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Name: Chris
Country: United States
Gender: Female
Interests: Spending time with the Lord and my family, going out to eat with my husband of 36 years, reading my Bible, Max Lucado books, and Christian fiction novels, and writing in my prayer journal
Expertise: being a grandma!
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Member Since:
3/25/2006
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| "Lord, remember Your mercy and love that You have shown since long ago." (Psalm 25:6). Recently, my daughter Jenna and I spent several days in the old city of Jerusalem. . . . One afternoon, as we were exiting the Jaffa gate, we found ourselves behind an orthodox Jewish family - a father and his three small girls. One of the daughters, perhaps four or five years of age, fell a few steps behind and couldn't see her father. "Abba!" she called to him. He spotted her and immediately extended his hand. . . . When the signal changed, he led her and her sisters through the intersection. In the middle of the street, he reached down and swung her up into his arms and continued their journey. Isn't that what we all need? An abba who will hear when we call? Who will take our hand when we are weak? Who will guide us through the hectic intersections of life? Don't we all need an Abba who will swing us up into His arms and carry us Home? We all need a Father. (taken from Max Lucado's "The Great House of God") | | |
| "Jesus said to them, 'Come, follow Me.'" (Mark 1:17). God is an inviting God. He invited Mary to birth His Son, the disciples to fish for men, the adulteress woman to start over, and Thomas to touch His wounds. God is the King who prepares the palace, sets the table, and invites His subjects to come in. In fact, it seems His favorite word is "come." "COME, let us talk about these things. Though your sins are like scarlet, they can be as white as snow." "Let anyone who is thirsty COME to me and drink." "COME to Me, all of you who are tired and have heavy loads, and I will give you rest." God is a God who invites. God is a God who calls. (taken from Max Lucado's "And the Angels Were Silent") | | |
| "At noon the whole country became dark, and the darkness lasted for three hours." (Matthew 27:45). Of course the sky is dark; people are killing the Light of the World. The universe grieves. God said it would. 'At that time I will cause the sun to go down at noon and make the earth dark on a bright day. . . . I will make it like a time of crying for the death of an only son, and its end like the end of an awful day.' (Amos 8:9-10). The sky weeps. And a lamb bleats. Remember the time of the scream? 'At about three o'clock Jesus cried out.' Three o'clock in the afternoon, the hour of the temple sacrifice. Less than a mile to the east, a finely clothed priest leads a lamb to the slaughter, unaware that his work is futile. Heaven is not looking at the lamb of man but at 'the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world.'" (John 1:29). (taken from Max Lucado's "Next Door Savior") | | |
| "The Son of Man will die, just as the Scriptures say." (Matthew 26:24). God's greatest blessings often come costumed as disasters. Any doubters need to do nothing more than ascend the hill of Calvary. Jerusalem's collective opinion that Friday was this: Jesus is finished. What other conclusion made sense? The religious leaders had turned Him in. Rome had refused to bail Him out. His followers had tucked their tails and scattered. He was nailed to a cross and left to die, which He did. They silenced His lips, sealed His tomb, and, as any priest worth the price of a phylactery would tell you, Jesus is history. Three years of power and promises are decomposing in a borrowed grave. Search the crucifixion sky for one ray of hope, and you won't find it. Such is the view of the disciples, the opinion of the friends, and the outlook of the enemies. But God is not surprised. His plan is right on schedule. Even in - especially in - death, Christ is still the King over His own crucifixion. (taken from Max Lucado's "Next Door Savior") | | |
| "He gave. . . . to each one as much as he could handle." (Matthew 25:15). Da Vinci painted one Mona Lisa. Beethoven composed one Fifth Symphony. And God made one version of you. He custom-designed you for a one-of-a-kind assignment. Mine like a gold digger the unique-to-you nuggets from your life. . . . When God gives an assignment, He also gives the skill. Study your skills, then, to reveal your assignment. Look at you. Your uncanny ease with numbers. Your quenchless curiosity about chemistry. Others stare at blueprints and yawn; you read them and drool. "I was made to do this," you say. Our Maker gives assignments to people, to each according to each one's unique ability. As He calls, He equips. Look back over your life. What have you consistently done well? What have you loved to do? Stand at the intersection of your affections and successes and find your uniqueness. (taken from Max Lucado's "Cure for the Common Life") | | |
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