A river winds and curves, taking the path of least resistance. The water flows seaward, yet it never runs out. Ground water continuously replenishes the river bed. But, where does the ground water come from? Why is the sea water not fit to drink? the world water source is one earth sea. Water flowing in underground seas is filtered by the soil and rocks, in much the same way that we design filters, with rocks and charcoal. So, theoretically, it's all sea water.
I found my poetry magnet set, which was hanging on the fridge before we moved. My son still has several unpacked boxes in his bedroom, and it was inside one of them, which he unpacked yesterday. I enjoy making poems with the tiny magnet pieces, because that really is the essence of writing poetry. You see, prose has no limits or restrictions beyond grammar, and that is not actually binding. But, poetry is beautiful because of the locks and chains around the word choice, the rhyme restrictions, the cadence and meter limitations. All works together to form a puzzle that is like music inside your head. It is because of the resistance that something beautiful is formed, just like a river, where the rocks in the soil force the river to turn first in one direction, then another.
God is a sustainer of souls. This is why when my will was first drawn up a decade ago, I began by bequeathing my soul to God. I think it a lovely acknowledgment of God as both the source of our life and the caretaker of our soul. The idea was not original to me, as I have seen it done in other wills. Psalms 55:22 When we are advised to cast our burden on the LORD, we know that he can very well sustain us. Psalms 23:3 says that He can restore our soul. This brings to mind the ground water from the underground seas. They restore the rivers, much like God restores the souls of the weary. They support, or sustain all life on earth with this fresh water supply. We who are surrounded by oceans of water, are forever limited in our movements upon earth by our ability to tap into the ground water beneath us.
The oceans are, in essence, the overflow. The saturated earth allows the excess to flow off and fill the basins, and it contains the residue of salt unfiltered out by the soil. We, in much the same way, see our bounty of blessings, which God has bequeathed, and which fills the visible basins around us. But, do we see the reserves of blessings beneath us sustaining our souls? Not usually, until we dry out. Then when we face burn out, or trauma, or trajedy, then we reach out and tap deeply into our souls, looking for something living within us. It is often then that we reach God in our struggle for more to fill us.
Go ahead...cast your burdens on the Lord, for He will sustain you... with oceans of mercy.
Surely his salvation is near those that fear him;
that glory may dwell in our land.
Mercy and truth are met together;
righteousness and peace have kissed each other.
Truth shall spring out of the earth;
and righteousness shall look down from heaven.
Yea, the LORD shall give that which is good;
and our land shall yield its increase.
Righteousness shall go before him;
and shall set us in the way of his steps.
A Purposeful Minister who lived and died with reason because He loved me; these two elements of my faith are crucial to how I know Jesus. There is no greater revelation than this in the Gospel. Sure, I can find many more words, and I will. But this is the crux of "the Gospel According to Me." First, it matters to me that He did everything He did: healing, feeding, teaching, dying on purpose. Nothing was accidental, but it was all part of Plan A...His plan. He's in charge and it went as He planned. He had a reason for dying. Second, it all hinged on His love for me. Yes, there you have it...it's all about me. Jesus came for ME. And, I love Him because He first loved ME. I did not know how to love until He loved ME. Only through His eyes that were turned in my direction could I see the world reflected enough to turn my gaze from myself. Otherwise I am a sorry creature.
You see, it is not religion, but a personal thing for ME. I'm not talking about religion per se, but about family. I never had to wonder if I was good enough for God. The sermon that led me to the altar at the age of 14 was titled, "Ragman." The Senior youth Camp Evangelist preached about a God who wanted us no matter how filthy we were.
Isaiah 64:6 But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away. If He had told me Jesus was looking for somebody clean, I would never have gone forward. If he had said I was good enough for Jesus, I would have thought he was lying. I knew what I amounted to, without Jesus. He preached that Jesus came to die for filthy sinners. So, I never have to stop and wonder if God is tired of me. I never have to guess if He thinks he got a bad deal. Instead, I find myself trying hard to make sure He gets something of value out of the deal, simply because I love Him. What can I bring to the table to strike a deal with the God who struck the deal before I arrived at the table? Since that is impossible, I only want to find a gift for Him. There is no gift fit for such a Giver, other than ME. If He gave His all for ME, then I will give Him ME. Your Gospel will be empty if YOU are not in it.
Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so,
Little ones to Him belong, they are weak but He is strong.
Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. The Bible tells me so.
-my favorite song