Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Well, here I go...mounting my soap box (if I don't slip due to age).
Finding the Mr. & Mrs. face job duos so prevalent, I went to the telephone yellow pages and wow! What used to take a small portion of one page, now fills a whole page or more. Still don't believe it? Well look at the newspapers and magazines that actively advertise operations to vitalize faces, and overhaul bodies. Men and women in their twilight years no longer find growing old a graceful process.
What happened to the beauty of becoming a mature adult? Beauty isn’t the outward appearance as society would try to make us believe – it is the inner makings of man. It is the part of us that should shed forth warmth, peace and comfort to the younger generation. Our wrinkles should be worn as battle scars of times past where we weathered harsh storms beating at our souls.
Our silvery gray hair should be a reminder of concern and worry for our loved ones and friends that took us to our knees in prayer. Our slowing steps should tell that we no longer must keep the fast pace as in the past but now are more at peace with life and our God because we have fought a good fight and are keeping the faith.
And as for our minds (well, I prefer not to go there – it would be all telling). No, really, our minds should after all these years be filled with goodness, reflections of wonderful days spent with the Lord, of times of laughter and joy with our children and grandchildren - and dwell on the beauty of just being a child of God.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Do we have the compassion of Christ as His child? Do we have a measure of the Lord's compassion in our lives at all times? Are our hearts drawn to the oppressed as was the Lord's?
Yes, in this busy, burdened down generation, we seem to ignore the reasons we are here on this earth in the first place. We find in His Word that we are to have compassion, and be willing to pay the price for it in our lives.
I don't know about you but I must strive to avoid the words the Master will speak to the (goats) in the day of reckoning: "Depart from Me, you who are cursed. . .For I was hungry and you gave Me nothing to eat; I was thirsty and you gave Me nothing to drink; I was a stranger and you didn’t take Me in; I was naked and you didn’t clothe Me, sick and in prison and you didn’t take care of Me. Then they too will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry, or thirsty, or a stranger, or without clothes, or sick, or in prison, and not help You?’ Then He will answer them, I assure you: Whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for Me either.”
Lord help us all to be as sheep, following your voice - and desiring to have your spirit of compassion at all times.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Sometimes it pays to really study the scripture to understand its true interpretation. I admit that I never truly understood the message in this setting of scripture, thinking “the eye of a needle” meant a sewing needle. Well, HELLO. Camels can't go through the eye of a sewing needle! Guess what I found out? (only for myself, I am sure, as all you probably already knew this). Sigh!
During Jesus' time, cities were surrounded by protective walls so that invaders, the enemy couldn't get inside. However, there were gates in the walls to let the people and their materials come in and out. The large gates were closed at night but in times of danger it was necessary to allow access to entry to a sparse number of people. Inside these large gates was a small door that actually let the people in and out at night. This small door was called “the eye of the needle.”
Where does the camel come in? Camels were used for transport of goods, and merchandise would be piled high. If a man came to the gates after they'd been closed and needed to enter, it was possible to go through and take his camel along, but it was very difficult. The camel's master had to take all the merchandise off of the camel, and the camel would have to go through the gate on his knees.
Hmm..could this be the picture of how we must enter the Kingdom of Heaven? Getting on our knees? Yes, it definitely speaks of humility. And come to think of it, the removal of all goods from the camel’s back speaks of us unburdening ourselves from thinking more highly of our earthy possessions than we should. Yes folks, nothing in this life is more important than us entering into our heavenly City someday.
Monday, May 16, 2011
In that long ago time when things were saved,
When roads were graveled and barrels were staved,
When worn-out clothing was used as rags,
And there were no plastic wrap or bags,
And the well and the pump were way out back,
A versatile item, was the flour sack.
Pillsbury’s Best, Mother’s and Gold Medal, too
Stamped their names proudly in purple and blue.
The strings sewn on top were pulled and kept;
The flour emptied and spills were swept.
The bag was folded and stored in a sack
That durable, practical flour sack.
The sack could be filled with feathers and down,
For a pillow, or would make a nice sleeping gown.
It could carry a book and be a school bag,
Or become a mail sack slung over a nag.
It made a very convenient pack,
That adaptable, cotton flour sack.
Bleached and sewn, it was dutifully worn
As bibs, diapers, or kerchief adorned.
It was made into skirts, blouses and slips.
And mom braided rugs from one hundred strips
She made ruffled curtains for the house or shack,
From that humble but treasured flour sack.
As a strainer for milk or apple juice,
To wave men in, it was a very good use,
As a sling for a sprained wrist or a break,
To help mother roll up a jelly cake,
As a window shade or to stuff a crack,
We used a sturdy, common flour sack.
As dish towels, embroidered or not,
They covered up dough, helped pass pans so hot,
Tied up dishes for neighbors in need,
And for men out in the field to carry seed,
They dried our dishes from pan, not rack
That absorbent handy flour sack.
We polished and cleaned stove and table,
Scoured and scrubbed from cellar to gable,
We dusted the bureau and oak bed post,
Made costumes for October (a scary ghost)
And a parachute for a cat named Jack.
From that lowly, useful old flour sack.
So now my friends, when they ask you
As curious youngsters often do,
“Before plastic wrap, Elmer’s Glue
And paper towels, What did you do?”
Tell them loudly and with pride don’t lack,
“Grandmother had that wonderful flour sack.”
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Praise God in His sanctuary.
Praise Him in the firmament of His power.
Praise Him for His mighty acts.
Praise Him according to His excellent greatness.
Praise Him with the sound of the trumpet.
Praise Him with the psaltery and harp.
Praise Him with the timbrel and dance.
Praise Him with stringed instruments and organs.
Praise Him upon the loud cymbals.
Praise Him upon the high sounding cymbals.
Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD.
Praise ye the LORD.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision
against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace,
the slaves of the ordinary.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
A Mother Is WISE