Wednesday, March 31, 2021

A PASSOVER LAMB

Today I want us to go back to the Old Testament and the time that the Israelites were in captivity.  Moses had been called to lead them out from Pharaoh and the Egyptian bondage.  Pharaoh had refused to let them go....600,000 of them.  Plagues had been sent by God--nasty plagues--frogs, locusts, blood.  As bad as these affected the Egyptians (see, the Israelites were not affected by these), still Pharaoh would not allow their release.  Finally, it was time for the tenth plague--the plague of death of the firstborn. 

To me, when I consider this, I can't imagine the horror or living in this time. Trying to comprehend this is right up there of my trying to comprehend how Abraham could have carried Isaac to the mountain to sacrifice.   I read in awe of the instructions given from the Lord to Moses to the Israelite people.  They were to prepare the sacrifice just as he instructed.  

On the tenth day of that month, each household was to take a lamb to sacrifice.  If the household was too little for the lamb, he and his neighbor were to take it.   It was to be a lamb without blemish, a first year male taken from the sheep or from the goats.  Each house was to keep it till the fourteenth day of that same month.   On the evening of that day, they were instructed to kill the lamb.

Instructions were clear that the family were to take the blood from the lamb and strike it on the side posts and the upper door post of their house where the lamb would be eaten.

The Israelites were instructed to roast the whole lamb with fire and eat it all that night, eating it with unleavened bread and bitter herbs. Nothing was to remain from the lamb until morning and if it was, it was to be burned with fire.

It was to be eaten by the people with their loins girded, their shoes on their feet, and their staffs in their hands.  They were instructed to eat it quickly.  It was the Lord's Passover.

The blood on the doorposts was to be a token on the houses where it was put and when the God saw the blood, he would pass over that house.

The Scriptures go on to say that "When your children say to you, What mean you by this service?"  And it says you should say,  "It is the blood of the Lord's Passover, who passed over the houses of the children of Israel in Egypt, when he smote the Egyptians, and delivered our houses."

One thing stood out to me in this reading in Exodus.  It says, "and the people bowed their heads and worshipped."  

At midnight the Lord smote all the firstborn of the Egyptians and a loud cry was heard in that land.

This event was the reason for  the celebration of Passover.  It was a celebration of the Lord's deliverance from Egyptian bondage of the Israelites.  

Consider Passover....



Tuesday, March 30, 2021

THE SIGHTS AND SOUNDS OF PALMS

This past Sunday was the commemoration of what is traditionally called Palm Sunday.  This signifies Jesus' entrance into Jerusalem before Passover.  Covering Palm Sunday on Tuesday on this blog might seem a bit late but just hang with me.  Sunday's coming....

In the Old Testament, the prophet Zechariah prophesied in Zechariah 9:9:

"Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion: shout, O daughter of Jerusalem: behold, thy King cometh unto thee: he is just, and having salvation; lowly, and riding upon an ass, and upon a colt the foal of an ass."

The Gospels of Matthew, Mark, and Luke tell of Jesus instructing his disciples where to find a donkey and instructions to get it and bring to him.  If questioned, they were to say, "The Lord hath need of it."  It happened exactly that way and the donkey was brought to Jesus.  The Scriptures say that the disciples put their cloaks on the donkey and spread them even in the way along with palms as he rode into Jerusalem.

Many ran forward to meet them with branches of palm trees and crying, "Hosanna: Blessed is the King of Israel that cometh in the name of the Lord."  (John 12:13)

So let's think about this.  In the Biblical days, there were no conveniences that we have now.  There were no cars, no phones, no Facebook--nothing to help "word travel fast".  But think about it....it seemed that people had heard about this Jesus and all the good He had done.  How in the world could that have happened with no technology?   Maybe they saw the blind man in the village with his eyes raised to the sun.  Maybe they could see the lame man walking.  Shucks maybe the lame man was one of the ones with a palm leaf!   Everyday people who experience miraculous things LOVE to share their joy!  The sound of the good news of this Jesus had reached thousands and thousands.  

