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The Pool of Sorrow is Very Deep

We are told in the book of Isaiah that Jesus was a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief and suffering. We are told in the book of Hebrews that for the joy set before Him, He endured the cross. We are told in Galatians that He became the curse for us, because cursed in everyone that hangs on a tree. In these days, the hearts of children are piercing–even cursing–the hearts of mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, family and friends....

They Rush on the City, They Run on the Wall

This song came to mind today and I listened a number of times. It came to mind as a song I knew and praise-danced to many years ago. My thoughts were also with Psalm 81, and of course, I searched to find where the lyrics of this Hebrew-Messianic sounding song were to be based upon–a part of Joel 2 . ~~~~~ 1 Sing for joy to God our strength;    shout aloud to the God of Jacob!2 Begin the music, strike the timbrel,    play the...

They Couldn’t See Jesus Present in Front of Them

Tonight, several thoughts led me into the passage below. This is a very short post, and I am wondering to myself what was it that kept them from identifying the presence of Jesus when He was right before them. I seem to have an assumption that I’ve gathered somehow over the years that for some reason God prevented them (for some reason) from initially recognizing. But when I read and reflect tonight–and not knowing Greek nor the significance of the...

It is Right to Give Him Thanks and Praise

I was a first-time visitor at a church today that seems to be a unique blend of at least two traditions (or non-traditions) that I’ve had experience with in the past. When I connect with assembled Christians for worship, message and communion, typically for me (and like most believers) we are (or should be) listening and searching for something that personally connects us to Jesus in a deeper, meaningful way. We are looking for some substantive something. For me, it...

Broken.

In the past four weeks the theme of both broken and especially, breaking, has been in the forefront of my spiritual and cognitive contemplations. The week of the end of January/beginning of February felt especially significant. I’m only willing to articulate here the tip of the internal iceberg and summarize that the time period since then has been marked by an intentional cleansing of my home, heart, soul and life of some particular material items that I sensed had representative...