Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

29 June, 2014

Are You a Disciple?

A few weeks ago in our opening Sabbath worship we read the following paragraphs:

'...Have you ever noticed what followers of Jesus were called in the book of Acts? In our time we typically call ourselves Christians or believers. But something has changed dramatically since Jesus' time. Followers of Jesus were referred to as Christians only twice and as believers once in the entire book of Acts. But they are referred to as disciples many times. In fact the word disciple is used thirty-one times in Acts.

I believe this change is significant. Today we want to know if a person is a believer or a Christian. Our emphasis is on belief. In the early church the word was disciple, and their emphasis was on following. They patterned their lives after Jesus. They wanted to imitate His life, to walk in His steps, to live as He lived. We have a tendency to reduce Christianity to a system of beliefs. We stress theology and correct doctrine. The early disciples talked about suffering with Him and dying for His name. Theology is important, and what you believe about God is foundational to your Christian walk. But God never intended for theology to be an end in itself.' Charting a Course in Your Youth by Gary Miller, page 73

'The pagan and religious cultures surrounding the early church were looking for answers. They had listened to endless debate and philosophy. There were arguments explaining the superiority of one religion or philosophy over another. But why did Christianity alarm religious and government leaders and sweep across the Roman Empire so rapidly? “These people are turning  the world upside down!” protested the authorities of the day. What was so different about Christianity?

I think the first answer to this question is simply the resurrection. Christianity had life! But there is something else about those early disciples we would be wise to take note of. They were men and women of action. They were willing to follow Jesus, regardless! Many of them lost their families, their friends, and their finances. They were willing to live radically different lives, and the world sat up and took notice.

Today we wonder why we have no power. We don't understand why our attempts at evangelism yield so few sincere converts. But I believe we, like the early disciples, live in a world that is waiting – looking for men and women who are so dedicated and consecrated to the teachings of Jesus that they are willing to live them out. The world is looking for disciples, not just believers.' Ibid, page 76

This prompted us to study about disciples deeper. What were the characteristics of the early disciples, those that turned the world upside down?

Firstly, what is the definition of a disciple? The dictionary says a disciple is 'a follower, learner, student, pupil, of a teacher, leader of philosophy; taught and instructed.' Disciples are people who believe in a certain person or thing, and then act upon it – live out their faith. They are those that talk the talk and walk the walk.

We went through every reference in the Bible concerning disciples, and wrote down some of the points they showed us about the early disciples – mostly those mentioned in Acts.

The disciples...

...knew the Bible
...had the law and testimony
...heard and were obedient
...were not legalistic
...asked when they didn't understand, and persisted in knowing the truth
...were not afraid to obey even when it meant going against the flow and being criticized
...followed Jesus and went with Him everywhere
...were devoted and loyal to their Master, and concerned for His welfare
...willingly helped their Master, not even stopping with the dirty work
...were not above, but as, their Master
...were rebuked and instructed
...went to Jesus in times of trouble; He was their 'go to'
...were still human and not perfect
...didn't know everything, and they doubted and forgot
...had access to God's power, and marveled and were amazed at His doings
...were noticeably different from everyone else
...were joyful, and compassionate
...were persecuted, but multiplied
...were called to the marriage feast


So are we disciples, or just believers? Do we know and obey the Bible? Do we follow Jesus to the uttermost, not stopping at anything? Do we go to our Master in times of trouble, when we need help? We have access to God's power too – do we use it? Do we rejoice? Are we happy? Can others see that we are different? Are we multiplying?

We are called to the marriage feast, too. 'And both Jesus was called, and his disciples, to the marriage.' (John 2:2) Will we answer the call? 




13 October, 2013

Don't Waste Good Problems!

Would I could bring the vision closer, nearer,      
And give to you a glimpse of what is mine,
Teach you to know that earth’s most cruel affliction
Is not beyond the hand of Love Divine.        
                                                                                -Oswald J. Smith


‘And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose.’  Romans 8:28 


All things work together for good. All things. Earth’s most cruel affliction is not beyond the hand of Love Divine. God doesn't just help us get through tough times, He brings good out of them. I always thought this ‘all things working together for good’ meant  that the good that would come out of a trial or disappointment would be some kind of earthly good, like some visitors, or a new friend, book, computer, etc, or maybe getting to go on a holiday to the beach, or something like that. But last weekend we were learning about rejoicing through trials and disappointments because God uses them to help our characters grow. So the good that comes out of our trials and disappointments may not be finding a new skirt at a bargain price, or getting to go somewhere or to see someone- it might be of course, those things are good too- it might be just to improve our characters; make them more fit for heaven. 

