Showing posts with label from Linda Shands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label from Linda Shands. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Taste My Jesus

"Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him. Rejoice in the hope of the resurrection that your faith in Him brings." Psalm 34:8

At the University of Chicago Divinity School each year they have what is called 'Baptist Day.' On this day each one is to bring a lunch to be eaten outdoors in a grassy picnic area. Every 'Baptist Day' the school would invite one of the greatest minds to lecture in the theological education center. One year they invited Dr. Paul Tillich. Dr.Tillich spoke for two and one-half hours to present proof that the resurrection of Jesus was false. He quoted scholar after scholar and book after book. He concluded that since there was no such thing as the historical resurrection, the religious tradition of the church was groundless, emotional mumbo-jumbo, because it was based on a relationship with a risen Jesus who, in fact, never rose from the dead in any literal sense. He then asked if there were any questions. After about 30 seconds, an old, dark skinned preacher with a head of short-cropped, woolly white hair stood up in the back of the auditorium. 'Docta Tillich, I got one question,' he said, as all eyes turned toward him. He reached into his sack lunch and pulled out an apple and began eating it. 'Docta Tillich'...CRUNCH, MUNCH... 'My question is a simple question'... CRUNCH, MUNCH... 'Now, I ain't never read them books you read...CRUNCH, MUNCH...'and I can't recite the Scriptures in the original Greek...CRUNCH, MUNCH...'I don't know nothin' about Niebuhr and Heidegger... CRUNCH, MUNCH. He finished the apple. 'All I wanna know is: This apple I just ate...was it bitter or sweet?' Dr Tillich paused for a moment and answered in exemplary scholarly fashion. 'I cannot possibly answer that question, for I haven't tasted your apple.' The white-haired preacher dropped the core of his apple into his crumpled paper bag, looked up at Dr. Tillichand said calmly, 'Neither have you tasted My Jesus.' The 1,000 plus in attendance could not contain themselves. The auditorium erupted with applause and cheers. Dr. Tillich thanked his audience and promptly left the platform. Have you tasted Jesus? Please pass this on, saints! Jesus has risen...and He's coming back one day.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

A Few Words from God

Have no fear of sudden disaster. When it comes, proclaim that I am your Refuge and your Fortress, your God, in Whom you place your trust. Then I will save you from the impossible places. I will cover you with My feathers and under My wings you will find refuge. I will protect you from trouble and surround you with songs of deliverance.I will demonstrate My faithfulness to you and to those around you. The knowledge of My love for you will protect your physically and emotionally. And when you have discovered this shelter...stay there. You will always be safe if you stay close to Me.I will command My angels concerning you, to guard you in all your ways. Then you will go on your way in safety. When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet. I alone will cause you to dwell in safety, for I am Your God.
New International Bible
Psalms & Proverbs

Monday, July 7, 2008

Someone Is Praying for You

There are times that the storms of life leave us feeling weary of body, mind and soul.
Our family has weathered such a time since March when our niece Whitney was diagnosed with thyroid cancer. Prayers sustained us through Whitney's three surgeries and radioactive iodine therapy, and her mother's complete nervous breakdown requiring a month long hospitalization and specialized treatment. There are still many uncertain days ahead, but we rejoice in the many ways God has blessed us through this incredible experience. Last evening as I prepared for bed, I turned on my clock radio to set the alarm. The words of an old hymn were playing softly and I stood there in my bedroom with tears streaming down my face as I thanked God for the miracle of prayer. There have been moments that we doubted that we had the strength to face another crisis or the responsibilities of another day, but God's grace is greater than our suffering and we are comforted by the knowledge that countless people are praying for us. We will be eternally grateful for your prayers and words of encouragement.Whatever the circumstances of your life today, whenever you have come to the end of your physical and spiritual resources, there is hope. God intended for us to bear one another's burdens and that is what we are doing when we pray. Our hearts have been knit together by God's spirit and we have been called to participate in this incredible intercessory ministry. We are blessed each time we lift a request before God and blessed when others do the same for us.

I thought you might enjoy listening to the Heritage Singers performing the hymn, "Someone Is Praying For You". www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMVZ9jfDv50

Somewhere someone's prayingDown upon their knees,
Lifting you before the ThroneWith love and gentle pleas.
Asking God to give you strengthTo face another day,
And when the night is darkest toShine light upon your way.

Somewhere someone's kneeling
To whisper your name in prayer,
Knowing that you need to feel
God's love and tender care.

They intercede on your behalf
Because they love you so,
Knowing that you have a need
To their Father they will go.

They pray when you're not able
To speak a single word,
What peace there is in knowing
Their prayers will be heard.

They lay you on the altar
As they kneel there at His feet,
Giving all your cares to Him
There at the mercy seat.

Our God is always listening
To every earnest prayer,
When we look to Him for help
The answer is always there.

It's such a comfort knowing
That someone prays for you;
Placed within His loving hands
Those prayers will see you through.

