Daily Archives: March 31, 2015

THE WEDDING GIFT

lionAs I was closing the windows tonight,the almost full moon called me outside for a short minute. The air was cooling quickly, and the dogs romped in the yard as if they hadn’t played outside all day. I sometimes wish I had the energy of my pups. They are always up for a game of ball or walk around the neighborhood. Me? I finish painting the bedroom, tutored a few kids at after school and wanted to melt in the hot tub when I got home and then sleep the night away curled into the side of my hubby.

“The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he comes,
leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.” — Song of Solomon 2:8, ESV

In Jewish tradition, the Song of Solomon is read every year at Passover. Tradition says that it was the song they sang as soon as their feet touched dry ground after climbing upon the banks of the Red Sea. For a moment, their passion for G-d was as great as His passion was for them. A passionate love story. The first wedding between G-d and His creation. A love story created out of passion between the Jewish people and G-d. Love that redeemed them out of captivity. Love that brought them to safety. Love that provided for their every need until they remembered how to live as a free people once again.red sea

“Be therefore imitators of God, as beloved children, And walk in love, as also The Messiah has loved us and handed himself over for our persons, the offering and sacrifice to God, for a sweet fragrance.” Ep 5:1-2 ABPE

I totally believe that G-d works through patterns to help us understand Him a little better. It is hard to understand someone that we have lived with for years. I am still beyond my hubby’s understanding, and I know he is way beyond mine, but in our 34th year, we have developed a system which works for us and helps us to make it through another day together. G-d’s system has developed over the years as well. Is it any wonder that Easter and Passover are celebrated at the same time? That Rabbi Yeshua “just happened” to be crucified at this time of year? That once again, G-d renewed His vows with those who love Him at the same time He gave His promise the first time?

It has been a blessed day. I am tired, but a good tired. I pushed my physical body a little more today, so it is a well-earned tired. Had some wonderful FB conversations tonight with a couple of former students. Watched the sun play peek-a-boo through the trees as it set over the nearby lake. Prayed for our world, friends who are in some kind of distress, and prayed for a little more understanding of a Bridegroom who was willing to solemnize His vows with such a sacrifice of His own…while I wonder if I am even capable of that kind of passion. Christ’s passion continues to love beyond the cross and reaches back to offer His hand to His bride.

Did you notice the comparison to Passover again? Christ’s passion redeems us from our captivity to sin. Christ’s passion helps us climb up on the bank of safety to live in His Father’s kingdom. Christ’s passion provides for our every need until we remember how to live as His beloved in freedom once again. Two celebrations. To groups of people. A Bride and a Groom at the heart of each of them. It is no coincidence at all that these festivals fall together. It is a wedding gift, given by a loving Father to the Son and His Bride.

[google images]wedding

THE FOUNTAIN

loudonville fountain“For he makes the wilderness pools of waters and a thirsty land into springs of waters.” Ps 107:35 (ABPE)

Today was truly the Sabbath. Blessings followed blessings followed blessings. The best one was a visit from Mama Mickey. A post from January 2013 resurfaced today. It was a video of my mom that I had posted on her birthday before I retired from teaching. Since I don’t believe in coincidences, I think she was letting me and my daughter know that she loved our “GrandmaMickey Day” with the Grands yesterday. I am doubly sure that she and Dad were laughing as hard as they coudl as they watched the hubby getting “dressed-up” in her old stuff. (What we do for love and our Grands!) The wilderness of my life became lush with a fountain of living water.

If we’re lucky, the “wildness” of this life becomes tolerable as our parents share their waters of their “fountain”. Later, as we journey away from their fountain, we drink from other fountains. Sometimes the water is okay. Sometimes, the water clouds our vision with invisible minerals that we do not percieve. And sometimes…sadly…the water slowly poisons us until the body can not function at all. Parched and dying, the spirit shrivels into the crevices of the physical body waiting for that one drop of “life”.

“Yeshua stood, and he proclaimed and said: “If a man is thirsty, let him come to me and drink.Everyone who trusts in me, just as the scriptures have said, rivers of living water shall flow from within him.” ~Jn 7:37b-38(ABPE)

Holy Week began today. Chruches around the world celebrated the one day when the people crowded around the fountain and reached out their hands toward its water. If the people were anything like we are – some of them actually drank of the water in that fountain. The spirit within revived and flourished with its richness. Others reached for the fountain put didn’t have the courage to drink the water. Instead, they let it dribble through their fingers where it fell upon the earth. Had their spiritual eyes been opened, they might have noticed the blossoms that bloomed in the dust at their feet, but instead they moved on – trampling the tender blossoms beneath their feet. And some, stood at the back of the crowd. Their hands hanging limply at their sides as they scoffed at the others who drank from the fountain.

Holy week is a time to return to the fountain and look deeply into its waters. Sometimes the water is still, quiet and peacerful. Other times, the waters roll and sparkle with bubbly crests of gaiety. Still other times, the waters are troubled and fearfully dark with storms. But – if one is brave enough to push through the crowd, reaching their hand deep into the waters to drink from it, they will find the waters in this fountain are all embued with LOVE….passionate… personal… eternal… living waters.

The fountain is there. The rest is up to you.

(google images of Loudonville, Mohicanville, OH)