FOR IT IS BY GRACE

April 14, 2017

One cannot measure the goodness of our God!

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The Sad Days

April 3, 2015

The candles were snuffed out and put away.

The table is bare . . .

the room dark and empty and quiet

but for the silent echo of remembered tears,

but my mouth waters for the promised feast.

By Martha L Shaw © 4-2-2015

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It Really WAS A GOOD Friday!

March 30, 2013

I can remember as a child and as a not so youngster wondering why in heaven’s name did they call it Good Friday?  They killed my Jesus?  That’s SOOOO not good.

That being said, the child grew up and learned some things . . . but along with the incredible gift of eternal life won for us by Christ’s death FOR US, I am just realizing that this year (unlike several Good Fridays in the last few years) it truly was a good one.  I felt His love, joy, and peace SO PROFOUNDLY and experienced relief from physical challenges, emotional heaviness, and so many of the “but how can I” situations which are best surrendered to Him in the first place!

I was with people I love, was sharing Him, and was seeing the Light in such wonderful ways.  I hope and pray that as this Holy Week comes to a close and the blessing of Easter is upon us tomorrow, that you all feel profoundly blessed on that day and in the days to come!


It Is Finished . . . Or Is It?

March 29, 2013

It is Good Friday.

I’m preparing to head to  church and as I write this I’m thinking about things and trying to keep things in perspective, but it’s a dark and rainy day and I’m recalling last night . . . just as the service had ended and the church had been stripped of all the beautiful linens and other sacred things  and left bare and plain something remarkable happened.  At that very moment the storm outdoors magnified and as the sanctuary went dark the loudest clap of thunder and lightning was heard as though to wake us up to all that was to come . . .

I know that Easter will soon be here and that beauty and joy will return SPLENDIDLY, but just now I find I’m focused on death on a rough wooden cross.  I am wondering what they did with it after Jesus was placed in the tomb?  Did they cast lots for it to recycle its wood as they did for His clothing?  It was raw wood and surely stained with His blood . . . “it is finished” He said.  It is finished . . . and yet, it truly had only just begun.


It Is Finished . . . Or Is It?

April 6, 2012

 

It is Good Friday. 

 I’m preparing to head to  church and as I write this I’m thinking about things and trying to keep things in perspective, but it’s a dark and rainy day and I’m recalling last night . . . just as the service had ended and the church had been stripped of all the beautiful linens and other sacred things  and left bare and plain something remarkable happened.  At that very moment the storm outdoors magnified and as the sanctuary went dark the loudest clap of thunder and lightning was heard as though to wake us up to all that was to come . . .

I know that Easter will soon be here and that beauty and joy will return SPLENDIDLY, but just now I find I’m focused on death on a rough wooden cross.  I am wondering what they did with it after Jesus was placed in the tomb?  Did they cast lots for it to recycle its wood as they did for His clothing?  It was raw wood and surely stained with His blood . . . “it is finished” He said.  It is finished . . . and yet, it truly had only just begun.


All God’s Creatures Say . . .

April 5, 2012

We sing of all God’s creatures and His great love for them, yet we take that love for granted.  I am reminded of this great love just now because of a television program I watched while having lunch.  In this program, a small child was crying because a raccoon died.  She was a farm girl and her family tried to nurse the creature back to health and was unable to.  Such scenes and sentiment make us smile and think of the innocence of children.  This time it made me think of so much more. 

You know, I have a friend . . . Katrena.  She is at once both strong and gentle.  Her strength from the Lord is expressed in such an amazing heart for her Lord and she reflects His compassion in her gentleness and love for every one of God’s creatures, human or otherwise.  Katrena would have wanted to save that wounded raccoon just as the young girl on the program on television did.  She, too, would have likely cried when she couldn’t help the poor thing or relieve its pain.  

As I write this, it’s Thursday of Holy Week and my heart, soul, and mind are on my Jesus and His amazing love for us.  His compassion.  His suffering for our sake.  His death – a brutal death – so that we might have eternal life.  I think of this now, but admit that at other times of the year I do not always think of it.  The same compassion which made a little girl cry and which I see in the eyes and in the deeds of my friend Katrena?  That is how Jesus is!  He would have picked up the wild little beast and He would have cried.  Knowing this, please take a moment and ponder, if you will,just  how much you and I are loved? 

Tomorrow, Good Friday, we celebrate that love as we observe His death on a cross for our redemption.  Wow.


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