SUNDAY SONG

JOB 10:12
You gave me life and showed me kindness, and in your providence
watched over my spirit.

2 Corinthians 12:9
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.

I am very grateful for God’s grace, love, long-suffering and forgiveness.

PLEASE PRAY

Please pray for those who suffered great trauma and loss as a result of the storm damage that has occurred over the past few days.  Please pray for those who are yet to experience what remains of those storms.

This is just scary, awful and sad.

Have a blessed Easter

Luke 24:1-12
On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ ” Then they remembered his words.
When they came back from the tomb, they told all these things to the Eleven and to all the others. It was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the others with them who told this to the apostles. But they did not believe the women, because their words seemed to them like nonsense. Peter, however, got up and ran to the tomb. Bending over, he saw the strips of linen lying by themselves, and he went away, wondering to himself what had happened.

Hebrews 5:8-9
Though He was a Son, yet He learned obedience by the things which He suffered.  And having been perfected, He became the author of eternal salvation to all who obey Him.

Easter represents, to me, in addition to the obvious, how Christ keeps His promises.

He promised His loved ones and followers that he’d come back in three days, and then when he prepared to leave them after His resurrection, He promised that He’d be in Heaven until His next return…a return we all await, today.

He is faithful. The night He was taken away by the Roman guards, He experienced betrayal by Judas and Peter. In the Bible, we see how torn Peter was after his betrayal, and yet Christ was faithful to forgive him.

He loves us regardless of our past or our present.  Even as Christ experienced the physical pain of the cross, He cried out to God the Father for the forgiveness of those who gambled for His possessions and forgave the criminals to His left and to His right.

Christ puts no bounds on His ability to forgive and His willingness to be faithful to His Word.

Easter is a day of celebration of Christ’s resurrection. It is also a time for many, like me, who know they don’t deserve it, to truly absorb and understand how Christ has been faithful to them to forgive them and allow them a new life, one that never would have been possible or even dreamed of had it not been for Christ’s work in their lives.

I am so grateful for Christ’s painful sacrifice of love, so that I (and you if you choose to have faith in Him as your savior) could have eternal life. I am also very grateful for His forgiveness of my sins and for His faithfulness in spite of them. He doesn’t care who you are or what you’ve done…He wants to show you His love.

A good read

This article, about the “birthday” of the King James version of the Bible, by Roger Scruton, is a really good read. The end of the article is compelling, so be sure to click on the link if you’d like to read it.

It is not just the literary merits of the King James Bible that recommend it, however. This was the Bible that the Pilgrim Fathers brought with them across the Atlantic, that the Methodist riders took around the farmsteads and cabins of rural America, the Bible that the merchant adventurers carried to India, Australia, and Africa, the Bible that provided the texts of Handel’s oratorios and which inspired the hymns of Isaac Watts and Charles Wesley. It is the Bible that was planted in the depths of the English-speaking soul during the crucial centuries when the sphere of English-speaking freedom was formed. I doubt that you can understand the motives of the early settlers of America without it. It gave them the names of their towns and villages, the names of their children, the maxims of their daily life and the routines and rituals of their sparse forms of enjoyment. They fought and cursed, made love and sermons, in the language of the King James Bible, and everywhere about us we see the difference that this has made. Ask yourself how it came about that a suburb of Washington, D.C. should bear the beautiful Hebrew name of Bethesda and you will unearth a history that is dependent at almost every point on the King James Bible and its immediate sources in Tyndale and Myles Coverdale.

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BUT THERE ARE OTHER and equally interesting ideas suggested by the history of biblical translation. When Christendom was first shaping itself from within the Roman Empire it was by means of the Vulgate, St. Jerome’s Latin version of the sacred texts. Those early Christians did not doubt that their most authoritative text, the one which contained the most direct messages yet received from God to man, had been translated from other languages, spoken by other people, in whom God had, for reasons of His own, chosen to confide. A kind of openness to the world and to other ways of life was the natural consequence of this. And this openness has characterized the Christian religion ever since.

When we allow God to grip our hearts we learn how much He loves us. Not allowing Him that place in our lives leads to an emptiness that can never be filled.

Just a really nice story.

I thought I’d go into a holiday with a sweet story:

Joanna Reyes was living in uptown Manhattan in February when she came upon a postcard tucked into a pile of junk mail.
“My dear friend. The thought of you inspired me to write,” the note, in flowing cursive, opened. “Dear, how are you doing? The countryside is looking like spring, the hillsides have a soft blanket of green grass, dotted with yellow and white flowers. Beautiful. I guess I’m just a simple girl at heart. Life is romantic adventure. Remember, romance is everywhere. I love you. Love, Rose Carrera.”

Dated March 1987, the beautifully written message could have been meant for Joanna: The 34-year-old was in a rut, lamenting not yet being married or having kids, and contemplating a move to California.
But even though it was meant for another woman, named Caroline, the message spoke to Joanna. “There [was] something so special about it,” Joanna told Matt Lauer on TODAY Wednesday. “It just sat with me; still sits with me today. You could tell that they were two dear friends.”

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Rose’s 1987 postcard had been in response to a request for advice from Caroline after the boyfriend she had moved to New York to be with turned out to be Mr. Wrong. But why had it taken a quarter of a century and the intervention of a stranger to get the two women back together?
“I just thought she had made a decision, and that was OK with me,” Rose said of Caroline. “I felt that Caroline knows what’s best for her.”
Caroline said she had similar feelings. When she got no reply from Rose, she figured her friend had moved on.

When I saw this story, I was reminded of the people I’ve lost touch with over the years. There haven’t been that many, but enough to make me wonder what they are up to. Some, I’d rather never talk to ever again (don’t ever travel 3000 miles for anyone, just sayin’.) However, there are a few I miss very much.

How wonderful it must be for those two, long-lost friends to be reuinted.

Caption Contest

Here is this week’s caption contest photo. Have a great weekend, and I will post winners Tuesday evening.


This week’s winners are. . .

Jeffro:
Taking a break from his busy golf schedule, the President sings Roberta Flack’s “Killing Me Softly” at a karaoke fundraiser.

John D:
Fearing that his speeches are losing their impact, President Obama uses The Force® to persuade the weak-minded to support his budget proposal.

OTHER CAPTION CONTESTS:

Cowboy Blob

Family Security Matters

Rodney Dill

Wizbang

Wyatt