Part of our study last weekend about rejoicing in trials, included some stories of a man who was a missionary in New Guinea. He faced a lot of trials. But he realized that God was strengthening his character through these trials, and giving him opportunities that otherwise, he never could have had. He concluded his sermon by saying ‘Don’t waste good problems!’ Because every time God sent him a problem to teach him a lesson, and he didn’t respond to it correctly, God would send him another one! If we want to improve our characters, we need to make good use of those problems! God uses them for our good.

 He also suggested that instead of saying good bye to our friends by saying ‘Have a good day!’ we should say ‘Don’t waste good problems!’  So, don’t waste good problems! Make sure you get every bit of good you can out of them!






















29 August, 2013

A Little Bit of Life O' Late...

The first day of August 2013. This year is going really fast. Has anyone else noticed that? Or at least it was the first day of August when I wrote that. Now, it's almost the first day of September. I've been neglecting this poor little blog a bit of late. (I know I just posted the other day, but it  was a guest post, and they don't require any thought from me. So if you want to do a guest post...:D) But the problem is I'm currently not really inspired to write anything... and that is a problem. But maybe, I'll be able to conjure something up... Or random somethings...

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Here is a poem I discovered the other day. I just thought it was so true of many people today...and me too. Not wanting to give up something in order to help others. And also how that by refusing to share what they had, they lost all; they all died. I expect in the end if we do the same we'll reap the same results...

The Cold Within

Six humans trapped by happenstance
In bleak and bitter cold;
Each one possessed a stick of wood,
Or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first man held his back;
For of the faces round the fire
He noticed one was black.

The next man looking cross the way
Saw one not of his church,
And couldn't bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes;
He gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store,
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black man's face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight;
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

The last man of this forlorn group
Did nought except for gain.
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

Their logs held tight in death's still hands
Was proof of human sin.
They didn't die from the cold without,
But from the cold within.


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 It's still August, and we're still having frosts, and we've had some wet and windy weather these last few weeks, but spring is coming. I can tell spring is coming. Here is how I can tell spring is coming:




There are flowers coming out...


...there are vegetables ripening...


...there are buds on the fruit trees...


...and there are sunny days... (Okay, winter has sunny days too...) 

I can tell spring is coming by the signs. It's the same with Jesus' second coming. We can tell it's getting closer because of the signs we can see all around us. 

'But when ye shall hear of wars and commotions, be not terrified: for these things must first come to pass; but the end is not by and by. Then said he unto them, Nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and great earthquakes shall be in divers places, and famines, and pestilences; and fearful sights and great signs shall there be from heaven.' Luke 21:9-11 

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Well, you wouldn't believe it I know, but last week I turned sixteen. I had been thinking about the fact that I was turning sixteen for months before it actually happened. See, I figured turning sixteen was a pretty big step (I now think otherwise) so I wanted to do something special. I wanted to celebrate. But I didn't know how or where or what. I really had no idea what I wanted to do. Ideally of course, I would have all my friends over. But that is quite impossible. So, I decided that it would be fine to just do 'nothing.' Then we learned some people we had recently met were having Bright Lights on my birthday. (Bright Lights is basically a meeting for girls where we study/talk about a particular topic, with an older girl leading. We also sang, and memorized scripture.)  I wasn't sure if I wanted to go or not... meeting new people...spending the day with people I hardly knew...and it was one of the other girls birthdays too and they were having a surprise party afterwards for her...so I thought that might be a bit awkward... (Partially because I had made some biscuits for the occasion, and they did not turn out how they ought to have.) 

But we went. :) And honestly, it was the best birthday I can remember having, and sooo much better than anything I had imagined. We had the Bright Lights meeting and that was good. But it didn't stop there. :) After, we had afternoon tea (or some of us did anyway), then we did a photography scavenger hunt which was really fun, and then by the time we talked and played around a bit, it was dinner time! So we stayed for dinner and talked some more, and then left. Rather, reluctantly left. It was so good. I just felt so blessed! It was so much more than I'd imagined. 

