Are You Learning?

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Haggai 2:4 “Yet now be strong, O Zerubbabel, saith the Lord; and be strong, O Joshua, son of Josedech, the high priest; and be strong, all ye people of the land, saith the Lord, and work…for I am with you, saith the Lord.” (KJV)

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Be strong, all the people of the land, says the Lord.” This is something we need to take personally. Write our own names here and REST in the Lord’s promise, “I am with you.”

Are you lying in a bed of pain and woe? Do you groan because you no longer are able to drive yourself here and there? Do you need someone to help you get dressed in the morning and undressed at night? “What is the sense?” you ask. Because the Lord says, “I am with YOU!” You may be unable to do many things, but you can always sing and pray. And that, dear women, is your REST.

When Samuel Rutherford lay in Aberdeen prison, Scotland, ages ago, he wrote at the top of his letters, “God’s Palace, Aberdeen.”

When Madam Guyon was imprisoned in the castle at Vincennes, France, she said, “It seems as though I were a little bird whom the Lord has placed in a cage, and that I have nothing now to do but sing.  And prisons shall palaces prove, if Jesus abides with me there.”

~from Mrs. Charles E. Cowman’s “Springs in the Valley”

The past few years I have been at rest, thankfully in my own home and with family. A muscle disease has overburdened me with pain, depression and many devastating side effects from the medication. All through this, I have had this mighty ally, yet lost sight of Him off and on due to my missing the target of hope. Instead I focused on tomorrow, the next day, and the next day. And the day after that. I lost sight of my Lord. Many a time. Patience is a hard virtue to master; faith can be an elusive routine to secure.

“I’m learning, Lord!”

Hope for Shattered Spirits

 

Lamentations 3:21-31

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Jeremiah wrote Lamentations (Tears/Wailings in Greek) after personally witnessing the downfall of Judah and the capture of Jerusalem. As his pen so vividly illustrates, His people suffered tragically. God’s fierce judgment crushed them because of their total disregard for His law.

No wonder Jeremiah was called the weeping prophet. Broken in heart and spirit, he grieved over this horrific devastation and urged the people to repent of their sins.

As I read this scripture, I imagine witnessing the breakdown of the present day Church!

Picture every vestige and denomination– disgraced beyond imagination and completely broken down because of our sins and idolatry. Reflection would thoroughly rupture every true Christian spirit.  Revival time would be soon upon us; the old-time tent meetings would spread from shore to shore.

I hope and pray we will realize the need to turn our hearts back to God before His wrath is nigh at our door. Lord, have compassion on us as we harken to Christ’s Spirit.  

The Jewish people read Lamentations every year on the commemoration date of the temple’s destruction. Integrating this scriptural reading into our Lenten services perhaps might illicit contrite reflection during that somber season. Our walk with Christ is in dire need of realignment.

“This I recall to mind, therefore have I hope:

Because of the Lord’s mercies, we are not consumed; his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning; great is his faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, says my soul; therefore I will hope in him.

The Lord is good to them that wait for him, to the soul that seeks him.

It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the Lord.

It is good for a man that he bears the yoke in his youth.

Let him sit alone and keep silent, because God has laid it upon him.

Let him put his mouth in the dust, so there may be hope.

Let him give his cheek to him that smites him; he is filled full with reproach.

For the Lord will not cast off forever.”

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Hope of Heaven

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Hope of Heaven

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Silent night . . . holy night . . .

The kingly head that was crowned with thorns

Once lay in a manger, sleeping,

Tenderly caressed by His mother, Mary.

 

O Come Emmanuel . . .

The hands that were cruelly nailed to the cross

Once healed thousands by His gentle touch,

Mercifully bestowed through His Father.

 

Amazing grace . . . how sweet the sound . . .

Those feet so harshly hammered to the wood

Once walked the sands of time for 33 years,

Presenting the hope of heaven

…to all mankind.

 

Just as I am . . . without one plea . . .

Oh Lamb of God, I come

I come!

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It Ain’t Over Till It’s Over

battle

 

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The times are a’changing, folks, for the worse. We all know this. It is evident in the moral degradation of our culture, the lack of sound leadership, the abandonment of sure and steady standards, the visceral tendency towards barbarism, the breakdown of family unity, the onslaught of worldwide atrocities . . . we could go on and on.

These terrible postures bear down day after day upon our spirits, at times leading us to despair and depression. We must always keep in mind and spirit that we are not to fear, not to despair. Our heavenly Father watches over us and all His creation.

This hymn is such a sweet reminder of this fact. Sing it with joy, sing it with hope, sing it with prayer and sing it with love . . . for the battle is not done!

