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The Best Gift I Ever Received

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You can build
On sand and be filled
With hopes that just wash away.

But there’s a Rock
That will unlock
All the fears you have of dying.

He wants to give life to you
And all He’s asking of you
Is to receive.

All the time
That you’ve been blind
He’s opened His love to you.

And now He’s here;
He’s calling in your ear,
Asking you to love Him, too.

He’s breathing life in you
And all He’s asking of you
Is to receive–

Receive.

Your life.

I never thought it could happen,
What happened to me:
That I could see Jesus
And be set free.

Oh, but I saw Him.
I loved Him.
And I saw me.
I saw the real me.

And so I got down on my knees
And I asked Him to help me believe
And I received.

I received.

My life.

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. . . They Brought to Him Gifts . . .

Adoration of the Magi by Fra Angelico and Fili...
Adoration of the Magi by Fra Angelico and Filippo Lippi

The first recorded baby shower in the world, perhaps, was when the Magi brought to Joseph and Mary, and their new baby, Jesus, three amazing gifts from their traveling treasure chests.

Gold

What? No gift card for Baby Gap? No.

Gold.

  • Gold cannot be canceled and is the standard for all worth. Just as Jesus is.
  • Gold never tarnishes, never rusts, never becomes corrupt in any way. Again, like Jesus.
  • Gold is the decoration of kings, the drapery of kings, a symbol of kings. Which is what Jesus is: King of Kings.

Frankincense

No Lysol Spray? No.

Something much nicer and much more meaningful.

  • The aged sap of the boswelia bush, obtained by beating and cutting it, frankincense was considered as precious as gold. Okay, so Jesus is more precious.
  • Frankincense was both appealing and purifying. As is Jesus.
  • Priests burned frankincense to mingle with prayer. Jesus is our High Priest and ever lives to pray for us.

Myrrh

No Mennen’s?

No. Something much more foretelling.

  • Myrrh was a valuable resource from the Middle East, a fitting gift for such an extraordinary birth as Jesus’.
  • Myrrh was a healer and lifted pain. It was offered to Jesus in a drink during His crucifixion.
  • Myrrh speaks of death and was combined with aloes inside Jesus’ burial shroud.
  • It’s bitter properties also foretold the rejection Jesus would face.

How could these three wise men have known their gifts were perfect?

Probably the same way they knew when and where to find the Babe.

They paid attention to the things of God.

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. . . and Thanksgiving Found!

Today is the second story, the one that makes yesterday’s post complete in expression of the beauty of blessings. If you didn’t read yesterday’s, you kind of have to read it now. Today’s won’t make as much sense without it.

Fast forward one year. It is Thanksgiving Day, again. We are planning the 500 mile trek home again. Our arm is better. We are playing more carefully, now. We are so totally ready, again.

But a lot has happened in another family we know. The family that opened its home to us last year, when we were sort of stranded, in a medical way of speaking, had lost its only source of income. The dad–we’ll call him Clarence–had been jobless for weeks, had found new employment several hours away and had moved his entire family there to be with him. Things were looking rather good for them and we rejoiced that after such a long trial, these kind people had found some relief from their troubles.

Clarence also had medical insurance at this new job and needed elective surgery. He chose the weekend of Thanksgiving for it because he had days off and so did his parents; they could all be together.

We visited with them over the phone a time or two before the surgery. He felt a bit uneasy, as anyone would before surgery, and Clarence and my husband were pretty good friends. Clarence would call my husband his best friend, but my husband is shy of being called by superlatives.

I think it was the Wednesday. You know–THE Wednesday before Thanksgiving. We were readying to go, I know that for sure. Then the call came. Clarence’s wife wanted prayer for his surgery. I told her of course we were praying. She said that no, she meant really, really pray, that something was not going right. She began to cry. I listened. My horror grew as I realized the medical terms she was quoting from the doctors were the warm-up words they use to prepare the family for death of the patient. I think she wanted me to help her accept this might be happening. I don’t remember what I said, but I did not want to commit myself to anything quotable until I had spoken with my husband.

