“He who is on High, King of kings, Lord of lords, is love.
It is His love that is the only perfect love. None on earth can give or receive from others that perfect love.
For it is God Almighty’s perfect love that humans, who are of a sinful nature, can experience.
To be like Christ is, you must strive to be as He who loves you unconditionally is.
He who died for all, to forgive all sins, loves you right where you are and how you are.
Go in His eternal love.”
The day was sunny, few clouds in the sky. The woman stands looking out at the lush green trees and the path her husband had labored to make winding its way to the flowing creek at the back of their property.
They had made a small beach area next to the creek and carried a picnic table and benches and set them on the newly created beach for days just like this.
The woman thinks, “It’s a beautiful day. Maybe I’ll ride down and check things out.” She walks to the small shed where her small red tractor is stored and slowly opens the doors. She smiles when seeing the shiny tractor safely resting where she had left it.
Positioning herself on the black seat she fires up the engine and slowly backs out. She aims for the path and begins driving around the curves carefully and admiring the wild flowers growing in the shade of the dogwoods, oaks, and pine trees.
Approaching the last small curve she hears a shout, “Stop!” She slams on the brakes and sits looking around. She sees no one and putting the tracker back into gear she moves a few inches forward when “Stop” is shouted again.
She slams on the brakes. Twisting in her seat she looks about and see’s no one. She scratches her head and thinks, “I must be a mental case. Now I’m hearing voices,” and stomps on the accelerator arriving quickly at the beach.
An hour later she decides she’s had enough sun after lying on the table soaking up the rays. She boards her tractor and with no further ado heads back toward the house on the narrow path.
“Stop” is shouted once again as she approaches the same spot where it happened before. She slams on the brakes and suddenly a huge limb that was hanging directly above her comes crashing down. It lands just inches in front of her tractor missing hitting her. Had she gone just a few feet more the huge limb would have killed her.
“Holy cow!” she yells. Out of the corner of her eye she sees what appears to be an angel standing almost hidden within the trees. “Thank you” she shouts as the angel disappears.
There are some who say that if we hear God speaking to us that we are mentally ill. Then I confess, I’m proud to be “mentally ill” and I thank God that He speaks to me and many others through His Word, through other people, through music, in an audible voice, and through His angels. He sent His angel and saved me.
The day was cold. Rain had poured down soaking the ground. The river was flooding, water rushing over the jagged rocks and forcing its way south.
On the bank stands a Man. He looks up to the sky, whispers a few words, and takes a seat under the only tree. A large tree, a tree with arms reaching to heaven. Strong arms, arms filled with lush leaves and a trunk that can stand any storm.
The sun begins to peek through the dark gray clouds. Sighing heavily the Man stands. He takes a few steps toward the raging river. He lifts one foot and slowly places his toes in the water.
He hears the sound of horses hooves drawing near. Louder and louder they come. Turning slightly His lips quirk at the corners. He knows who is approaching and why they are coming.
The horses stop near by. Men in their soldier gear dismount and approach. One man points his finger toward the Man by the river and yells, “That’s Him!”
The soldiers quickly walk toward Him and grab Him. But one of the men in the group is the Man’s friend and quickly draws his sword. He swings at the soldier and misses his target lopping off a part of his ear. “Oh rats! I’ll get’cha this time” the friend thinks.
The friend raises his sword and takes aim.
The Man chastises him.
He lowers his sword and takes a step back.
The Man places His hand over the bleeding ear of the soldier, healing it.
A few questions are asked and the soldiers lead the Man away.
The hill is high. The skull carved in the rock beneath the three crosses is a testimony of the evil that is taking place. The Man hangs limply, nailed to the Cross. His strength is gone. Blood pours from His wounds. Slowly lifting His head a mere inch from His chest He asks His Father to “forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
The blood drips, water oozes from His side, pain sears through His body and weakly sucking in a breath His last labored words set the world on edge…
“It is finished!”
(Sue’s version) John 18:1-11, John 19:30, Luke 23:34
“Those who love the Lord Jesus Christ, King of kings and Lord of lords shall prosper.
Prosper in faith, growing in He who loves you, getting to know Him for what He is and who He is.
Bearing fruit is only possible when the Almighty is the foundation, the root of who you are and allowed to work through you and within you.
To walk in His light is but to ask. For to ask is to receive, proving you are asking for His will.
Walk in His love, seek Him in all that you do. Be faithful to His word and rejoice in His love.