March 26, 2024
(Tuesday of Holy Week)
Hear me, O islands, listen, O distant peoples. The LORD called me from birth, from my mother’s womb he gave me my name. He made of me a sharp-edged sword and concealed me in the shadow of his arm. He made me a polished arrow, in his quiver he hid me. You are my servant, he said to me, Is_49:1-6
“From my mother’s womb,” I was named and called!
Do we feel that calling beloved?
Have we answered it, even in the least?
Have we acknowledged and given the Glory (for ourselves) to God?
To God goes all the glory for the mystery of ourselves, the mystery of His Glory in us!
I am His “sharp-edged sword.”
And it’s not really the “I” that has that power, but God in me.
Are we using that sword to share His Word, to share His Love?
It’s exactly that love that sometimes cuts, just like a sword, between bone and marrow, between pride and humility, between giving and taking, between bitterness and thanksgiving joy, and between heaven and hell. Which have we chosen, beloved? Or is our sword just getting rusty in its scabbard?
All the GLORY to God, for giving us Jesus, and for giving us YOU! For loving and dying and loving some more! Choose life, beloved! Choose Jesus! And choose to give all the Glory to God! Blessed be His name forever!
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Whispers to the Wind 