Who could have ever imagined the depths He would descend? From His Father's home, Father's throne, angels' gaze, heaven's dome, down, down, to the nether regions, home of men and Legions. Humble, He, to shame the mighty; meek at heart, not sightly. Further still now descends He down, bearing cross, wearing crown. Up He gets
I was recently made aware of the passing of a former schoolmate from Junior High. We attended the same grade and had some common friends, but we were not personally close.
Oh Lord come quickly! Oh time draw near! We bear our cross through trials severe.
Ireland~800 AD The rich, melodious voices rose up together in unison. The high vaulted stone walls echoed and rebounded the graceful song. In the church, hundreds of candles lighted the vaulted chamber giving it a holy, almost ethereal beauty. One by one, the hooded monks walked slowly into the chapel, their chant filling the air.
The joy of delighting in God while the Spirit illumines Scripture:
ENDURANCE OF THE SAINTS: We must and will finish the race, upheld by a preserving grace.
As when God spoke, worlds appeared, He speaks, behold, new creatures!
(Written on a mangy piece of paper that on the flipside contained this alliteration, "The Preeminent Prince of Peace powerfully pursues His people providentially producing proper positional predestined pleasantness." Circa 2013) Lay down the ancient foundation, Jesus Christ the Elect. That precious Stone. Behold His glory! Rejected by the builders, laid bare, scorned, crushed. They
The flesh just won't go away; it feels so close when at bay. With a bubble and pop my flesh just hiccups and my heart guiltily throbs away.
Has the hour passed by unyielding, when you could have closed with Christ?