An Unforgettable Prayer

And going a little farther he fell on his face and prayed, saying, “My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as you will.”  Matthew 26:39 ESV

This prayer of Jesus was etched into the minds of His disciples, like none other He had prayed. At an earlier time, when the disciples had seen Jesus praying, they asked, “Lord teach us to pray.” But this prayer was not like that one. This midnight prayer left them so overwhelmed by sorrow, that they fell asleep. They had never seen Jesus like this. They were used to Him commanding the wind and waves or casting out demons. But at this moment it almost seemed as if Jesus was afraid. His words were so unforgettable that three of the four gospels repeat them. His words seemed shocking, “If it is possible, let this cup pass.”  It sounded like such a hopeless prayer. They must have wondered how that could be? Didn’t Jesus have enough faith? Had He done something wrong? NO, not for a moment! But the answer to His cry lay hidden even from Him for that moment. Hidden behind the suffering, shame, betrayal, and mocking was the miracle of our redemption. The Father would remove the cup from His hand, but not until He after had drunk from it for us all. When Jesus accepted that cup in Gethsemane, and drained it of its poison, He made it possible for it to be filled it with the new wine of salvation that is still running over with eternal life for you and me!

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God’s Secret

“The human mind is a monkey in the middle of a yawning abyss of a mysterious universe, too small to comprehend the vastness of the of the universe and too clumsy to pierce its tiny secrets.” Blaise Pascal

According to Joyce Kilmer,  poems are made by fools like me,” yet there is something in a verse, that skips ahead of our reason, and lends wings to our souls. And among the poetry of Psalms, God reveals to the humblest hearts, His secrets and draws us to Himself.

To Hear the Church Bells Ring

After fingers of the rain reach down
Pulling frost out from the ground
And the cold relentless wind grows still
And I hear the gentle sound

Of a robin singing at my door
And distant thunder in the sky
Then I look out of my window
And watch children splashing by

Then I wonder at the changing world
As snowdrifts melt in Spring
And my sleeping faith sits up in bed
To hear the church bells ring



To Hear the Church Bells Ring

By Peter Caligiuri
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