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GRATITUDE ATTITUDE 2017 #3

This day just did not go anything like I wanted it to go. Went here – went there – turned around and went in circles round and round and round. I’ve already decided that tomorrow I am just staying home. Napping is on the agenda. Watching Hallmark movies until my eyes cross. Holding Koay so she won’t run. Curling into myself and just holding on to this little bit of heaven on earth and above all – being thankful for swings.

“Give thanks in everything, for this is the will of God in Yeshua The Messiah among you.”~1 Thes 5:18

Growing older has its advantages. Gathered wisdom starts to assert itself, and you realize that ranting and raving over anything really isn’t beneficial to anyone – especially yourself. So late this afternoon when I got home from this absurdly frustrating day, I let our gimpy Koay, her bouncing sister Ryndi, and playful urchin kitty, Shadow accompany me outside while I sat on our swing.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Something about a swing rocks my world. Seriously – no pun intended. Maybe it is the return to the rhythm of my mother holding me long ago – or the way I rocked my own children. Swaying with them in my arms while I talked with friends. The swings on a playground or in a park. The WWII Marine hammock under my Thinking Tree. The rope swing my daddy hung in the walnut tree in our front yard. Whatever the physical reference, it is the spiritual “rock” to which I cling.

“And the peace of The Messiah will govern your hearts, to which you are called in one body; and give thanks to The Messiah.”~Col 3:15

Close my eyes. Breathe in the quiet of the neighborhood. Until the music returns within me, and I began to sing. The old hymns surface “Come Ye Thankful People, Come” “Holy, Holy, Holy”, “Jesus Loves the Little Children”.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Thankful today for all the swings in my life – my little bit of heaven on earth.

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JUST SPECIAL

Somedays are just special.

That’s it. Not anything miraculous. Not anything to stop traffic. Not anything that anyone would notice. It just is.

Maybe it is the way it started – before I even rolled out of bed. Lazy. Slow. Cat-stretches. Prayerful praises that turn into dream-remembering. The sound of the shofar. The words of Abraham’s servant circling in amongst it all,  “Lord…make me successful today…”~Gen 24:12a

Jewish tradition says that during the times of Noach (Noah), it would only rain once every 40 years or so. Life was perfect. Never too hot. Never too cold. Comfortable. Restful. Did you know that Noah’s name in Hebrew means rest, comfort?

Anyway, it was always comfortable because the seasons never changed. In fact, it was so perfect that humans had no reason to reach out to their Father. They didn’t need anything. They were comfortable. So they thought they could do anything by themselves. Sound familiar?

That has been rolling around in my mind for a while. How many times – when things were going well in my life – did I just ignore spending time in the WORD – ignored my prayer closet – ignored seeking His face? Way more than I care to remember, and like the people in Noah’s time – in all times – I, too, drifted further from My Father.

“As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.”~Gen 8:22

Christian tradition has us look at this Bible verse as meaning that God would never destroy the earth by water again. Jewish sages believe that it is YHWH reaffirming that He needed to change things up a little by adding different seasons to the world. Hot. Cold. Storms. Drought.

A little discomfort. A little less restful. A little reminder, that prayer reunites the Creator with those He loves and allows Him to always give back more than anyone could ever request. A time to remind His Beloved just how much He loves them.

“And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people.”~Ep 6;18

A special day to wake up from a dream with four shofar notes echoing. A special day to wake up with a praise hymn on my lips. A special day to get a picture from the Grandson that made me cry because he said he drew it just for me. Not anything miraculous. Not anything out of the ordinary. Just special with angels singing in the heavens. Just special with a “little Jesus” smiling in the heavens with them. Just special with the Cross of Salvation in the middle of a family filled with love.  

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APOSTASIA

Sometimes you just have to find light in the darkness. Darkness that continues despite the sun’s warmth. Despite the brightness of the blue sky. Despite the spin on society’s faces. Despite all the busyness of daily life. Despite that you just don’t feel like looking for any kind of light whatsoever.

I feel like I have been doing that all week. I hadn’t put a word to it until today. It started with a dream and has continued to dog my steps throughout the week.  Don’t get me wrong.  It’s not depression although tears have dribbled down my cheeks.  It’s not anxiety though there are lots of payers. A devotion here. A song there. A book pointed out by a stranger. A search for information. A search for truth. A search of the WORD. A light that exists in the darkness.

