Whom Will Ye Serve?

 

 

CASESAR’S friends? or friends of Jesus?
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Friends of Caesar! Friends of Jesus!
Take your sides without delay.
If ye pause for man’s forbidding,
Caesar’s friendship ye secure;
If ye do the Father’s bidding,
Scorn, reproach, ye shall endure.

Friends of Caesar! Friends of Jesus!
Stand revealed! your choice declare!
Who in truth two masters pleases?
Who may rival banners bear?
Jesus’ friends account Him precious,
Lose for Him all other gain:
Dearer far the smile of Jesus
Than the praise of worldly men.

Free from Caesar, friends of Jesus!
Stand in phalanx! never fear!
Love, severely tried, increases;
Courage yet! The Lord is near!
Onward still, His name confessing,
Weaving crowns to grace His brow;
Lo! His hands are full of blessing,
Lifted for your succor now.

Caesar’s friends were we, but Jesus
Owns us for His friends to-day!
What! Shall rival friendship please us,
While the Bridegroom is away?
No! through grace would we surrender
Caesar’s things to Caesar’s care,
whilst to God, our God, we render
Filial homage, praise, and prayer.

 

Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him — 1 John 2:15

Help Yourself To Happiness

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seeks happiness, it’s true,
But finding it and keeping it
seem difficult to do.
Difficult because we think
that happiness is found
Only in the places where
wealth and fame abound.
And so we go on searching
in palaces of pleasure
Seeking recognition
and monetary treasure,
Unaware that happiness
is just a state of mind
Within the reach of everyone
who takes time to be kind.
For in making others happy
we will be happy, too.
For the happiness you give away
returns to shine on you.

Helen Steiner Rice

 

“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Luke 12:34

Keeping Everything Together

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So keep them together
And let all enjoy

The remedies of blue
And the vision of hope
For this is how
You can learn to cope
With the trouble’s of life
That are on the way
So greet with smile
Each new day.

Seema Chowdhury

If We All Understood

But the LORD said to Samuel, “Do not look at his appearance or at the height of his stature, because I have rejected him; for God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.”  1 Samuel 16:7

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That surround each other’s lives,
See the naked heart and spirit,
Know what spur the action gives—
Often we would find it better,
Purer than we judge we would;
We would love each other better
If we only understood.

Could we judge all deeds by motives,
See the good and bad within,
Often we would love the sinner
All the while we loathe the sin.
Could we know the powers working
To o’erthrow integrity,
We would judge each other’s errors
With more patient charity.

If we knew the cares and trials,
Knew the efforts all in vain,
And the bitter disappointments—
Understood the loss and gain— ​
Would the grim external roughness
Seem, I wonder, just the same?
Would we help where now we hinder?
Would we pity where we blame?

Ah, we judge each other harshly,
Knowing not life’s hidden force;
Knowing not the fount of action
Is less turbid at its source.
Seeing not amid the evil
All the golden grains of good,
Oh, we’d love each other better
If we only understood.

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The Spiritual Journey

LOVE is what we are born with.
Fear is what we learn.
The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear
and prejudices and Image result for spiritual journey
the acceptance of love back in our hearts.
Love is the essential reality
and our purpose on earth.
To be consciously aware of it,
to experience love in ourselves and others,
is the meaning of life.
Meaning does not lie in things.
Meaning lies in us.


~ Marianne Williamson

Good Friday

God’s Son came to earth’s abode

On Calvary He shed His blood.

Once the Sacrifice was complete

Death He’d have to defeat.
For man His life He gave.


Resolved that sinners He’d save.

Ideally was God’s plan displayed,

Dutifully the Son obeyed.

Anguish and pain He would endure

Yet victory He’d lovingly procure.

James Martin

Enjoy Life

Life’s too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
Live life the way you want it to be.
Live it to the fullest, feel free!

Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the colors of a rainbow.imagesZHGH5XS4Live as far as the clouds can go.

Never waste it with worthless doubts and fears,
With insecurities and useless tears.
Remember that what couldn’t tear you makes you strong.
Put away frustrations, sing your own song!

Believe in what you can do.
The world is round; it’s all up to you.
Think fast, act now!
Time is gold; it couldn’t be renewed.

Value experiences, learn from mistakes.
Improve for the better, live for others.
Do what is right and what is best.
Always be yourself, unique from the rest.

Laugh as if there’s no tomorrow.
Dance as though you’ll never get through.
Love with all your heart and soul.
Sing like you’re on the top of the world.

Forget the money, the root of all evil.
Treasure your loved ones; you’re blessed they’re still here.
Strengthen your faith, live with God.
The best things in life are for free, so why not?!

~Mae

 

 

The ONE Loaf


1 COR. 10:17.

THE twilight hour, when all the world doth dream,
I stand amid
The ripening grain, the ripples, like the bosom of
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Beneath the evening breeze. I pluck, and idly hold
within
My hand, one golden ear, the while in swift succession
pass
Strange visions of the olden time: I see a threshing-
floor,—
The wheat by wooden flail bereft of chaff and shining
husk.
The scene is changed: I see a woman grinding at
a mill,—
Between the upper and the nether stones the grain is
crushed
Until no semblance of its former state remains, but
each
Is merged into one common whole,—a coarse and
homely meal.
Another picture,—mixed with water and with salt
a loaf,
Or flattened cake, is formed and laid upon the glow-
ing coals.

And as I gaze my thoughts are lifted to a higher
plane;
I see “the members of His body,” like the golden
grain,
Denuded of their glittering robes of earthly pride and
fame;
The upper and the nether stones of life’s vicissitudes
Are slowly, surely, grinding rich and poor, the high,
the low,
Into one common-union,—heart and mind, and zeal
and love;jk
With purifying salt, life-giving water of the Word,
The mass is being drawn and held and moulded in
“one loaf.”

Ah, then, beloved, when we drink of that memorial
cup,
And eat the symbol of His flesh, let us partake with
joy,
Nor marvel if we need that strange, transforming
power of fire,
Ere we are counted worthy to be like our Lord and
Head,
And “broken” that a hungry, fainting, dying world
be fed!

Go, Labor On

Go labor on; spend and be spent,—
Thy joy to do thy Father’s will;
It is the way the Master went;
Should not the servant tread it still?

Go, labor on; ’tis not for naught;
Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;

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The Master praises—what are men?

Go, labor on; enough, while here,
If He shall praise thee—if He design
Thy willing heart to mark and cheer;
No toil for Him shall be in vain.

Men sit in darkness at thy side,
Without a hope beyond the tomb;
Take up the torch and wave it wide,
The torch that lights the thickest gloom.

Go, labor on; thy hands are weak,
Thy knees are faint, thy soul cast down,
Yet falter not; the prize we seek,
Is near—a Kingdom and a crown!

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Amen, Amen

I CANNOT say,
Beneath the pressure of life’s cares today,
I joy in these;

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But I can say
That I would rather walk this rugged way,
If Him it please.

I cannot feel
That all is well when dark’ning clouds conceal
The shining sun;
But then I know
God lives and loves; and say, since it is so,
“Thy will be done.”

I cannot speak
In happy tones; the tear-drops on my cheek
Show I am sad;
But I can speak
Of grace to suffer with submission meek,
Until made glad.

I do not see
Why God should e’en permit some things to be,
When He is love;
But I can see,
Though often dimly, through the mystery,
His hand above.

I may not try
To keep the hot tears back; but hush that sigh,
“It might have been;”
And try to still
Each rising murmur, and to God’s sweet will
Respond—”AMEN.

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