Aren't we blessed to be right in the palm of our Lord's hand! Imagine each and every one of us are there; it must be a crowded place!!! Yet our God is able to see EVERY ONE! Isn't that amazing? =)

When everything else fails, let's not forget that our God is perfect and already knew the very trouble was going to happen anyway! He's using that to mould you into a better child for His use!

Thank You, Brother! Thank You Father! Thank You Lord!

Washing your feet,
JonC

Loving you guys,
JonC

God created all of us, whether big, small, short or tall! =) Do we ever stop to think that He created us in His own image! How special that must be! Just a thought when i saw these two pictures... Think about them...




Both pictures show lavender flowers in the farm. One shows the same colour flowers while the other, rows and rows of various types of coloured lavenders!

Which is more vibrant? Now, imagine the colours of the second picture all mixed up in a garden! What beauty, what vibrancy! In the same way, God made us all in His own image, yet different in our unique way! =)

Once we truly realize we are made in the exact way He wanted, whatever disabilities we have, whatever height we stand, the way we think and solve problems, we can be content because we are made perfect in His eyes.

The face that Moses had begged to see - was forbidden to see - was slapped bloody (Exo 33:19-20). The thorns that God had sent to curse the earth's rebellion now twisted around his own brow...

"On your back with you!" One raises a mallet to sink in the spike. But the soldier's heart must continue pumping as he readies the prisoner's wrist. Someone must sustain the soldier's life minute by minute, for no man has this power on his own. Who supplies breath to his lungs? Who gives energy to his cells? Who holds his molecules together? Only by the Son do "all things hold together" (Col 1:17) The victim wills that the soldier live on - he grants the warriors continued existence. The man swings.

As the man swings, the Son recalls how he and the Father first designed the medial nerve of the human forearm - the sensations it would be capable of. The design proves flawless - the nerves perform exquisitely. "Up you go!" They lift the cross. God is on display in his underwear and can scarcely breathe.



But these pains are a mere warm-up to his other and growing dread. He begins to feel a foreign sensation. Somewhere during this day an unearthly foul odor began to waft, not around his nose, but his heart. He feels dirty. Human wickedness starts to crawl upon his spotless being - the living excrement from our souls. The apple of his Father's eye turns brown with rot.

His Father! He must face his Father like this!

From heaven the Father now rouses himself like a lion disturbed, shakes his mane, and roars against the shriveling remnant of a man hanging on a cross. Never has the Son seen the Father look at him so, never felt even the least of his hot breath. But the roar shakes the unseen world and darkens the visible sky. The SOn does not recognize these eyes.

"Son of Man! Why have you behaved so? You have cheated, lusted, stolen, gossiped - murdered, envied, hated, lied. You have cursed, robbed, overspent, overeaten - fornicated, disobeyed, embezzled, and blasphemed. Oh, the duties you have shirked, the children you have abandoned! Who has ever so ignored the poor, so played the coward, so belittled my name? Have you ever held your razor tongue? What a self-righteous, pitiful drunk - you, who molest young boys, peddle killer drugs, travel in cliques, and mock your parents. Who gave you the boldness to rig elections, foment revolutions, torture animals, and worship demons? Does the list never end! Splitting families, raping virgins, acting smugly, playing the pimp - buying politicians, practicing exhortation, filming pornography, accepting bribes. You have burned down buildings, perfected terrorist tactics, founded false religions, traded in slaves - relishing each morsel and bragging about it all. I hate, loathe these things in you! Digust for everything about you consumes me! Can you not feel my wrath?"

Of course, the Son is innocent. He is blamelessness itself. The Father knows this. But the divine pair have an agreement, and the unthinkable must now take place.