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HALLELU-YAH

It has been a busy blessed 7 days, yet the days of destruction are still not done. Eleven trees down and one half-way down. Several piles of chipping remain. Massive logs wait for the skid loader to pick them up once again and load them on a trailer to their last destination.

Usually when my life path journeys through a week like this, I just catch a deep breath, put my head down and barrel through it. During my school years, the weeks I graded autobiographies used to be like this. Lots of prayer. Lots of work. Lots of joy in the accomplishment.
Where each day felt like a basket of blessings, and I couldn’t wait to open my eyes each morning.

This was somewhat different. I have a very hard time agreeing to cut down trees. The Hubby and I have been arguing over which ones since we moved here. Trees stir my soul with their strength, their depth in seeking nourishment, their stretching towards the Father in praise, and their prominent place in His-story.

“The LORD God made all sorts of trees grow up from the ground—trees that were beautiful and that produced delicious fruit. In the middle of the garden he placed the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.”~Gen 2:9

So – as much as I know it had to be done because some were sick and others too close to the house – cutting down trees was the hardest part of this past week. I comforted myself by thinking about the new trees I will be able to plant once we are able to walk the ground and see the light patterns.

Today was the first day I have actually walked the land sans trees. It is still rough with stumps waiting to be ground – the Hubby has a bit of work ahead of him in the next few days. I moved some stones, picked up some left over brush and added more piles for the chipper. If we get a place with enough sun, maybe I can add a fruit tree or two. We probably won’t be here long enough to see the beauty of the trees filling out and becoming all that they can be, but it is something I have always done.

Cut a tree. Plant a tree.

The Grands said they would help me this summer, so that is another thing to look forward to doing. 12 trees to plant. A couple Rosebuds. Another magnolia. A couple of NC pines. A buckeye as a tribute to home. Maybe a pecan…hmmm…never had a pecan tree – now that might be fun.

Just before the destruction days started, I found a black walnut lying right in front of me with no walnut tree in sight. I laughed. You see, when i was growing up in Blacktown, one of my jobs was to put on gloves and collect all the walnuts that fell in the yard. I would carry them to the driveway where the car would roll over them – smashing the hull enough that the fruit could be harvested without staining the fingers. Then in the winter, Grandma Mac would then make all sorts of tasty treats.

Mom and dad are not any more subtle than our Triune Father these days, so still laughing I picked it up and immediately planted it where I knew it would flourish – beside our massive rock that I will paint this summer with our land’s covenant name and the bible verse we always use.

As much as I hate cutting trees, I know what I know what I know. God’s hand has been guiding this. A black walnut – dried and ready to plant. 12 trees that needed to be cut. 12 trees that need to be planted. A garden to tend. A God wink from the parents. And two happy puppies rolling in the messy red dirt – and leaves – and digging for grubs.

Today as I walked the land, geese flew overhead towards the north. A chicken hawk’s cries echoed between the remaining trees. And I watched the tinier birds return to the feeders that have been disturbed for the past few days.

In Hebrew, the word for praise is Hallelu. Yah is the word for God. Today was definitely a day for Hallelu-Yah.

“May the glory of the Lord endure forever.
May the Lord find joy in what he has made…
He looks at the earth, and it trembles.
He touches the mountains, and they smoke.
I will sing to the Lord throughout my life.
I will make music to praise my God as long as I live.
May my thoughts be pleasing to Him.
I will find joy in the Lord.
May sinners vanish from the world.
May there no longer be any wicked people.
Praise the Lord, my soul!
Hallelujah!”~Ps 104:31-35

BIG TREES

So – the day went like this. I ran away to avoid having to see the trees that are right next to the house be cut down because – THEY ARE RIGHT NEXT TO THE HOUSE!!! And guess which ones they DID NOT cut down today??

Ya got it! The trees right next to the house are still right next to the house.

I guess I will have to run away tomorrow as well. But Good Golly Ms Molly – what the tree guys got done in one afternoon is beyond reality – not to mention the pole building crafters. A building that the workers started at 4 and continued working long after I was in jammies and wrapped in my comfy blankie stands partially completed.

What a week. A week full of blessed discoveries, familiar voices and golden memories of yesteryear mixed with new ones in the birthing stage. That deep joy of “knowing” when something is right is always beyond words and fills me with gratitude that wants to sing its way to the Triune Father who tilled the soil in a time beyond time, raised the trees and brought us to such a space in time.

