NATURE SINGS HIS MAJESTY

                    Nature sings His majesty
                    From snow laden trees
                    To pastures green
                    To crashing waves of foamy seas

                    Nature sings His majesty
                    From skies of brightest blue
                    To darkness of moonless night
                    To freshness of morning dew

                   Nature sings His majesty

                   From endless grains of sand

                   To mountains regal heights

                   To canyons carved through land

                   Nature sings His majesty

                   From babbling brooks

                   To rock strewn hills

                   To forest paths of innate crooks

                   From shifting desert floors

                   To river, ocean, sea

                   All creation joins as

                   Nature sings His majesty

                                       Shirley S. Jerome

                                       Copyright 2011

                 

To Transcend Time And Choose

Have you ever taken your status in life and transcended time to walk the streets of Jerusalem when Jesus was there? Just as you are today, what would you have been then?

I've thought about that many times. As I am considered middle class American, what position in society would I have held at the time? I see myself as a simple peasant, one of the multitude who sat listening to His teachings. As I had a hunger for God even as a child, I would not have been able to resist hearing what this Man had to say. Being the mother of three, I would have taken my children with me ( which would have proven a challenge with the third, a rambunctious little boy). Would Jesus have noticed that my little one was becoming a distraction? Surely the disciples would have noticed. Would Jesus have taken my child upon His knee & kissed his auburn hair? Would He have drawn my girls to His side to look lovingly in their faces? This is the dream I have if I could walk those streets when Jesus was there. For I know this would have changed not only my life, but the lives of my children.

But there is also another choice I would have had. As a wife & mother, I would have had no time for storytellers. I would have thought it foolish to expect three young children to sit for such a period of time. Although there may have been some interest kindled within me about this Man & the claim that He was the Messiah, I would have pushed it aside and went on with my daily chores. Forever missing the blessing of hearing & believing.

It's a sobering thought. To choose to let Him change you or to remain as you are. Either way will have an impact on the lives of your children. Either way will mean death. Yes, that's right. To choose to follow Him condemns you as it did Him, but with the promise of eternal life. To choose to remain as you are, insures your death & condemnation for eternity.

Transcend time & make your choice.

To Shatter The Earth

Wondering what to really write about tonight. Nothing earth-shattering happening. Is that good or bad? I guess it would depend upon what was shattering my earth. Should there be anything shattering my earth?
That's an interesting, complex question, isn't it? I think the better question would be, am I doing anything to shatter the earth?

Does God expect me to be sharing His Gospel in such a way that it would shatter the earth? Can you imagine just how earth-shattering it would be, if every Christian was sharing the Gospel every day, every where they went? What holds us back? Actually, what holds me back? Fear of being ridiculed? You would think at my age that would be of little concern. Fear of confrontation? Certainly Christ will give me what I need to say when I need to say it. Fear of offending someone even if I share in a caring way? Christ Himself was considered an offense, therefore I am to be willing to also be an offence. I'm not talking about being obnoxious, but straight forward.

I feel that I am a pebble bouncing on the ground instead of the boulder crashing through the thicket. The boldness I need escapes me. Yet, it was a stone that slew the giant.(I Sam 17:49)  It is a small helm that turns the ship.(James 3:4)  It is a soft answer that turns away wrath.(Prov 15:1) Could a pebble possibly shatter the earth? If guided into the right position and with a mighty force behind it, I believe it could. Is there any better guide than Christ? Is there any greater force than our God? So, Lord, take this pebble and hurl it forth with your mighty right arm that it may shatter the earth with the message of You.