Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus.John 11:5 This poem was inspired by my mother, who has taught me to appreciate Martha in the Gospel stories. Being a "Mary" myself, I was tempted to read Christ's speech to Martha as a rebuke. In the Bible, however, the Lord only speaks a name twice … Continue reading From Mary to Martha
Pain
Still Face
My Love, I have your portrait to bring you to my mind.Within its painted eyes I look when I would comfort find.But its "eyes" are wells of paint; no tears they offer me;As for seeing, Jesus Mine, no help if you had three.And your face, my Love, so still... Can it be you love me? … Continue reading Still Face
God’s Laws
The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul; the decrees of the Lord are sure, making wise the simple; the precepts of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart; the commandment of the Lord is clear, enlightening the eyes; the fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever; the ordinances of the Lord … Continue reading God’s Laws
Sacrifice
But God proves his love for us in that while we were still sinners Christ died for us. How much more then, since we are now justified by his blood, will we be saved through him from the wrath. Indeed, if, while we were enemies, we were reconciled to God through the death of his … Continue reading Sacrifice
Crisis
Crisis comes from the Greek word “krisis” meaning “decision”. It came to be used in medieval medicine for the turning-point in a disease; the moment when either the patient or the illness gains the upper hand. In modern English, a crisis is a moment that demands decisive action. ____________ Crisis Moments of crisis are brought … Continue reading Crisis
The Pity Due to Pride
Pride is a barren land; a dead land. A hard land that admits of no softness. Those who live in Pride have no life. ____________ The Pity Due to Pride The root of all evil Pride is one of the largest obstacles in our ship’s journey to happiness. The word “pride” can be used in … Continue reading The Pity Due to Pride
The Pain of Truth
The mother’s voice carried across the field to the children far ahead. “Kids, stick together!” The older brother grabbed the younger one’s arm. “Come on, Fatso! You’re slowing us down!” Their sister frowned at him. “You’re not allowed to say that!” “But it’s true!” He stopped and folded his arms. “And the truth shouldn’t hurt!” … Continue reading The Pain of Truth