“I am the true grapevine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch of mine that doesn’t produce fruit, and He prunes the branches that do bear fruit so they will produce even more. You have already been pruned and purified by the message I have given you. Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me.”~John 15:1-4

Our neighbor and his daughter came over for a short visit tonight. So while the “men folk” took a walk to take one more look at all the “newness”, the “women folk” enjoyed a cush ball came of questions, answers, and lots of laughter.

Fruit grows in the most unexpected places. Tilling the soil. Scraping a new path in our part of the world. Wondering who else might have stood in this exact same spot long, long ago. Pushing and stretching the confines of our woodsy womb. Feeling Jehovah-Jireh’s smile as the sun sets once again.

“God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the sixth day.”~Gen 1:31

But I am still running away tomorrow. After all – if a tree falls on our house, I still don’t want to be here. I mean – really – those are some big trees.

 

PROMISES REMEMBERED

“The seed breaks to give us the wheat. The soil breaks to give us the crop. The sky breaks to give us the rain. The wheat breaks to give us the bread. And the bread breaks to give us the feast. There was once even an alabaster jar that broke to give Him all the glory…Never be afraid of being a broken thing.”~The Farmer, Ann Voskamp’s husband in The Broken Way, p25

Our families are broken.

Our country is broken.

Our world is broken.

I am broken.

This world and all its people have been broken since two humans stood beneath two trees in a Garden.

One thing I love about being retired is I can be a total learner again. Journals, paper and four books litter the table and floors around my chair in the living room. Two books sit on my desk with stashes of writing in various stages for decoration. Note cards have suddenly returned to my life, Not as something to be graded as when I taught research skills to grumpy junior high students, but note cards full of things that are still roughened gems waiting to be polished by my grasping mind that runs a little slower these days.

“B’RESHEET BARA ELOHIM…”~Gen 1:1

The Jewish words circled back around for the second day in a row in my devotions today. “In the beginning, God created…”

Three simple words. A plural noun. A singular verb. A mystery.calling out. Three words that began the story of a beloved group people – one broken man – one broken family – one broken people traveling in a broken world.

Broken people who walked away from that perfect Garden with a promise – found a path – strayed off the path – over and over – time after time – and yet – – – YHVH, LORD, loves them – calls to them – became them. He was. He is. He will be. Promises of infinite Love and Grace made in the past, remembered in the present, fulfilled in the future.

YHVH. Broken. Mashiach.

As I walked around the house, running the roomba, dusting the bookshelves, the Hebrew words continued to turn in my mind. And and when, after several days of clouds, the sun broke through, I was not surprised. God has been winking at us from the beginning. Trying to catch our attention. Trying to remind us of the very first promise He made. Sending the Annointed One when we needed Him most and is sending Him again when we need Him even more.

Promises made. Promises remembered. Promises fulfilled.

I AM.

More than we can imagine. More dreams. More hope. More treasure. More Love. More blessings. More Grace. More possibilities than could ever be learn in a lifetime. We may be broken now, but not forever.

“For a seed to come fully into its own, it must become wholly undone. The shell must break open, its insides must come out, and everything must change. If you didn’t understand what life looks like, you might mistake it for complete destruction.”~Ann Voskamp, The Broken Way, p.26. [google images]

 

Advent Hope #4: Be Alert

Today I saw a posting on FB from a Dollywood employee in TN. The wildfire had touched the entertainment park, but it was not destroyed it, so they were cleaning up. He described finding a ripped, burned page of a Bible under a bench. The verses of Joel were not all legible, but the ones that were made references to fires and the day of the LORD being at hand.
 
I began to ponder – – – again. Pondering can be a good thing; it can also be a real faith knocker. The pondering, skeptical mind rationalizes this worker. Did he truly “find” it? Is he an internet glory seeker? Even that random thought – what’s on the other side of that page? (If it is like my study bible, there are just notes about Joel and the times in which he lived.)
 
I get frustrated with myself when I let world views intrude on things that I just want to get excited about. However, it was when I was reading Max Lucado’s Because of Christmas devotional guide, that the pondering stopped and faith took over.
 