I called my husband and told him what I thought. It did not register with him. He came home as early as he thought appropriate, and by then I had spoken several more times with Clarence’s wife and when my husband walked in the door I told him, “I think Clarence is dead.”

The grief that washed over him made me sorry I had to tell him.

He called the wife and spoke with her a bit. When he hung up, he said he was going immediately. He took our older son, Clarence’s older son’s best friend. The two of them stayed up all night waiting for the doctors to admit the truth: Clarence had suffered from a fatal reaction to the anesthesia. He had gone out of this life saying to his wife, “Something’s not right. Something’s not right. Tell them! Something’s not right.” She heard these, his last words, I am sure, forever, although that was maybe 12 or 15 years ago and she is happily remarried now.

grabschmuck-61204_640But my husband and my son were there. They were able to help Clarence’s family assimilate the truth and deal with the aftermath. This kind family who had opened their home to us during the previous Thanksgiving, now missing one member, were the needy ones. And although our plans were again foiled by the events around us, by troubles and tragedies around us, there was the blessing: We could be there for them.

And we realized: That Thanksgiving Dinner we had shared the year before was the last event, ever, that we shared with him before he moved his family and then died. If we had not had reason to stay home, we so would have missed that one last dinner.

And that was the 8th blessing.

And we know that in all things, God works for good with those who love Him . . . Romans 8:28

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Me, Myself, and I Ain’t Gettin’ It Anymore!

Self-portrait as the Apostle Paul (by Rembrandt)
Self-Portrait as Paul the Apostle, by Rembrandt

Not much to say about the following. It is from the Word, and I hope you read it. There’s a test afterward. No fair looking ahead!

This was written by Paul, the Apostle, to illustrate how anyone might feel. He, of course, had moved past this point he describes, by the time he actually wrote it, but his candor amazes and comforts me so!

Romans 7:14-25

We know that the law is spiritual; but I am unspiritual, sold as a slave to sin. I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do, I do not do, but what I hate, I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the good I want to do, no the evil I do not want to do–this I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.

So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God’s law, but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? THANKS BE TO GOD–THROUGH JESUS CHRIST OUR LORD! –Romans 7:14-25

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It is hard for me to believe something so relevant was written about 2000 years ago. This writer did an about-face from being a murdering, self-righteous prig, to someone who would die for others, slave over a parchment with a sputtering candle and a scritching plume/pen in a cold jail cell, just to bring such truths to us. I love ancient writings, especially when they point to the Truth. I introduce this section to illustrate what we mean by the word soul and to show, in case you’ve been feeling weak, lately, how totally insufficient we are, in our own strength, and Who can help.

Paul knew.

Okay, you will find the test in the comments section, as the first comment. No peeking.

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Sunday Scripture – Wonder

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We grope for the wall like the blind, and we grope as if we had no eyes; we stumble at noonday as at twilight; we are as dead men in desolate places.
We all growl like bears, and moan sadly like doves; we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us .
For our transgressions are multiplied before You, and our sins testify against us; for our transgressions are with us, and as for our iniquities, we know them: in transgressing and lying against the Lord, and departing from our God, speaking oppression and revolt, conceiving and uttering from the heart words of falsehood.
Justice is turned back, and righteousness stands afar off; for truth is fallen in the street, and equity cannot enter.

So truth fails, and he who departs from evil makes himself a prey.

Then the Lord saw it, and it displeased Him that there was no justice.

He saw that there was no man, and wondered that there was no intercessor; therefore His own arm brought salvation for Him; and His own righteousness, it sustained Him.

For He put on righteousness as a breastplate, and a helmet of salvation on His head; He put on the garments of vengeance for clothing, and was clad with zeal as a cloak.

According to their deeds, accordingly He will repay, fury to His adversaries, recompense to His enemies; the coastlands He will fully repay.

So shall they fear the name of the Lord from the west, and His glory from the rising of the sun; when the enemy comes in like a flood, the Spirit of the Lord will lift up a standard against him.

