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A Quick Poem

I think it was Martin Luther who said, “I’ve got so much to do today that I will give myself to 3-4 hours of prayer.”  Something like that.

I’m in a similar spot: quite ill, work enough for 3 people, pressures everywhere. I’m really overwhelmed by how much I must get done.  So, instead of throwing myself immediately into the work, I opened my Bible and read.  Mark 4:35-41 is where I was next.  Jesus asleep on the boat, in the raging storm.  “Quiet, be still!”  All nature obeys him.

So, I wrote a poem, in delightful “wastefulness” of the time I need to be using to solve problems and address projects.  Instead, a poem of Him:

Suddenly onto a boat they lept

Jesus below to the stern, he slept

When raging winds howled, a terrific squall crept

Upon them, “to drown us, it will.”


Awakened from slumber, he climbed up the stairs,

Disciples dissheveled and drenched in such cares

When Jesus expelled such thunderous blares:

The words, “Quiet!  Be Still!”


The wind then died down with waves all in tow,

And faces agape, yet knees like jello,

Their chaos turned quiet, “Who is this Fellow

That nature obeys with such thrill?”

Today, I’m flooded with projects, deadlines, annoyances, and many fears.  How can I get it all done?  I need you, Jesus.  You can.  You care.   Ok, knowing your power, I can get “back to work,” if you know what I mean.


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(Continued from yesterday, my second thought)

Second, I recently read Mark 1.  Jesus is baptized by John the Baptist, in the Jordan River.  The sky rips open and the Spirit descends upon Him like a dove.  But it’s what happens next that grabs me.  It says:

“A voice came from heaven:

‘You are my Son, whom I love; with you I am well-pleased.'”

No doubt, this was the Father’s voice, and he reveals His heart in 3 bursts:

  1. You are  my Son. I identify with you.  I’ve got 2 boys of my own, and I love to call them my “sons.”  It’s a special word, a special bond.
  2. Whom I love. Are there any words in all the world that a son longs to hear from his father, more than these?  I can think of only one: it’s the next point.
  3. With you I am well-pleased. Well-pleased.  How many men have shipwrecked their lives in driven recklessness, just to secure those words from their father?  An infinite number.  Jesus heard “well-pleased” from His Father, just as He should have.

I make a point, whenever possible, to tell both of my sons how pleased I am with them.  They make me proud.  I respect both of them so much.  They have so much to offer me.  They’re among my favorite people on this earth.  I don’t know if they always know that, but they are.

I’m arguing from lesser (me) to greater (God) here.  Ephesians 1:5 says that we are adopted sons of the Father because of what Jesus did.  Hebrews 2:11 says that  Jesus is “not ashamed to call us brothers.”  The implications of these 2 thoughts are vast.  We are siblings to our older brother Jesus.  Full-fledged brothers, not foster kids.  Whom the Son loves as family, the Father loves as family.  And, if the Father is well-pleased with His Son Jesus, He is well-pleased with His brothers.  Because of what Jesus has done in my place, the Father can (and does) say those same words to me: “Dan, you are my son, whom I love; with you I am well-pleased.”  Of course, not because of my performance, but because of Jesus’ performance, credited to unworthy me.

That’s kinda mind-blowing, if you’ll let it sink in.

I love my sons, and they are well-pleasing to me.  A pale shadow of something far greater.

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Worth it.

Been busy.  Life is like that.  I’ll keep it brief.   2 thoughts… one today, one tomorrow.

First:  I recently read on my dear daughter’s FB profile, a quotation that has recaptured my heart and stirred affection toward Jesus.  The line goes, “If the cause is worthy, the cost is irrelevant. I have no idea who said that.  But I know exactly who lived it.

Jesus.  When He considered His mission, how it stretched through time to rescue those who couldn’t rescue themselves, he must have thought this thought.  The cause of saving Dan was worth it to Him; so He thought the cost of doing so to be irrelevant.  Any price, just rescue Dan.

I can’t tell you how much this makes me long to emulate Him.  Whatever the cause He has called me to, the cost I pay is irrelevant.  O! to give my life in abandon for Him.

Thought #2 tomorrow…

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