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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A Years Worth of Wages

It is most definitely a time for giving thanks. Today my mind has been drawn back in time to someone who truly gave...


I can almost see it -- 

The soft sunlight filtering in through the small window. The distant sounds of laughter and conversation floating through the calm air. The fragrant smell of a bountiful feast... Yet today these go unnoticed, unheeded. 

One thing fills her mind consuming every thought. His love. His tender love.... 

There is a surge of emotion. Suddenly she is compelled, driven to give in return yet all she possesses seems of no value... And then she remembers... 

Through the blurred vision of eyes bursting with tears she searches for the bottle of ointment, then grasping it in her trembling hand she hurries from the room.

No second thought distracts her from her purpose. No word or look can quench the spring that has now burst from her heart. There is no thought of herself as she rushes to the feet of her life-giver. 

Tears, perfume, and the soft brush of hair mingled with the tears of incomprehensible gratitude and love....

And a years worth of wages later we hear the scornful words of someone who couldn't understand...

His love... His tender love... 

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Father. 

Your love deserves more - more than I can give.

Fill me, fill me with such gratitude and love...

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"Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not." 1 John 3:1

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Gold in the Sand

Thousands - no, more than that... Millions? Billions?

Countless particles of sand squish beneath my bare feet. Each one unique and different. Today I'm grateful for each one - and why? Because each one is a thought...


Next time you are at the beach pick up a handful of sand and start counting the particles.

Sure, a little daunting to say the least. But that's what His thoughts are like - uncountable, unfathomable, incomprehensible.

More than I can count at least...

But not just that - each one is precious. Gold. Creative. Unique. Individual - just for me.

Next time your feeling discouraged try counting the sand in your friend's sand box. It has a way of changing our perspective.


"How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand:"
-- Psalms 139:17-18

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

The Footprints of Love

My heart burns...

Did I just hear that right? All the love and life poured out....
....and what about my reputation?

Don't I know what it's like.....?
Haven't I......?

(My mind races -- then stops short at the piercing words)

"Son, will you continue to love?
I bled so you could love - even as I love."

Ahhh... Father... yes, I choose to walk in Your footprints... 

Footprints stained with blood - the blood of the Cross. 

Footprints of a new perspective... A true perspective. (Usually mine is dispicably warped - like that moment yesterday). And really, really... who am I? Is my reputation more powerful than His love? I trow not --

Naked I came into this world and naked I shall return - what more is there to loose?

I was made for joy... and that means loving - no matter what

Saturday, November 12, 2011

No Higher Treason

"Sure, God gives us all freedom of choice.... But there is one thing we are not allowed to do - to carry the banner of Christ and choose not to walk His walk, to fight His fight."

My friends words hang still in the air...

"It's like joining the army... Joining the other side is not an option - at least not while your wearing the flag."

Ahhh... No higher treason. And it comes so easily... at least before you know what it is to hang upon the rugged cross yourself.

"We look with horror upon the treachery of Judas; but his case represents a large class who file in under the banner of Christ, yet are really his worst enemies." *

Do we think naming the name "Christian" means being loved by God?... Or does it mean to love as God only can love? If God is love, is the Christian love? I mean really - is it "I" that lives or is it "Christ in me the hope of glory"? And here is a paradox that brings us face to face with death... 

I cannot love. I am utterly and completely paralyzed... 
But I know someone who is love --

... here is glory.

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* Redemption Pamphlet 5 - p. 3

Friday, November 11, 2011

Deeper

I was made for love. 
You were too...

We cannot escape the fact that love is indeed one of our basic needs. No, it may not be included in any medical science text book, but it is undeniable - we were created for love. (Why else would babies die when they have no physical touch from their mothers.... studies prove our need over and over again) 

Yes, created for love, yet helplessly grasping for something that is constantly vaporizing in our fingers. We cannot deny our longing, yet we continue to fumble about in unfulfillment. Where do we find love? How can this basic need be filled in the void of our hearts? 

Perhaps... perhaps.... we are searching in all the wrong places. 

It's time to go deeper...

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Unprofitable?

I may work hard, indeed I may strive to the last dregs of the strength that is left in me. Blood, sweat, and tears may cover the path of my occupation. No, He never promised it would be easy.... but He did promise joy - though under a condition.

Am I working for reward? 


When the day is over and the work is done, do I ask what I shall get in return? Do I expect something back for my labor? Is it heaven I am striving for - a world of peace, a mansion in paradise?

Or do I work because it is my duty to do? Simply because that's what love does? Can I say - "Lord blot me from your book, only that my friend may live to see the glory of your love"?

When all is over and past will I meet my Savior to say, "Lord, Lord, have not I prophesied and done all these wonderful works in your name?" or will the thread of my life speak a different story --

"I am an unprofitable servant, I have done that which it was my duty to do. I have nothing, I am nothing, I deserve nothing in return..."
"Doth he thank that servant because he did the things that were commanded him? I trow not. So likewise ye, when ye shall have done all those things which were commanded you, say, we are unprofitable servants: we have done that which was our duty to do." Luke 17:9-10

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Silence

Flames dance freely in the fire place in front of me. Their silent movement reflecting the silence of this blog over the last few months. Indeed I have remained silent... There has been much to think about, much to contemplate, much to throw me on my knees over and over again. And yet I find joy because I know that it is the quiet stillness, the pause of silence just before and just after, that frames the hallelujah chorus in all its glory.

I have seen God's hand move in ways I could not have imagined and I sit in wonder at His grace. I am overwhelmed by His goodness, His leading, and His guiding.

And I am more convinced than ever that there is no more powerful thing in the universe than an encouraging word, a smile, and a heart of selfless love.

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"He who beholds the Savior's matchless love will be elevated in thought, purified in heart, transformed in character. He will go forth to be a light to the world, to reflect in some degree this mysterious love."
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