A Wondering Day

 

 

© Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved

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.
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I’m wondering about Mary today,
The mother of Jesus, our Lord.
Lingering resolve to woefully stay,
This event of such tragic accord.
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Evil prevailed on that cross up high. . .
They mangled him then nailed him fast.
Judas betrayed this holy One. Why?
For silver that would never last.
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Mary tarried on that blood-soaked hill,
Weeping… needing to hold her boy.
Knowing that his body they did kill
But never could his spirit destroy.
.
His ravaged flesh was taken off the tree;
Mary’s tears flowed with his blood.
She cradled him ever 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,
Her heavy heart greatly disturbed.
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Do you think underneath all that dirt,
This hill still preserves hallowed mud…
Evidence of Mary’s excruciating hurt-
Her tears mingled with Jesus’ blood?

Treasure-Filled?

treasure

 

©2010 Jeanne E. Webster. All rights reserved

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 dwelt 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.

“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

 

 

Who’s that Knocking at the Door?

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 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.”

God Forsaken

Tree Trunk

 

 

© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved
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Have you ever had “wondering” days
When you sat and reflected upon things?
Unique perceptions linger and laze,
And before you know it, take wings.
.
I was wondering about Mary today,
The mother of Jesus, our Lord,
How she tarried with intent to stay,
Heart and spirit of woeful accord,
.
On that day when they took her son,
Laid him down and nailed him hard
To a rough-hewn tree. It was done;
Thirty pieces of silver the reward.
.
She waited atop that forsaken hill
Weeping, wanting to hold her boy.
She knew that his body they did kill
But his spirit they could not destroy.
.
His ravaged remains lifted off the tree;
Mary’s tears mingled with his blood.
Softly she cradled him ever so lovingly
As the soil turned into a rich red mud.
.
His corpse was taken to a sepulcher near
And wrapped with ointments and spices.
Mary trudged home spewing Sabbath tears,
Her heart crushed into a thousand slices.
.
I wondered today if underneath all the dirt,
That hill still preserves hallowed mud,
Evidence of Mary’s godforsaken hurt:
Her tears mingled with Jesus’ blood.

 

Earthy Stuff

© Jeanne E Webster

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 dwelt 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

Who…Me?

 

Who…Me?

©Jeanne E Webster

The inner person…who goes there? A mystery to be investigated. We see the house, but who lives within? Who is the tenant living at ________?

Welcome to my house. It’s getting old and shabby, I know. It’s not a big house, only five feet and two inches. The roof is medium brown and grey tweed, blending well with the olive tinted exterior. What really pops are the two deep-blue windows which reflect the distinctive characteristics of the tenant…ME! Come on in and let’s get acquainted.

Howdy! It‘s nice to meet you. By the way, I just love your house. Really cool roof color. Don’t mind my house; it needs a new coat of paint. But I won’t need it much longer.  Did you know we are made of three separate parts? Yep, we have a body, mind and spirit. We’ve already compared and sized up our bodily components. Voila, ready or not, here we are! Our houses have a way of standing out, don’t they?

It’ll be harder for you to see my inner person, my mind and spirit, mainly because they are intangible. So sit down for a spell and listen up; you just might learn a thing or two about me. Maybe I’ll learn more about you too.

A mind is a strange thing. Mysterious and eerie, like a jet plane flying so high in the sky, one cannot see it, only hear it. Sometimes it’s occluded by clouds. We’ll never figure out all the dynamics of our minds, because they are quite intricate organs. I strive daily to know my inner self. Even the Bible advises us to “know thyself”. Easier said than done, right?

My mind is a tool that helps me survive, to understand the world around me. I have learned responsibility and a moral sense of right and wrong. I have free will rights to anything I want to do, but along with this free will comes a conscience, an entity I can’t see or hold, yet it is there as certainly as my physical aspects.

I’ve heard the still small voice of my Creator that bids me love others as He loves me, forgive others as He forgives my sins, and to tell the “good news” to the world. My mind knows His voice and my body obeys His directions.

My spirit is that essence within me that searches the recessed corners of many rooms in my house, making sure that all is well. It’s that “finger to finger” touch Michelangelo portrayed in his fresco of Adam reaching out for God. I find it a vital exercise for my physical and mental health to reach up and touch God’s hand every day.

Hopefully you have gotten to know me better, and I look forward to peeking inside you one day. Let’s end with an exercise that involves all three aspects of the inner person…prayer.

Pray always, earnestly and fervently. And take the time to reach up for God; He’s reaching down for you.

~Shalom.