By the same token, "bad" news travels pretty fast, too, and the Pharisees were not happy with all this rejoicing and worship of this Jesus.  I have to pray daily for myself that I don't cater to my Pharisee side.  We all have one, don't we?  And if you are not familiar with a Pharisee, google it.  We have technology today.  :)  I loved the other day when The Girl made a statement that she had to pray for her Pharisee self.  Got me to thinking about my own Pharisee self.

In my study of this, I found that the spreading of garments was an act of submission paid to royalty.  At this Triumphal Entry, Jesus was celebrated as the one who would bring his people out of the captivity of sin.  This big celebration did not bless those Pharisees.   Sights and sounds of joy certainly do not bless deceivers.  

One of The Grandbaby's preschool Easter songs is Ho Ho Hosanna.  She has proudly been singing it for the past couple of weeks.  So on this day, let's share the good news of Jesus.  Ho Ho Hosanna!  

Consider....


Monday, March 29, 2021

A TOUCH

A touch can do many things.  It can get one's attention.  It can comfort one in sadness.  It can soothe fear.  

Considering the life of Jesus while on earth, I find many things that are sad to me.  The fact that he "had no where to lay his head" and the fact that there were many that seemed to really have a hatred for him makes my heart hurt.  On the other hand, I see in his life all the good that he did.  The Scriptures say that everywhere he went, people followed him.  

I wonder if I had lived during the time of Jesus how I would have felt.  Would I have been a believer of all the good he did or would I be a bit of a naysayer?  I see that to many Jesus might have been quite the celebrity.    

One thing that made a difference to many was the touch of Jesus.  I read of the woman who had the issue of blood who believed that if she could "just touch the hem of his garment", she would be made whole.  I read of the blind man who Jesus made to see and the crippled ones that he healed to walk again.  I thought of the touch of Jesus as the little children came to him.  I thought of his "touch" to the wind when he calmed the storm.  And oh to think of the joy of the mother whose child was dead, yet the touch of Jesus made the child to live again.  It's hard to imagine how strong and yet how gentle the touch of Jesus is.  

I would even consider a touch without a physical touch.  Have you ever been "touched" by someone's expression, simply on their face?  Or words they said that caused you to feel their love?  A touch can compass a big area of life.

One of my favorite scriptures tells of a supper in the house of Simon the leper.  It was at a gathering there that a woman (some gospels say Mary, some just say a woman) washed the feet of Jesus, dried them with her hair, and applied expensive perfume.  The four gospels differ in some ways but to me the story is not about who the woman was but the love she showed.  I figure whoever she was, she had to have felt the touch of Jesus at one point in her life.  One of the gospels say she did it in preparation for his burial.  Either way, what a great act of love.   

The Pharisees complained that the expensive perfume could have been sold to feed the poor but Jesus said that the act of this woman would be a memorial to her.  One of my daily prayers is that I would not be as a Pharisee and think myself something.  I pray for humbleness in my life.  I need it!  

The life of Jesus can be pretty confusing and amazing at the same time.  By faith I believe it all.

As you go through you day today, consider the touch of Jesus and what it means to you.

Sunday, March 28, 2021

EVERYTHING

I ordered a new Easter book a week or so ago when I ordered some more goods.  The order came the other day when The Grandbaby was here.  We opened the box.  The Grandbaby loves opening boxes.  I had actually forgotten ordering the book until there it was in the bottom of the box.  It was a beautiful book.  We glanced over each page without reading right then and the artwork was such that it appealed to the younger and the older.  I will tell you that The Grandbaby knows that Jesus died on the cross for our sins and she will tell you so.  When we closed the book, she looked at the front of it.  On the front is a woman (Mary) and hands reaching out to touch her.  The hand you can see has a blood scar on it.  The Grandbaby gently reached out and touched that scar.  Be still my heart!  My eyes got a bit teary as I considered the touch of Jesus to me and The Grandbaby.  He touches me all the time with his Spirit and love!


