. . .and dies
Found this puffball near our house and immediately thought of John 12:24. Before the insides of a puffball turn to spores, the insides are spongy like a marshmallow and the outside’s color is creamy brown. But a transformation takes place, the insides become spores that spread in the wind — especially when you encounter one this size with the lawn mower!
The wording of John 12:24 is awkward. Dying is referenced twice — maybe to simply draw our attention to it?
First, in existing “alone”, as the seed falls to the ground and dies; but then, it will bear much fruit should it die. Jesus was preparing the Disciples of His own death: that His dying would grow fruit. What a great symbol for the Disciples to connect to later on when Jesus would be “absent in body” from them. Jesus gave purpose to the next stage for the Disciples to work to bear fruit.
Also there’s a nice symbolism within the imagery of a “seed”. Seeds are edible, beneficial, very healthy foods. The Word of God is edible, sustaining, tasting good.
Maybe you have some thoughts?
There is nothing anyone could say to me that would convince me God does not Love.
No matter who you are: God Loves you.
The highest ruler
the couch potato
an old person
in a boat
walking on land
driving a car
eating green eggs with ham
sit and meditate
throng of a violent storm
in the calm
things working out different
takin’ it easy
or what you have done
as i go this narrow way
a light-full tale attested i say
the publish went round
and back with abound
some followers stop by
‘long the way
Thanks for following -Jeff
In essence, sitting in a church pew is a means of cultivating a deep-seated life with God; and with the people of God.
I go to church — that building we dedicate as Holy — chasing after God: to know Him better.
To be with other Christians in fellowship with each other.
To know God and be known by Him.
And to the people inside I would both receive and imbue.
It works this way:
God supplies all the necessities
elements – carbon, steel, air, and so on
conditions – laws of physics – compression / expansion, equal and opposite reactions, rotational energy, an object at rest tends to stay eat rest unless acted upon by an outside force
tutelage – training, gifts, insights, knowledge, Wisdom
Jesus is the fuel – the gas that makes it go-o-o-o-o
The Holy Spirit is the engine itself – power, gumption,
Comparing Faith can be a good thing
There are different interpretations to the 17th Verse in the 1st Chapter of Romans. Some expound that examining Faith from a point of beginning to where it concludes shows forth Righteousness. I am not held to that interpretation. I like another reading of this verse; one that balances any rendering of Faith to another. Continue reading “Comparison of Faith – Romans 1:17”
The first part of the story had me wondering just how Pastor would use fishing to impart me with wisdom.
“I figure the depth around 4 or 5 feet. The water is fairly clear; not much wind or wave. They’ll get a pretty good look at the lure so I won’t tie on a wire leader.” You could tell we both began cogitating tactics, because there was a little less communication ping ponging from our bow to stern.
The sun slipped behind the high small thinnest of a cloud. It did not take us long to be alongside the weeds, Continue reading “Fishing Story, the 2nd”
Pastor and I used to fish quite often. At times we actually caught fish. Fishin’ when there was time in his schedule; usually on Tuesdays since that was his day off. Suited me. We even named it “Typical Tuesday”.
. . . “Another Typical Tuesday?,” one of us would say and the other would follow,
“How ’bout 6:30? We can try to wake them up as the sun rises.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“I’ll pick you up.”
We always had a great time. Even a little sprinkle did not dampen our spirits. Thunder storms always put a real big K-I-N-K in the plans, though.
Of course when the haul wasn’t too big we would remind each other that, “the active feeding time for catching the most fish would be on Sunday morning.” You know, just the time we were not able to get out on the water because of our impeccable attendance at church.
. . .Kinda wondered if he might “put a line” in a sermon about how many we caught, or more likely, how many we did not catch, which might be embarrassing. Truthfully, I have been relieved that none of this “zero-catch stuff” has been declared from the pulpit for all to hear, and thereto, for all to comment upon whenever the urge might hit them. Usually at inappropriate times as when a person, I will not mention any names, is trying to make themselves look good.
. . . But, I am glad that has NEVER happened to me. . . Continue reading “The Fishing Story”
Verse 3 of Psalm 33 voices musicians to play with skill. Make a note of this! Continue reading “Play Skillfully”
Today I turn 60.
Actually, 60 doesn’t bother me. But the idea that a 70th birthday is less than a dozen years away catches my attention.
I see an Earth that belongs to the Lord in all its fullness! I see a God that set the stage — the Universe — in all of its vastness, splendors, wonders, and I know God made us to question and appreciate it. From all of the supernovas and SMBH’s ( that is, Super Massive Black Holes); down to the dirt beneath our feet and our shoes touching blades of grass. And God made a creature, humans, as like to Himself. Male and female to somehow be like God. Having an intelligence and the ability to question why and how things are. Like a child taking apart a toy watches to see what makes it “tick”; adults still seek how and why.
It’s easy to say that God has been there the whole time. Even times I didn’t realize that He was masterfully crafting people and events: molding me, effecting my internal struggles as I was trying to make sense of life. God who cares for people, all of us, but again singly as the one-and-only individual you are. Remember that during the tough times. God loves you!
In my late teens and 20’s I knew the answers needed for life. Then ambling along in my 30’s, I realized I did not even know all the questions. As time goes on you will see and understand more. Each day is a given blessing with events and happenings to help you to grow. Welcome the growth.
I would tell you younger people to follow your dreams. But do not just fly off on your own, but tether your dreams to reality. And find a confidant or two to share with and obtain guidance from their wisdom.
As you grow older share your experiences and “wisdom”. Seek to be a mentor, although it be tougher than you might passively think it would be. Teach, share the wisdom. Then teach it again. Have patience. Humans are trainable, and we need to guide each other.
Have a Merry Christmas however you celebrate it.
It’s fun to think everybody in the whole world gets a gift on my birthday. 🙂 🙂 🙂
(Not because of me, though).
And a great 2018!