God has not Forgotten You

 

Yoram opened the door and found his young son studying the Jewish scriptures, the Tanakh, and the Christian New Testament. His heart was bruised by it and he demanded an explanation.

"I have found something, Father," the boy said respectfully.

"What did you find?"

He steadied himself and said clearly, "Father, He is the Messiah. He is the one sent to our people. We are His people. He is one of us."

Is. The word stung Yoram. Did his son now believe this man had been raised from the dead?

"I do," he said.

Yoram's mind filled with all he had been taught about why Jesus is not the Messiah. Words, diagrams, books and archaeology. He was furious and in mourning and afraid for his child. He reached out his hand for the New Testament. He meant to destroy it. 

His son gently closed the book and simply handed it to him.

He said, "It's yours, Father."

Yoram's heart changed as he took hold of it. Now all he wanted was to read it for himself.

“In your Law it is written that the testimony of two people is true. I am the one who bears witness about myself, and the Father who sent me bears witness about me.”

John 8:17-18

 

Pay attention to the problems that make themselves yours.

Jordan Peterson

 

He is risen.

He is risen indeed.

And my soul sings!

To All Who Celebrate (and those who don't!)

 

Happy Passover!

Wind

 

The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit. John 3:8

 

Jettison fear

and 

look up

Offend us, Please

 

Deep in her heart she was a punk rock girl. She would grow to be wise and calm. Her eyes would soften. Her voice would become serene. But now, in this moment, she was wild and unlearned and in desperate need of a protector. One had come to her just that morning. He sat with her now, invisible to the other punks, but stronger and braver than any she'd ever known. He whispered in her ear, "Say."

The new professor entered the class with assumed bravado. He had been told they were eager to learn, but was astonished by the welcome they gave him.

"Offend us, please, we have much to learn." 

It was their customary greeting for those who would teach them.

He smiled deeply. In all his days he had not seen humility like this in a classroom, certainly not among the young. How had they come upon it? It was a miracle, like everything else.

He began his lecture. He said man reaches to God with 10,000 religions. He knew much. Thought much. Taught much. Man reaches to God.

"But God reaches to man," said the punk rock girl in the front row. 

"What do you mean?" He asked back.

She said, "You know, Jesus, the Son of God. The Savior of the Jews. God sent Him."

"Oh," he had heard of that one. 

He smiled a bit, but then he wept. Not because she was wrong, or right. He wept because he hadn't thought of it that way before. 

"In the game of life, survival is only part of the battle." 

Gad Saad