That one who hurts the most has to reach to another.
That one who drains the life takes even the morsel.
That one who cries the longest must be silenced.
That one who glares the hardest is allowed the violence.
Life isn’t always fair.
Life doesn’t always make sense.
Everybody has a story to tell.
Everybody has a scar that shares hell.
There is One who bled while others were hailed.
There is One who winced while others scoffed.
There is One who was pierced while others were passive.
There is One who died while all others lived.
Life isn’t fair, but there is a hope.
Life doesn’t always make sense, but there is a love.
His story is the redemption to tell.
His scars are proof He conquered hell.
Penned – MG – 5/9/22
And He bearing His cross went forth into a place called the place of a skull, which is called in the Hebrew Golgotha: Where they crucified Him, and two other with Him, on either side one, and Jesus in the midst.
…who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live for righteousness—by whose stripes you were healed.
1 Peter 2:24
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.
My soul yearns for a country I’ve not yet entered.
My memory is drawn to a lane it’s never walked.
My eyes search for a site I’ve not yet lived.
I wonder how I can dream of a place I’ve never been, and then I remember.
We’re not home yet.
We’ve not yet received the decree.
We’ve not yet acquired the dream.
We’ve not yet taken hold of the promise.
We’ve not yet been enraptured by the hope.
But rest assured. It’s coming.
Now I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. Also there was no more sea. Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.
Don’t just leave your relationships hanging through this life.
Be engaged in their lives.
If they’re the jerk, then have the ability to speak truth when needed.
If they’re toxic, then have the guts to remove yourself when needed before you follow suit.
If you’re the unimaginable fool, then have the courage to admit it and make it right.
And for goodness sake, if it’s truly mental issues that keep you from them (or them from you), then get help for all involved, and do it now.
The distance isn’t worth it.
The void isn’t fair.
The heart wrenched cries are undeserving.
The questions when you’re (they’re) gone are too complicated to add to this process of grief.
The pain that is left in the wake of this kind of ignorance, in the dawn of sorrow, can be beyond capability.
And if you’re the one experiencing the anguish of brokenness:
Don’t allow that heartache to consume you to the point of disengagement.
Keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Get up in the morning.
Even if you must crawl.
I know it’s hard. I know it’s beyond hard.
And I know no grief is the same.
No one can tell you the “perfect way” to grieve; it is a different theater of actors for all.
But you can grieve right…
Grieve in truth.
Grieve in love.
Grieve in reality.
And grieve with HOPE.
Hope is the only reason to even walk through the pain.
Hope will carry you though this life and allow your heart to beat and your lungs to exhale even when you’d rather fall into the grave.
Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.
1 Thessalonians 4:13-14
Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.
Sometimes, it’s almost mind-boggling to think how, throughout the year before, we long for Christmas to get here. We dream of it, talk about it, plan for it and prepare so many things to perfectly progress for the precise moment it will arrive, and then, the day itself seems to pass almost as quickly as it arrives.
Yet, for those of us who claim to be Christians, it does make me wonder, do we do the same for the coming of our eternal King?
For He IS coming, and we will be with Him for so much longer than Christmas Day will ever have been.
Are we getting ready?
And are we urging others to be ready?
Just as we’ve asked, “Do you have your tree up?” Maybe we should also ask, “ Do you have your heart ready?”
Maybe just as we’ve asked, “Do you have all your presents bought?” We should also ask, “Did you know, your soul has already been purchased with a price?”
Just as we inquire, “Are your family members coming?” Maybe we follow that with, “Are they headed toward heaven as well?”
Because if we are ready for all the Christmases we could ever live through, but we miss the one event that only happens once in a lifetime, we will regret it forever.
If we have all the presents in the world bought and perfectly wrapped, yet we miss the very present that has been provided to us for free, then in comparison, all the rest is just trash.
And if we enjoy company with our family and friends during the season, but we fail to show them the way to Christ, all those seasons will fade for the eternity in which we will miss them.
Let us not lose a moment.
Let us not miss an opportunity.
Let us never ignore the Hope.
Our time is too short, and their lives are too precious to lose…and so are ours.
Whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.
Now then, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were pleading through us: we implore you on Christ’s behalf, be reconciled to God.
Soak it in deep, cuz you’re gonna need it to survive.
Not just to survive but to thrive.
Let the moon of His shadow light the way through the dark.
No matter the abyss of the unknown, the rays of His promise will chase away the haze.
The winds of this world blow hard, always wanting to knock you off course.
The waves of this culture devour fast, always seeking to destroy peace, joy, and clarity of mind.
Stay the course, son.
Never become distracted by what was, what is or what one day might be.
Keep Him at the helm, and you will find a steadier voyage.
Keep Him at the forefront of navigation, and you will find your destination not far ahead.
I may not always be present in form, but you can rest assured, I am always near your heart.
And you will always be held tenderly within mine.
“But even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing, whose minds the god of this age has blinded, who do not believe, lest the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine on them. For we do not preach ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord, and ourselves your bondservants for Jesus’ sake. 6 For it is the God who commanded light to shine out of darkness, who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.”
There’s nothing better than a great big glass of ice cold water after a 3 mile walk in the heat of the evening.
You’re parched. You’re tired. You’re breathless.
Yet, that water is like snow in the desert.
It’s refreshing to the bones.
It’s reviving to the muscles.
It’s rejuvenating to the very soul.
This is just how I have found my God to be.
I’m not talking about finding religion, and I’m not trying to convince you of an ancient tradition.
I’m just referring to a Friend who sticks closer than a brother.
I’m pointing toward a comfort in times of need, a peace that surpasses all your understanding and a fulfilling joy that words just can’t seem to describe.
You might scoff, and you might even turn the page, but I challenge you to simply try Him.
Just say His name.
He can be refreshing water for your weary mind.
He can be a babbling brook for your exhausted heart.
He can be a living stream for your parched soul.
On the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, saying, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.”