For the bread of God is he who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world. John 6:33 ESV
When I was a boy I loved the smells coming from the kitchen when my mom baked bread. I could hardly wait for her to hand me a warm slice slathered with butter right from the oven. We need to ask ourselves if we are also longing to know God like that. Are we eager to come into His presence and receive a fresh word from Him each day? No matter the answer to that question now is the time to set our sights again to that Easter morning when Mary came to the tomb and became the first to see our risen Lord;
The Bread of Heaven!
Monday’s loaf was When the angels sang
And shepherds knelt And the Heavens rang
On Tuesday Mary dedicated Him
In the temple like a lamb Who was without sin
At the Jordan On Wednesday Jesus was baptized
And the dove descended On the bread of life
Thursday’s loaf was when He broke the bread
And He blessed the cup And bowed His head
Good Friday’s Bread was given for us
And His blood poured down The rough wooden cross
Saturday’s silence Was the bread of sorrows
As He lay in the tomb Waiting for tomorrow
Then on Sunday’s dawn He came as Heaven’s Bread
The stone rolled back And He rose from the dead!
Picture Taken at the Ark Experience
I do hope that this Corona virus does not become a crisis here in the U.S. but no matter what happens we are all in this together. Maybe growing older has given me perspective so I have some hope and advice to share that these gray hairs have taught me. It’s time to stop panicking and start praying even for leaders we don’t like. We may not like our brothers and sisters but we’re still a family.
It’s time to stop complaining and start caring. Pointing fingers while our boat is taking on water is a lot less effective than bailing out some water. It’s time to remember that people matter a lot more than things. I don’t even want to know how much of our life savings have disappeared in the last 3 days of mayhem on Wall Street but we’ve been through worse and God has been faithful.
After all we’ve been through my wife and I still have each other. We still have our family and the freedom to worship on Sundays and be reminded there that this too will pass. Jesus resurrection from the dead has given us a hope more contagious than any virus. We can always trust God because No matter what lies ahead we are blessed and no matter the disease – Jesus is always still the cure!
O you who dwell in the gardens, with companions listening for your voice; let me hear it. Song of Solomon 8:13
Only ears can hear
That’s just the way God made us
If ears could see or hear
They’d certainly betray us
But when God fashioned ears
Those humble awkward things
That flop about and wiggle
On little inner springs
He made a way to tell us
How much we’d been forgiven
And then He set and tuned them
To hear His words from heaven
Oh – only ears can hear
That’s just the way God made them
Humble listening gifts
That lead us to obey Him
I always begin my prayer in silence, for it is in the silence of the heart that God speaks. God is the friend of silence-we need to listen to God because it’s not what we say but what He says to us and through us that matters. God speaks in the silence of the heart. Listening is the beginning of prayer. Mother Teresa
“Hearing is an ability but listening is a choice!” P C Caligiuri