I think I will begin my "series" of posts as the book began.

Long ago a young man and his pregnant wife sought a place to stay in Bethlehem.  They found a stable. The baby came.  Shepherds came.  Wise men eventually came.  There is no Biblical account during Jesus' young childhood.  I would imagine as my imaginings go that he probably played in the sawdust in his dad's woodshop as his dad was a carpenter.  I can think this as I played in my dad's woodshop as a child as my dad was a carpenter.  The account begins again at age 12 when Jesus disappeared from his family.  He was found in the Temple with the Spiritual leaders.  After that there was no account until he was in his 30's and he was baptized by John.  I haven't looked it up but I believe I am right that the Spirit descended that day as a dove and a voice from heaven said, "This is my beloved Son in whom I am well pleased."

Jesus was a quiet calm teacher, healer, friend, and so much more.  His love is endless.  That's how he is to me but to say it correctly, Jesus is EVERYTHING to me!  Blessings upon blessings upon blessings because I KNOW him and HE knows me.  

Hosanna!  Hosanna!

Consider....

Saturday, March 27, 2021

EIGHT DAYS

My regular blog readers will know that I LOVE Easter!   It is a celebration of the resurrection of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and that is one of the best things in my world to celebrate.  

My regular blog readers will also know that in the past I have tried to write posts every day of the week prior to Easter.  Hopefully this year will be no exception.  My thoughts are still rolling around and I am praying for the right words for such an occasion.  The story of the extreme act of love of Jesus on the cross needs no more need for anything but the telling, but I want to share my heart the upcoming week.

My regular blog readers will also know that I encourage the reading of the Biblical accounts leading up to Easter from each of the gospels during pre-Easter week.  Here is the list to aid that for you.

Jesus rides into Jerusalem.....Matt 21:1-11; Mark 11:1-11; Luke 19:29-40; John 12:12-19

The Last Supper with the twelve....Matt. 26:17-30; Mark 14:12-26; Luke 22:3-39; John 13

Sold out....Matt 26: 1-16;  Mark 14:1-2, 10-11:  Luke 22:1-6

In the Garden....Matthew 26:36-56; Mark14: 32-52; Luke 22:39-53; John 17, 18:1-11

Guilty?.....Matthew 26:57-75; Mark14:53-72;  Luke 22:54-71; John 18:12-27

A Dark Day....Matthew 27:1-66; Mark 15:1-47; Luke 23; John 18:28-42

The Tomb....Matthew 28; Mark 16; Luke 24; John 20

My words these next few days might mirror or repeat some of my thoughts from past years but the story bears repeating....over and over again.

Keep your hearts looking up!  Easter's coming!

Consider....




Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Kitchen Tip

 The Girl has told me for months now she saw on her social media the best way to shred cooked chicken easily.  I listened but kept up with my hand chopping.  I did believe her, just never tried it.  Until now.    It involves a mixer.  See if you find my photos self-explanatory.  





It works for pork also.

I may never hand chop stewed meat again. 

🍲🥘

Monday, February 15, 2021

A DECADE BIRTHDAY KIND OF DAY

I have remarked often about the swift passage of time.  Today is another proof of that.  The Girl has a birthday....number 40.  Happily, even with my now-becoming-a-bit-faulty-memory I can still recall the important specifics of that day.  That day forty years ago was a life changer for The Husband and me, one we never regret and one that has given us more joy than I could ever explain in words.

Our hearts overflow with pride for The Girl who made us a mama and a daddy.  I can speak for The Husband as well in saying that those "jobs" are the best we have ever had.  (I will have to interject here that being the perfect mother-in-law and a neema now hold a close second to that job.)

The Girl is not perfect--no one is--but she is everything we could have asked for.  She's kind, sweet, a loving wife and mother, and a precious child of her Heavenly Father.  She has endured many hard health issues.  She has stayed strong in her faith.  She has ultimate respect of those she knows and meets.  She will probably chuckle when I say she's a bit short on the common sense but that's not anything to worry about.  Loving your Savior, husband, and child is much more important that common sense.    I could list many other good qualities but we could be here all day and we have other things to do today.  

