"For if a man mints many coins from one mould, they are all alike, but the Holy One, blessed be He, fashioned all men in the mould of the first man, and not one resembles the other..." (Babylonian Talmud: Sanhedrin 38a)
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
In Flanders Fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Today I’m participating in "Monday Manna," hosted by Joanne Sher at An Open Book. Visit her blog for links to more discussion on 1 John 2:15.
Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. 1 John 2:15
I have a bag that I pack for swimming lessons. Since the kids are starving after they get out of the pool, I load one center compartment with drinks and snacks. Another compartment carries my diaper changing kit. The zippered pocket secures items that I don’t want to fall out: wallet, cell phone, swim tickets for lessons. Outside pockets store easy-access items: keys, sunglasses, sunscreen. But other items sink into corners of the bag: toy cars, paper towels, discarded ads from the mailbox, empty snack wrappers.
Sometimes my bag is so full of non-essential items that I barely have room for towels and swimsuits.
If I’m not careful, I’ll fill my heart with the desires of the world: possessions in one pocket, relationships in another, my to-do list stuffed around the outside. Pile in the empty wrappers of chatter and worry and soon I realize that I’m filled with the world--not the Word. I’ve made no room for the love of the Father.
I cleaned out my swim bag and discarded all the garbage. Now it’s packed with our main goal in mind--swimming. First in--towels, clothes, and goggles. They fill the bag, but since I’ve thrown out the garbage, there’s plenty of room left over for the things a mom needs to carry.
When I ask God to clean out my heart and throw out the garbage--the desires of the world--and put Him in first, I find that He fills my heart. But there’s also room for family and fellowship, a purposeful life and peace.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Cheating a bit by posting this on Sunday, but I’ll not have time in the morning. "Monday Manna," is hosted by Joanne Sher at An Open Book. Visit her blog for links to more discussion on Mark 12:17.
Then Jesus said to them, "Give to Caesar what is Caesar's and to God what is God's." And they were amazed at him. Mark 12:17
Chariots of Fire has long been one of my favorite movies. During the 1924 Olympics in Paris, Eric Liddell, the “Flying Scotsman,” withdrew from his best event--the 100 meters. Although the movie portrays his withdrawal in dramatic fashion, the race schedule was actually published months in advance of the Games. Liddell, a devout Christian, refused to race on Sunday and trained instead for the 400 meter event.
As Liddell approached the starting blocks, a man slipped a small piece of paper into his hand. The note contained a passage from 1 Samuel 2:30: “Those who honor me, I will honor.” Clutching the paper in his fist, Liddell won the 400m, shattering the existing world record.
Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. (1 Cor. 9:24)
Eric Liddell brought pride and glory to Scotland--winning their first Olympic gold medal. He steadfastly represented Britain--King and country--running with excellence and bringing home two Olympic medals. But he acknowledged that his speed and ability came from his true King.
“I believe that God made me for a purpose, but He also made me fast. When I run it is in His pleasure."
Eric Liddell raced for Cesar. Eric Liddell ran the good race for God.