Nothing in all creation is hidden from God's sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of Him to whom we must give account. (Hebrews 4:13)
I See God In Everything
I don’t understand how so many are blind,
Unable to see God in the world He designed,
For me it’s as clear as me looking at you,
I see God in everything, from my field of view.
Not just in Heaven and the Stars up above,
But everything He made has a signature of His love,
From the smallest microbe to the beasts of the sea,
I see God in everything, to include you and me.
Some say God doesn’t speak to them ever at all,
But that’s only because they hide behind a wall,
Just drop your earthy barrier and you will hear too,
I see God in everything, especially in you.
Just as I was looking at your one-of-a-kind face,
A truth came to me about the entire human race,
If you still can’t see God and you want Him to be clearer,
I see God in everything, just look in the mirror.
This is an excerpt from “His Name is Jesus” by Max Lucado which vividly illustrates the story of Jesus’ resurrection.
Reluctant during Christ’s life but courageous at his death, Joseph and Nicodemus came to serve Jesus. They came to bury him. They ascended the hill bearing the burial clothing. Pilate had given his permission. Joseph of Arimathea had given a tomb. Nicodemus had brought the spices and linens. John states that Nicodemus brought seventy-five pounds of myrrh and aloes. The amount is worth noting, for such a quantity of burial ointments was typically used only for kings.
To protect a letter, you seal the envelope. To keep air out of a jar, you seal its mouth with a rubber ringed lid. To keep oxygen from the wine, you seal the opening with cork and wax. To seal a deal, you might sign a contract or notarize a signature. Sealing declares ownership and secures contents.
The most famous New Testament “sealing” occurred with the tomb of Jesus. Roman soldiers rolled a rock over the entrance and “set a seal on the stone” (Matthew 27:66). Archaeologists envision two ribbons stretched in front of the entrance, glued together with hardened wax that bore the imprimatur of the Roman government—SPQR (Senatus Populusque Romanus)—as if to say, “Stay away! The contents of this tomb belong to Rome.” Their seal, of course, proved futile.
When Pilate learned that Jesus was dead, he asked the soldiers if they were certain. They were. Had they seen the Nazarene twitch, had they heard even one moan, they would have broken his legs to speed his end. But there was no need. The thrust of a spear removed all doubt. The Romans knew their job. And their job was finished. They pried loose the nails, lowered his body, and gave it to Joseph and Nicodemus.
Joseph of Arimathea. Nicodemus the Pharisee. They sat in seats of power and bore positions of influence. Men of means and men of clout. But they would’ve traded it all for one breath out of the body of Jesus. He had answered the prayer of their hearts, the prayer for the Messiah. As much as the soldiers wanted him dead, even more these men wanted him alive. As they sponged the blood from his beard, don’t you know they listened for his breath? As they wrapped the cloth around his hands, don’t you know they hoped for a pulse? Don’t you know they searched for life? But they didn’t find it.
So they do with him what they were expected to do with a dead man. They wrap his body in clean linen and place it in a tomb. Joseph’s tomb. Roman guards are stationed to guard the corpse. And a Roman seal is set on the rock of the tomb. For three days no one gets close to the grave.
Could there have been a greater tragedy for John than a dead Jesus? Three years earlier John had turned his back on his career and cast his lot with this Nazarene carpenter. Earlier in the week John had enjoyed a ticker-tape parade as Jesus and the disciples entered Jerusalem. Oh, how quickly things had turned! The people who had called him king on Sunday called for his death the following Friday. These linens were a tangible reminder that his friend and his future were wrapped in cloth and sealed behind a rock.
John didn’t know on that Friday what you and I now know. He didn’t know that Friday’s tragedy would be Sunday’s triumph. John would later confess that he “did not yet understand from the Scriptures that Jesus must rise from the dead” (John 20:9).
Why Saturday Is So Important?
We don’t know anything about this day; we have no passage to read, no knowledge to share. All we know is this: When Sunday came, John was still present. When Mary Magdalene came looking for him, she found him.
Jesus was dead. The Master’s body was lifeless. John’s friend and future were buried. But John had not left. Why? Was he waiting for the resurrection? No. As far as he knew, the lips were forever silent and the hands forever still. He wasn’t expecting a Sunday surprise. Then why was he here?
