Soul Speak

“I wonder if the world is full
Of other secrets beautiful,
As little guessed, as hard to see,
As this sweet, starry mystery?
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Do angels veil themselves in space,
And make the sun their hiding-place?
Do white wings flash as spirits go
On heavenly errands to and fro,
While we, down-looking, never guess
How near our lives they crowd and press?
~
If so, at life’s set we may see
Into the dusk steal noiselessly
Sweet faces that we used to know,
Dear eyes like stars that softly glow,
Dear hands stretched out to point the way,–
And deem the night more fair than day.”
~unknown
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Hello folks:

I like this.

Somehow it speaks to my soul today.  I know it’s not scripture…but it speaks words of the Spirit.

Perhaps knowing I was ill at ease It touched my spirit in a way

That soothed me…
Calmed me…Reassured me…

As if I sensed a familiar hand on my shoulder–firm but gentle.

I wanted to share this with each one of you…
Perhaps you also will “see”
And be blessed with me.

Amen

© Jeanne E Webster – All rights reserved

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.

Looking for Me?

 

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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 a 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 be needing 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 the bodily component. 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 myself 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.

“Take the time to reach up for God; He’s reaching down for you. “
~Marijohn Wilkin
Shalom.

I Remember, I Remember

 

I Remember, I Remember

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I remember, I remember,

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at morn:

He never came a wink too soon,

Nor brought too long a day;

But now, I often wish the night

Had borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember,

The roses, red and white;

The violets and the lily-cups,

Those flowers made of light!

The lilacs where the robin built,

And where my brother set

The laburnum on his birthday,-

The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember,

Where I was used to swing;

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;

My spirit flew in feathers then,

That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow!

I remember, I remember,

The fir trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance,

But now ‘tis little joy

To know I’m farther off from heaven

Than when I was a boy.

                   ~Thomas Hood

Soul-speak

 

“I wonder if the world is full

Of other secrets beautiful,

As little guessed, as hard to see,

As this sweet, starry mystery?

~

Do angels veil themselves in space,

And make the sun their hiding-place?

Do white wings flash as spirits go

On heavenly errands to and fro,

While we, down-looking, never guess

How near our lives they crowd and press?

~

If so, at life’s set we may see

Into the dusk steal noiselessly

Sweet faces that we used to know,

Dear eyes like stars that softly glow,

Dear hands stretched out to point the way,–

And deem the night more fair than day.” 

~unknown

I like this.

Somehow it speaks to my soul today.

I know it’s not scripture…

But it speaks words of the Spirit.

Perhaps knowing I was ill at ease

It touched my spirit in a way

That soothed me…

Calmed me…

Reassured me…

As if I sensed a familiar hand

On my shoulder–

Firm but gentle–

I wanted to share this

With each one of you…

Readers and family and friends…

Perhaps you also will “see”

And be blessed with me.

Amen

© Jeanne E Webster – All rights reserved

Body or Soul?

Bird of Paradise against blue.

Body or Soul

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Are you bruised, dear one,

Your grief too much to bear?

Call out the name of the Son;

Cast on Him all your care.

~

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;

We wear it to the bone;

To dust and dirt decay.

~

But the spirit is eternal

Lives on and on and on

Mark it in your journal…

To God your soul belongs.

~

Thank Him for His love

His forgiveness of sins

The Spirit descends like a dove

New life in heaven begins.

~

Reject His love and grace

You bring forth His wrath

From you He turns His face

As you head down hell’s path.

~

Bodily pain soon passes;

Spiritual pain is forever.

The body rises from ashes,

The rejected spirit never.

~

Turn your spirit to God

Hold to His love and grace

Uplifting as you plod

Towards His heavenly place.

~

For you His heart did bleed

Lean hard into His word:

My grace is all you need…

Peace carols like a bird.

 

 

 

Bird of Paradise against blue.