A Song to My Lord

“Sing to the LORD, for He has done wonderful things. Make known his praise around the world.” Isaiah 12:5

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Oh Lord my God
In You I find my peace.
Though the world spins off its axis
You, my Lord, are still in control.

Heaven and earth
Reflect Your artistry–
Inky black nights
with stars that shine like diamonds
On a velvet sky.
And through the darkest night
The sun will rise to give us light.

The colors of earth–
Greens and browns
Flowers resplendent–vivid–
Reds and yellows, pinks and blues.

Who beside you knows
The myriad of colors
You’ve taught me to see.

Every ocean and waterway
Churns with life
In depths only You
Can see.

Waves roar out praise,
Yet whisper Your name.

Waterfalls, mighty in power,
Yet they sing to the Creator
Who made them.
Oh! Can you hear them sing?

I wonder, as I look around,
What heaven looks like
And how it sounds.

If all this beauty is in our fallen world.
What colors and textures
Will I see when I arrive above?

And if we on earth worship in spirit and song
How much more magnificent
Will the worship be
At the foot of Your throne?

God of mercy, grace, and bountiful love
You are my peace and joy,
The One I trust.

When You created the colors and sounds,
Speaking into existence
Heavens and earth,
The moon and stars …
While busy with that
You thought of me
And how Your Son would set me free.

“You, Lord, laid the foundation of the earth in the beginning, and the heavens are the work of your hands.” Hebrews 1:10

by Eve Montano












Consider

“Therefore, holy brethren, partakers of a heavenly calling, consider Jesus, the Apostle and High Priest of our confession; He was faithful to Him who appointed Him, as Moses also was in all His house.” Hebrews 3:1

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“I am not your scapegoat! Stop being a victim and blaming me for your problems, and—for goodness sake— stop lying!!!”

Hurt, confusion and a whole lot of anger went into those thoughts. Words and feelings I couldn’t even speak became, “AAAGH!” Tears of bitter disappointment and grief streamed down my face. Grief for the misunderstanding and broken relationship that caused all this.

“Really?”

The word stopped me cold. “Oh no Lord! I am justified in my anger!”

Tears continued to run down my face as I tried to explain my right to be angry. “God I’m done! How can I be blamed for something I didn’t do?” But I couldn’t escape the truth the word ‘really’ represented—it intruded into my pity party, pierced through my heart, mind and spirit.

God—my Savior, Redeemer and, yes, my Scapegoat—had taken my lies, my sin upon Himself, when every word He’d ever spoken was absolute truth. As my scapegoat, He became a victim of hatred, violence and unspeakable pain. He was lied about and judged. But … then the grace of God.

Finally, my tears went from anger to tears of acceptance. Sometimes life is unfair and people will disappoint, blame and lie about you, but Jesus never will. Jesus is our Prince of peace and I’m learning to accept—if I want to live in His peace—I have to put away my anger and hurt. I must love above and beyond what I’m capable of doing on my own, and extend grace to others the way grace was extended to me.

“Really?”

What love and power that one word held.

Hurt and anger tries to flare up now and again and the loneliness for that person sometimes feels insurmountable, but my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ is my peace and comfort. The truth is, anger and hurt cannot reside where Jesus is.

“For consider Him who has endured such hostility by sinners against Himself, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.” Hebrews 12:3

By Eve Montano











Seeking Answers or Abba?

“You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.”
Psalm 16:11 NIV

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The phone rings. It’s just the eye doctor. I send the call to voicemail and surrender to tears.

Please, Father. Give me answers.

It’s court day. I’m waiting to hear if our foster daughter will stay with us for six more months, or if she’ll go back to her biological mother.

I slide my phone over so as not to sob over the screen.

I text a veteran foster mamma, hoping she can predict the outcome. She can’t say for sure. I text another foster mama. Goodness, how about I just throw the question out to my Facebook foster group?

Someone. Must. Know.

God, please. You know. Let me know, too.

And just like that, I was a modern-day Eve—desiring answers more than I desired Abba, my Father in heaven.

Eve had the honor of walking in the cool of the evening with her Father God. She had unimaginable intimacy with the craftsman of her soul. Yet when she was offered the chance to know more—more than the presence of God—she bit.

“When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it.” Genesis 3:6 NIV

Eve traded intimacy for information. Soon after, Eve and her husband “hid themselves from the presence of the Lord among the trees of the garden.” (Genesis 3:8 NASB)

I do the same thing. Most of the time, my appetite to know what God has planned overtakes my desire to walk with Him. When He doesn’t share His plan with me, I run from Him. Sometimes I flee in anger, sometimes in shame, sometimes dragging grief, but always looking for someone else to tell me what the Lord won’t.

The trouble is, the moment we pull ourselves from the presence of the Lord, anxiety rises. We do crazy things (like sew dresses out of fig leaves), and our joy deflates. Because only in the presence of the Lord is the fullness of joy. Only by spending time with Him will He make known the path of life (Psalm 16:11). And, yes, waiting for answers is exhausting, but “those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength” (Isaiah 40:31 NASB).

