While reading Hebrews 10 this morning I came across the verse that says “but when this priest (Jesus) had offered for all time one sacrifice for sins, he sat down at the right hand of God, and since that time he waits for his enemies to be made his footstool.” Are you and I the ones to be making the enemy (satan) into a footstool for Jesus. In Psalm 110:1 it says “Sit at my right hand until I make your enemies a footstool for your feet.” Is this forth telling of things to come after Jesus defeated the enemy on the cross?
We have been given the authority to tell the enemy to ‘lay off’ in Jesus name and to stop harassing our families and friends and neighbourhoods. We can do the same and at the same time be building a nice comfy footstool for Jesus. I wonder if I could add furniture maker to my resume?
While strolling along Stanley Park seawall 3rd beach, I stopped to look at shells. I thought they looked rather dull. They were brown and white with crustaceans on them. I wasn’t too impressed until I opened the shells. Inside there was a lovely mother of pearl mixed with a beautiful purple hue. I started to open several shells just to see the hidden loveliness. What a contrast from the outside. The shells, I wouldn’t think of saving turned out to be quite attractive.
Women who have outer beauty complain that they are not taken seriously for their intellects. In the story Twelve Years a Slave, a slave, had received many lashes on the orders of the master’s wife. He had been attracted to her beauty and demanded sex on a regular basis. She eventually died from her misery, unable to eat and sleep. Her understanding of eternity gave her the rest she so longed for.
The Bible refers to beauty when God says man looks at the outside, but God looks at the ! heart. 1 Samuel 16:7 How does beauty emanate from the heart? We have all met people who exude love and kindness. They are warm individuals who are wonderful to work with; happy,
positive, energetic, and have a smile that lights up a room.
Where does that inner beauty come from? The Bible speaks about the fruit of the Spirit. Jesus said that he would send the comforter, the Holy Spirit.
The infilling of the Holy Spirit will give inner peace, love, joy, patience, kindness, 1Peter 3:3,4 Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, instead it should be that of the inner self the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight. Now, before we get all in a tizzy about “what, no bling?” It’s all about attitude, humility, and whether we dress to impress or look our best. What is the use of flaunting our wealth in gold, diamonds and pearls. Just wear them and remember that love, a kindly smile, a word in season, a good listening ear is more pleasing to God and more helpful to others. Who wants to age? Not I, but if it’s the quiet spirit that is unfading, then it’s better than concentrating on the potions to lessen the crows feet and laugh lines.
Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
my hope comes from him.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
Gentle Jesus daily offers to go before us. ‘Allow Me’ I hear Him say and all I need to do is step aside to let Him open the door. He knows what comes next. I just need to trust Him and acknowledge Him as the most loving and kind Gentleman on the planet. Then I am able to walk in, knowing He is before me and behind me. He’s got my back and He’s got me.
Different things catch my eye and when I saw this sign, I did a double take. As I walked by, I mused about the local Catholic church, using a map grid, dividing up the neighbourhood and parishioners faithfully walking and praying for protection for their block. I was impressed.
Then on a subsequent walk, I read the sign more closely. According to Wikipedia, Cathodic protection is “a technique used to control the corrosion of a metal surface by making it the cathode of an electrochemical cell.”
Corrosion?…I thought a bit and kept reading….”a simple method of protection connects the metal to be protected to a more easily corroded “sacrificial metal” to act as the anode. The sacrificial metal then corrodes instead of the protected metal.”
Hmm…are we like the metal being connected to and protected by Jesus our “sacrificial metal‘? He offered himself, was ‘corroded’ and died on the cross for our screw ups, instead of us.
I continued reading and learned that cathodic protection is not adequate for long structures like pipelines and “an external DC electrical power source is used to provide sufficient current”. Sounds to me like the Holy Spirit that Jesus said he would leave to comfort us. Did you know too, that cathodic protection can “prevent stress corrosion cracking.” Thank You Lord for your constant love and protection. We do not need to crack or corrode under stress, we just need to trust You.
I like the ‘Delete Forever’ button and thought I would write about how everything we have ever said, done or thought (things we do not want to ever have repeated) have all been ‘deleted forever’ when we have asked God to truly forgive us. So I took a screen shot from my email account.
I then noticed the words ‘You have to Choose to Change’ and the little words, ‘trash and church’. You can see where I am going here. Everything is a choice. Love is a choice. Who wants to be loved by someone who has to love you? Change is a choice. We can choose to stay the same or make changes; both choices. I can choose ‘trash’. I can choose ‘church’. I can choose ‘delete forever’ or keep things in my ‘inbox’ to pull up every now and again and mull over or even open up and send around and probably hurt others.
If things are really ‘trash’ in my life and not helping me become more loving, then I want to ‘delete them forever’and never let them back into my inbox again.
I remember arriving early with my sisters and mother for a cousin’s wedding. While we waited, we looked around, the sun streaming in, brightening the colour of the blonde wood and warming us in the pew. Just ahead of us was a section that had pews facing in a perpendicular direction up near the chancel or stage as we ignorantly called it.
My sisters and I bantered back and forth about the purpose of this section of the church and the suggestion was made that the perpendicular pews were probably for a choir. We wondered if our cousin would have a choir at her wedding. Being the youngest and not the sharpest at keeping up my end of a conversation with intelligent comments, I said… “well, there is either going to be a choir or there isn’t going to be a choir”. Since then this phrase has periodically popped up at family gatherings when the unknown is being faced.
Life is like that….unknown. What lies ahead? The who, what, when, where, and whys of life are not usually known by us until we fall headlong into them. I have finally got the message (well, until the next time) that it is not up to me to know in the first place and it is so much easier, way less stressful and often heaps more fun!
I do not know the outcome, but I know Who to come to.
My cousin didn’t have a choir.