Written in the Wind

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Nicodemus, teacher
Order of the Pharisees
Sanhedrin member
Rabbi (master of Israel)


Dear Nicodemus:

This letter confirms our conversation last night regarding eternal life. You questioned my statement that a person cannot enter heaven without being born again. You wanted evidence that a person can be born again after he’s grown. As a Pharisee, a rabbi and teacher, you don’t comprehend this?

I explained to you that one must be born of the Spirit, not a rebirth from the womb. Being born of the flesh is a physical birth; being born of the Spirit is a spiritual birth. There is a touch from God framing the spiritual birth which is granted to anyone who believes in the Son of man. He descended from heaven and will return to heaven, evidence for the passage of regeneration for everyone who believes in Him.

You have heard me preach of earthly things yet you don’t believe them. How will you have faith in what I tell you of heavenly things? Moses lifted up the brass serpent that represented the sins of Israel; everyone who looked on it was healed. So will the Son of man be lifted up for everyone to see and believe in, and they shall have eternal life. God loved everyone so much that He put upon the Son of Man the sins of the world. He was lifted up on Calvary for all to see and believe. Those who have faith in Him will not perish but have everlasting life in heaven.

You see, Nicodemus, God didn’t send his Son into the world to condemn everyone but to save them. They condemn themselves if they do not believe in the name of the only Son of God. In all reality, this is the truth: light has come into the world to save the souls of everyone. But people love the darkness, as it covers the evil deeds they don’t want discovered. Those that live good lives are drawn to the light because their deeds will be shown to be of God.

The wind blows where it wishes, Nicodemus. Even though you can’t tell where the sound comes from, listen to it, as it is from the Spirit. Believe in it and be born again, this time of the Spirit, and you will have eternal life.

Love,
Jesus

(Paraphrased from John 3:1-21)

Bloody Mud



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Have you ever had wondering days
When you sit and reflect upon things?
Certain thoughts will linger and laze,
Before you know it… take wings.

I wondered about Mary today,
The mother of Jesus, our Lord.
She tarried with intent to stay,
Heart and soul of woeful accord…

That day when they took Jesus, her son.
They mangled him … nailed him fast.
Judas betrayed this holy One
For silver that would never last.

She tarried on that blood-soaked hill,
Weeping… needing to hold her boy.
Discerned his body they did kill
But never would his spirit destroy.

His ravaged flesh taken from the tree;
Mary’s tears flowed with his blood.
She cradled him so lovingly
As the soil churned into red mud.

His corpse was taken to a tomb quite near,
Wrapped up in spices and herbs.
Mary trudged home with Sabbath tears,
A heavy heart greatly disturbed.

Do you think underneath all that dirt,
This hill still preserves hallowed mud…
The evidence of Mary’s hurt—-
Her tears mingled with Jesus’ blood?

Heavenly Flares

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Thank you for the memories,
The joys and wonders of life,
The blessing of divine glories…
What peace abundantly rife!

You birthed me as a baby girl,
Swaddled up in my mother’s arms;
Tenderly kissed my golden curls
As I snuggled in her charms.

Thanks for all my family and friends,
Thanks for pretty flowers and weeds.
Sunshine and rain brought amends
As You sought to establish Your seeds.

Oh God, my sins no longer sting
They’re hung on the cross of Jesus.
He entered into my life to bring
A life so much more prestigious.

Your truth appeased my doubting heart;
I was healed by Your living waters.
Eternal life You did impart
To my spirit and many others.

I peered inside my very soul;
Faithfully, You are present there.
See that loving spirit glow…
A sweet heavenly flare!

You Gotta Have Heart

 

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Psalm 139:23 “Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me and know me and see if there be any wicked way in me…”

Recently I sought my doctor’s advice regarding a chronic imbalance problem.  He directed me to undergo a stress test to evaluate my heart’s functions.  The first phase of this test is a cardiac ultrasound machine which takes pictures of the heart in action prior to the stress-induced treadmill aspect. Following the treadmill exercise, the patient returns to the ultrasound machine for additional pictures of the heart which is now recovering from the stress.

