Prideful Pricks

 

Prideful Pricks

©Jeanne E Webster — All rights reserved

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A thorn in the flesh is healthier

Than a clot of pride in the heart.

A thorn will prick your attention;

Pride vainly numbs your smarts.

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A thorn seeks immediate care

To purge the prick of its pain.

Pride probes for its pacifier,

Suavely sucking its own gain.

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How quickly we yank the thorn;

It is most troublesome at best.

We leave fleshly plump Pride

Feathering and fluffing its nest.

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Thorns set off many red flags,

Panic buttons and alarms;

Pride smugly veils its soul

Concealing its ways of harm.

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Give me a thorn any old day,

Within my flesh or without;

I’ll rid it of its harmful deed

And quickly give it a shout!

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But Pride, O me, O my, I cry!

Is a need I must have for sure.

Please spare me just a little bit.

How else will “I” ever endure?!

 

PR”I”DE

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Pricks & Pride

© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed.

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A thorn in the flesh is healthier

Than a clot of pride in the heart.

A thorn will prick your attention;

Pride vainly numbs your smarts.

~

A thorn seeks immediate care

To purge the prick of its pain.

Pride probes for its pacifier,

Suavely sucking its own gain.

~

How quickly we yank the thorn;

It is most troublesome at best.

We leave fleshly plump Pride

Feathering and fluffing its nest.

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Thorns set off many red flags,

Panic buttons and alarms;

Pride smugly veils its soul

Concealing its ways of harm.

~

Give me a thorn any old day,

Within my flesh or without;

I’ll rid it of its harmful deed

And quickly give it a shout!

~

But Pride: O me, O my, I cry!

Is a need I must have for sure.

Please spare me just a little bit.

How else will “I” ever endure?

With Love

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© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed

 

Have you ever had a glum day and couldn’t get into 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 that 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…

 

 

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Forget It, OK?

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Just Forget It
© Jeanne E Webster

Matt. 6:3-4 “But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth; that thy alms may be in secret and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.” KJV

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Never let the left hand know
What the right hand has done;
You’ve done it for the Lord,
Comparing you should shun.

Too many times we tally
All our righteous deeds
Then we get to boasting
Our ego it surely feeds.

Don’t be counting or thinking
Enough is done in His name;
That’s wrestling agin’ the spirit;
Satan loves to play that game.

Keep on doing what’s right
Then forget it; let it go.
Go on to other things for God;
He does the counting, you know.

Are You Just Going to Sit There?

 Galatians 5:16-17 “This I say then:  Walk in the Spirit, and you shall not fulfill the lust of the flesh.  For the flesh lusts against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh.  And these are contrary the one to the other, so that you cannot do the things that you would. “

 

 

©Jeanne E Webster

 

“Within my earthly temple there’s a crowd;

There’s one of us that’s humble, one that’s proud;

There’s one that’s brokenhearted for his sins

And one who, unrepentant, sits and grins;

There’s one who loves his neighbor as himself

And one who cares for naught but fame and pelf.

From such corroding care I would be free

If once I could determine which is me.”

 

The above verse is quite a mouthful, isn’t it?  I would imagine that it holds true for most us.   This body, for a Christian, is quite hard to control, to rein in, and to subdue.  To put it frankly, the Christian is a battlefield.  The flesh desires to sin; the Spirit is constrained to obey the things of the Spirit.  Every day we are made aware of the constant battle between the two natures. 

Paul continues with a stark comparison of the two natures: 

The works of the flesh are these:  Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, sexual excesses, idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings….

[Paul adds some powerful drama here with this warning…”As I have told you before in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God.”]

But the fruit of the Spirit is:  Love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance….

The differences are startling. 

As in any war, action must be taken in order to achieve victory.  The finger points at each one of us, dear Christians.  Will we remain passive and continue to tolerate the works of the flesh within us?  Or shall we rear up off our sanctified haunches and give way to the power of the Spirit to crucify this flesh?  The victory has already been won; we merely have to give the “Charge!” 

“Brethren, the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirit.  Amen.”

Pricks and Pride

 

Pricks & Pride

 ©Jeanne E. Webster

 

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A thorn in the flesh is healthier

Than a clot of pride in the heart.

A thorn will prick your attention;

Pride vainly numbs your smarts.

~

A  thorn seeks immediate care

To purge the prick of its pain.

Pride probes for its pacifier,

Suavely sucking its own gain.

~

How quickly we yank the thorn;

It is most troublesome at best.

We leave fleshly plump Pride

Feathering and fluffing its nest.

~

 Thorns set off many red flags,

Panic buttons and alarms;

Pride smugly veils its soul

Concealing its ways of harm.

~

Give me a thorn any old day,

Within my flesh or without;

I’ll rid it of its harmful deed

And quickly give it a shout!

~

But Pride:  O me, O my, I cry!

Is a need I must have for sure.

Please spare me just a little bit.

How else will “I” ever endure?

~

~shalom