Don’t Mess with the Man!


© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved

 

“He is your praise and your God, who has done for you these great and awesome things which your eyes have seen.” Deut. 10:21

Moses spoke these words to Israel prior to their journey into the land of promise. He had placed the tables of stone into the ark as God had commanded, and now it was time for Israel to prove their mettle.

“Go in and possess the land which I have sworn unto your fathers.”

Moses exhorted Israel to:

Fear the Lord
Walk in all His ways
Love the Lord
Serve Him with all your heart and soul
Keep His laws
Circumcise the foreskin of your heart
Be flexible
Love the strangers among you
Trust the Lord

The exhortations above sound quite familiar, don’t they? As Christians, we hold to each of them in our daily walk with Christ. Moses was admonishing Israel to remember all that God had done for them and to cling to this great God who had brought them out of bondage. We too need this reminder.

It’s all too easy to interact with God as if He were a sugar daddy or an easy mark. NO! He is the awesome God of Israel, the great I AM! Don’t mess with the MAN! Fear Him, respect Him, stand before Him in awe, and esteem Him. He’s number ONE.

Walk in ways that reflect His love and mercy to others. Love Him with that bone-deep, heart-booming passion born from a worshipful spirit. Serve Him heartily, wholly, with all the gusto you can muster. Keep His commandments and you’ll reap many rewards. Discipline yourself, lean into the yoke and pull hard. Right next to you on the other side is Jesus. Just remember that.

Love the stranger among you, for you were once strangers also. Cling fast to the Lord and He will always be with you.

Make it a practice to praise the Lord–-with thanksgiving and a humble spirit. Think back to the wondrous moments He lightened your life. Ponder what He is doing for you right this moment. Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him . . . our wonderful Redeemer!

Amen

Earthy Stuff

 

 

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Recently I heard someone describe many of our politicians as empty vessels, perhaps hinting at a dearth of ethics and/or morals in the political arena. The Apostle Paul wrote a letter to the Corinthian church regarding earthen vessels filled with the indwelling of God. (2 Cor. 4:1-18) What a contrast!

A return to the old covenant scripture reminds us that God dwelled in a tent among His people as evidence that He was with them. Today we know His presence within our hearts, placed there by that same Spirit of the living God as evidenced by the new covenant. Our power or strength had nothing to do with it. This treasure is none other than the gospel of Christ, the image of God.

You want to know more of God, then look fully into Jesus’ face!

Why would God see fit to put into our feeble bodies such a great treasure? So that the world may see Christ in us through the excellency of God’s power. Another fine contrast! He knows our frames, how weak we are, easily “troubled on every side yet not crushed, perplexed but not desperate, persecuted but not forsaken, cast down but not destroyed.” Yet we strive to live that the life of Jesus will be manifested in this mortal flesh. Though every day our physical bodies perish, every day we grow spiritually. We know and believe with certainty that God will raise us up in like manner as Christ.

Reflect upon the things that are not visible to the naked eye. The things we see are only temporal, while the invisible things are eternal. Shine forth into this world of darkness this light in earthen vessels, and may we clothe ourselves in thanksgiving for the great work God has done.
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“Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;
Wean it from earth, through all its pulses move;
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art,
And make me love Thee as I ought to love.

“Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love
One holy passion filling all my frame
The baptism of the heaven-descended Dove,
My heart an altar and Thy love the flame.”
~George Croly

Shalom

Spiritual Uplifting


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Are you bruised, dear one,
Too much grief to bear?
Call out to the Son;
Give Him all your cares.

“My grace is all you need,”
Peace carols like a bird.
For you His heart did bleed
Lean hard into His word.

Consider the situation:
Which pain is greater to bear…
A body in degradation
Or a spirit in disrepair?

The body moans and groans;
Fails us more each day;
Wears right to the bone;
To dust it will decay.

But the spirit is eternal,
Lives on and on and on.
Mark it in your journal…
To God your soul belongs.

The body rises from ashes,
The rejected spirit, never.
Bodily pain soon passes;
Pain in hell is forever.

Reject His love and grace?
You bring forth His wrath;
From you He turns His face
You’re on a hellish path.

Thank Him for His love,
His pardon for all sins;
The Spirit ascends above,
New life in heaven begins.

Turn your spirit to God;
Grasp His love and grace,
Uplifting you as you plod
Into His heavenly place.

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…

Trouble in River City?


Trouble in River City?

