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In this beautiful place of worship, the pews are padded but uncomfortable, the sanctuary large, candle lit and cold.
There's a huge glass dome and I can see the stars. Are the stars our fiery heaven??
No, I don't think the stars care about us - they don't burn with affection or passion. And if the stars weren't there we could live with an empty sky.
The Greeks would call our star, the Sun, to perform their acts of God. I imagine most of their prayers went unanswered - not unlike our own??
To me, the whole Jesus story is somewhat sinister and inauspicious, but if Jesus, the son of God, and that whole story were the deepest, truest reality - then why hasn't Jesus returned??
**Imagining heaven's father and son dialog**
God: "Ok, Jesus, time to go back.."
Jesus: "Go back... go back?? Daaaaad... Did you see what they DID to me? Nailed me to a cross! Screw them, there's no way I'm going back. Why don’t you try going back, as an ordinary man - maybe they’ll set you on fire.”
These 20 millennium old bible stories aren't exactly Euclid's logical system.... I mean, the various books aren't even *consistent*. Are these really, I mean really our beliefs? Or are they just kind of *traditions* and good rules to live by?
My parents - unlikely pilgrims of the intoxicating poetry of belief - face front and appear to be listening... in all other things they're so *skeptical* - it's a puzzle.
If Jesus did come back, wouldn't he practically be a caveman surrounded by bewildering technology?
I'm sorry, there's something too rich in creation for these rehearsed responses and fairy-tale fragments from a primitive world to be the answer.
Now I'm not saying there is no God or no life after death.. I.. just..
*hopeless shrug*
So, anyway - I go through the motions, I chant the litanies with the enthusiasm of obedience; just storing up my spiritual loot and hiding my questioning, heathen heart.
Happy Easter Everyone!
Confessions of sins are good for my soul.
Why! Oh Why should I bare upon my shoulders
the burdens of all of my habitual sins?
When it is plain to even prodigal daughters such as me.
Jesus Christ paid the ultimate price on Mount Calvary.
By his strips, I have been healed.
By the precious shed blood of Jesus,
Christ the Lamb of God,
my sins have been washed away.
I have been made as pure as freshly fallen white snow.
For if I ever had to bare the burdens of my
own sins. I would have never know
complete pardon. I would be
forever separated from heaven's portals.
Upon the demise of this mere mortal.
Why should I willfully continue going me own way?
Why should I follow the broad pathways
leading to destruction.
Instead of following the narrow pathway
leading to eternal life.
Looking neither to the left side,
nor glancing towards the right.
I am standing on the promises of God, my Savior.
I am claiming his blood sacrifice,
and inheriting his free gift of eternal life.
Because the Son of God has set my
spirit and soul free, I have
become freeborn indeed.
Confessions of my sins is good for my immortal soul.
Someday I shall walk on streets of purest gold,
and gathering by the crystal sea,
around the throne of God Almighty.
It is my ultimate destiny.
And all of those whosoever will,
put their trust in the Son of Man.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
October 21, 2016
Angels clustered Heavenly sky
To tell the world Jesus was nigh
They heard, in a stable forlorn
Baby Jesus was being born.
The Son of God, His Holy gift
A new born King to us He gives
And Joseph his sweet child he kissed
His every prayer had been granted.
Mary laid Jesus on the hay
On that unique first Christmas Day
Then knelt in thanks to God the Lord
And promised to care for her ward.
Bitter hearts that cannot find rest
Souls that could not ever be blessed
May glory and God's love run through
God's will be done on earth to you.
Never forsake the dear Lord's name
For that would only produce shame
You certainly wouldn't wish to find
What was coming up from behind.
To feel the love, to feel the touch
Have faith in the heavenly crutch
It's a celebration of joy
Birth of a Holy baby boy.
Alleluia!
You made us out of your own image,
with love and life a gift you gave.
You gave us a paradise to live in.
An eternal living, a promise of forever.
You have saved a thousand rooms in heaven.
A place for one hundred forty four thousands,
from the twelve tribes of Israel.
Out of million in your angels,
One has envied with your sovereignty.
He attempted to steal your majesty,
Spread the chaos down the earth.
This angel given a power and mind,
Provoked Eve to eat the fruit of life.
Lead the mankind to a sinful reward,
Lost the paradise,even the eternal life.
For You have loved the world,
A son you sent as a redeemer.
Brought the nation a good message from heaven.
With his flesh and blood our sin has forgiven.
In a book of Revelation you have revealed.
A new hope to behold,
A new scroll to open.
Demons will be delivered beneath the earth,
Justice and peace will soon prevail,
With the Son of God this world be lead.
Eternal life in paradise we will achieve.
The whole nation will stand and give Him praise,
Singing Hallelujah,
Praise Jah,the sovereign God of the universe!
