While this place has been, and will continue to be, a place of peace for me, and hopefully for anyone who chooses to join me here, I feel burdened to make each word count. By count, I refer to something that will remain for eternity. My own words are weak and temporary, but the Words of the One who loves me most, are forever. What He lays on our hearts, we must never turn away from.
For this reason, I am going to attempt to share the greatest Story ever told, and the greatest Gift ever given. Prayerfully, I ask the Lord to work through these words to show His love and power. While my words may be weak, His will always accomplish His work (Isaiah 55:11). This world is aging and groaning, as are many of us. Sadness at the evil allowed to reign in this world threatens to swallow us up. How much more must Our Creator grieve at the desecration of His world?
It is at the beginning, with the Creator, that we must start. For without an understanding of the need, there is little understanding or appreciation for the Gift.
"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth." Genesis 1:1
There was a beginning, and God was there. Without Him, there would be nothing.
First, though, I suppose each one must choose whether or not they believe the Bible is God's Word. Is it truth? For if you do not believe that it is true, then every other thing must be suspect. Every piece of this Story that I will attempt to share is based on the assumption that every word is true. Not only that, but it is the very being of God. It is alive and able to meet your need today, as it has met needs for thousands of years.
"For the Word of God is quick and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart." Hebrews 4:12
Understanding where this comes from, I hope you will continue to join me as we look at this road leading to our great Gift.
Genesis 1:1 is so very special, because it is the foundation of everything. Our world, that seems so very constant, is not, and the One that seems so easy to doubt, is the one constant. God had no beginning. He has always been. To our very finite minds, we cannot truly understand this, but it does not change the Truth, as found in God's Word.
Christians, those who have accepted that very special Gift as their own, are sometimes guilty of jumping to the Gift without giving full attention to the rest of the Words. For every Word, leading up to the Gift, is meant to point to and to set the stage for the presentation of that Gift.
Genesis 1 begins to set the stage.
"And the earth was without form and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, 'Let there be light': and there was light." Genesis 1:2-3
Out of darkness, He brought light.
Perhaps we cannot really understand the significance of that, without jumping ahead to the Gift. But please know, that all the darkness that so weighs us down, can be chased away by His light if we will but ask. The one God, Creator, created light. He is light. If we want light in an increasingly darkened world, then we need only to turn to Him.
"This then is the message which we have heard of Him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all." I John 1:5
This journey toward the greatest Gift is going to take some time. It is not a short story. God Himself took thousands of years to prepare the world for His Gift. I don't want to shortcut through the truths that must be accepted before we can be ready to accept the greatest Gift of all eternity. For some, simply the idea, that Truth exists may be much to take in. Please, find a copy of God's Word and begin looking for yourself.
The verses listed here are a beginning. They were the beginning of everything, and Lord willing, they will be the beginning of someone else following the path of Truth to the very Gift that will change everything.
Owl's Head Lighthouse, Owl's Head, ME
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Thursday, July 16, 2015
Friday, May 21, 2010
Come Apart Awhile
I walk out the door, escaping what is feeling like mayhem. That which comes from half a dozen or so children, on a Friday afternoon. I walk out to shut out the sounds and energy that again threaten to overwhelm this mother of four.
A walk to the mailbox is as much a I hope for. Children inside with instruction to complete various "picking up" chores. Thumbing through more mundane mailings, I walk around to the back where I go to gaze at green. For us, an Eden among a city of grime.
Looking away from the street, I can gaze on a combination of field, pond and wood. A multi-hued, green world which teems with life. I breathe, and sit to take it in. I am learning to close out the sounds of traffic and focus on other, smaller sounds. The sounds of winds and wings in branches. Delicate bird-song over the Circadian percussion. Water bubbling over ancient rocks. Furry creatures chatter to one another in wild gossip and daring.
Narrowing my vision, I can see the waving branches of trees and bobbing heads of clover. Dandelion fluff floats by on an unseen current. Cotton clouds cover the sky. Birds of several descriptions flit about, arguing over available food items.
Not content with the senses yet used. I reach out to connect with the coarseness which protects the heart of the tree next to me. Bringing a handful of clover to my nose, I breathe in the freshness.
This beauty I absorb. I take it in, and remind myself that my life is more than a sum of days, of loads of laundry, of dirty dishes, of piling bills. I am alive. I am connected to Creation because I have been made by the same Creator. A Creator Who cared enough to give me this beauty to enjoy.
I think of the others, inside the walls, who are also alive. Made in His image. Given to me for a short time, for the express purpose of imprinting them with Him. "Teach them My words, show them My love, and allow them to learn what it means to connect with Me, their Creator---their Saviour." The Spirit speaks in a still, small voice. I listen.
Such a daunting task for one who is only learning herself, what these things mean. His Word teaches that what He asks of us, He will also provide strength to do. That we may "come apart", but not give up. Can I do less than this for the One Who suffered all for me? No. Because of this, I turn back toward the street, walk in my door, and timidly smile at children----made in His image.
"And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." (Gal.6:9)
"Holding forth the word of life; that I may rejoice in the day of Christ, that I have not run in vain, neither laboured in vain." (Phil.2:16)
"And he said unto me, 'My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.' Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me." (II Cor. 12:9)
A walk to the mailbox is as much a I hope for. Children inside with instruction to complete various "picking up" chores. Thumbing through more mundane mailings, I walk around to the back where I go to gaze at green. For us, an Eden among a city of grime.
Looking away from the street, I can gaze on a combination of field, pond and wood. A multi-hued, green world which teems with life. I breathe, and sit to take it in. I am learning to close out the sounds of traffic and focus on other, smaller sounds. The sounds of winds and wings in branches. Delicate bird-song over the Circadian percussion. Water bubbling over ancient rocks. Furry creatures chatter to one another in wild gossip and daring.
Narrowing my vision, I can see the waving branches of trees and bobbing heads of clover. Dandelion fluff floats by on an unseen current. Cotton clouds cover the sky. Birds of several descriptions flit about, arguing over available food items.
Not content with the senses yet used. I reach out to connect with the coarseness which protects the heart of the tree next to me. Bringing a handful of clover to my nose, I breathe in the freshness.
This beauty I absorb. I take it in, and remind myself that my life is more than a sum of days, of loads of laundry, of dirty dishes, of piling bills. I am alive. I am connected to Creation because I have been made by the same Creator. A Creator Who cared enough to give me this beauty to enjoy.
I think of the others, inside the walls, who are also alive. Made in His image. Given to me for a short time, for the express purpose of imprinting them with Him. "Teach them My words, show them My love, and allow them to learn what it means to connect with Me, their Creator---their Saviour." The Spirit speaks in a still, small voice. I listen.
Such a daunting task for one who is only learning herself, what these things mean. His Word teaches that what He asks of us, He will also provide strength to do. That we may "come apart", but not give up. Can I do less than this for the One Who suffered all for me? No. Because of this, I turn back toward the street, walk in my door, and timidly smile at children----made in His image.
"And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." (Gal.6:9)
"Holding forth the word of life; that I may rejoice in the day of Christ, that I have not run in vain, neither laboured in vain." (Phil.2:16)
"And he said unto me, 'My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.' Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me." (II Cor. 12:9)
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