You’d think he would have left. Who was to say that the men who crucified Christ wouldn’t come after him? The crowds were pleased with one crucifixion; the religious leaders might have called for more. Why didn’t John get out of town?
Mary had been there. She had heard the leaders clamor for Jesus’ blood. She had witnessed the Roman whip rip the skin off his back. She had winced as the thorns sliced his brow and wept at the weight of the cross.
In the Louvre there is a painting of the scene of the cross. In the painting the stars are dead and the world is wrapped in darkness. In the shadows there is a kneeling form. It is Mary. She is holding her hands and lips against the bleeding feet of the Christ.
We don’t know if Mary did that, but we know she could have. She was there. She was there to hold her arm around the shoulder of Mary the mother of Jesus. She was there to close his eyes. She was there.
So it’s not surprising that she wants to be there again. In the early morning mist she arises from her mat, takes her spices and aloes, and leaves her house, past the Gate of Gennath and up to the hillside. She anticipates a somber task. By now the body will be swollen. His face will be white. Death’s odor will be pungent. A gray sky gives way to gold as she walks up the narrow trail. As she rounds the final bend, she gasps. The rock in front of the grave is pushed back.
Jesus appeared to the followers in a flesh-and-bone body: “A spirit does not have flesh and bones as you see that I have” (Luke 24:39). His resurrected body was a real body, real enough to walk on the road to Emmaus, to be mistaken for that of a gardener, to swallow fish at breakfast. In the same breath, Jesus’ real body was really different. The Emmaus disciples didn’t recognize him, and walls didn’t stop him. Mark tried to describe the new look and settled for “[Jesus] appeared in another form” (Mark 16:12). While his body was the same, it was better; it was glorified. It was a heavenly body. And I can’t find the passage that says he shed it. He ascended in it.
“He was lifted up while they were looking on, and a cloud received Him out of their sight” (Acts 1:9 NASB). He will return in it. The angel told the followers, “This Jesus, who has been taken up from you into heaven, will come in just the same way as you have watched Him go into heaven” (Acts 1:11 NASB). The God-man is still both. The hands that blessed the bread of the boy now bless the prayers of the millions. And the mouth that commissions angels is the mouth that kissed children. You know what this means? The greatest force in the cosmos understands and intercedes for you. “We have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous” (1 John 2:1 NASB).
The idea that a virgin would be selected by God to bear himself…The notion that God would don a scalp and toes and two eyes…The thought that the King of the universe would sneeze and burp and get bit by mosquitoes…It’s too incredible. Too revolutionary. We would never create such a Savior. We aren’t that daring…In our wildest imaginings we wouldn’t conjure a king who becomes one of us.
But God did. God did what we wouldn’t dare dream. He did what we couldn’t imagine. He became a man so we could trust him. He became a sacrifice so we could know him. And he defeated death so we could follow him.
by Max Lucado
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Blessed are those that have plenty of time to watch sports, movies, TV, and hang out with their friends, but not enough time to spend one hour a week with their fellow Christians in Church — they are my best workers.
Blessed are those that have no time to pray — for they become my prey.
Blessed are those that are easily upset and look for excuses to not go to church — they are my missionaries.
Blessed are those that sow gossip and stir up trouble — they are my beloved children.
Blessed are those that wait to be asked to serve and expect to be thanked — I can use them in my business.
Blessed are you that read this and believe you are not guilty of any of these sins — I’ve have a reserved room for you at my inn.
For all have sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God. Help us Lord to remember that we are all sinners and deserve separation from You in Hell. Thank you Jesus for Your love and sacrifice. I know I am a sinner, please forgive me and help me to do better. Help me stay away from Satan’s beatitudes and only follow Yours.
As you travel along in your daily toil Keep love in your heart – in your eyes a smile. Give a word of cheer to those who are blue; A warm handclasp will help some, too; A wave of the hand, a cheery “Good Day” To those you may meet or pass by the way… As you travel along.