Apostasia.

It is that dark word that has haunted and darkened my week – darkened the world. Since before I could ride a bike, I have known depth of this word inside of me. It haunted my childhood nightmares – some which have occurred over and over and over – varying little in detail. It echoes on the wind howling outside my windows when my armor is misplaced. A word known by the images in my mind even before I could conceptualize just how it would eventually materialize to darken this world  – – – our world.

Obviously, it’s not one of my favorite words. Greek in origin, it basically means “to depart from a stand” – – – “to fall away from sacred values held at the core of self” – – – “to abandon truth”.

Who would have thought it would come to this? Basic truths thrown under the bus in the name of tolerance or political correctness or love or defiance. Today is the Eve of Yom Kippur.  Simply put – the holiest day of the Jewish faith.  For, after 30 days of repentance – 10 days of introspection and atonement (known as the 10 days of Awe) – they stand on the rock of renewed faith.  In the days of the Jewish temple in Jerusalem, a red thread would mysteriously turn white to represent their change in the eyes of the Father and being sealed into His Book of Life for the next year. I like to think of Jesus (Yeshua] making this yearly journey – even though he was without sin. Shepherding us, His followers, even then.

“Because of this, put on all the armor of God that you shall be able to confront The Evil One, and when you are ready in all things, you shall stand.” Ep 6:13

It is not easy to stand when the visible rock is crumbling under the feet. As you age, you think – you hope – things will never “REALLY” change. Tweaks here. Re-direction there. That right will always triumph in the end. After all – strength is in numbers – education – military might. But as history has proven over and over and over again, history does repeat itself – especially when the defiance demon starts digging its claws into unprotected skulls willing to believe lies covered by the facade of something entirely different.

A wistful melancholy steals over me as I type. While I have always known that I was born for this time and to be in this place and to speak these words, it doesn’t mean that it is always where I want to be – in fact – – – tried my hardest to ignore it – – – tried to run the other direction – – – tried my hardest to prove I am worse than King David – – – tried to be defiant. It just comes down to the fact that I have always understood Jonah all too well. Never wanted to go to Nineveh and still don’t.

But like Jonah (thankfully without the whale), I have figured out how to be a servant even while I may drag my feet or try to cushion the words or wish I could find any way but this way. Yet – as I read the WORD, I am more and more convinced that we are here. I am here. Apostasia in all its ugliness is here, and although reluctant, I have picked up my staff and turned my feet toward Nineveh. When society confuses kneeling with standing for a physical symbol and doesn’t see the deeper spiritual metaphor hiding in plain sight, my heart hurts and the paradigm grows even larger.

“Behold, The Day of Our Lord has arrived.” Let no man deceive you by any means, to the effect that surely no revolt will first come and The Man of Sin, The Son of Destruction, be revealed, He who opposes and exalts himself against everything that is called God and religion, just as he will sit in the Temple of God, as God, and will show concerning himself as if he is God.” 2 Thes 2:2-4 (Aramaic in Plain English translation)  [google images]

10th DAY OF NISAN

I. Did. Absolutely. Nothing. Nada. Zero. Zilch.
And.
I.
Loved.
It.

Well – – – that is probably a tiny exaggeration. I did the usual devotional time. Wrote my daily letter for Lent. Cleaned the kitchen. Threw sticks for dogs. Mowed the tiny bit of grass that we call a yard. Visited with my egg lady and her daughter with the broken ankle when they delivered my huge duck eggs – even got some extra eggs for the Grands to color next weekend. (Can’t wait to see their faces as they color these huge eggs) Cooked super. Yawned and climbed in the hot tub.

Seriously though – didn’t read books – didn’t plant one thing – didn’t pitch any mulch – didn’t research any of those things that randomly popped up during the day – didn’t walk the dogs on their usual hike – didn’t run to the store – just didn’t do a lot of things that I usually do. Just a lazy, stretch out kind of day.

Not only a lazy day – but a day completely misnamed in my head. I kept thinking that today was Sunday. Ever do that? A computer glitch in the brain labels the day and there you go. It is SUNDAY – even if you aren’t doing all the things you normally do on Sunday. Not once did I think it was Saturday until I got out of the hot tub tonight and turned on the TV. Then it dawned on me that not only was today NOT Sunday, but tomorrow was not just any Sunday.

Tomorrow is Palm Sunday.