As I lay upon the table underneath the machine, I watched its creeping movement as it tediously crossed over the chest area, clicking photos as it swept the heart area from the right to the left. Words from a psalmist came to mind as this medical contraption fulfilled its duty for the technician. “Search me, oh God, and know my heart…”

Laying there I prayed, “Lord, search my heart and my spirit as this machine is doing. Search out any defects or irregularities that inhibit my heart and make it whole again. You are the Creator and know me through and through. You don’t need pictures to review; you made all the parts. I lay here spread out before you and confess any sinful willfulness. Repair my heart, Lord, and correct its path. Point it in sync with your will and purpose. Thank you, Father. You are the Great Technician. In Jesus’ name.”

Amen!

Love Letter

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Have you ever had a glum day and couldn’t get out of it? Sure, we all have. One of mine popped up a few days ago and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t put on that happy face and smile at the world. I guess you’d call me a grump! Ok. Well, out of grumpiness comes a good idea…sometimes.

Remember this tune?–

I’m gonna sit right down

And write myself a letter,

And make believe it came from you.

I’m gonna write words oh, so sweet

They’re gonna knock me off of my feet,

A lot of kisses on the bottom,

I’ll be glad I got ‘em.

I’m gonna smile and say,

“I hope you’re feeling better,”

And close with love, the way you do.

I’m gonna sit right down

And write myself a letter,

And make believe it came from you.

~Fats Waller

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Well, I wrote myself a letter…and told myself all my troubles, my aches and pains, my hopes and dreams, and whatever else was on my heart. And then I e-mailed it…to myself.

Next I wrote myself another letter…this one was from Jesus. “He” reminded me of who I was and how I was supposed to be living. “He” told me again of those wonderful words of life, and the promises he had made to every believer. He knows every heartache, every teardrop, every single burden ever suffered by the human race. And you know what? Peace began to flow like a river and the heaviness of the day was lifted like the dust filled mist on a cool fall morning.

He signed the letter, “Love, Jesus.”

How could I be glum after all that?!

You see, the exercise released the toxic potion within me, and Jesus threw it into the farthest sea. He is the Healer of mankind and can mend all your broken dreams and days. Partake of your daily supplements; they’re written in the Bible. The Holy Spirit will show you the way. Swallow your pride along with the supplements and you’ll heal much faster.

Maybe you will want to write a letter…

But I Could Catch the Biggest Bull Frogs

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Thank you, Lord, for Mom and Dad,
My angelic grandma I loved so.
Abundant sustenance all my life,
Safe environments in which to grow.

I respected my brothers and sisters,
Though we fought like cats and dogs.
We played and wrestled and got dirty
…I could catch the biggest bull frogs.

You gave me a sound body and mind;
I learned well to read and write.
Mostly I behaved quite proper;
A few wrongs but tried to do right.

Summer time we got rounded up
One year for that Bible school;
Met this gentle young man, Jesus,
Who taught me the Golden Rule.

He’s led me down life’s pathway,
Soothed my heart and hell-bound soul.
Cleaned me up one side and another;
Dug me out of that dark, deep hole.

The loving heart you gave me, Lord,
I used for lost sisters and brothers
That forgiving spirit was harder to bear;
But you said we should love one another.

Oh, the wisdom in that there Bible,
The tools for us to use in our lives.
I’m finding new ones most every day,
‘especially joys from just being alive.

A thankful heart and loving spirit
Is my offering, Lord, back to you.
Reflecting a happier way of life,
And a heart that’s tried and so true.

Scutterings in the Night

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Remember when we were toddlers and the carefree daylight abandoned us to that ugly black darkness called night? Our bedtime drama began with a hug and kiss and recitation of our prayers.  A bonnie “Sleep well, see you in the morning,” echoed through the rustling of covers, and the light switch clicked off.

Then it was time!  The hour of darkness swooped and thrashed upon our innocent spirits.  Panic screeched a fiery course through our veins. Those menacing, creepy shadows scuttered along the walls, hid in the closets, and stirred ever so slightly underneath the bed. Meanness dominated those dark hours and horrified us. We were sore afraid.

Morning came and past horrors dissolved into the light of day. Levity reigned supreme once again.  What terror lurks in the day light that men should be afraid?

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” ― Plato

John relates to us the teaching of our Lord Jesus:

John 12:46-48:  Jesus cried and said…”I am come a light into the world, that whosoever believeth on me should not abide in darkness. And if any man hear my words, and believe not, I judge him not: for I came not to judge the world, but to save the world. He that rejecteth me, and receiveth not my words, hath one that judgeth him: the word that I have spoken, the same shall judge him in the last day.”

Do not fear the One Who offers eternal life. Come to the Lord while it is yet day.

Shalom