“Be on guard! Be alert! You do not know when that time will come.”~Mk 13:33
 
Mary was an exceptional person of faith. Scripture tells us that after she got over the idea of standing in the presence of an angel, she accepted the words immediately into her whole self. Her Magnificat when she greets her cousin Elizabeth has always been one of my favorite parts of the Bible.
 
Joseph on the other hand was – perhaps a lot like me – a kind-hearted, person- – – but – – – not so full of faith. He couldn’t just take the word of his espoused wife, but he didn’t want any harm to come to her, so he planned to divorce her quietly (Matt 1:19). So BAM – angel returns – speaks his message, and Joseph and Mary are off to Bethlehem.
 
Which I guess brings me to the whole pondering bit again. Just think how many people didn’t listen to the prophets or the angels or the signs in the heavens? They were reasonable people. Educated people. People who went to Temple and sacrificed regularly. Worked to make their community better. Loved their neighbors as themselves. And really? Talk about the Messiah had been going on since the times of Genesis (3:15). So why here? Why this couple? Why now?
 
Which brings me back to that earlier post that set all this pondering into motion today. Why not here? Why not Issac McCord? Why not now? God has sent messages in many different ways to His people over the centuries. Rabbi Yeshua said, “Be on guard! Be alert!” “…if you have faith as small as a mustard seed…”
 
Believe me, tonight I am praying on building my faith a little more. To be more alert and on guard – to listen with spiritual ears and see with spiritual eyes. We are in the season of celebrating Christ’s first advent into our world – but we are living in the days of his second advent onto Terra – whether it is tomorrow – a week – a month – a year – or decades from now. We merely have to get dressed for the wedding and wait. Geez – faith journeys are really not very easy, but I’m trying in this Advent of Hope. #perhapstomorrow [google images]

BTW – Today’s art work is by an Israeli man, Yoram Raanan, whose art studio was destroyed by one of the wildfires last week in Israel. It seemed appropriate to use it in so many ways.  

Because of Christmas #2: His Face

There is a an rabbinical adage that says that a person should always carry two pieces of paper with them. It should be written on one of them: “You are as dust and ashes.” (Job 30:19). On the other should be written: “For you the universe was created.” (Gen 1).

I’ve been thinking about this saying for a couple of days now. I like the dichotomy between these two perspectives. I like picturing myself with two pieces of paper – one in each hand. My one hand has a red sticky note that says Elohim made us out of some of the smallest ugliest parts under our feet. On my other hand is a blue sticky note that says we are the center of His universe.
I understand the wisdom of this saying. There are times we are really ugly and make awful decisions. However – there are also times when when our decisions help us soar beyond our wildest dreams – as if the universe lay at our feet. If we can keep our two hands within our sight, we will see the whole of who we are instead of being blinded by one hand or the other.
I kept thinking of that Rabbinical saying today as I read chapter 2 in “Because of Bethlehem”. I don’t know when this adage came into Jewish tradition. Perhaps Rabbi Yeshua repeated it to is own disciples – sans the sticky notes of my visualization. What I do know is that in one timeless moment Elohim reached in among the dusty ashes once more and gave shape to His own face, body and being.
“For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the increase of His government and peace
There will be no end,
Upon the throne of David and over His kingdom,
To order it and establish it with judgment and justice
From that time forward, even forever.
The zeal of the Lord of hosts will perform this.”~Is 9:6-7
Max Lucado summed it up pretty well in one sentence: “He took on your face in the hope that you would see His.” (p20). The more I thought about these two things, the more I saw myself – sitting in my childhood church. My hands folded in prayer – sitting between my mother and father. Heads bowed – hands together. The sticky notes of who I am – no longer color separated but white beyond description.
That’s what Grace does when we see who we are through His eyes – His child for whom the universe was created. [google image]
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RATIONS 100 DAYS! #95