I turned my phone on silent, closed my eyes, and prayed, “Father, help me to pursue your presence over understanding your purposes. I want you, Abba, more than I want answers.”

I know now that answers, knowledge, even wisdom, do not give peace. Peace is not a revelation; peace is a person. Jesus Christ, the Prince of Peace.

“The Lord replied, ‘My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.’” Exodus 33:14 NIV

By Jenna Masters








































The Comforting Love of a Neighbor

“YOU SHALL LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOURSELF.” Mark 12:31

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Recently a television documentary and a movie on the same subject drew me to research the TV personality, Fred Rogers, a staple of children’s programming on PBS for many years. This man, an ordained Presbyterian minister—a genuinely kind and gentle man—conveyed Christian love and concern to all the children he befriended. He had the gift of making each child, through the TV screen or in person, feel like he was speaking directly to them, loving and accepting them.

When public television, back in 1968, agreed to the then radical idea of a no thrills, low key show that would engage and teach children they are special just the way they are and worthy of love, it was a risky experiment with little hope of capturing many viewers. After a period of airing the show, the broadcasters scheduled a day when children and their parents could come and meet Mr Rogers in person. Rain didn’t keep the masses away. The PBS executives were shocked to see a line of children and adults extending many city blocks, patiently waiting for the chance to shake the hand of the man who had become their beloved friend.

Mr. Rogers taught children how to develop good character traits by example. He had been a sickly child, requiring him to spend much time alone in his room. As a remedy to boredom, he unleashed a vivid imagination, eventually becoming a creative story teller, puppeteer and talented musician. Upon returning to school he was bullied with taunts of being “chubby.” His experiences developed in him an empathy for children (and adults) who were suffering physically, emotionally or spiritually. Gifts born out of pain and loneliness became part of God’s plan to touch the lives of those facing the serious issues of life … illness … divorce … hatred … anger … discrimination … tragedy … loss.

“He comforts us in all our affliction so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.” 2 Corinthians 1:4

I was shocked when footage toward the end of the documentary showed people picketing at Mr Rogers’ funeral, waving signs that said he should burn in Hell for deceiving children to believe they were worthy of love and respect, just the way they were. The sign carriers worried their children would be content with their natural abilities and lack the ambition necessary to compete in the real world. I wept at the injustice—that a kind-hearted, loving and Godly man could be so despised, his character so slandered.

At church recently, listening to our pastor’s sermon, I felt convicted. Even though Mr Rogers was a godly man, he was a sinner—like all of us. Out of love for us, Jesus chose to suffer the penalty of our sins. I felt ashamed at how long it had been since I wept for the horrible injustice Jesus received. As cruel as the treatment Mr Rogers and his family experienced, the crowd didn’t spit on his face, torture him and then watch him die in agony in order to save us from paying the penalty of our sins.

I’m glad I saw both the documentary and the film (with a brilliant portrayal of Mr Rogers by actor Tom Hanks). Both films remind us what happens when society turns its back on God, and Christians are made to feel overwhelmed and intimidated into silence. Everyday we witness those who call evil good, and good evil, but what do we do about it?

To quote Edmund Burke (a British statesman who supported the ideals of our American Revolution), “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”

Holy God … Heavenly Father,
I pray for Your Spirit to empower all Christians to be bold and brave enough to declare the truth of Your Word to a lost world before it is too late. Jesus is our only hope to avoid sinking further into an endless spiral of depravity. We are all in desperate need of the Love, Grace, and Mercy that can only come through Jesus, our Lord and Savior. He stands waiting, not on a rainy street to shake our hands, but at the door of our hearts promising to come in if we will only receive him. Amen.

by Julie Hill

One of the scribes came and asked Jesus, “What commandment is the foremost of all?” Jesus answered, “The foremost is ‘HEAR, O ISRAEL! THE LORD OUR GOD IS ONE LORD; AND YOU SHALL LOVE THE LORD YOUR GOD WITH ALL YOUR HEART, AND WITH ALL YOUR SOUL, AND WITH ALL YOUR MIND, AND WITH ALL YOUR STRENGTH’ The second is this, ‘YOU SHALL LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOURSELF.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:29-31


Come, All Ye Faithful ...

“O come, all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him,
Born the King of Angels;
O come, let us adore Him …” *

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This Christmas Carol was originally written in Latin (Adeste Fideles) by John Francis Wade; but the composer was only partially right. It's not only the faithful that should come because Jesus bids us all to come.

“Come to me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest”. Matthew 11:28

Come you who are faithful, the joy-filled and saved. But also the broken and empty and weary. Come all that are young and old, overwhelmed and light hearted, sinner and saint.

Come my friends because there is room for all.

Expect to be accepted, expect to be loved and expect your life to be forever changed by your Savior.

“The Spirit and the bride say, ‘Come.’ And let the one who hears say, ‘Come.’ And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who wishes take the water of life without cost.” Revelation 22:17

“All Hail! Lord, we greet Thee.
Born this happy morning.
O Jesus! for evermore be Thy name adored.
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.” *

by Eve Montano

* O Come All Ye Faithful
English Christmas Carol by John Francis Wade.
The first rendition appeared in 1751 in Wade’s collection called the Cantus Diversi