Thursday, November 27, 2008
We played in a field full of trees
Me and my brothers, we were three
The youngest one, on our shoulders we carried
And when we sat, he was on our knee.
But little by little as days went by
He could crawl, was trying to walk
But try all he could, he would fall
And cry aloud, too young to talk.
So I made sure he would never fall
For I carried him always in my hand
And soon I saw others his age
Running and jumping across the sand.
My bigger brother came up to me
He said of things that one cannot learn
Places that one cannot reach
Unless he falls, fails or takes a wrong turn.
So now I stand in the shadow of a tree
Watching and praying, hoping today it would be
Ready to rush, console and wipe away tears
Or to say, "I knew you could walk. See!!"
1Jn 5:16 If anyone sees his brother sin a sin not to death, he shall ask, and He shall give him life for those that do not sin to death. There is a sin to death, I do not say that he shall pray for it.
Joh 6:44 No one can come to Me unless the Father who has sent Me draw him, and I will raise him up at the last day.
I can make giants of windmills
Imagine clouds to be castles
Believe so blindly, imagining
That faith could make it real.
But all I do is fool myself
Believing a lie of my own making.
But I have seen bigger fools than me
Believing what is, to be not
Walking into walls
They diligently believe are not.
I have seen gods being made
Dime a dozen
All shapes and sizes
You pick and choose, you believe!!
I was once such a fool
Didn’t want to take a chance
Took them all in my arms
One of them should work
I told myself
But they were all just concepts
Neatly arranged in my head
A god of convenience
Lifeless and powerless
Just a showpiece
A cultural phrase that I utter!!!
But there is a God in Heaven
Who reveals secrets and makes known all things
He changes the times and the seasons
He removes kings and sets up kings
To the wise, it is He who gives wisdom
Those who have understanding, owe it to Him
He is not a concept that I have imagined
But it is I whom HE has brought into existence.
What then are the sorrows that this world can offer?
Where then is the anxiety of this life?
What fear does death impose on me?
What then will happen of my loved ones?
What surety can I have for my children's character?
O' I have a hundred questions
That I know the practical mind would ask
But in all practicality, all this truly fades away
When I know in assured reality
That the God in Heaven is my Father
Who has explicitly confirmed
The vastness of His love for me
When His only Son He gave for me
That with Him, all things are mine
All things, He would take care;
All I need to do is believe, that He is
O' how wonderful and simple this truth.
Joh 3:16 For God so loved the world that He gave His only-begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.
Joh 1:12 But as many as received Him, He gave to them authority to become the children of God, to those who believe on His name,
Joh 1:13 who were born, not of bloods, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but were born of God.
Heb 11:6 But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.
How easily the legitimate reason comes to us to neglect the gathering of the saints; and on the other extreme, we can get into condemnation when there are legitimate reasons for missing the gathering of saints.
How easily even a legitimate reason can be considered neglect if we have not laid it before the Lord. How often we have a compelling reality that stops us from attending a meeting, just because we did not ask the Lord to intervene.
Why then should I go ...
because the Lord said He would be there
because there is a word that He has given you my sister and brother that is for me,
the one little word that would deliver me?
because there is a word that I have been given for you my brother and sister, and if I give it not and hold back the much needed deliverance, what hope have I?
Haven't I failed HIM so many times?
Haven't I been forgiven much?
Didn't I say I would love Him and serve HIM and HIS!?
Haven't I floundered away so many of my years!?
Will I miss this opportunity too?
Come, I hear the call...
Here I am Lord,
Speak! your servant obeys.
In eternity with the Lord and the saints. Is that truly what I hope for!!!
... every trial ...... for eternity!!
Come let us rehearse ...... :-)
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Truly HE holds everything in HIS mighty hands.
I was thinking of King Baasha. An evil king whose family, God said, will be destroyed and be no more. Yet when he repented in sack and ash cloth, not that there was a complete repentance and forsaking of evil, God decided not to do these things in his life time. Imagine ... God's mercy on such a man ...
Imagine ... how vast and deep is God's mercy.
How much more will He not help us whom He has redeemed by HIS own Son?
Wont He not give us all things?
We need God's grace to see it in this light. Else it will be just another verse that we have become so familiar with.
Yes we need to truly see God as our Father. it is for this that Jesus came, it is for this that He gave His life, so that through the new birth that is in HIM, we can call God our Father and Jesus our elder brother.
But how we loose this in the clutter of our own thoughts.
Like the child who wants his father to teach him how to swim. But he is scared, "what if I get it wrong, what if I slip up? my father may allow me to drown." How absurd and ridiculous we would say ....
God the Father gave HIS only Son to save us from our sins, to make us able to live a life that will bring HIM joy. Won't He with Jesus give us all things ...
... but ... but ... what if I get it wrong or slip up? ....
Father I do not want to slip up or get it wrong. Please help me.
Psa 18:35 You have also given me the shield of Your salvation; and Your right hand has held me up, and Your gentleness has made me great.
Psa 73:23 But I am always with You; You have held me by my right hand.
Psa 94:18 When I said, My foot slips; Your mercy, O Jehovah, held me up.
Yes when He leads me
He leads me by HIS hand,
Not like cattle to be slaughtered
Or as a prey being lured, being hunted,
But as a Father leads His son;
As a Loving Father His son.
He leads me not to the edge of a cliff,
Nor does He lead me to a very deep pit,
He leads me to Himself,
En route maybe a cliff or a pit.
Yes truly He leads me,
Up ahead, I follow the very steps He tread,
To a place to die and be broken,
Yes there is a cross ahead,
But that is not where He leads me,
He leads me to Himself;
Through my own empty tomb
To the resurrection of the dead.
Yes when He leads me on,
By HIS nail pierced hand
Pierced for myself,
He leads me to Himself.