I ordered her a blinking 40th birthday button and after two send backs because of the no blinking, she has neither.  I also ordered her a 40th birthday t-shirt that I was told had a problem during shipping and I would get a credit.  So no button and no t-shirt.  Thanks Amazon. 

Since there are no 40th birthday goods, the best plan is to share some photos through the years.  We ALL enjoy looking at those, don't we?  (Side note:  note the resemblance to a current little girl in our family)

Look at these babies....uh huh, the big ones, too....






This is a vision of a sweet little Baptist girl in her Easter frock in the '80's.  One must have a hat, purse, and patent Mary Jane shoes with bows....


Yes, there was some mischief through the years...


..and her friends, Susie and Amy.  Amy is the one with the injured head.



The Girl will attest to some really bad haircuts her mama insisted on...


I came home one day to find The Husband and The Girl dressed for a Halloween gig....one of my favorite memories of their imaginations....


 

College graduation....and shorter hair which didn't last long.


Then there was the happiness of her own little family....







The Son-In-Law planned a surprise drive thru birthday parade for her this past weekend.  It was well attended in spite of the wet weather.  And yes, she was very surprised and humbled.  That's her personality--humble.


After the parade, they came to eat supper at our house and we gifted her with a birthday gift....her favorite scooter from her childhood.  The Husband found and installed new tires on the scooter.  The Girl was thrilled and took a ride up and down the driveway.  The blurriness of the photos show her speed.




So happy birthday to our sweet girl!  Enjoy a day of celebrating YOU!  

💕

 P.S.  I did find a blinking 40 pin at the local party store so The Girl is wearing it ALL day!



Sunday, February 14, 2021

A HEART KIND OF DAY

Biblically if I am correct, Sunday is the called the first day of the week.  And if I'm wrong, it's not the first time--I'm wrong often.  Unfortunately for me.    In our days around this planet, we call Sunday the last day of the week.  Either way, I'm glad to see Sunday....it's been a hard last couple of weeks in several areas of my life.  I'm going to look at today as both an end to the "hard" and a beginning of an upcoming "easy".  Maybe.  I did ask The Husband this morning as we sat in our recliners to drink coffee and watch our Sunday morning 6:30 a.m. television sermon if it was okay for me to be tired now.  He said it was.  I have so many blog posts that have been in my mind during the so very busy time of the past couple of weeks that I hope I can retain until I have time to share them.   

So this day is the day recognized around the world as Valentine's Day.  People might say one can't remember past Valentine's Days and I will agree with that to a point; however, I think I will always remember the Valentine's Day forty years ago.  The Husband and I sat in our little den after having Italian that I made in our little kitchen and we played a game of Scrabble.  I think that's correct...see even I second guess the things I say I will remember.  Either way, we played something on a board then went to bed.  The next morning, The Girl arrived and joined our family.  That was a BIG Sunday, yes that Valentine's Day in 1981 was on a Saturday.  We celebrated big with that Italian food in the kitchen and Scrabble in the den and not much has changed.  We were happy then and remain even happier now.  It's all in what folks like.

So with all that intro, I just wanted to mention the blessing of love.  The Grandbaby this year is into Valentine's Day and "hauts" (hearts)....yes we will work on her diction as time goes on but right now the "hauts" and the "condusting" (disgusting) will remain.  Too cute.  

Most of my days lately are filled with extreme gratitude for blessings, provisions, and encouragements.  I have had and continue to have the love of The Husband as we travel through various seasons of life and now a new season.  I have the love of The Girl, The Son-in-Law, and The Grandbaby.  I have the love of extended family,  friends who are like family, and the love of a wonderful church family.  Most of all, I have the love of a heavenly Father first and foremost.  

The Grandbaby's parents have been teaching her some Bible scriptures to memorize.  The first one she learned proudly was "Love thy neighbor as thyself."  I asked her after she recited it who her neighbor was.  She mentioned by name the sweet widowed neighbor next door to her.  Then when I asked, "Who else?", she responded, "E'erbody!" 