Also, a few weeks before my birthday we bought an expensive 'tool', that was to be part of my birthday present. So I was seriously not expecting any presents. But.. my family still gave me some gifts! I was honestly surprised, and that just made things all the better. And, I dare say, I received the most birthday cards I can remember too. Now... this is not to prove how popular I am. It is to prove how blessed I am. I'm just feeling so blessed of late I had to share. And these birthday blessings were a good place to start. :) 

It reminds me of this verse: ...and prove me now herewith, saith the LORD of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.'  (Malachi 3:10) 

It also reminds me of the things I have been reading lately. 'Elli: Coming of age in the Holocaust', which I posted about here, and since then I have read another book 'Tears of the Rain.' It tells the story of an American family who went to Liberia, Africa, as missionaries for a couple of years. The things described in this book, the way the people live over there, starving, living in shacks built out of whatever they can lay there hands on, of the wars they have lived through and the horrible things they endured, of the orphanages filled with starving, sick and dying children, whose parents died in the war... It says to me yet again, I, we, have so much. We are so blessed. We live in comfort, have families to call our own, and eat as much as we please. (Or I do anyway.:P) We need to realize how blessed we are, like Shanna quoted Ellen White as saying in the previous post, we've nothing to fear except as we forget the way the Lord has led/blessed us in the past. 

So, how has God been blessed you of late? 

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Anyway, I think that is the end of my random somethings... I hope you were encouraged somehow. :) And don't forget that you are blessings to me too. :) 




'The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholdeth him with his hand.' Psalms 37:23-24  

My current favourite verse. :) 






29 July, 2013

Let You Heart be Broken.

Sometimes I see something that touches my heart. Like this photo. (There are many more. Take a look at my 'Touch my Heart' board on Pinterest. )


It makes me think,  How can I help? What can I do to help them? I have so much in comparison. I live with my family in a nice home, I have plenty of clothes to wear, always something to eat and drink, and always shelter, warmth, and love. I am blessed. Now...how can I share what I have? I don't know. I really don't. But I found this song yesterday that really summed up all my thoughts. 

'Let Your Heart be Broken.'

Let your heart be broken for a world in need:
Feed the mouths that hunger, soothe the wounds that bleed,
Give the cup of water, and the loaf of bread-
Be the hands of Jesus, serving in His stead.

Here on earth applying principles of love,
Visible expression - God still rules above -
Living illustration of the Living Word
To the minds of all who're never heard.

Blest to be a blessing, privileged to care,
Challenged by the need - apparent every where.
Where mankind is wanting, fill the vacant place.
Be the means through which the Lord reveals His grace.

Add to your believing deeds that prove it true,
Knowing Christ as saviour, make Him master too.
Follow in His footsteps, go where He has trod:
In the world's great trouble risk yourself for God.

Let your heart be tender and your vision clear:
See mankind as God sees, serve him far and near.
Let your heart be broken by a brother's pain;
Share your rich resources, give and give again.
                                                                  -Bryan Jefferey Leech


The tune of this song really adds to it as well. But I can't find it on YouTube, so you'll just have to use your imagination. Think slow, minor, passionate. After reading and singing and pondering this these words, I added to them:

'Lord, this song has touched my weak and wand'ring heart,
I am willing, waiting, help me do my part.
Teach me of Your ways, and give me of Your love,
May I spend my life preparing for above.' 





17 June, 2013

God is at the Anvil...

This is a poem I read in my Literature schoolbook recently. For some reason I just really liked it. So much so, that I am actually memorizing it. It is describing a sunset...


God is at the anvil, beating out the sun,
Where the molten metal spills,
At his forge among the hills,
He has hammered out the glory of a day that's done.

God is at the anvil, welding golden bars,
In the scarlet- streaming flame,
He is fashioning a frame,
For the shimmering silver beauty of the evening stars.
                                                             -Lew Sarett


23 April, 2013

No Place like Home


'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, 
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.' 
                                                                               - John Howard Payne

We have just been away for almost four weeks, and while holidays are great, and catching up with friends is great, there is no place like home.