“This month is to be for you the first month, the first month of your year. Tell the whole community of Israel that on the tenth day of this month each man is to take a lamb.”~Ex 12:2-3

The Western Easter calendar and the Jewish calendar do not always mesh. Sometimes the dates are just off. This is one of those years. Passover starts Monday at sunset on the 10th of Nisan – April 10th for us. The 10th of Nisan is important to Passover. It is the day families would walk to all the pens of sheep around the Temple Mount. Pens full of Lambs that the priests had declared pure and without blemish. Lambs that waited for be chosen as a Passover Lamb. Families would choose the lamb that would atone for their sins on the 10th day in the month of Nisan.

Guess what date it was when Jesus rode into Jerusalem?

“They brought the donkey and the colt and placed their cloaks on them for Jesus to sit on. A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, while others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road.”~Matt 21:7-9a

Yupper – the 10th of NIsan. Rabbi Yeshua – declared pure and without blemish by John, a priest of Aaron’s line – climbed upon a donkey – just as Issac climbed on a donkey – just as prophesied by Zechariah – and was brought into the home of all Jewish people with great celebration and acclaim. Jerusalem. The holy mount where a stumbling man named Abram looked up and finally gave his heart in faith completely to El Shaddai.

The 10th day of Nisan.

“Hosanna to the Son of David!”
“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”c
“Hosannad in the highest heaven!”
When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, “Who is this?”
The crowds answered, “This is Yeshua, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee.”~Matt 21:9b-11

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Advent Joy #3:Believe

“I can see the Truth, the light of Your love this Christmas”

I got to pick up the eldest Grand today. Her smile and little jump she gave when she saw my car in line to pick her up was all I needed to bless my day. But wait – there’s more. She jumped in the car, and we talked all the way home. It was worth every mile I traveled to pick her up. Best of all – Grandson was waiting for us at home, jumping up and down, beyond excited to show me the word search that he had done – 14 words – all by himself of the countries of the world. Not bad for kindergartner.

“I can feel the JOY in the Light of Your love…it’s Christmas…”

We spent the next hour reading Grand #1’s newest story on the battle between the cheetahs and the sharks, looking at art work that goes with said story, learning how to manage the on-line pony farm, traipsing out to the chicken coop to look at the new fancy chickens, and examining packages under the tree. It is definitely Christmas in more ways than just a “holiday”.

“Till the whole world hears,
Till the whole world hears,
Till the whole world hears Your name,
I will believe.”~Dianne Michelle, “Believe”

I love this Christmas song. It is only two years old in the age of our earth years and yet, I feel like I have known the melody all my life. It sings in my soul throughout the year since I never take this album out of my car, and it is downloaded on my computer. (Yes – I am old school – I still buy CD’s – after all – the “Cloud” could collapse, right?) I listen to it in the spring rains, the heat of summer, the colors of fall and the wonder of now. Even tonight, as I am writing this tiny little blot, the tears of worship fall, and I hope, I am part of spreading his name just a little further.

“Till the whole world hears…”

What strong lyrics sung about a baby’s name 2000+ years ago – and yet — we are living in the time when that is no longer considered a pipe dream. Words speed around the world in a matter of minutes. Stories – fake and real – go viral in days. Cultures buried deep in forests or high upon mountain tops are beginning to hear that name.

A name given by a Father – – – hinted at in visions of prophets – – – heralded by glorious angels – – – whispered by a tired mother and father as they swaddled Him in human cloth – – – screamed by a crowd who forgot His name five days later- – – echoed down through the ages by sages who remembered.

Yeshua. Jesus.

“Till the whole world hears Your name,
I will
Believe.”

“She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.”~Matt 1:21

 

Because of Christmas #11: HopeTree

“You, me, and the Christmas tree. Picked purchased, and pruned. Trust God’s work.”~Max Lucado (p127)
 
Advent begins tomorrow. The annunciation was only the beginning – – – the beginning of hope. The trees of the garden have been locked away for so long because of our poor choices. Is it any wonder that salvation came wrapped – in so many ways – in the cloak of a tree?
 
“Who Himself bore our sins in His body on the tree, so that, having been dead to sins, we might live to righteousness…” ~1Peter 2:24a
 
Hope.
 
