Archives for posts with tag: Jesus

Image John 20:11 –  “But Mary was standing outside the tomb weeping; and so, as she wept, she stooped and looked into the tomb;”

For the past several weeks I have been doing a Bible Study through my church. The Bible Study in question is Beth Moore’s ‘James: Mercy Triumphs’. What I am about to write about really has nothing to do with the book of James, but rather a comment made by Mrs. Beth Moore that really resonated with me. In fact, I haven’t stopped thinking about it.

In the video session, We were discussing James 1:25, which says, “But one who looks intently at the perfect law, (A)the law of liberty, and abides by it, not having become a forgetful hearer but [b]an effectual doer, this man will be (B)blessed in [c]what he does.” Where it says “one who looks intently”, in the original Greek the same word is used to describe how Mary M “stooped” to look into the tomb. Beth Moore refreshed our memories about Mary at the tomb so that we could have a good word picture of what it looks like to be one who “looks intently” at Scripture. What she said next really, impacted me. Beth then made a conjecture (this is just her conjecture), that perhaps the reason Mary stood weeping and peering in to the tomb, was not necessarily out of mourning, but out of fear. Perhaps Mary Magdalene was afraid that with Jesus “gone” that people would only ever remember what she had been delivered from, rather than what she had been delivered to.

WOW!!!! Just saying it again blows me away. Seriously, she blew my mind. Instantly, I began to marinate on the power of what she had just said. Is it just me? Or does anyone else get the significance of that? My heart was instantly under conviction. So many times I have shared my testimony with others and it has been all about who I once was – in essence it has been all about me. Without even meaning to and with the best intentions I have told people about all that I had been delivered from and the problem is that the focus is not on what I have been delivered to. My testimony has been, “Look at me!!!! I’m not like this anymore!!!”, rather than, “Look at Him! He’s always the same! He never changes, but praise God by His power and might, we can.”

My focus has been more about from where I’ve come. I have willingly chosen to allow people to know/remember me based on what I was delivered from. To Mary Magdalene, a harlot, demon-possessed woman, it was less about her and more about the Man whose love covered over all of that. She had been delivered to a wonderful, merciful Savior. She had been delivered to a life of freedom, a life that was bigger than she was and a hope that was eternal. She wanted people to remember Him – not who she once was and was no more.

Maybe I am the only person that statement will ever impact, but I doubt it. I hope and I pray that from this day forward that I will remember that “my testimony” is not MY testimony at all, but it is His. Where I am now is less about who I was and more about Who He is and He is what I should be sharing with others.

Click on the website below. This blessed me beyond measure. Hope it blesses you too.

 

http://www.godvine.com/10-Year-Old-Boy-with-Autism-Sings-Open-the-Eyes-of-My-Heart-1041.html

 

 

The sadness seems to have hit me right between the eyes. These songs I find so encouraging and comforting. It is a great thing to know that God is with me, for me and He can consume the sadness and grief that consumes me. I take great joy in it. Hope in Him is what fills me and keeps me pressing on and forward. This sadness is but a moment and fleeting.

While pain is always pain and by very definition hurts, I am so glad that there is no road so painful that God won’t walk it with me. One of my favorite passages is Psalm 139. Of course, I love the standard, (vs. 13), “For you formed my inward parts; You wove me in mother’s womb.”, but my favorite part of the passage is one I feel is overlooked.

Psalm 139: 7-12 says, “Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend to heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, Youar e there. If I take the wings of the dawn, If I dwell in the remotest part of the sea, Even there Your hand will lead me, and Your right hand will lay hold of me. If I say, “Surely the darkness will overwhelm me, And the light around me will be night, ” Even the darkness is not dark to You, And the night is as bright as the day. Darkness and light are alike to You.”

I, for one, am so grateful that God can see through the darkness. As strange as it sounds, going through what is now my second miscarriage, is less daunting because I know the God of the universe is in complete control. Perhaps it is my personality, but I can’t help but look at how things could be worse. Maybe God is sparing me some future pain, perhaps the loss of the child in my womb is actually sparing the child of something, who knows? Only God. I have come to the hard conclusion that I would rather never know my babies than to birth them and have them never know Jesus. To lose a child to this world is a pain I hope and pray that I never have to bare. That might not make sense to some, but I assure you that living without Jesus isn’t living at all. I know, because I’ve done it. I take great comfort in knowing that when I leave this world, the children I’ve never known in this life, will be standing beside Jesus waiting to meet and greet me when I get to my eternal home.