“The Redeemer will come to Zion, and to those who turn from transgression in Jacob,” says the Lord.

“As for Me,” says the Lord, “This is My covenant with them: My Spirit who is upon you, and My words which I have put in your mouth, shall not depart from your mouth, nor from the mouth of your descendants, nor from the mouth of your descendants’ descendants,” says the Lord, “from this time and forevermore.”

Isaiah 59:10-21

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Denial, Excuses, and Folly, Oh No!

Rembrandt – “The Return of the Prodigal SonThere sure are a lot of wrong theories and sayings about forgiveness out there, these days! Most people have heard them all, too many times.

Still, although logic tells us something is wrong, we strain to forgive according to all the wrong theories we’ve heard.

We cannot figure it out.

Nothing seems to happen.

Several of our victimizers do not stay forgiven very long at all.

What!

To get a grasp on exactly what we are supposed to do, let’s first eliminate all wrong thinking upon which some people may be trying to convince us to act. For instance, forgiveness is not:

Denial

Forgiveness is NOT saying, “Oh, it’s okay.” When someone has done hurtful wrong against you, IT IS NOT OKAY!

It should make us feel all rotten inside to say it is.

Why? Because spreading wrongful hurt is not okay; it is sin. Sin is not okay with God; how could it be okay with us?

Saying it is okay, is denial. It’s just plain ol’ living a lie.

Only say, “It’s okay,” when it was not sin, was not intended as sin, and was not received as sin.

Only say, “It’s okay,” if you truly would be okay with it happening again.

Excuses

Forgiveness is NOT forgetting. How can anyone forget something on purpose!

We have miraculous brains that function largely by memory. We do not have back-space keys for our brains.

God can decide to forget something, if He wants, or He can cause us to forget something, but we do not have that kind of power.

Thinking we must forget, in order to prove we have forgiven, sets us up for making excuses. We say, “I’ll never be able to forgive that, because I just can’t forget what he did.” Or we think we have not forgiven because memories keep resurfacing.

We haven’t forgiven, obviously, because we still remember it?
So it must be hopeless to try?

What a wide-open door for excuses!

Folly

Forgiveness is NOT trusting. It is neither safe nor wise to trust someone who has proven himself to be untrustworthy.

To send a youngster back to a bullying classroom or molesting teacher, to lend more money to someone who has not repaid, to tell a secret to a gossip, is just plain folly.

Yes, we must forgive those who sin against us, but we do NOT have to trust them again, in order to prove we have done so.

We certainly do not have to feel guilty for helping put such a one in jail, if his sin was illegal.

Besides that, trust, by its very nature, must be earned, cannot be demanded.

So What IS Forgiveness?!

If we look up the word, “forgive,” we can find the original meanings of its ancient parts: to give far away, to “far-give”.

Think: Where would you put all that pain, if you could download it somewhere else? How far away would be far enough? Would sending it into another existence be far enough? It would do fine, for me.

The farthest possible distance from me, from this existence is:

In God’s hands. When He takes it, it’s gone.

Giving it to Him can feel like work, but it is forgiveness. And is far less work than dealing with your current agony. I know.

  1. Forgiveness is SAYING, “I forgive it in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.”
    (Yes, it is like writing a check on His checkbook to pay a debt, which we cannot actually do unless we are actually His.)
    It is a transaction, like writing off a bad debt. Our feelings may be screaming, but it is not about feelings; it is about getting past this great wrong and moving on with this life. It’s about positioning ourselves for the next life beyond.
  2. Forgiveness is REFUSING to remember the sin against the sinner.
    Yes, it was a bad debt; no, we will not continue mentally sending bills to “debtor’s prison”. That part is over.
  3. Forgiveness is MINISTERING to the sinner.
    Maybe the only safe or possible thing we can do is pray for him, but because we, ourselves, have been forgiven by so marvelous a God, we are free and power-filled  to do so.
    Seeing this is a mark of true forgiveness.

Now we have dealt with the why’s of suffering and forgiveness, and we have defined terms. Come on by tomorrow and get the HOW-TO and some FAQ’s.

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