Friday, January 7, 2011
hand of the Lord
Thursday, December 30, 2010
drinking from a fire hydrant
truth in a letter
A Letter from Hudson Taylor, born in 1832, a missionary in China. After the death of his 7 year old son, 5 year old daughter, 5 week old newborn and wife, this letter came from his friend McCarthy about holiness.
"The Lord Jesus received his holiness begun, the Lord Jesus cherished his holiness advancing, the Lord Jesus counted upon as never absent would be holiness complete. He is most Holy who has most of Christ within and joys most fully in the finished work of Jesus on the cross. It is defect of faith which clogs the feet and causes many people to fall."
It's Jesus.
"How then to have our faith increased? Only by thinking of all that Jesus is and all he is for us. His life. His death. His work. He himself has revealed to us in the Word to be the subject of our constant thoughts. Not a striving to have faith, but a looking off to the Faithful One. Jesus Christ seems to all that we need. A resting in the Loved one. Jesus Christ entirely for time and eternity."
It is running to Christ.
It is glorying in the Cross.
It is worshipping the Risen and Holy One.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
a 74 degree Christmas
what I have been reflecting on
a White Christmas
The Christmas Party
Dave Barnes "Mary and Joseph"
Long black hair and sugar sweet
Daddy's eyes and Momma's crooked smile
She was barely seventeen
Got a job keepin dishes clean
Planned to stay in this city for awhile
For awhile
Joseph ran a lumber yard
About a mile from olive park
Quiet boy he never had much to say
It was love right from the start
He bought a ring and won Mary's heart
Had hopes for a home and kids someday
Kids someday
The angel scared her half to death
She would've screamed but she lost her breath
On a midnight there in the middle of May
He said "Oh mary don't be afraid
You'll bear a son that the Lord has made
Name him Jesus, He'll light the way."
She packed the clothes, he made the plans
They had to go to Bethlehem
But there was nowhere left to stay
So in a barn she gave birth
To the King of Kings the Lord of Earth
Just a little bitty thing sleeping on the hay
Sleeping on the hay
The story's too long to tell
But he walked on water and lived through hell
Killed on a cross and rose from the grave
We got a King they got a son
Mary and Joseph were the only ones
There on that very first Christmas day
There on that very first Christmas day




