I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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The multi-millionaire swaggers up to the beautiful red head, and says, “Would you spend the weekend with me at the Hilton for a million dollars?” With her best alluring smile she answered, “Oh, yes, that sounds so divine!” He said, “How about the motel across the street for a twenty dollar bill?” “What do you think I am?” was her insulted response. “Oh, I know what you are. I just don’t know your price,” he replied.
Today I’m continuing my thoughts from yesterday “What price for my soul? I’m shocked as I read a news article telling about a woman who had been convicted of embezzling $6000 dollars from her employer. Prison for $6000!? Or, I’m surprised to find out a friend is in all kinds of legal trouble because he lied on his income tax to save $2100. Or, I think, “Ms CEO, why would you risk your reputation and business for so little gain.”
These thoughts bother me. They make me judge myself. You see, there is an implication in each of these statements that I understand, or even might participate in the action – if the price were right. I am so thankful that God does not allow us to be tempted beyond our ability to be victors in Him!
On the water refill booth in Walmart I saw eight plastic sealing strips off water bottles. I guess someone pulled the strips off eight gallons of water, then told the cashier he/she was buying refills. Maybe there was a legal reason for them to be there, but I can’t think of any. Can you? In chatting with a couple employees about it I said, “If I sell my soul to hell, I sure want more than four bucks for it.”
Made me ask myself, “OK, then, what would I take for it?” Proverbs 30:8-9 “..(give me my daily bread)….or, I may become poor and steal, and so dishonor the name of my God.” In this passage Solomon seems to acknowledge that one could be so poor he would steal.
But I don’t believe that would cover the scenario at Walmart. I really don’t believe a person has to have eight gallons of purified water in order to live!
But it all boils down to this: It doesn’t matter what price we would take for our soul, the debt has been paid with the invaluable blood of God’s precious Son, if we accept his incredible offer. Thank you, Jehovah-tsidkenu (My Righteousness) for a redeemed soul and keep me in love with you to daily walk uprightly with a thankful heart. I remember your words, “If you love me, you will obey what I command (John 14:15).”
Hand reaching to test
the peach’s smooth fuzziness –
POKING A BIT OF FUN at God’s most brilliant masterpiece – (drumroll, please) – MANKIND!
With the labor and cooperation of about two million men and women which includes several hundred/thousand computer giants, perhaps five million clocks* are set back and man has demonstrated again his vast ability to control his circumstances – even to control time! Did we set back the sun or did we set forward the sun? Or perhaps neither!
Whichever way we went we bought an hour (if we die in the next five months or so) or we borrowed an hour (if we live six-eight months or so). I’ve just reread Isaiah 38:8 ST/DST (standard time/daylight savings time) translation which says, “So God sent for the sundial makers who shortened the sundials to show the sun set back the ten steps it had gone down.” Oh, your copy doesn’t say that? Do you hear God’s HaHa? It’s a nice time for him to have a laugh!
Now on a serious note, I again give thanks to God for my “extended time” here in the land of the living. I’m thankful to be here. Realizing I faced death so closely makes me more conscious of the way I am spending TIME, the currency recognized in heaven.
By the way, John Newton had a new slant on “the land of the living.” Reportedly his last words were: “I am still in the land of the dying, I shall be in the land of the living soon.” Ruminate on that! If you don’t feel like ruminating today, just think about it. For those of you who made it this far with me today, thanks.
*No research on these statistics – they are purely numbers Oneta pulled out of the hat. But it is true that a lot of “mankind” was involved in this time set!
Having sought Him
And accepting his grace,
I now say my deepest desire
Is to behold His face.
Before posting this I ask myself about the truth of this statement. I am convinced that I am not just being “pious” in this desire. There are other desires that I have. I desire intensely that my precious loved ones be healed of cancer. I desire deeply that my family to many generations live peacefully and love Jesus. I desire greatly that my family have the basic necessities of life. But for myself there is no greater desire than to sense the presence of my Savior day by day and to live with him face to face eternally. ……………Meanwhile, I want my husband to get my car fixed, and I want to have a successful garage sale, and I want to lose some weight! 😀
Prompt by Michelle for November 3 “deepest desire”
A new poetry form for me – the ‘Naani’, a four line poem containing 20-25 syllables. Learn more at https://thotpurge.wordpress.com/2017/11/04/micropoetry-month-nov-2017-4/
(I am writing this in response to Michelle’s Nov. 2 challenge “unassuming diversions.” My memory bank holds in honor a college president who was not too great to be humble. His official business made room for “humble diversions.”)
I Tim. 1:12 “I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who has given me strength, that he considered me faithful, appointing me to his service.” How blessed to be appointed to do a service for Jesus!
I’m remembering a man of God, W. R. Corvin, a learned man of high intellect, great ability, and wide-spread influence. He hired Sammy, he pastored me, he dedicated our son, but the most touching testimony he left with us is that of a college president who picked up the trash on the lawn as he walked from his house to his office. Which of those activities would we label “meager?” Picking up trash or being college president? How arrogant we are to judge some “services” more noble than others!
Consider this quote by John Newton, composer of Amazing Grace: “If two angels were to receive at the same moment a commission from God, one to go down and rule earth’s grandest empire, the other to go and sweep the streets of its meanest village, it would be a matter of entire indifference to each which service fell to his lot, the post of ruler or the post of scavenger; for the joy of the angels lies only in obedience to God’s will, and with equal joy they would lift a Lazarus in his rags to Abraham’s bosom, or be a chariot of fire to carry an Elijah home.”
“Not by might, not by power, but by my Spirit,” says the Lord.
How we sometimes knock ourselves out to be the biggest, richest, friendliest, most talented, most caring, most influential and most effective voice for Jesus! And we do it for good cause, wanting to draw folks to Him.
Ah, the beauty of magnificent cathedrals. If beauty and power would do the job, wouldn’t we have gone further in our zeal to evangelize the world for Jesus? I don’t know a lot about church history, but I don’t recall any world-wide awaking that started in a cathedral.
What He wants is obedience and humility, Why did he choose Israel to be his people? Because they were small and weak without might and power except by God’s Spirit. And we never qualify more for his use than when we are praying, humble and broken before him, letting him clothe us in his righteousness, purify us with his holiness, and arm us with his Word.
How much we are like Peter, “let us build three tabernacles…!” Peter in one of his knee-jerk reactions to just do something! And something big would be better! How much he changed after his experience in the upper room! The Holy Spirit made an impact; it was mighty and it was powerful – and it came from the “room where they were staying” – quite a humble place for the great outpouring of the Holy Ghost! Is the “room where I am staying” an honorable place for his indwelling?
“… by my Spirit,” says the Lord. (Zech. 4:6)
Cradled in a crib
Cocooned in comfy covers,
cozy cherub’s choice.
Sammy has raised our three generations of babies with the following lullaby accompanied with pats on the bottom. Probably one of the things that will go in all their memory banks.
Hush-a-bye, Don’t you cry,
Daddy’s little baby.
Daddy’s little al-a, bal-a, boo –
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The scurry of mice,
The dreadful one-ounce monsters,
In the pre-dawn hours.
May it be that all your Halloween scare were no more serious than scurrying mice! 😀
Challenge was to use synonyms for fright and night in haiku. Colleen offers many other poetry forms. Go get acquainted if you do not know her.