking huh?. . . . Me . . .Us . . . We can’t do this. I remember the sound of the receptionist’s voice when she said "Congratulations" and I said "A . . . sure" she responded with "Oh" I then began to try to redeem myself with "No. . . no . . . I’m happy".
What did she feel? Was she as afraid as I was?
More so I think.
My pregnancy was great, my friends and family were happy, my husband was a proud father to be.
I couldn’t seem to stop smiling.
Did she keep a smile on her face?
I think she must have.
How did he feel when she told him? Did he look shocked?
Most fathers do the first time.
This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.
I wonder if she talked to Him before he was born? Did she put her hand on her tummy to feel His kicks?
This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.
I wonder if she talked to Him before he was born? Did she put her hand on her tummy to feel His kicks?
She must have.
When my son was born I sat in the hospital bed looking down at this small being wondering what to do. How I loved him so much. I could hardly take my eyes from him.
She must have been as fascinated.
I remember standing at the window of my son’s room looking out at the moon, so big and silver. It looked as if you could touch it. I remember as I stood with my sleeping baby, worried as all new mothers worry about the things that could take this little one away, I remember thinking God how hard to send Him here to die. I couldn’t let my child go to the cross. I turned and looked at my sleeping boy safe and warm. I truly know the sacrifice that mother made for us.
She carried a child for us.
She nurtured a child for us.
She watched as they beat, mocked, tortured, and one by one drove nails into Him.
After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him away to crucify him.
My son had three stitches above his eye I want to take his pain away and I felt like hitting the doctor when he rushed not making sure it was numb.
Only three tiny stitshes went through my heart.
Did it feel as if those nails were going into her heart each one more painful than the other?
How broken she must have felt as she watched her son die a horrible and painful death. Was she relieved when He took His last breath?
No more pain.
Now it’s done.
How hard it must have been to hold her son knowing He wouldn’t smile at her on this earth again.
Was she comforted by the knowledge that He Was, Is, And Will Always Be?
I know a mother’s heart. She must have hurt so much for Him.
I know that God gave her comfort through it all.
I am so grateful for Mary.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life. God did not send His Son into the world to condemn it, but to save it" (John 3:16-17).
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life. God did not send His Son into the world to condemn it, but to save it" (John 3:16-17).
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