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That’s My King
Happy Easter
So the LORD God said to the serpent [in the Garden of Eden], “Because you have done this, “Cursed are you above all the livestock and all the wild animals! And I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; he will crush your head, and you will strike his heel.”
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Then God said to Abraham, “Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering.”
Isaac spoke up and said to his father Abraham, “Father?” “Yes, my son?” Abraham replied. “The fire and wood are here,” Isaac said, “but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?” Abraham answered, “God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son.”
He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood. Then he reached out his hand and took the knife to slay his son.
But the angel of the LORD called out to him from heaven, “Abraham! Abraham!” “Here I am,” he replied. “Do not lay a hand on the boy.”
Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son.
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Now the LORD had said to Moses, “I will bring one more plague on Pharaoh and on Egypt. After that, he will let you go from here.
“They are to take some of the blood [of the lamb without blemish or defect] and put it on the sides and tops of the doorframes.
“On that same night I will pass through Egypt and strike down every firstborn–both men and animals–and I will bring judgment on all the gods of Egypt. I am the LORD.
“The blood will be a sign for you on the houses where you are; and when I see the blood, I will pass over you.”
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Jesus said, “Passover is two days away–and the Son of Man will be handed over to be crucified.”
Then he took the cup, gave thanks and offered it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.”
On the first day of the week, they went to the tomb. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them.
“Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen!”
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For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your forefathers, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect.
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He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.
He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!”
“Behold, I am coming soon! Blessed is he who keeps the words of the prophecy in this book.”
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For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
Genesis 3:14a-15, 22:2a,7-8a,9b-10,11-12a, 13, Exodus 11:1,12:7a,12-13a, Matthew 26:2,27-28, Luke 24:1b-4,5b-6a, 1 Peter 18-19, Revelation 21:4-5a, 22:7, John 3:16
In this blue…
In this blue, slate blue, I lay me down my heart. Lost and bewildered am I in this beautiful hue. Here, in this blue, is where I find myself, because I find you.
Encompassing siren blacks lay fields of blue, the blue that even now overruns my defenses, and long ago conquered my heart.
Black rims encircle, and frame these eyes, and invite a warm and cozy embrace, and I have long accepted.
In this blue, is where I rest, though bewildered, even broken now. Hopes and dreams lay here, only whispered now. So I whisper still, in every way I can imagine, I whisper to you, to look into my eyes, to see your hopes and dreams too.
Sanctus Valentinus
Oh, Saint, can you hear my voice from ages past?
I hope against hope because your voice seems to be the last.
Oh, Saint, may I ask a question?
Will you proffer a suggestion?
Oh, Saint, to your name, thereof,
My question is this, what is love?
Oh, Saint, what is love?
They ask it, continually, both from down below and from up above.
Oh, Saint, this is what you were known for.
That je ne sais quoi d’amour.
Oh, Saint, did you show in fiery flames of passion?
Or walk about court to the latest fashion?
Oh, Saint, did you caress with fingers tender?
Or lightly kiss her form so slender?
Oh, Saint, was your game one of gifts?
Or was your talent healing rifts?
Oh, Saint, were miracles your fame?
Or were good deeds the duty of your name?
Oh, Saint, not in these, not in these?
Oh, Valentinus, not in these, not in these.
Oh, Valentinus, you married Christians in defiance,
and aided and abetted, risking your alliance.
Oh, Valentinus, you wouldn’t let it rest,
so the judge put you to the test.
Oh, Valentinus, your restored a little girl’s sight,
and for many more won their freedom from the night.
Oh, Valentinus, that wasn’t enough,
and you continued the way through smooth and rough.
Oh, Valentinus, you met your end,
and they took your head when you wouldn’t bend.
Oh, Valentinus, not even in these, not even in these?
Oh, Saint, not even in these, not even in these.
Oh, Saint, I see the needle thread.
It joins all these in woven spread.
Oh, Saint, you risked of your will,
to do love, to act love, that was your skill.
Oh, Saint, why would you do such a thing?
Why such pain and grief to bring?
Oh, Saint, you shame me with your light,
how am I to live so bright?
Oh, Saint, but I do see, I do see the needle thread.
In order for me to live that bright, He went through a horrible dread.
Oh, Saint, your faith was key!
It was the thing, it was Jesus’ victory!
Oh, Saint, what then is love…
I see now, I see now…
Oh, Saint, what then is love?
What then is love but a willed sacrifice, and its source from above!
Oh, Saint, can you hear my voice from ages past?