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This is My Father’s World

~ Malthie D. Babcock

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This is my Father’s world

And to my listening ears

All nature sings, and round me rings

The music of the spheres.

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This is my Father’s world

I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;

His hand the wonders wrought.

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This is my Father’s world

The birds their carols raise

The morning light, the lily white,

Declare their Maker’s praise.

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This is my Father’s world:

He shines in all that’s fair;

In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,

He speaks to me everywhere.

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This is my Father’s world

Oh, let me ne’er forget

That though the wrong seems oft so strong,

God is the Ruler yet.

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This is my Father’s world:

The battle is not done;

Jesus who died shall be satisfied,

And earth and heaven be one.

Amen!

Who’s that Knocking at the Door?

Ornate Wooden Door Valencia Church Guanajuato Mexico

 

© Jeanne E Webster. All Rights Reserved.

 Jeremiah wrote the book of Lamentations (Tears/Wailings in Greek) after personally witnessing the downfall of Judah and the capture of Jerusalem. As his pen so vividly illustrates, His people suffered tragically. God’s fierce judgment crushed them because of their total disregard for His law. No wonder he was called the weeping prophet. Broken in heart and spirit, he grieved over this horrific devastation and urged the people to repent of their sins.

 

As I read this scripture, I imagine witnessing the breakdown of the present day Church! Picture every vestige and denomination– disgraced beyond imagination and completely broken down because of our sins and idolatry. Reflection could thoroughly rupture every true Christian spirit. Revival time would be soon upon us; the old-time tent meetings would spread from shore to shore. I hope and pray we will realize the need to turn our hearts back to God before His wrath is nigh at our door. Lord, have compassion on our souls as we strive to let Christ back into our churches before condemnation comes knocking.

 

The Jewish people read Lamentations every year on the commemoration date of the temple’s destruction. Maybe we ought to integrate this scripture reading into our Lenten services and contrite reflection during that somber season.

Why wait until then? Our walk with Christ is in dire need of realignment now.  How about repentance today?

 

Lamentations 3:21-31

“This I recall to mind, therefore have I hope:

Because of the Lord’s mercies, we are not consumed; his compassions fail not.

They are new every morning; great is his faithfulness.

The Lord is my portion, says my soul; therefore I will hope in him.

The Lord is good to them that wait for him, to the soul that seeks him.

It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the Lord.

It is good for a man that he bears the yoke in his youth.

Let him sit alone and keep silent, because God has laid it upon him.

Let him put his mouth in the dust, so there may be hope.

Let him give his cheek to him that smites him; he is filled full with reproach.

For the Lord will not cast off forever.”

Declaration of Hope

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My Soul Magnifies the Lord!

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But I will hope continually

And will praise You yet more and more.

My mouth shall tell of Your righteousness

And Your salvation all the day.

For I do not know their limits.

I will go in the strength of the Lord God;

I will make mention of Your righteousness,

Of Yours only.

O God, You have taught me from my youth;

And to this day I declare Your wondrous works.

Ps. 71:14-17

 

Wrestling Routine

hope

 

© 2014 Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed.

Haggai 2:4 “Yet now be strong, O Zerubbabel, saith the Lord; and be strong, O Joshua, son of Josedech, the high priest; and be strong, all ye people of the land, saith the Lord, and work…for I am with you, saith the Lord.” (KJV)
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“Be strong, all the people of the land, says the Lord.”

This is something we need to take personally. Write our own names here and REST in the Lord’s promise, “I am with you.”

.
Are you lying in a bed of pain and woe? Do you groan because you no longer are able to drive yourself here and there? Do you need someone to help you get dressed in the morning and undressed at night?

“What is the sense?” you ask. Because the Lord says, “I am with YOU!”

You may be unable to do many things, but you can always sing and pray. And that, dear women, is your REST.

.
When Samuel Rutherford lay in Aberdeen prison, Scotland, ages ago, he wrote at the top of his letters, “God’s Palace, Aberdeen.”

.
When Madam Guyon was imprisoned in the castle at Vincennes, France, she said, “It seems as though I were a little bird whom the Lord has placed in a cage, and that I have nothing now to do but sing.”

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And prisons shall palaces prove, if Jesus abides with me there.
~from Mrs. Charles E. Cowman’s “Springs in the Valley”

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The past two years I have been at rest, thankfully in my own home and with family. A muscle disease has burdened me with pain, depression and many devastating side effects from the medication. All through this I have had this mighty ally, yet lost sight of Him off and on due to my missing the target of hope. Instead I focused on tomorrow, the next day, and the next day. And the day after that. I lost sight of my Lord. Many a time.

.
Patience is a hard virtue to master; faith can be an elusive routine to secure

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“I’m learning, Lord!”

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