When days were lonely and long during my time at Dallas Theological Seminary, I remember sitting in my room and starting a list of "things I want to do" and "things I want to learn". The list was pretty long, but it soon became my go to method for pulling myself out of the doldrums.
This "good in every day" game is similar. I sometimes think about it when I am making an entry in my written journal - the one I keep of things not fit for print - and pretty soon I have more than enough thoughts to be jotted down. It's worth the time to do if for no other reason that to see value in every day.
The journey of Voyager has always fascinated me. I guess it's because it's one of those events - like the moon landing - that was particularly memorable. It has consistently been in the background of my life since 1977, when I was heading into my second year at Washington Bible College. There are other, better, and longer documentary about the construction and journey of this spacecraft, but this one gives a good short summary of the little spacecrafts that could.
I know it's not a new song, but it is new to me - and I find a sense of familiarity in its words. We sang it in church yesterday and I've been humming it ever since. (The words to the song are below the break.)
I’ve joked with family that my birthday has become just another day to me. Sure it’s nice to be treated to a meal with family, but that is almost a weekly occurrence, and it’s always a special time. But a birthday? “Humbug,” as Scrooge would say.
Another entry about the step of Application on Bible Study.
How do I make it active? I have a passage of scripture that I’ve studied; I know what it says and I know what it means. But application says “What does it mean to me?” How do I determine how I should live?
“Yet man dies not whilst the world, at once his mother and his monument, remains. His name is lost, indeed, but the breath he breathed still stirs the pine-tops on the mountains, the sound of the words he spoke yet echoes on through space; the thoughts his brain gave birth to we have inherited to-day; his passions are our cause of life; the joys and sorrows that he knew are our familiar friends—the end from which he fled aghast will surely overtake us also!
"Truly the universe is full of ghosts, not sheeted churchyard spectres, but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having once been, can never die, though they blend and change, and change again forever.”
I recently found a series of videos which take "scale model" to a whole new level. The videos compare the sizes of various things in a group as if they were real. The measurements and the side-by-side comparisons are mind blowing...
"...and from the first He knew what He had to do to bring us - to bring me - home..."
I heard a musical setting of John 3:16 this morning on my way home from FCP that had me thinking, and yes a few tears fell, as I thought that all of what God has done down through the ages has been done -- to bring me home.
I pictured a modern-day setting of the returning prodigal (Luke 15:11-32) with a tired, dirty, lonesome young man is slowly making his way up the long road to his father's house. Not looking up, but moving slowly forward, head bowed, step after weary step, wondering what in the world he would say to the man if his father would even see him after knocking on the door to his one-time home.
But in the distance, coming from the house, is his dad, running at full speed, tears streaming down his face - his son was coming home and it didn't matter what he looked like, or what he had done, or where he had been. He was home -- and that's all that mattered.
I think of myself and remind myself that I am that son. Lost, away from home, alone - and wondering if there would ever be a way I could find my way back. But before I even take one step up the driveway, there's my Heavenly Father, running toward me having wanted so much for me to realize that I need never worry. The pathway home has always been there - I just needed to move in my Father's direction.
I don't know if anyone will ever read what's here, but I pray you will find your way home, too. The Father has prepared everything to make a way for you to get back home. Trust Him - and realize how wonderful and eternal His love is for you.
Patience is drawing on underlying forces; it is powerfully positive, though to a natural view it looks just sitting it out. How would I persist against positive eroding forces if I were not drawing on invisible forces? And patience has a positive tonic effect on others; because of the presence of the patient person, they revive and go on, as if he were the gyroscope of the ship providing stable ground. But the patient person himself does not enjoy it. -- Paul Goodman
The other day I viewed part of a pastor’s message which encouraged believers to be responsible for their spiritual health. He was concerned that believers were being too reliant on their weekly visit to their local church and then blaming the church for not feeding them spiritually. He reminded his listeners that if they were not being satisfied in their spiritual lives, then maybe that was simply the result of their not taking personal responsibility for times of spiritual nourishment the other six days of the week.
“Many of His saints looked upon Him from the gloom of dungeons and from the martyr's flames; yet they never uttered an ill word of Him, but died extolling His surpassing charms. To keep our gaze on the Lord Jesus is noble and pleasant employment. Is it not unspeakably delightful to view the Savior in all His works and to perceive Him matchless in each? To shift the kaleidoscope, as it were, and to find fresh combinations of matchless grace? In the manger and in eternity, on the cross and on His throne, in the garden and in His kingdom, among thieves or in the midst of cherubim, He is everywhere glorious in His beauty.
“Examine carefully every little act of His life and every trait of His character, and He is as lovely in the minute as in the majestic. Judge Him as you will, you cannot censure; weigh Him as you please, and He will not be found wanting. Eternity shall not discover the shadow of a spot in our Beloved, but rather as ages revolve, His hidden glories will shine with even more inconceivable splendor, and His unutterable loveliness will continually ravish all celestial minds."
Devotional material is taken from “Morning and Evening,” written by C.H. Spurgeon, revised and updated by Alistair Begg. Copyright (c) 2003, Good News Publishers and used by Truth For Life with written permission.
I thought about an interesting incident the other day and how we can still be tied to the ways of the past. I was driving around with my sister and niece and was telling them about an orange-breasted bird I had seen moving through the bushes in the back yard. At first I was thinking it was just a robin, but then I realized the bird’s breast seemed to be a bit more orange than a robin’s and I was also thinking that its body was more brown. It just didn’t appear to be a robin.
My sister said it was a Baltimore oriole and I hadn’t thought it might be a female.
And I responded with “I’ll look it up in my bird book when I get home.” My sister said she would look it up as well – and even my niece said she had a bird book, too.