Start in the day with a word of prayer, As the birds trill notes to the morning air. Let your prayer be to God, like their songs to Heaven, Thankful for life and the blessings given; Thinking those thoughts that are right and good, Doing those deals that you feel you should… As you travel along.
Then, When your day shall come to a close, Just pause for awhile ere you seek repose, Think back through your day, and the deeds that were done Of the trails met, and the victories won. And as you close eyes in peaceful sleep, Pray God in His love your soul to keep… As you travel along.
A little girl walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to the elementary school. As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and lightning. The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school and she herself feared that the electrical storm might harm her child.
Following the roar of thunder, lightning, like a flaming sword, would cut through the sky. Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove along the route to her child’s school. As she did so, she saw her little girl walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up and smile. Another and another were to follow quickly and with each the little girl would look at the streak of light and smile.
When the mother’s car drove up beside the child she lowered the window and called to her.
“What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?”
The child answered, “I am trying to look pretty, God keeps taking my picture.”
May God bless you today as you face the storms that come your way.
- author unknown
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In a single moment, about 14 billion years ago,
many suppose all was formed, from a big explode.
Commonly known as, “The Big Bang” theory,
what’s the odds, it’s definitely quite eerie.
How the Big Bang went Bang, one might wonder,
was it just an incredibly epic, celestial blunder?
How those masses heated up, and rapidly expanded,
who am I to question, it’s really quite candid.
After heated expansion, then the Universe cooled,
now I start to wonder, are we this easily fooled?
But it doesn’t stop there, the theory has just started,
hold on to your seats, this is not for the fainthearted.
Subatomic particles, that are smaller than atoms,
made hydrogen and helium, and other gases.
Thousands of years passed, then atoms formed,
incredibly, they’re electrically neutral transformed.
Traces of helium and lithium, but most were hydrogen,
no mention of all, of the much-needed oxygen.
They ran into gravity, and somehow formed our planet,
following this theory, is becoming very hard to manage.
Within the stars, heavier elements became supernova,
how you can believe in this, but not in Jehovah.
But the most incredible thing, the galactic home-run,
was how life came to Earth, third rock from the Sun.
How imaginative you are, to blindly accept this stance,
to faithfully believe, that all this happened by chance.
You have the gall to accuse me, of having a “loose screw”,
being faithfully blind, with a bigoted of world-view.
To believe a story, that is so unbelievable odd,
is totally hypocritical, to turn away God.
I choose to believe a story, one that is so much greater,
the one found in the Bible, of our glorious Creator.
How do we reveal the wisdom of God? In 1 Corinthians 2, we learn that the wisdom of God is revealed through the Holy Spirit.
… “What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived” the things God has prepared for those who love him — these are the things God has revealed to us by his Spirit. (1 Cor. 2:9-10)
But, how do we reveal the wisdom of God through the Holy Spirit? Is it done only through prayer and meditation upon God’s Word? Certainly, this is a great way to start, but I believe there are other things we can do as Christians to gain the wisdom of God.
As a seeker of the wisdom of God, one will pray and meditate on God’s word and listen for the voice of the Holy Spirit whispering words of guidance, encouragement, and inspiration for your situation.
But, another way to find the wisdom of God is through seeking Godly counsel and associating yourself with wise Christian people. I believe it is very important to share your fears and concerns with brothers and sisters in Christ that love the Lord and love you. This goes hand-in-hand with your decision to “hang-out” and make a conscious decision to associate with Christian people.
This is why fellowship with other Christians is so important. When we are out in the world working and going to school, etc. This is the time to be a “light” and an example of Christ’s love to others.
However, when we are at church, this is a time to be a “sponge” and soak up the wisdom of God from other believers that understand what you are going through and love you and the Lord!
by James Apple Jr.
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Sometimes we wonder, “What did I do to deserve this?” or “Why did God have to do this to me?” Here is a wonderful explanation!
A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she’s failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.
Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, “Absolutely Mom, I love your cake.”
“Here, have some cooking oil,” her Mother offers.
“Yuck” says her daughter.
“How about a couple raw eggs?”
“Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?”
“Mom, those are all yucky!”
To which the mother replies, “Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake!
God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!
– author unknown
God is crazy about us and loves us so much. Please share this with someone you care about.