So on this Valentine's Day, I encourage you to use that verse and love 'erbody....even when they are not lovable.  That's the hard part.  I encourage you to use gratitude for the love you know and feel from others.   Bottom line, I wish you a day full of happy "hauts"!  

💗 💕💖💞💝

Consider....


Monday, January 18, 2021

THE SIMPLICITY OF VINTAGE

 Yesterday at the end of the day, I showed gratitude for a simply nice Sunday.  With all the angst, fears, and uncertainties of the prior week, ending a Sunday in a nice way was a blessing.  As I spent my time last night pondering the day, I found myself learning again some valuable life lessons.  

Church service brought us one of my favorite medleys with those old Baptist songs, some my very favorites.   There's "When the Roll is Called up Yonder", "What A Day That Will Be", and "Until Then".  Granted "Until Then" is much less known by the younger or even middle aged as it is very old but the part in the medley makes me teary eyed every time and speaks to me strong.  In the medley, the songs go from the last line of "What a day, glorious day that will be" (speaking of heaven) and goes directly to "But until then my heart will go on singing.  Until then with joy I'll carry on....until the day mine eyes behold that city...until the day God calls me home."  Teary-eyed.  Every. Single.  Time.  Then The Pastor gave a really good time appropriate message to us to keep looking to Jesus for our help.  

After lunch, The Girl texted and asked if they could come so The Grandbaby could ride her bike on our long cement driveway and of course I consented.  Geez.  Of course.  Her little bike had some issues with the tires so while it was being repaired in our garage, I went to the cellar to get the vintage Big Wheel.  It is 35 years old.  The Girl loved it and I had tried it with The Grandbaby many times but her legs were too short.  Not yesterday.  Her legs were perfect.  Oh my goodness!  She loved it!  A picture is worth a thousand words.



During this time, The Girl found her old scooter in the garage.  This scooter gave her hours of joy when she was younger.  Even though the tires were rotting, it gave her a pretty good time yesterday, too.




After the riding was done, The Grandbaby wanted to play frisbee.  A simple game, but played at our house by an oversized frisbee.  Hours and hours of fun we had with this frisbee in the spring and summer so time again with it was a treat.







We ended the outdoor games with Hide and Seek, another favorite of The Grandbaby.  The best part of that game was her first hiding place.  Take a look.


And yes, The Poppa is wearing sandals.  Brrr....



As I looked over the photographs (and you might tire of them but they help tell my story), I was reminded of the day when I was younger, playing in the yard.  Games like these and Red Rover, Red Rover send Susie right over....and Ain't no boogie men out tonight....statues, tag, the list is endless.  I wonder if the children of this generation will know the joy of these "vintage" simple games.  They can, if we teach them.  

One of my favorite television shows remains The Andy Griffith Show.  The reruns are rerun often and I love them every single time.  One thing I notice especially in this show is the ability of Andy, Aunt Bee, and Opie to calmly sit on the front porch with Andy strumming his guitar, Aunt Bee reading a book and fanning herself (no air conditioning in vintage), and Opie content with whatever he's sitting doing.  Quite a novelty, as I consider my own life.  If I sit and read a book, I'm asleep before the chapter ends.  I think we find ourselves caught up in always "doing something".  Vintage's simplicity teaches quiet relaxing just because.  I would really like to find that again, wouldn't you?  Maybe not on the front porch in the heat of summer with no air conditioning, but you get the idea.  

Take a look at these photos.  Note how much The Grandbaby is growing.  But also see if you see another commonality.  A commonality that, if you saw photos of the adults from my yard yesterday, would be in those photos, too.  A commonality prompted by simplicity....the simplicity of vintage.




Do you see?  Smiles.  Joy.  Contentment.  I'll take that any day of the week!

Consider.....





Monday, January 11, 2021

MONDAY WISDOM

 "Don't let your ice cream melt while you are counting someone else's sprinkles."