Tuesday, October 29, 2013
The sign of Jesus' cross
Unless I die to me
And He is all you see.
So I must count the cost
And hang with Jesus there.
For which of you, desiring to build a tower,
does not first sit down and count the cost,
whether he has enough to complete it?
(Jesus in Luke 14:28)
Sunday, October 20, 2013
May I love you, Lord, tonight
Though this age swaps dark for light.
Save me from this world's cheap toys
That would kill eternal joys.
Give compassion for the weak,
So with love I'll help them seek
Holiness: a faith that grows
Whatever way the fashion blows.
When men mock your grace, your laws,
When they hate you without cause,
When men persecute your name,
May I praise you just the same.
All that's right begins with you--
Fully holy, just and true,
Full of mercy and with rage
Slaying sin at end of age.
Long before creation's song,
Into future ages long,
Maker, savior of my soul,
You're the treasure. You're the goal.
First, be aware of this: Scoffers will come in the last days to scoff, living according to their own desires... (2 Peter 3:3 HCSB)
Saturday, October 12, 2013
If I'm still wanting sin,
Then I'm still wanting lies.
I've let demons come spin
Their dark web in my eyes.
Lord, give peace. Lord, give light.
Make my wanting all new
As I seek all that's right
And find pleasures in you.
Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. (Romans 5:1-2 ESV)
Thursday, October 10, 2013
image by crilleb50
Monsieur LesTemps sat in his garden guarding his crop of clocks. He'd grown the tall variety this year, and they were taller than usual. The oils had come at just the right time, and they must have needed those nuts and wheels that he'd scattered in the fall. Yes, it was a wonderful crop, but something was wrong. The clocks all seemed to see time differently. Each ran at its own speed. At this rate--no, at these rates--he'd be ruined. He sat in dejection, listening to the tick tickety ticktick tick TICK tock tickety tick of the clocks' competing rhythms. He sat for an hour (or more, depending on which clock he looked at). Would he have to be just a tenant clock-farmer next season? Would he have to go back to working at the umbrella farm? Or at the flower factory? Would he never have enough money to marry Eloise?
My thanks to Magpie Tales for suggesting the image. For other people's thoughts on this same image, click here.
Saturday, October 05, 2013
Wind in the palm trees,
Where have you been?
Out in Australia?
What have you seen?
Crossing the ocean?
Caressing the foam?
Where will you go next?
Where is your home?
Wind in the palm trees,
Blow past again.
Written in Honolulu, September 8, 2013
He lays the beams of his chambers on the waters;
he makes the clouds his chariot; he rides on the wings of the wind... (Psalm 104:3 ESV)