No matter. I hear your voice, His voice, here, at the last.
The Idealist
Aaron Swartz wanted to save the world. Why couldn’t he save himself? -Slate
On Jan. 4, 2013, Aaron Swartz woke up in an excellent mood. “He turned to me,” recalls his girlfriend Taren Stinebrickner-Kauffman, “and said, apropos of nothing, ‘This is going to be a great year.’ ”
On the morning of Jan. 11, one week after he’d insisted it would be a great year, Swartz woke up despondent—lower than Stinebrickner-Kauffman had ever seen him. “I tried everything to get him up,” she says.
That afternoon, Peters started reading through some of the evidence that the prosecution had handed over in late December. As he read, he became more and more excited about Swartz’s chances at the Jan. 25 suppression hearing. “If we had won that motion and suppressed the fruits of their search, they wouldn’t have had a lot of the evidence they had planned to use at trial,” he says. “I ran down the hall, saying ‘Look at this! Look at all this!’ ”
Peters put the new evidence in his briefcase and got in his car. As he drove, he got a call from Bob Swartz. Aaron had committed suicide.
Aaron Swartz sounds like a very blessed, talented, and gifted individual. This idealist story comes up all to often in my experience, however. I can’t help looking at each case and saying, come on, guys, we’re missing something here…
Below is a small comment I made as I shared this same article on my Facebook account,
I’m always fascinated by idealists with tragic endings, especially those in my field. I can’t help connecting the dots every time I read something like this. What’s missing, in these ‘fix the world’ stories, is the understanding of a foundation on which each person is personally convinced of its precepts and so go about revisiting and perhaps changing every other area of their life. This truly starts the process to ‘fix the world.’ That foundation is the knowledge of our brokenness, the need of redemption, and our unworthiness before such a redeemer. Jesus was unique in history for showing us our sickness, and showing us the cure. Jesus Christ died and rose again in our place 2000 years ago and has been fixing the world ever since. Put this cornerstone in its place and watch everything else fall into place.
New Year’s Day 2013
Happy new years!
New Year’s Eve 2012
Praise the LORD!
Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good;
his love endures forever!
Psalms 106:1
Thank you, Lord, for this past year. I am amazed at Your goodness, your will for me, your blessings to me and opportunities to serve you.
You know I haven’t had the best of days
But I want to stop and thank you anywayCuz every single moment whether sleeping or awake
Is your creation
And what you’ve made is good
I don’t always thank you for the rough days and
The hard times in my life
Even though I should
It’s odd to come to this point in the year and be thinking about O.C. Supertone’s Jury Duty but that’s how I feel about this year, particularly the lyrics referring to being thankful for the “rough days and hard times.” Oddly enough, these feelings aren’t about screw ups, or what we often think of as punishment or God’s discipline, but instead it had to do with positive decisions on my part that are causing anguish for a time with the hope of long term reward. I did this knowingly, but it’s one thing to understand a thing in the mind, it’s another to execute and endure that thing in the flesh over a period of time.
I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living! Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the LORD!
Psalms 27:13-14
I will wait and trust in the Lord for his good plans because I know what He has planned for me exceeds my vain dreams and fantasies. I know this first hand.
One thing I have found invaluable this year is reading the scriptures. For the latter half of 2012 I started posting certain verses from my daily reading of the bible to Facebook. The reason I do this is because (1) I know God’s Word is living and active, and (2) I have always had difficulty describing just how brilliant the bible really is. So I decided to let God’s Word speak for itself since God has said it will not return empty. I truly believe the Holy Spirit is working in the hearts of those who hear the Word and there will be results – I don’t have to dress up God’s Word.
Once again I think I’ll close with the words to Blessed Be Your Name as a reminder to myself to give thanks in all things,
Blessed Be Your Name
In the land that is plentiful
Where Your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be Your nameBlessed Be Your name
When I’m found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed Be Your nameBlessed be Your name
When the sun’s shining down on me
When the world’s ‘all as it should be’
Blessed be Your nameBlessed be Your name
On the road marked with suffering
Though there’s pain in the offering
Blessed be Your nameYou give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, blessed be Your name
Selah.
Merry Christmas!
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
There was a man sent from God whose name was John. He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all might believe. He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light.
The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.
The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
Nim’s Vintersaga (Nim’s Winter Tale)
Lower the lights this Christmas Eve, sit back, relax, and immerse yourself in the magical world of Nim in his Winter Tale, Ola Schubert’s loving creation, complemented by an equally mesmerizing soundtrack.