The stars are bright tonight, but that is just because the moon isn’t visible yet. Later tonight, I probably won’t be able to see many stars at all. It was that way last night, and as we get closer to Monday, the stars’ brilliance will only fade. A 2nd super moon is on its way.
October had a super moon. December will have another super moon. However – it is November’s super moon that holds a spot in the record books because it will be closer to the earth than normal. In fact, it hasn’t been this close since 1948.
God said.“Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night. And let them be for signs and for seasons, and for days and years…”~Gen 1:14 Rabbi Yeshua repeated, “And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars…’~Lk 21:25
I get excited about such simple things. A huge moon above me. A drop of rain on the dogs’ coats. Tiny pink roses beside me as I type. Three bushes that I plopped in the ground today. They are the signs that Our Father’s love in everything He created. They are also a sign that something special just might lie ahead.
A star that shone 2000+ years ago was a sign. Many of us grew up with that little bit of history and never questioned it, but in reality, that star was noticed only by a few. It is hindsight that makes it so easy for us to see and accept.
I wonder if the people in Israel and the world noticed that super bright star? I’m sure they were busy with concerns of life, family, love, fear, war, occupation, the impoverished, the down trodden, the human slave trafficking, a ruler they don’t like- just like we are today. Did they shrug it off – justify it in their minds someway or another?
I guess it boils down to this, I I just don’t want to be like most of those people in Israel and the world who missed the sign that the Messiah had come to earth. I want to be the goose who lined the manger who her downy feathers – the shepherds who heard angels and didn’t run the other way – the wisemen who followed a star into the unknown in search of a king they did not know and to a country where they were strangers.
I want to be that person.
1942 Daily Ration: ” ‘I know thy works, that thou are neither cold nor hot; I would thou wert cold or hot.’~Rev 3:15
“To much of our Christian living can be summed up by stating the things we do not do. We don’t kill, lie, steal or commit a thousand other heinous crimes. With Marguerite Wilkinson we must describe our lives by saying:
‘“I never cut my neighbor’s throat;
My neighbor’s gold I never stole;
I never spoiled his house and land;
But God have mercy on my soul!
 
‘For I am haunted night and day
By all the deeds I have not done;
O unattempted loveliness!
O costly valor never won!
“All the deeds I have not done”– – -will that be our burden at the close of day? God grant that positive, forward-looking love may control us today, and that active, costly service may mask our living.
“Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man would come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and lollow me.’~Matt 16:24
“Read: John 12:1-8
“Prayer: We have not served Thee as we ought,
Alas, the duties left undone,
The work with little fervor wrought,
The battles lost or scarcely won!
Lord, give the zeal, and give the might,
For Thee to toil, for Thee to fight.”~’We have not known Thee as we ought’ by Thomas Pollack, 1889 [google images]

RATIONS 100 DAYS! #86

6 days left in this election cycle. A week from tonight, the newscasters will all be focused on declaring the projected winner before some voting sites even shut their doors. Candidates will be at party central. The populace will watching the game of the evening or the newest TV hit. And – whomever wins? Life will continue throughout the land.
November 1st is always the day that I try to pull out the the first of the Advent candles. One candle to light the darkness that Halloween always seems to bring into the world. A start to welcome righteousness back to a world that continues to fall further and further away from the path laid out in a perfect Garden.
“Noah was a righteous man, blameless among the people of his time,”~Gen 6:9
“…blameless among the people of his time.” Perfect. Righteous. According to Jewish sages, these are important words that most people just read over without thinking too much about them. I’ve done it many times. However, to the sages, every word is meant to be an important key to some wisdom that El wants us to understand.
The sages believe that one thing these words are to remind us that the times of Noah were completely empty of righteousness – – of any kind. But there stood Noah and his family. Not perfect by any means, but He did remember. He honored the traditions of his fathers and opened his tent to the four corners as he shared is belief in one God.
There are always a few – a remnant who remember. Always a God who continues to point the way and love us regardless. A Son who was completely righteous – in his time – and in ours and loved us beyond comprehension – with grace and mercy. That is what we have to remember – the righteousness that lives within us. The righteousness that has a plan – for us – – for our country – – for our world. We may not like it, but we have faith to lean on in the tough times.
Righteousness that awaits beyond next Tuesday. It will be there to guide and bless our journey forward. It will be there forever. All we have to do is open our tent to the four corners and share our belief in a Father who loved us enough to share His only begotten Son.
One candle in the darkness tonight.
1942 Daily Rations: ” ‘Thou said, ‘Pilate to the chief priests and to the people, I find no fault in this man.’
“Read: Luke 23:1-9
“Pilate’s verdict concerning Christ, ‘I find no fault in this man,’ has been the testimony of mankind throughout the centuries. Consider the moral perfection of the Master. There was no flaw in his character. Although tempted in all points like as we are he was absolutely without sin.
“Consider is emotional perfection. There was no flaw in his attitude toward humanity. he cherished good will toward those who mistreated him. He forgave and prayed for those who crucified him. He hated sin, but he loved sinners and made the supreme sacrifice to redeem them.
“Consider his spiritual perfection. He lived in unbroken communion with God. From the time when as a lad in the Temple he said, ‘Wist ye not that I must be about my Father’s business?’ until he declared from the cross, ‘Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit,’ he wrought in perfect unity and harmony with God.
“Sidney Lanier has given classic expression to this universal sentiment concerning Christ’s perfection:
‘What if or yet what mote what flaw what lapse,- – –
What least defect, or shadow of defect,
What rumor, tattled by an enemy,
Of inference loose, what lack of grace
Even in torture’s grasp,, or sleep’s, or death’s,- – –
Oh, what amiss may I forgive in Thee,
Jesus, good Paragon, thou Crystal Christ?’