As you kneel before the Father,
Thank Him for those who care.
When you bow before the mercy seat
Whisper their name in prayer.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Prayer, Promise, & Psalms & Saint Patrick

Prayer~~~
As I arise today, may the strength of God pilot me, the power of God uphold me, the wisdom of God guide me. May the eye of God look before me, the ear of God hear me, the word of God speak for me. May the handof God protect me, the way of God lie before me, the shield of Goddefend me, the host of God save me. May Christ shield me today...Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me. Amen.

~Saint Patrick of Ireland ~

Feastday: March 17Patron Irelandb. 387 d.461
Saint Patrick
St. Patrick of Ireland is one of the world's most popular saints. Apostle of Ireland, born at Kilpatrick, near Dumbarton, in Scotland, in the year 387; died at Saul, Downpatrick, Ireland, 17 March, 461.
Along with St. Nicholas and St. Valentine, the secular world shares our love of these saints. This is also a day when everyone's Irish.
There are many legends and stories of St. Patrick, but this is his story.
Patrick was born around 385 in Scotland, probably Kilpatrick. His parents were Calpurnius and Conchessa, who were Romans living in Britian in charge of the colonies.
As a boy of fourteen or so, he was captured during a raiding party and taken to Ireland as a slave to herd and tend sheep. Ireland at this time was a land of Druids and pagans. He learned the language and practices of the people who held him.
During his captivity, he turned to God in prayer. He wrote
"The love of God and his fear grew in me more and more, as did the faith, and my soul was rosed, so that, in a single day, I have said as many as a hundred prayers and in the night, nearly the same." "I prayed in the woods and on the mountain, even before dawn. I felt no hurt from the snow or ice or rain."
Patrick's captivity lasted until he was twenty, when he escaped after having a dream from God in which he was told to leave Ireland by going to the coast. There he found some sailors who took him back to Britian, where he reunited with his family.
He had another dream in which the people of Ireland were calling out to him "We beg you, holy youth, to come and walk among us once more."
He began his studies for the priesthood. He was ordained by St. Germanus, the Bishop of Auxerre, whom he had studied under for years.
Later, Patrick was ordained a bishop, and was sent to take the Gospel to Ireland. He arrived in Ireland March 25, 433, at Slane. One legend says that he met a chieftain of one of the tribes, who tried to kill Patrick. Patrick converted Dichu (the chieftain) after he was unable to move his arm until he became friendly to Patrick.
Patrick began preaching the Gospel throughout Ireland, converting many. He and his disciples preached and converted thousands and began building churches all over the country. Kings, their families, and entire kingdoms converted to Christianity when hearing Patrick's message.
Patrick by now had many disciples, among them Beningnus, Auxilius, Iserninus, and Fiaac, (all later canonized as well).
Patrick preached and converted all of Ireland for 40 years. He worked many miracles and wrote of his love for God in Confessions. After years of living in poverty, traveling and enduring much suffering he died March 17, 461.
He died at Saul, where he had built the first church. Why a shamrock?
Patrick used the shamrock to explain the Trinity, and has been associated with him and the Irish since that time. In His Footsteps:
Patrick was a humble, pious, gentle man, whose love and total devotion to and trust in God should be a shining example to each of us. He feared nothing, not even death, so complete was his trust in God, and of the importance of his mission.


Promise of Belief and Trust~~~

I recall a story about a tightrope walker who stretched a two-inch cable across the gorge of Niagara Falls. He asked the crowd that gathered if they believed he could carry a man across the gorge. The crowd had seen him successfully make the trip across the cable, so they cheered that they believed he could carry someone else across. Then the tightrope walker asked who was willing to climb on his shoulders for the trip across the gorge. The crowd fell silent. They believed HE could do it, but no one was able to trust him with their own life. Finally,the performer's manager stepped forward to volunteer. He had known the performer for many years and had complete confidence in him. As they prepared for the dangerous feat, the performer gave the following instructions to his passenger: "You must not trust your feelings, but mine. If you trust your feelings, we both will fall. You must become part of me.

"If we are to safely traverse this life's journey, we must become a part of Christ. Ideally, He should be so much a part of us and we should be so much a part of Him that we cannot distinguish where one stops and the other begins. We will instinctively trust Him to direct every movement and every decision we make.

Psalm~~~
In Christ alone my hope is found; He is my light, my strength, my song; This cornerstone, this solid ground, Firm through the fiercest drought and storm. What heights of love, what depths of peace, When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!My comforter, my all in all —Here in the love of Christ I stand. In Christ alone, Who took on flesh, Fullness of God in helpless babe! This gift of love and righteousness, Scorned by the ones He came to save. Till on that cross as Jesus died, The wrath of God was satisfied; For every sin on Him was laid —Here in the death of Christ I live. No guilt in life, no fear in death —This is the power of Christ in me; From life's first cry to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny. No power of hell, no scheme of man, Can ever pluck me from His hand; Till He returns or calls me home —Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.
(Words and Music by Keith Getty & Stuart Townsend)