Coffee? Tea? Serenity?

Gratui-tea

In His Steps — Posted by cndgsnr @ November 30, 2008 07:23
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Calamitea and serenitea
Egocentricitea and Humilitea
Carnalitea and spiritualitea
Difficultea and simplicitea
Personalitea and Unitea -

A bit from every one,
Steeped so carefully,
The Holy Spirit stirring;
Blending perfectly.

Some He added more,
And some he took away;
Measured with mercy,
As a Potter with His clay.

This cup that was prepared
Was no ordinary brew.
His recipe was unique
Yet, the ingredients I knew.

Quietly I sat to watch -
He wanted me to see -
In each added spoonful
Was a little bit of me.

Through the steeping
And the stirring
And the waiting
And the pouring -

Only one thing I could add
To this little cup of tea
Was a great big spoonful
Of sincere gratuitea.


What are you most afraid of?

In His Steps — Posted by cndgsnr @ November 22, 2008 07:44
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What are you most afraid of? This question was asked of me recently. It was not asked during a conversation meant to bring me to study “self” or the Word. It was asked through one of those copy, paste, remove my answers and replace them with yours emails. It may not have been created for the purpose of examining one’s actions or conscience, but for me it did just that.

Before following the instructions of inserting my own answers, I included a note above the “chart” which said, “Warning - I had razor blades for breakfast.” Having a little fun with sarcasm, I began the task of answering the long list of questions.

When I read this particular question, without much thought, I typed in “hell”. I had fun with the email. I hit the send button. The friend who sent it to me replied to say that she enjoyed fits of laughter as she read my answers. The one to which I answered "hell" stayed with me.

What are you most afraid of? Am I truly “afraid” of hell. Well, I certainly don’t cozy up to the idea of visiting there. I have no plans of going there whatsoever. I have been invited on many occasion to travel there through temptations, but I did not accept them, nor do I plan to.

The thought of my reactive answer made me think of Proverbs 23:7 - For as he thinks in his heart, so is he (NKJV). Well, I certainly didn’t think that I was “afraid” of hell. Maybe it was just diarrhea of the mouth due to the eating of razor blades that morning. Still, the thoughts pressed upon my heart. I prayed, “Speak to me, Lord. Speak to me, Lord. Speak to me, Lord.“

Am I obedient to the Word because I am afraid of hell? There goes those water balloons again. Pow! Splash! Gasp! Oh, dear Lord, I pray not. I realize that hell would be the consequence for living opposite of the instructions of God’s Word, but I pray that my obedience is more out of reverence and love of our Lord.

Dear Lord, assist me as I sincerely attempt to apply my heart to instruction and open my ears (and eyes) to words of knowledge. Help me to be zealous for the fear of the Lord for surely there is a hereafter. Let not my hope be cut off. (My words in prayer as I read Proverbs 23: 12, 17-18 ; (NKJV).


I Can Only Imagine

In His Steps — Posted by cndgsnr @ November 21, 2008 06:38
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Jesus comes to us in many ways here on earth. I have been blessed to be with Him in prayer, in Scripture, in Church, while fellowshipping with other persons, and in those very quiet moments of serenity. It is through those times that it makes me think - I can only imagine what it will be like when I meet Him face to face. (More)

Jesus Rules My World

In His Steps — Posted by cndgsnr @ November 20, 2008 08:00
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Ruler
Psalm 103

Transformed

In His Steps — Posted by cndgsnr @ November 19, 2008 09:43
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I was glad when the noise stopped, but I am also grateful for the noise. It was because of the noise that I came to recognize serenity in a way that I never have before. The kind of serenity so powerful that it made me stop walking, stop talking, stop breathing. In that moment of serenity I felt the presence of Christ. In awe, I was still. I was not able to speak. I was not even able to breathe. (More)

Changes

In His Steps — Posted by cndgsnr @ November 19, 2008 07:49
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Because Christ changes me, I am making a few changes to my blog - doing a little "painting".

Check back again soon.

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Coffee? Juice? Serenity?

In His Steps — Posted by cndgsnr @ November 13, 2008 07:05
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With my father-in-law’s battle with Multiple Myeloma, we have had numerous visits to the hospital. From time to time, someone will tap gently upon the door and offer - Coffee? Juice? I was offered something entirely different. (More)

YOU are WRONG!

In His Steps — Posted by cndgsnr @ November 09, 2008 08:02
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Caught your attention?

Did you immediately become defensive?

If I approached you saying, “You are wrong!”, is there any way that my attempt to edify you would be effective?

If I approached you saying, “You are wrong!”, is there any way that I might convert you to Christianity?

If I approached you saying, “You are a SINNER!”, would I be leading you closer to salvation?

Ephesians 4:29
Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers. (KJV)

Colossians 3:16
Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. (KJV)

Sometimes I want to shout, “You are wrong!” If I did, I would simply be making noise.


I Hear Noise

In His Steps — Posted by cndgsnr @ November 08, 2008 08:07
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1 Corinthians 13:1

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. (King James Version)

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. (New King James Version)

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. (New International Version)

I can study it. I can teach it. I can preach it. I can write it. I can type it. I can draft it. I can publish it. I can say it. I can sing it. I can shout it from the mountaintop. If I do not do it with love, it is simply noise.

I am grieved in the spirit.

I hear noise.


My Day on the Playground

In His Steps — Posted by cndgsnr @ November 07, 2008 19:29
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I paused for a moment, from my study on being grieved in the spirit, to spend time on the playground. Being on the playground caused me to be grieved.  (More)

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