BUT A POOR REFLECTION: Carried away

Friday, September 08, 2006

Carried away

"Two thousand years ago, You came into Jerusalem in humility, Lord, just as You come into our world today. You stooped to conquer then and You stoop to conquer now by visiting our little lives - our miniature moments. Some people welcomed You then, and some people welcome You now, little realizing that accepting You as Saviour means accepting Your cross."

Jill Briscoe, The Deep Places Where Nobody Goes, p. 45

The only thing I contributed to my salvation was my sin

Jesus is a hard act to follow... He had to fight against temptations, but He never fell into temptation. I am so unlike Him... He carried the cross and - because of all the pain that we caused Him - wasn't able to walk without stumbling. The Roman soldiers ordered a man, his name was Simon, to carry the cross for Jesus. This is how my Lord arrived at his place of execution - and sometimes I still feel guilty about this. But why? Was it my sin that caused this suffering? Yes, I do believe so. Is He still blaiming me for this? No, I know that I am forgiven! Do I need to feel quilty? No - I just need to say Thank You. Or in two other languages - grazie, merci... which really means grace and mercy - so I'm told.

Jesus, sinless Saviour, You took my place. Thank You! Let me carry your cross, even if I stumble and fall time and time again. Please Lord, lift me up - renew my strength. As a human being, I can't finish this journey on my own - I wouldn't even know where to start. I desperately need your grace and mercy - right here, right now. I trust that You will carry me all the way. Amen

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Have you ever wondered why God gives so much? We could exist on far less. He could have left the world flat and grey; we wouldn’t have known the difference. But he didn’t. He splashed orange in the sunrise and cast the sky in blue. And if you love to see geese as they gather, chances are you’ll see that too. Did he have to make the squirrel’s tail furry? Was he obliged to make the birds sing? And the funny way that chickens scurry or the majesty of thunder when it rings? Why give a flower fragrance? Why give food its taste? Could it be he loves to see that look upon your face?

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Sadhu Sundar Singh

I do not condemn theologians wholesale, but it is unfortunately the fashion in Western thinking to doubt and deny everything. I protest this tendency. I never advise anyone to consult theologians, because all too often they have completely lost all sense of spiritual reality. They can explain Greek words and all that, but they spend too much time among their books and not enough time with the Master in prayer. It is not that I oppose all education, but education without life is certainly dangerous. You must stop examining spiritual truths like dry bones! You must break open the bones and take in the life-giving marrow.

Oswald Chambers

In the Bible clouds are always associated with God. Clouds are the sorrows, sufferings, or providential circumstances, within or without our personal lives, which actually seem to contradict the sovereignty of God. Yet it is through these very clouds that the Spirit of God is teaching us how to walk by faith. If there were never any clouds in our lives, we would have no faith. "The clouds are the dust of His feet" (Nahum 1:3). They are a sign that God is there. What a revelation it is to know that sorrow, bereavement, and suffering are actually the clouds that come along with God! God cannot come near us without clouds— He does not come in clear-shining brightness. (Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest, July 29th)