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Follow Me

Palm Sunday reflections

“Come, follow me”, Jesus said, “and I will make you fishers of men.”

Matthew 4:19

fishermenPeter and his brother Andrew dropped their nets and followed the man they considered a prophet and came to know as Messiah.

They followed as He traveled and preached, healed and taught. They listened as they follow Jesusfollowed and learned many things about a Heavenly kingdom that was promised them. They watched as they followed and saw the storms calmed, thousands fed, blind eyes opened and weakened legs regain strength. They followed as the dead were raised to life. They followed for a joyous parade into the city, a tender Passover dinner, a late night walk singing hymns and into a quiet garden for prayer.

They continued to follow, although from a distance, through arrest, a trial, the final sentencing and death.

Did they think that their following days were over? Had they been left adrift and on their own?

Fear, shock, grief ….then three days later…. surprise, joy, the Master had returned!

In His final private instructions to Peter Jesus repeatedly asks Peter if he loves him. Peter answers, “Yes, Lord, you know I love you.” Jesus then repeats what had been said three years earlier:

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John 21:19b

Jesus lays out his final instructions – Peter must follow with love for anything else will fail him.

Two thousand years later we are still called to follow from the day we make that first commitment to the day we leave this earth.

Following, loving, watching and listening to the One who calls us –“Follow Me!”follow 2

 

 


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To Be Led by You

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It’s a simple prayer really

I’m not asking for power or wealth

Not even asking for wisdom or health

Just asking to be led by You

 

Of all the things that I think I need

I just need to ask for eyes that can see

And hands and feet to follow faithfully

And just let me by led by You

 

I wish I could live in a world at peace

But I can’t even find peace in my heart

Feeling in need of a little head start

In just being led by You

 

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then someone else comes along

We’re walking your path and humming your song

Just learning to be led by You

 

There are those days when I dare to think bigger

I ask that the guns be laid down

I ask that a cure for pain be found

I just want to be led by You

 

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War will not stop because of a president’s hand

An executive order won’t heal the land

But only when we let ourselves by led by You

 

So, today here’s what I’ll pray

Lord, take my anger and pride and fear

those things that get in the way and hold me here

And I cannot be led by You

 

Take me from valleys shadowed by doubts

And take me to a shining hilltop place

Where I can run through rivers of grace

And only then be led by You

 

Just let me be led by You.

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a fair question

5096_1197313732195_1677986_nO LORD, what is man that you care for him,

The son of man that you think of him?

Psalm 144:3

A fair question.

Why does God care about us? I know that theologians can (and have) gone on and on about this but the answer is simply that He loves us. I wish I could state it more eloquently. I wish I had the beautifully poetic words that would make the notion of such a love come to life for you. But, honestly, there is no need to complicate things. God is love and He loves his creation.

That’s it – a pure simple truth.

Man is like a breath

His days are like a fleeting shadow

Psalm 144:4

Compared to God’s greatness, we are nothing

He loves us anyway

Our time on earth is momentary

He notices us anyway

Our foolish waywardness has to be frustrating

He shows us a true Way

Our speeches and written words (like this) must be entertaining

He listens anyway

And responds by pointing us to the Word – His Son

Why does He care?

He simply does.

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Extraordinary Love

 

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It was just an ordinary town

on the edge of nowhere

Just a simple, quiet night

that took the world unaware.

She was just an ordinary girl

Frightened of her part to play

He was just an ordinary guy

with a wife and child on the way

But He was no ordinary babe

Lying in that bed of straw

Surrounded by sheep and shepherds

Even kings bowed down in awe

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Under that same old, starry night

Where one star shone out clear

A new mother held her babe

And whispered love into Love’s ear

On this simple, quiet night

He entered our world in this way

From a throne in Heaven above

To a simple bed of hay

Out of ordinary things

Comes a simple mother’s love

Out of ordinary things

Comes extraordinary Love.

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Soar the Heavens

Even though You give us wings to soar the Heavens,

there is still a part of us bound to the rock of earth

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just as a butterfly sips at nectar

and a bird cracks open the seedP1010354

like a hawk searching for his prey

we, too, feed on the beauty around usP1020515

until we have sufficiently grown on any measure to appreciate the beauty of Heaven.

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Even though our souls have wings to soar the Heavens

our bodies belong to the solidity of Earth.

Let my soul sing with the joy of Heaven while my heart struggles with the pain of earth.

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My soul clings to you

Your right hands upholds me.

Psalm 63:8

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Summer Memories

I remember when we ….images (7)

 

Danced and twirled with sparklers in each hand

Round and round ‘til we could hardly standimages (12)

Running barefoot, splashing across the brook

Slipped on mossy rocks ‘cause we just forgot to look

We were too busy watching minnows as they flit through shallow pools

Playing leapfrog and not caring if we look like fools

 

Trips down the shore, a summer’s day planned

seashells in plastic pails, our names in the sandimages (8)

The castles that we built were washed away by high tide

Just as well, we were sunburnt, tired but satisfied

Back home we would run through the water from hoses

As ice pops dripped down our chins and tickled our noses

 

We tried to save every baby bird that fell from its nest

We held nightly firefly catching contestschildhood love

We ran through each other’s yards with secrets to tell

From the time we finished breakfast till the dinner bell

When the smell of lighter fluid and hot dogs roasting

Meant backyard cookouts and marshmallow toasting

 

images (10)We stayed up past bedtime yet woke up at first light

We sang silly songs, built forts and rode our bikes

We played kickball right there in the middle of the street

Picked at scabby knees and splinters in our feet

We walked to the town pool and swam all day

We gathered for the fireworks and marched in parades

 

I think I won a goldfish at a local carnival

I loved to watch the square dancers skirts as they swirledimages (14)

As the fiddler played and us kids tried to learn

The complicated steps of the spins and turns

The Kiwanis Carnival and the Fireman’s Ball

Were summertime traditions for one and all

 

 

 

I remember one summer when sparkler dancing was done

And firefly catching didn’t seem to be quite so much fun

Summer days softly, sweetly started to fade

As much as we valiantly tried to delay

Now I stand on the shore of those childhood dreams

Summer leaves fall and are swept away by the stream

A piece of me goes with them, washed away by the tide

And summer sails off as the years slip by.

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An Alabaster Jar

 

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Did she tilt the jar

And gently pour

Ah, no, broken

Given to the Lord

 

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Perfume was splashed

As freely as

A child’s laugh

 

The jar I have

Is cracked and worn

It’s stood the test

Of many storms

 

But, comes a timedownload (1)

We benefit

from all these cracks

A fire’s been lit

 

It shines through

All the broken places

Its light spills intoheart leaves

Darkened spaces

 

Only now can the Potter

Repair, restore

My fragile heart

To refill me once more.

 

An alabaster jar

We live within

Split wide open

To You given.download

 

 

“where ever the Gospel is preached …

what she has done will be told”

for the Gospel is more than the words

it’s in her eyes, hands, feet and soul.