“Prayer: Our Father, prompt us to aspire after the highest holiest, and best as exemplified in Christ. We pray in is name. Amen.”  [google images]

RATIONS 100 DAYS! #80

Planted one shrub today. It wasn’t pretty or easy. Red clay and driveway stone are not easy mediums to dig through – especially when one foot keeps shouting at you “Ow, ow, ow, ow…”

Never fear – I persevered. Hubby back filled the patio wall, the plant is now firmly ensconced in Mother earth, and the toe is – once again – happily elevated. There comes a point when a person just has to tell the toe to shut up and “…be happy in their toil- – -“

“Moreover, when God gives someone wealth and possessions, and the ability to enjoy them, to accept their lot and be happy in their toil—this is a gift of God.” — Ecclesiastes 5:19

The fire pit is blazing again tonight and the Indians game is being ignored. Sometimes sports take a backseat in the Stumpman world, and I have a feeling that fire will blaze quite often on our new little patio. As nice as the deck on the front of our house is, the patio is somehow better. Finishing and softening it with plants, water and those little gifts of thanks to the One who created us, will make it even better.

When El planted us in the Garden, He planted within us the desire to plant back. The original Hebrew Gen 2:3 reads differently than our Bible. ““Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it He rested from all the work which God had created for it to continue to make.” Jewish sages believe that it means that He created us to continue to create what He started.

So we continue to toil, laugh and nurse our sore bodies and at the end of the day and say to ourselves, “It is good.”

1942 Daily Rations: “Man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.”~1 Sam 16:7

“Read: 1 John 3:1-6

“By looking on the heart God sees what men do not see. Every man, likewise, sees within himself what no other man can see. For he sees his unpublished self that eludes the public eye. Down under our commonplace, conventional selves, are selves that are not commonplace. There are hidden glories in a man that he has not yet revealed. He walks among men a prince in disguise. He is better than any man knows. This knowledge of what he is and strives to be gives him courage and self-respect and satisfaction. The final basis for self-acceptance is unshaken confidence in one’s own integrity and endeavors.

“Prayer: O Lord, we thank thee for the ideals and purposes that thou has implanted in our hearts and that make us better than we appear to be. Make us loyal to the inner voices, give us the joy of a good conscience and the comfort which belongs to those who have striven to be true. Amen.” [google image]

RATIONS 100 DAYS! #71

Stacked some wood. Moved some more leaves. Made the bed. Broke a toe. Errrr…..

Our kid – the youngest dog – decided the ball was more important than her surrogate mama, and as I was stepping one way, she was running the other. Collision of toe to leg doesn’t always work out well. Cracking sounds to not bode well. Hence one toe is now turning that wonderful purply-pink, double-sized, achy toe. Maybe I’ll be lucky, and it will just be stoved. sigh. At least I know that tonight, I will be tucked into a fresh sheets and a newly made bed. Somehow the world is better when you sleep in a clean bed.

I’m one of those weird people who makes their bed everyday – well – most everyday. It is the first thing I do and answers my first prayer of the day, “Yahweh, …please give me success this day…” Gen 24:12  It also makes me smile.

