Each time I am hurt by friends I turn to the page to pen my thoughts. Today was one such day. In my bitterness I trudged petulantly to my bed, picked my journal and decided to pour out my anger. After all I was a skilled poet with verses so unique they could actually frame a universe. I remember the friend who claimed I was too difficult and proceeded to mute me in his life. I recalled that one with whom I used to converse nightly, who then retreated when it became apparent that I was flawed beyond repair. As I tossed and turned in my self-inflicted anguish, I felt a calm rush over me. Then I heard a voice. It was childlike… frail and fragile. The soft lilt impinged on my eardrums, sending chills down my spine. I could not tell whether it was a child or not. I quietened my mind and listened. “I stand in awe of
[The Book of Joel] What the locust swarm has left the great locusts have eaten; what the great locusts have left the young locusts have eaten; what the young locusts have left other locusts have eaten. Yesterday I lit a candle and hid it under my bed – National Association of Fools Carefully tear away the tinfoil of pretence and stare into the blackness that is life. Do you realize that many people are tottering on the edge of despair? Most people who walk the streets are merely zombies with manicured nails and sharply pressed attires. There is no life in us anymore. We try to do it ourselves. We hop from seminar to spa, from hospital to horoscopes. We will try anything and everything in an effort to salvage a bit of sanity. Total annihilation is the word for the day. Life takes on the appearance of a post-apocalyptic landscape without the green leaf of hope. The swarming locusts
Matthew 9:2 And, behold, they brought to him a man sick of the palsy, lying on a bed: and Jesus seeing their faith said unto the sick of the palsy; Son, be of good cheer; thy sins be forgiven thee. Faith Jesus saw the faith of the men who brought the sick person and responded by forgiving the man’s sin. They came. This was all the verse shows us. This is the simplicity of the message of Grace. We are not told that they did anything extra. They simply brought the sick man to Jesus. Jesus recognised this action of coming and bringing the man as faith. And he placed no other requirement. It was their response to what they had heard? Why did they come? Had they heard of Christ? Were they absolutely sure or just trying out the Lord? Either way we can be certain that they knew Christ held the power in his hands to heal the man.
All to Jesus I surrender. For he is Bastion of hope, my only anchor. Coming with the fruit of my lips, Daily I rise with songs of thanks. Every mountain will bow to Him, Forest creatures bend their knees. Glorious Jesus to Him I surrender, for He is the Author and Great Finisher. I am my Lover’s and He is mine, Jesus has me marked with love. Knowing me and Loving me… my Life is endless bliss My gaze is fastened on his face, Never will I turn away, never will I hide, Only and wholly to Him I cling… Prince of Peace, calming all my storms. Quiet and gentle rivers are our home, Restoring my broken heart with love. Storms bellow and rage, yet He loves Telling me each day, each moment Until I emerge perfected in this faith, Victorious in all that I do… Till I Walk virtuous without condemnation Xylophones & drums echo my praise Yonder, angels
<We are constantly falling short. We are always almost or completely at odds with God. Sin’s effect works in us a death that medicine cannot cure, that engineering cannot reverse, that philosophy cannot unravel. We are lost in lust, feet fixed in fear and with hearts ravaged with the fiery darts of the evil one. Is there hope for man’s child? Is there an elixir somewhere which he can take to stop this entropy, to quench this decay? For all have sinned and fallen short of the mark. We are scattered, our tongues in variance, our voices in dissent. We each work and walk in our own way, in the way that seems right to us. Sin drives us, his whip tears at us. Yet we move, blinded by worldly desires. We are constantly falling short. At Sinai the Almighty spoke. He that is named I AM penned his laws in stone. Yet sin’s grip tightened. We grew pale and