How many times do we let the past put our present in jeopardy?
Some life lessons do make sense and this is one I picked up on Pinterest is one of them. Happy Saturday.
Pure Love
My seven-year-old great-grandson loves his twenty-one-month-old little sister more than words can say. This picture says it all. Remember that saying, “actions speak louder than words”? This is it in a nutshell. My prayer is that we and the world would know such pure love.
New Beginnings
Here is something I copied on Easter Monday, April 24, 2000. It was written in the Toronto Star by Rev. Deborah Vaughan.
Every time we let something go something new and wonderful can fill our empty, waiting hands. Life is full of little deaths, denials, griefs. Every beginning marks the end of what has gone before. This is the cycle of life…no beginnings without ends, no ends without new beginnings following after. “Rejoice, all is not lost. Something better, something you cannot imagine is coming to you.” (Angels at the Tomb).
For what it’s worth, looking back on my life, this makes complete sense to me because in hindsight it has been my many experiences. I am in the process of awaiting another new beginning.
The Morning After
(Let me start out by apologizing for this post being a day late in some parts of the world, but I was away.)
No, I’m not writing about a hangover. At least not the kind from consuming too much alcohol.
It’s the morning after the resurrection of Jesus and as in days of old, a feeling of jubilation continues to pervade the hearts of believers; a hangover of sorts.
On Thursday we attended the Last Supper. On Friday we witnessed the Crucifixion. Saturday we contemplated what was to come, and Sunday we celebrated the Resurrection.
Today, Easter Monday, we move on with the knowledge that something spectacular has taken place and there is no need for a cure for the morning after because Jesus, himself, is the cure for everything.
He Lives!
He lives!
We survived the last supper, the crucifixion, the waiting period, and it is here…the day of resurrection…Easter Sunday!
It has been said before and is worth repeating:
It is not that Jesus lived and died but that He died and lives! Happy Easter.
Why Good Friday?
“Why is it called good Friday when it commemorates the crucifixion of Jesus?”
This is a question asked over and over again.
Indeed, though the deed itself was an ugly one, some two thousand plus years ago, it was the promise of His return that held out hope and made it almost bearable to bear.
It is that hope that so many of us cling to that gives such meaning to the Easter season and all seasons before and after.
It is that hope, that some day we will see Him face to face, as His disciples did after that heartbreaking Friday. That hope carries us through to Easter Sunday.
Love Always
Today is known as Maundy Thursday…the Thursday before Easter, observed in the Christian Church as a commemoration of the Last Supper, the last meal Jesus shared with his disciples before his death.
Maundy also means “commandment”, and at that last meal, “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.” John 13:34
And that is what Jesus was/is all about…Love…not only in this Holy week but always.
What To Do With Jesus
In Christianity the week leading up to Easter Sunday is Holy Week, beginning with Palm Sunday which was last Sunday.
On that day, Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey to shouts of acclamation from adoring crowds. However, there was also a crowd who hated Jesus and whose leader had him arrested to stand before Pontius Pilate, a Roman governor under the emperor of Tiberius in the 1st century.
Pilate could find no wrong in the man sent to him to be crucified, and didn’t know what to do with him. But to save his own position, he caved in to the demands of the angry mob and ordered his crucifixion, a horrible death, the capital punishment of the day.
In his sermon on Palm Sunday, our Pastor made a profound statement…”you and I need to decide what we are going to do with Jesus.”
It’s a decision we all have to make sooner or later…no escaping it. I know what I have done with Him. How about you?
Faith Seeds
When we are given the gift of faith, it is as small as a mustard seed. We are to nurture it until it grows into a tree that the birds of the air can nest in. Happy Sunday.
Billing and Cooing
This colorful duo caught my eye yesterday. It is so nice to see their affection for each other. If they were my pets I would name them Bill and Coo. What would you name them? Happy Saturday.
My Precious Life 