There are times when I barely survive
The moments of melancholy and pain
Moments when I just have to cry out
With fears that make me feel beaten
Moments when I don’t know what to say
There are only heartbroken tears flowing
All I can do when I find myself feeling this way
Is reach out to the all knowing Son of God
When I listen for His instruction to find comfort
In the knowledge that He is with me, there in my heart
Carrying me through the very best and very worst
A Savior so true that I never need to doubt
I find that harmony becomes a true friend to me
There are times when pride seems to say to me
Lift up your head and take what you’ve won
Believe in yourself for you have all you need
There isn’t anything you can’t do if you agree
That the truth can be found in your own mind
Where knowledge has grown since you were young
All I know to do when I sense this pride welling up
Within my being, where there are so many sins,
I ask God to help me to know just what to do
To overcome this enemy of all He longs to do
Inside of me, where His voice sings of truth
Where honoring Him, is the answer to all I hope
Living with humility, the good Shepherd’s gift to me
There are times when I don’t feel so generous
I only think of myself and what I need to feel better
It is during those moments when I measure my success
By the lies spoken by my enemy, the one who I despise
And, with time, God takes me through the worst
To delight me with a answer to all that I must yearn for
The helpfulness that beckons me to give of myself.
Through it all, the good, the bad, the best
I find purpose in harmony, humility and helpfulness
These three remind me that I am God’s child
Someone who lives to be used by His hand
To be a blessing to whoever I possibly can
These three, harmony, humility and helpfulness
Are gifts to me, sent from God’s Holy Spirit
~In His Image~
(Acrostic)
In his own image He’s created us all
New things are all possible in His name
He’s our Father. He watches from Heaven
Indeed He deserves all the love and Glory
Son of God, Jesus Christ is our King n' Savior
Infinite love He pours us all. He surely
Moves my spirits with all His Divine Love
Angels worship and serve Him constantly
God our Father is full of love and mercy
Enjoy forever each, and all His blessings.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
April.25.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
Tree is down,
Ornaments, lights, star all tucked away tightly in its box until next December, Xmas has been taken down.
Stores have begun their clearance sales, returns of gifts unwanted gifts from loved ones. Gifts perhaps not from thy heart, wrong size, color, ungrateful hearts?
Trees taken down in church, once lit up in the darkness while singing silent night, hours spent decorating while the beautiful spirit of our soon to be birth of a baby with whom would dwell upon us wherever we go..
Xmas season is packed away, stores have moved on, question for us is, where is Xmas in our hearts as ordinary time is upon us.
“Silent Night, Holy Night, Son Of God, Loves pure light, Jesus Lord of Thy Birth, “Come Oh Emmanuel” God is with us”.
Christ the Savior is born” He an innocent baby born of thy flesh, born of Thy Blessed Virgin Mother Mary born in a manger. Wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Xmas season for me has only just begun, fir the true reason fur thy season cannot be put away in any box, a true living breathing baby born fir me and you to teach us, love us, be admits us each and every day of our lives…
His warmth of a smile, tender and mild, Our Savior Baby Jesus; Son of God, Jesus Lord at thy Birth, I love you with every breath I breathe, just as I loved my son and daughter the moment I gave birth to them, as Mary held her son, so I held my son and daughter ..
Christmas is always with each of us in he birth of our Savior Jesus..
All is calm, all is bright..how we accept HIM is in our hearts..
They say the One who loves me most
Is nothing but a hoax
They say the God who gave me breath
Is just a wise old anecdote
They say I lack accountability
And self-esteem, and truth
But I know the wretched man I am
I need no further proof
Yet who are they to say
Christ’s loving hands weren’t pierced for me?
Can they take back the alabaster
That anointed Him to bleed?
Can they not see I am indebted?
For I was never worth the cost
I might as well have been the Roman
Who nailed Him to the cross
He could have left me as a wicked man
To die and then be gone
But by His blood and sacrifice
I became a son of God
1 John 3 New (NKJV): 3 "Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God!..."
Was not the trip to Calvary enough for you
All the mocking and insults and all that scorn
Just the stripping and all that humiliation alone
Is not that enough for you
What about all 39 of those lashes
Each ripping into the flesh and muscle
One after another after another after another
Wouldn't even one suffice for you
And that heavy cross He was forced to carry
So beaten, tired and thirty Jesus fell three times
Spit upon, laughed at, cursed and jeered
Wouldn't that be enough for anyone
But then his hands and feet being pierced
That crown of thorns upon His Head
And that sword that finally pierced His Side
Who wouldn't say that that is enough for me
The head centurian overseeing Jesus's death
Well, It was enough for him
Saying, surely this was the Son of God
Is not it all enough for you
Dying He destroyed our Death
Rising He restored our life
Lord Jesus coming Glory
1 Corinthians 15:3
For I delivered to you as of first importance
what I also received, that Christ died for
our sins according to the Scriptures,
Once upon a time in Persia there was a monk,
in the monasteries of Euprepius eloquent.
To become Bishop of Constantinople in 428,
extirpating heretics of every sort - to abate.
Nestorius considered that Christ as a mere man,
denying his divinity as much as he can.
By St. Cyril, bishop of Alexandria interventions,
setting motions to Nestorius poor intentions.
Condemned by the church as heresy to Christ,
the full humanity of the body and his divine Geist.
Divide him into two persons, the one human,
and the other utterly in divine God’s son.
From orthodox point of view, incarnation is denied,
rather a God inspired man than a God made man beside.
Nestorianism becomes the victim of own intolerance,
teaching prosodic union like a painter with his brush reference.
So that the Son of God is human self manifestation,
by human power as a single object of presentation.
The Roman Empire crushed those beliefs and its frontiers,
even that religion was not the enemy of Roman war gears.
Theologian’s still pursue through preaching done,
still after declared heretical in 431.
Dissociate identity disorder by common sense,
multiple emotions in creative force in hence.
Consciousness in a single multidimensional self,
God’s individuality in all natures’ wisdom, and in thyself.