Daddy is the one who taught me to make a bed – after all – I was sleeping in a USMC bed that he brought home from somewhere. Consequently, the bed had to look like it should. Squared corners. Tucked in cover sheet. One pillow. These days – all that has gone away except for the square corners. How can you make a bed without square corners. I don’t bounce a quarter any more, but I remember when dad used to – just to check it out. That is when he put stars on my ceiling and wrote my initials with the stars.

At night after a book or two, Mom would braid my hair and then Dad would tuck the sheets tightly around my body as he kissed me goodnight. I think I can completely identify how a swaddled new born feels so safe when that blanket is wrapped around them. Life was perfect, so why change perfect? When I crawl into bed, I lift myself enough to trap the covers beneath my body on one side and let Hubby trap me in on the other. Life is still perfect and – except for an achy toe – a successful day comes to a close.

Still praying the American Minute at 6 P.M. Only 21 days until the election. Praying for Israel and the UN decision due this week. “Prayer is the vehicle through which we draw down God’s blessings into the world.”~Rabbi Eckstein

1942 Daily Ration: ” ‘I came that they may have life, and that they may have it abundantly.’ ~John 10:10

Read: Mark 1:16-20

“The Christian religion has in it a means of enrichment of personality that no other religion possesses. For it has Jesus and no one among the multitudes who have lived has done so much to develop the possibilities of men. He put his finger on the best that was in people and brought it to life. In him men have seen what they might become. He has inspired the greatest moral and spiritual efforts that men have ever put forth. The beauty of his life has awakened the loftiest ambitions. He has implanted in man that spirit of sacrifice which enlarges life to its farthest bounds. Those who would bring in the Kingdom of God and be made able to battle for it need a standard. ‘That standard,’ says Mr. Graham Wallas, ‘is the cross of Christ: its legend, ‘Follow me.’

“Prayer: Baptize thy Church afresh in the life-giving spirit of Christ. Put upon her lips the ancient gospel of the Lord. Fill her with Christ’s tenderness for the heavy-laden and Christ’s saving mercy to the poor and needy. Amen.

RATIONS 100 DAYS! #58

Today, I wished my hubby a good new year of life today. In Jewish tradition there is a big difference between ‘Happy New Year’ and a ‘Good New Year’. It is a key to Jewish wisdom.

You see, in the beginning of creation, God didn’t talk about feeling happy at the end of each endeavor. Instead, He looked around at all He had done and saw that …it was good.’ [Gen 1:3,9,12,18,21,25,31] Thus ‘happy’ means getting things to arouse that feeling inside of us. Whereas, ‘good’ is creating something wonderful for others.

Jesus took it a step further. He said, “I go to prepare a place for you.”~Jn 14:2. He understood the concept of creating ‘good’ for others. He did not talk about creating happiness for himself. He endured the cross to prepare a place for you, me, and everyone who will follow Him.

Blessings!Be! and Shanah Tovah! [Good Year]

1942 Daily Ration: “I…have the keys…of death.’~Rev 1:18

“Read: Rev 1:9-18

“Keys are the symbol of authority and power an understanding. To find the key to a problem is to unlock its mysteries. What then is the interpretation of death, for our Scripture says that Christ has the keys of that age-long mystery?

“Death in the New Testament and for the Christian is a comparatively unimportant event. It is regarded as a transition from this life to the life beyond. In that confidence Stonewall Jackson died saying, ‘Let us cross the river and rest under the shade of the trees.’

“But is there anything beyond the sunset of life? The philosopher replies, ‘Man hopes so’; and adds; ‘The God who placed the instinct in birds to fly South in winter created a South to which they may fly. Will not that God who placed the instinct for immortality in man’s breast satisfy that longing?’ The historian says men expect to live beyond this life and points to the pyramids of Egypt as symbols of that faith. Ethics says, ‘Men ought to live again in order that wrongs may be righted.’

“But Christ said: ‘Because I live, ye shall live also.’ ‘I am the resurrection, and the life.’ ‘I go to prepare a place for you.’ ‘If it were not so, I would have told you.’

“A father once spent a night in a house reputed to be haunted to prove to his children that there was nothing to fear. So Jesus entered the domains of death, and returned and showed that there is nothing there to fear, for he has the keys of death.

“Prayer: Roll away the heavy stones of sin and fear, Our Father. May the radiance of the living Christ brighten our pathway each day. Help us to realize that he has the keys of death. Amen.”