                        Home to...
...clear blue skies...

  ...clouds and trees...

                ...my beautiful pet sheepies...this is Harry... 

 ...and this is Harry again...isn't he cheeky?

              ...my sister's pet sheep...named Obadiah...

                ...my brother's pet sheep...named Hosea...

                                                                     ...another of my pet sheepies...named Jumbo...

                                                                                       ...back to autumn leaves....

                                                                  ...and pumpkins ready to pick and eat.




'God gave all men all earth to love,
But since our hearts are small,
Ordained for each one spot should prove,
Beloved over all.'
                                        -Rudyard Kipling



More Value than Many Sparrows


I am alone in the kitchen wiping dishes. It is all quiet and still, except for the noise of me picking up and setting down the dishes. I look out the window. Right in my line of vision is a water tank. Its top is shaped in such a way that it will hold a little pool of water. Some gray birds, with yellow beaks and beady eyes, are having a great time playing in the water. I can see them standing around the edge. All of a sudden they jump in, and all I can see is water splashing everywhere. Then they reappear and shake themselves dry. They do it again and again. Some of the more adventurous birds hop onto a branch of the partially overhanging bush and dive in, headfirst. More splashes. More birds shaking themselves dry.

In the bush behind the tank I can see some parrots. They are eating the yellow flowers on the bush. Their bright green, yellow, and red feathers stand out amidst the dull green bushes around them. I watch as they walk along a branch, which bends with their weight. Then they bend over and nibble at the flower. Suddenly they fly away, screeching all the while. I wonder why they make so much noise. Surely if they don’t want something to get close to them making noise is not a good way to keep hidden. Then it occurs to me that that is their way of warning anyone who will listen that there is danger.

Just observing these little spenders of God’s creation, so well coloured, so unique, so interesting, reminds me of a song:

I see the sunrise, reflecting off the dew,
The tiny prisms, sing out a song of You,
I see the river, a washing up with spray,
All nature worships, the One who made the day.

So here’s my song to thee, O God of majesty,
Though I can’t even sing, like a lowly sparrow,
My trembling voice I raise, I want to join the praise,
I lift my joyful soul, the one that You made whole.

The crash of thunder, resounds across the hills,
An awe of you Lord, within my heart instills,
The vibrant meadow, aglow in violet bloom,
May I reflect them, whose simple theme is You.

So here’s my song to thee, O God of majesty,
Though I can’t even sing, like a lowly sparrow,
My trembling voice I raise, I want to join the praise,
I lift my joyful soul, the one that You made whole.

Just simple harp strings, brought forth a melody,
The little shepherd, he sang his song to Thee,
No symphony to sing, just a song on silver wing,
O Lord, how lovely, the humble song to thee.

So here’s my song to thee, O God of majesty,
Though I can’t even sing, like a lowly sparrow,
My trembling voice I raise, I want to join the praise,
I lift my joyful soul, the one that You made whole.
                                                                                                       -Machela Toews

If God put so much thought into creating these winged wonders, with their shapes and sizes, their interesting habits. If He knows all about them, and cares about them, so much so that he knows when even one of the tiniest ‘worthlessest’ birds fall to the ground, how much more is He going to care for, to look after, to love, you and me, human beings, who are made in his own image?

Luke  12:6,7   Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.


17 March, 2013

Between Here and Sunset...


Between here and sunset, there’ll be rivers to cross,         

The wind may beat ‘round me, my ship may be tossed.
But the Pilot that’s guiding my vessel can see,
Between here and sunset just what’s waiting for me.

And He’ll hold back the sun if the need should arise.
If the mountains to steep, He’ll just lower the skies.
He’ll exalt every valley, when they’re too rough and steep,
And between here and sunset God will take care of me.

As sure as the years number thousands and more,
And as sure as the sand lies to rest on the shore.
Just as sure as the clouds roll the rain from the sea,
Between here and sunset He’ll take care of me.

And He’ll hold back the sun if the need should arise.
If the mountains to steep, he’ll just lower the skies.
He’ll exalt every valley, when they’re too rough and steep,
And between here and sunset God will take care of me.




And between here and sunset God will take care of me.
                                                                                            -Dottie Rambo