It is the reason we cry during those sappy Christmas movies. The reason we want to pull the tree out of the attic before Thanksgiving. The reason we can halfway stand the pain when a loved one leaves this temporal plane. The reason that everyone feels like singing “O Christmas Tree” even if they can’t carry a tune in a a tree-holding bucket.
 
A Tree of Hope.
 
Today, I managed to get one of my Christmas trees in place. Now don’t get too excited. My trees are of the 3 foot variety, and they sit in Rubbermaid containers most of the year. There are no ornaments on it tonight. There are no presents beneath it’s branches. For tonight, my Grandma Mac’s creche sits beneath it and my version of the annunciation angel and heavenly lights are its only decoration. It won’t stay that way, but for tonight, it is perfect and I am content.
 
“And having looked up, he [the blind man]was saying, “I see the men, for I see them as trees walking.” ~Mk 8:24
 
Sometimes – we see ourselves as that mighty oak tree in the middle of a field. Strong. Resilient. But often -we become too hard, Grow too tall, Don’t sink our roots deep enough. Allowing the swirling winds of this world to whip us this way and that. Letting the storms of life rip our leaves, fruit and sometimes – even the limbs off our trunk. It is only after we recognize the new Tree of Life -you know – the one that the Father sent to save us from ourselves – that our “blind” eyes are finally opened. In His light we can become the sapling that we were always meant to be so that we might bare more hope-filled fruit for those around us.
 
Because of Christmas – we have the Hope Tree. 
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Because of Christmas #5: Open Door

The Grands had a great week being spoiled by Grandparents – 3 days with the paternal ones and one day with the maternal side. As we all know – grandparents don’t have to play by any rules when they are babysitting, so the daughter called me twice yesterday from New Orleans, hoping to convince me that a decent bedtime would be a great idea.

I laughed. What parent doesn’t have similar conversations with Grandparents? What parent wants to take the tired, cranky, sugar-high children home to rules and routine?

Since I do try to abide by the parental unit rules – occasionally, I opened the closet door, pulled out the teacher box, and we got busy. We made turkeys for Thursday, tucked Grands in bed in by 10 (only a couple hours late), read Sunday funnies together, made the first Christmas ornaments of the season, read a couple Christmas books, opened the door for the neighborhood kids to join us for a couple crazy hours of noisy, dress-up, romps in piles of leaves and wild woods; then shoved everyone out the door into the parents’ arms in record time – just before I collapsed in the hot tub to soak the swollen knee and healing toe.

The Grands are pretty good about cleaning up after themselves, but they missed a book that was sticking out from under the bed in “their” room. It was a Little Golden book – one of mine. A well loved one from the looks of it. Front and back hard cover missing. Pages bent, torn and creased. Pictures as familiar as my own parents’ faces. Songs that I can still sing from memory. The Little Golden Book of Hymns smiled up at me, and I opened the door of yesterday’s treasures.

Leafing through the pages, I made my way to the piano. The fingers remembered the hymns almost without looking as images flashed across the brain at warp speed – endless hours at home – at scary recitals – at the even scarier church services. This little book opened the door to my Godmother’s voice – who was also my neighbor, piano teacher and organist for my childhood church and eventual wedding.

Treasured books open doors to all the treasures we have buried inside of us – that old book smell – the voices of loved ones – activities long forgotten, the resonance of a chord printed on a page, a tear or two splashed upon the piano keys.

“Behold, I stand at the door and I shall knock. If a man listens to my voice and will open the door, I also shall come in and I shall have supper with him, and he with me.”~Rev 3:20

Sometimes we screw up. We don’t open those heavy doors or the doors tucked in corners, the rusty doors that squeak a little too loudly, or the doors where poor strangers may be standing. The inn-keeper in Bethlehem didn’t open up his business for a stranded couple, but he did open the door to the stable. I hate to think how long I avoided opening the door to the shepherd who knocked so often just because I was afraid to see His face when He looked at my dirty face and feet.

“Jesus comes not with a list of things for you to do but with a list of things He has already done and will do. Jesus lifts burdens; He doesn’t add to them”~Max Lucado (p.54)

It is good to remember during this Christmas season that it is never too late to open the door to the season – the door to the reason behind the season – the door that leads to a feast beyond compare because we will never hunger again. [google images]

RATIONS 100 DAYS! #97

Okay – this Ration has been sitting on my computer for 3 hours . I’ve read it at least 4 times I’ve eaten a really worthless but very good supper – enjoyed 1 long phone call with a friend – watched 1 Christmas movie and taken 2 romps with the girls…I don’t think I can stall any longer. I need to finish tonight’s ration before the computer loses it and I have to start all over.

