From Bitter to Sweet #WithGodAllThingsArePossible(THIS IS AN EXTRACT FROM MY BLOG www.lifewithfavour.blogspot.co.uk (MY BIBLE AND I))From Bitter to Sweet #WithGodAllThingsArePossible by Flavouritalian
How You All Doing?
Happy New Week!
I thought I'd write a quick and snappy post today
22 After the Israelites left the Red Sea,Moses led them through the Shur Desert for three days, before finding water. 23 They did find water at Marah, but it was bitter, which is how that place got its name. 24 The people complained and said, “Moses, what are we going to drink?”
25 Moses asked the Lord for help, and the Lord told him to throw a piece of wood into the water. Moses did so, and the water became fit to drink."
So the Israelities are on their journey to the Promised Land. They have been travelling for so long, they are tired and thirsty.
They finally find water but the water was BITTER! This obviously caused the Israelites to complain.
Moses asked God and through God's help,
Guess Who!Who do you think is being described in the following statements?Guess Who! by TheRealTiggerkat
Those who hate me without cause are more numerous than the hairs of my head
Even my friend, in whom I trusted, the one who ate my bread, has lifted up his heel against me.
Strike the Shepard and the sheep will be scattered.
They pierced my hands and feet
My god My God, why have you forsaken me?
Everyone who sees me mocks me, they sneer and shake their heads.
For my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed;
Like a lamb led to the slaughter, and like a sheep silent before her shearers, He did not open His mouth
They divided my garments among themselves, and they cast lots for my clothing
He bore the sin of many and interceded for the rebels
You may not break any of its bones.
He protects all his bones, not one of them is broken
They will look at me whom they pierced
So, who do you think is being described in the following statements? That was the question
Alexander the FakeEver heard of Alexander the Great?Alexander the Fake by TheRealTiggerkat
Do you believe he is real, that he existed and did all things we have been told he did? Of course you do. It is in our history books, so it must've really happened.
Alexander the Great ruled in the 300's BC. We know a great deal about him based on written documents giving us historical accounts of his life and deeds. Did you know though, that the only surviving documents of these historical accounts were written 300 or more years after Alexander the Great lived? Yet we trust these documents and the older sources they cite, even though we do not have those older sources available to confirm what is written.
Now what about Jesus? I know many people who do not believe He existed. Yet we have historical documents, both those of the Bible and those unrelated to the Bible that give us accounts of Jesus.
The Biblical documents were written as early as 30 years after the death of Jesus! And non-Bi
Holy Mary, Mother of GodOh holy womanHoly Mary, Mother of God by cereal-in-a-bowl
thou giveth light
which thy Son delivers
which comes pouring out from thine motherly hands
O woman of God
bride of Christ
all souls revere thee a tabernacle of the Lord
and in thy emulation we men of little faith, much lower than thy scale
pray that we may in thy shadow reap a little of what thou have sown
and be like him
and like thee
to surrender unto the Lord
as good servants do
O the hours breathe
and dispersed her sweetness
to the fertile grounds which stood on tip toe
to watch thee wander
in thy curls of golden honey underneath thy veil
thou indeed share in our Lord's goodness in deeds and words
Thou carrieth Him in thy womb
O lamp of faith
light of the world came forth
from your loving hands
and all souls hail thee 'Mary full of grace'
hide not the face of thy Son our Lord
that we may be in communion with Him
and dine with Him at the table of gladness
in Heaven for endless ages
Grace of man
word of God
delivered in the womb of thy holy vessel
O Mother Mary p
Holocaust Reflection : Reflection on UsVisiting the Holocaust Museum is a difficult subject, especially in Israel. Unlike many museums which are houses of a people's history and triumph, this museum is a walk through a people's history and suffering. The Holocaust stands as a mark of identity for modern-day Jews just as World War II stands as a mark of identity for most Westerners of the past three generations (born 1910-1995).Holocaust Reflection : Reflection on Us by TESM
We are now moving into the third and fourth generations past the Holocaust and WWII, where things such as “Nazi” and “Communist” and people such as Hitler and Stalin have become more of a byword than a warning for future generations. Many people are all too likely to associate government actions with the Nazi party and many people are just as ready to roll their eyes.
When visiting Yad Vashem (the site of the Museum) I entered with a reverent and somber silence, in my mind befitting such a chapter of our human history. I found it odd, then, to find teenagers in there laughing,
The Memory of a Dead Man WalkingThe Memory of a Dead Man Walking by GrubbsWriting
Suchlike the will of brimstone beasts,
Is the will of a dead man walking,
In each step is left the prints of carelessness.
Holding the half empty glass with a crack in the side,
stumbling around the dunes in the long wait to become
a savage before the credits roll.
A happy ending was for another tale for another man way
off back in the mirage of the desert that harbors those
dunes as he lies six feet under with a smile by rigor
mortis and a silent song in the beatless heart, there
beneath a tombstone that read,
here lies a memory.
Come Hell or high Heaven, the dead man walking
walks on without a goal or care for the world,
a bottle of dried up whiskey hanging loosely
in hand, gathering sand from the winds of that
coming storm. Illusive would have been his
laughter to sober eyes in that wasteland.
The Memory looks on as a shade beyond the grave,
staring straight at a man of woe, watching those
apathetic trails disappear. The glass fell into
the bosom of those lands beyond greener pastur
A canticle of redemptive loveOh my God when I think about Your wondrous deedsA canticle of redemptive love by cereal-in-a-bowl
It is countless like the grains of the sands
which makes the face of the earth
How great are You,God
that You make the plains flourish
with green sprouts of spring and colours in the fields
which reminds me of things that come alive...which fills my soul with hope
all hope my God rests in You...
King of King
My soul blesses Your holy name
Consider the flowers
consider the trees
the butterflies and the birds which sings
who gathers straw to make its nest
who insignificant is transformed into a wondrous creature
who spreads her wings and spreads her arms
singing songs which goes like this....
God forever King
I sing You songs for all to hear and see
that they may know that You alone are God
that in You alone may all things find their call...
Sing a new song
to the Lord
Sing a new song with harp and lyre
sing with a heart full of praise and worship
sing with a heart of amazing awe
Sing a new song to the Lord
I Forgive YouAll those time you've ever hurt me.I Forgive You by same-but-different
Everything you said.
Every scar you cut.
Every bruise you left.
I won't lie: I hated you for it.
How could you do this to someone so close to you?
How could you abuse their trust, their faith, that you were better than that?
But all that's behind us.
Today's the day I can look in the mirror and say,
"I forgive you."
The Spirit of EasterMy Teacher, My great Teacher,The Spirit of Easter by chorsahgryphon
Where are you in this night?
The Dark has covered hills and dales and gone has run the light
We saw their hand, we turned and ran, yes from them we did flee
While wives and mothers on the hill compose an elegy
For weep, weep O World!
Weep all tree and shrinking moss
For my Rabbi who I followed
Now is dying on a cross.
Were you not our Messiah?
To give us back our land?
To scatter out the Roman force and free us by your hand?
Did we not see you heal the sick and liberate the lame?
Did you not bring back Lazarus though four days late you came?
Yet I hear you cry,
From your ordeal on the tree
"My God, My God, My Father
Why have You forsaken Me?"
Your last words do speak forgiveness
For the ones that put you there
A sepulcher is readied in a garden fresh and fair
Tomorrow's mass, three days do pass before we dare to come
We bring things of memorial and leave our silent homes
But O heaven, high above!
What great sight now greets our eyes?
For the stone that blo
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