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What a beautiful day today! The sky is blue, the breeze is cooling, the birds are singing and all is well…

No–not really. Just look around you; read the newspaper; watch the television news. There’s trouble in “River City” and it starts with “T:” “T” for trials, tribulation, turmoil, tension, and trepidation. Somedays we are so overwhelmed with the struggles of living, we darn near give up. Well, DON’T!

Have you a heart that’s weary
Tending a load of care
Are you a soul that’s seeking rest
From the burden you bear?

Do you know my Jesus
Do you know my friend
Have you heard he loves you
And that he will abide till the end?

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Who knows your disappointments
Who hears each time you cry
Who understands your heartaches
Who drys the tears from your eyes.

Do you know my Jesus
Do you know my friend
Have you heard he loves you
And that he will abide till the end?

Have you heard he loves you
And that he will abide till the end?…
~Skeeter Davis

Did you know that Jesus sees your every teardrop? Did you know that Jesus knows your pain? Did you know that Jesus is the best friend you’ll ever have?

“Why?” you say.

Because he loves you with a love you’ve never known. It’s a heavenly love. It came down from heaven, and, for over 2,000 years, has spread all over this earth. It comes free of charge, is non-judgmental, is yours for the asking, and you can’t out give it ever. It lasts forever too, just like you.

Jesus loves you so much he wanted you to be loved like God created you to be loved. Once you tell him you want his love, he will come into your heart and stay there forever. Each day of your life will be wrapped in his love, protection, joy, and comfort. The world may deal you hardship, but within your spirit is One who can buffer that with such sweet relief. He’ll go with you through the valleys and up those mountaintops. He is truly the best friend you’ll ever know.

Begin today to know this special person, this superhuman Savior, this wonderful Comforter. Get out your Bible and read about him. Did you know that as you read the Bible, you are being taught by the Holy Spirit? Yes, you are guided and led by the Holy Spirit to the truths that God’s Word reveals to anyone that is thirsty and hungry for true love and eternal security.

Ask Jesus to come into your heart.
Seek to know him.
Knock on the door of his heart and he will let you in.

He’s really there, waiting for you, ready to love and comfort you. As a little child, open your heart and let him in. Make this the best day of your life.

“Have you heard he loves you…?” Yes, you have.

John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.”

From Viet Nam and Back

© Jeanne E Webster

Life is filled with many wonders, some shrouded in golden ecstasy while others forever etched with tears from tortured souls. It is an arduous and exhilarating labor, long and short, hopeful and hopeless, fulfilling and fleeting, and promising and forsaking.

Life begins with a scream and ends with a moan, loves one day and hates the next, promises the world with one hand and waves goodbye with the other.

Somewhere in-between these dynamics, babies are born and people die, lovers marry and the disillusioned divorce, families build up and discord knocks down, adults fight and children hurt. Such is life.

Mature life begins with shy smiles, cuddling looks, love oozing from the seams of passion, pure innocence in all its meant-to-be fashion.

Babies are snuggling from the breast, prideful glances exchanged, cooing and oh-so-gentle touches of love, and brief bliss and fulfillment. Home was security until a thing called war bombed the soul out of young hearts just beginning their walk down the aisle of life.

The eruption of a foolhardy war blasted on the idyllic scene and in a few short years, family units deteriorate into shambles, love turns to hate, children tremble in frightening anguish. Parents divorce, bitterly forging a sword of despair and unforgiveness into once solid family trees—forever.

Like animated ghosts of the past, fathers and mothers trod wearily along what’s left of life, separated by wounds too deep to heal and too long ago to remember.  Children are resilient but deeply hurt nonetheless. They reach adulthood and marry, clinging dearly to high hopes, bearing young and slowly beginning their family trees. But all too soon they realize that. . .

“Life begins with a scream and ends with a moan, loves one day and hates the next, promises the world with one hand and waves goodbye with the other.”

A story told by an angel on the wing, carrying heavenward life’s shattered things.

GODSPEED My LOVE

WOMEN'S WINDOW

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Somewhere My Love

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 Where are the beautiful days?

Where are the sleigh rides ‘til dawn?

Where are the tender moments of splendor?

Where have they gone…?

Where have they gone…?

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Somewhere, my love, there will be songs to sing,

Although the snow covers the hope of spring.

Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold,

And there are dreams, all that your heart can hold.

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Someday we’ll meet again, my love,

Someday wherever the spring breaks through.

You’ll come to me out of the long ago,

Warm as the wind, soft as the kiss of snow..

Till then, my sweet, think of me now and then.

Godspeed my love ‘til you are mine again.

~~by Paul Francis Webster

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“They shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.”  Isa.  35:10

(A sacred love of long ago.)    white rose

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