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Love that’s love not fade away

Be it true or false, what is said about men often has as much influence on their lives, and especially on their destinies, as what they do. 
                   ~Victor Hugo
 
The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,
    a scrubby plant in a parched field.
There was nothing attractive about him,
    nothing to cause us to take a second look.
He was looked down on and passed over,
    a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
    We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
    our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
    that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
    that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
    Through his bruises we get healed.
We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.
    We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,
    on him, on him.
     ~ Isaiah 5:3-6
 
The tree was stark, and unadorned,
save a sign that proclaimed him
King of the Jews
an ornament of flesh, hung with
nails, and everything I ever did,
everything I ever hid,
every lie I ever told,
every time I was so bold.
 
The tree had no branches 
but limbs, unbroken,
words, few spoken
and the blood trickled down
trickled down,
trickled down.
 
The tree was stark, and unadorned
at its base, the faithful mourned
knowing of the promise made
three days hence, the stone away
He’d rise up no longer weighed
down by sin, that I had made.
 
The one moment, 
kept o’er time
that I might know his joy
sublime. Pain we know
will fade away, for the Glory
of that day.
                                                             Cuz love that’s love,
                                                              not fade away.
 
Because of Him,
Linda
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This Wee Flame

Eight days the light continued on its own:
A miracle, they say, but not more so
Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone,
Consuming wicks burned ashen long ago….
~ Nicholas Gordon, poemsforfree.com
 
Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.
 
~Isaiah 7:14
 
Clay Aitken, Mary Did You Know?
 
This life, foretold by the prophets
Heralded by angels, 
sought by kings,
followed by shepherds.
 
This life kindled by Holy 
Spirit,and free will
carried, for a census
on the back of a donkey.
This life, that troubled
dreams, and inspired
a King’s madness, would
drive wars and enmity.
This simple life, lived
in honesty, obedience,
growing murmurs. 
 
A wick snuffed out, yet glowed
a reed, crushed, yet grew
a heel that was ne’er bruised, 
but walks in glory
 
This wee, fragile flame
was yours, now ours.
He lights us all.
 
Because of Him,
Linda

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Leap of Faith … again.

A good teacher is like a candle – it consumes itself to light the way for others.  

         ~ Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, translated from Turkish

2 And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.

And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

        ~ Revelation 21:2-4

     I was in my backyard the other night at dusk, when a light caught my eye.  It was about as big as Tinkerbell, and it moved faster than any insect I have ever seen. In fact, I saw nothing but the light.  I followed it with my eye until it disappeared in the deep green of the evening and the trees.  What it did for me was made me pause and be thankful; for light, for imagination, for the one I thought of immediately.

     The world had a great teacher in Jesus.  He indeed consumed himself and then lit the way for us, and continues to do so.  When things are so bleak we cannot see a way, he makes a way, where there is NO way.

     Today, keep your inner eye on Jesus, and your outer eye on the way He is making for you.  When you look back in just a short while, you will wonder how you missed it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFntFdEGgws

Leap of Faith

Because of Him,

Linda

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Who You Are

You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

~ Douglas MacArthur

For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.

~ John 3:17

This is how one can be old and young at the same time; the sum of faith, doubt, self-confidence, fear, hope, despair. The good news is it changes all the time. The bad news is, it changes all the time.
The beacon, the tower off of which we “ping” is the tower of God, three in one. The tower is oft represented by the cross, the person of Jesus Christ, the only begotten son of God. The tower is always there, even if the signal cannot be seen, felt, heard, tasted or smelled. It is there. So then we must proceed as a child of God who will inform all the benchmarks that Douglas MacArthur mentioned, always toward the mark, always in the name of the one whose name is above all others. Jesus.


You Are More – 10th Ave. North

Step out today, ping unto the Lord!
Because of Him,
Linda

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Strangers

The wings of angels are often found on the backs of the least likely people. 

     ~Eric Honeycutt

 
 

Walk in wisdom toward them that are without, redeeming the time. Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man.

     ~ Colossians 4:5-6

     Thank God today for the folks who give you the right of way, compliment you, yet you do not know them, pack or carry your groceries, smile and say, “It’s okay, I’ve got it.”

     Think of all the times you have been in an awkward situation and a stranger has stepped up to help you or encourage you, or give you the few pennies you need for change.  

     Thank Him today for the one who paid if forward for your meal, your beverage, anything.

     You have entertained angels, you have been visited by Jesus, you are the angel.  You are the hands of the Lord.

     Thank you Lord, for the strangers, for those you send to step in on our behalf. For always being there, even when our tongues do not bear witness.

Because of Him,

Linda

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We are no Superman, but…

Melancholy is incompatible with bicycling.

 
      ~James E. Starrs
 
Think of yourselves the way Christ Jesus thought of himself. He had equal status with God but didn’t think so much of himself that he had to cling to the advantages of that status no matter what. Not at all. When the time came, he set aside the privileges of deity and took on the status of a slave, became human! Having become human, he stayed human. It was an incredibly humbling process. He didn’t claim special privileges. Instead, he lived a selfless, obedient life and then died a selfless, obedient death—and the worst kind of death at that—a crucifixion.
 
~ Philippians 2:5-8
 
     Clark Kent was more than just a mild mannered reporter.  He was from the planet Krypton.  He was sent, by his father and mother to escape the planet’s pending explosion. He landed in Kansas and was adopted by a childless couple.  Clark quickly learned that he had to limit the use of his super powers to fit in on the planet earth.   This worked well until he found that he could save people he loved if he was low-key about his identity and took on the super identity of Superman.  Once he fell in love, he not only fought crime, but he rescued Lois Lane on a regular basis.  
     Jesus was born of an earthly couple and after a certain point, never concealed who he was.  He waited until a wedding to reveal a taste of his capabilities, and that grew until he was crucified.  He knew who he was.  He literally did not lord it over the others, Jesus showed them the path, the way to pass through this life, knowing all that we face because he too faced it all.
     Clark Kent could not show the way other than to live a good life to keep his identity concealed.  He too had “heavenly” parents and earthly ones, but he did not arrive in the usual way and could not go home.
 
     We are no superhumans, but we do have a way to live in Christ and live victoriously without saying a word, or by saying the right words at the right time.  Our actions speak, and our words are often lost if they do not match.  Today, if you ride your bike, and find yourself singing, do not be surprised, you are literally churning out endorphins.  Move forward in Jesus Christ, in who you live and move and have your being.
     Because of Him,
      Linda

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The Hour

It is the hour to rend thy chains,
The blossom time of souls.

~ Katherine Lee Bates
 
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
 
   ~ Hebrews 12:2
 
Knees resting at first,
pressing against the homespun,
your mind on the cup.
 
The familiar scents,
soil, broad leaves of the olive,
part of a distance, 
your eyes on the cup.
 
The warp and weft beneath,
leaving the weaver’s 
imprint on more than your knees.
accenting your plea.
 
The only movement,
that of the wildlife,
sleeping just beyond,
and one followed by hunters.
 
You drank from the cup,
felt the lips on your cheek,
the pruning hook just beyond.
 
The dampness of the night,
the earth beneath your sandals,
the discomfort in the robe,
your gaze toward home
you passed..
                                                        because olive trees can grow back from                                                                                                                    roots after being cut down,
Because of Him,
Linda

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