Ooooo – I think I need some cheese and maybe some wine.

Noooooo – “Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the concerns of God, but merely human concerns.”~Matt 16:23

Imagine you are hearing a long deep breath, shuddering sigh because that is exactly what I just did.

Actually, I seem to have been saying that short little phrase “Get behind me, Satan” since I opened my eyes this morning.

“Stay in bed a little longer.” (Repeat above phrase here)

“You don’t have to do those stretches” (Repeat said phrase again)

“Go ahead, you can buy that. Put it on the card.” (You know what to do here)

Got it? It has been one of those days when I was not an “appreciator” as today’s Ration tells us. Instead of looking around and just enjoying every step of His day, I’ve whined and cried and mumbled about – the massive number of bikers taking up most of the road while I was trying to get to town – the long line at the grocery store – being monetarily poor at holiday time  – avoiding holiday craft shows- – –

Obviously, not an appreciator.

So I went back to the Ration. It said Read, so – I read.

“I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy …being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”~Phil 1:3-6

I definitely hadn’t done that today. Hmmmm…hmmm…hmmm…as my knees painfullly find the floor of my warroom, I know how to change this day around. Mumbled prayers for others and the peace returns – the love of the girls radiates their contentment and love through my closet doorway – a piece of wisdom filters through the foggy sin barrier and reminds me why Jesus was such an appreciator of each person he encountered – they were all His children – each and every one. So I pray on…

“And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God.”~Phil 1:9-11

1942 Daily Ration: ” ‘When Jesus saw him.’~John 5:6

“Read: Philippians 1:1-11

“Bishop William A. Quayle used to say to the pastors in this conference, ‘The world needs appreciators.’ By this he meant men and women who see beyond the unpromising surface of life into the depths, where capacities for beauty and goodness reveal themselves to the sympathetic eye.

“All great souls have been great appreciators, to be able to see only the debased and ugly is the mark of littleness. The men and women to whom Paul sends greetings in his letters were ‘ordinary people,’ so we would say. But Paul’s greatness as a Christian leader is largely found in the fact that he discovered possibilities of usefulness for the Kingdom in lives that appeared only mediocre.

“The greatest appreciator that ever lived was Jesus. He knew the evil that ever lived was Jesus. He knew the evil that was in man, and did not discount the power of sin. But he also saw beyond the offensive exterior to something nobler that might be. He was so sure that it would respond to the appeal of confident good will that he based his kingdom, not on force but on love. The closer we live to him, the more of the divine we shall see in our fellow men.

“Prayer: Touch our eyes and awaken our hearts, O Christ, that we may see in the people with whom we associate today the finer and nobler elements of life which lie beneath the surface. Amen. [google images]

TOUCHSTONE TRIBUTE

Leonard Cohen musically marked touchstones in my life. His name was invisible to the songs. His way of marking time, dropping lyrics onto a page, stretching chord inversions to their full potential, pulling generations into his stories that wove a chain of music between them.

“And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them.”

I paid little attention to the name of the man who touched those special marking chords within me. Then again, that is just the way I look at music. A performer may call my attention to a song, but it is the composition that enthralls me. Even stranger to me now is that I didn’t register the person who wrote such songs.

“I’m not looking for another as I wander in my time
Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
You know my love goes with you as your love stays with me
It’s just the way it changes like the shoreline and the sea”

Folk-songs were one of those transition mediums in the 60-70’s era. It is where I felt most comfortable as a performer. After all – folk-songs told stories. As a performer,”Suzanne”, “That’s No Way to Say Goodbye’ rolled easily into my voice so I could tell a new story. Endless long nights debating the metaphors and symbolism of the lyrics only enhanced the joy of performing them.

“Well I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?”

But I think Cohen’s special knack of weaving his spiritual search with his life experiences are what really pulled all of us to his music time-after-time. His Jewish up-bringing. His exploration of Christianity. His advent into Zen-Buddhism. The mixture sang of our own journeys in this life of wars and turmoil.

“The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah”.

I will miss the blessings Leonard Cohen brought to this world through his stories in music. Blessings!Be! and I hope the music of the King of Music breathed in his ears as he crossed his own sea to freedom.

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]