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
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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
The Challenge of Little DevilsThe Challenge of Little Devils by GrubbsWriting
In the dead and dark of night, in the time
where I recall my love for dimmed light and shadow,
I have only to fear what lurks there with me.
Awareness is but the first layer past the eye,
those same eyes that once thought the bumps in
the night to be morbid tales of fiction.
All nights are nights to be made as easy times
for the luxurious hunts, as I am worn and tired
from my fighting the day behind me.
The time in which they stalked their
food had been behind the hands of clocks,
when the sun would have revealed them in an instant.
What lurks there are abominations of many breeds,
all in the same kin, and mixed in all
the tales of horror and suspense.
Never were their names lies or metaphors
for the sake of artists...those bumps and howls
of the night are older than art itself.
They roamed this world and the next, before
the time of the most average footprints on
the earth, making themselves known subtly.
I have only them to fear, but that fear is
smothered by the remaining light in t
Hebrews 12:4-12A man stood on a desolate rockHebrews 12:4-12 by cereal-in-a-bowl
and looked down on a hill below
where flowers bloomed and songs reside
where hope and faith could be found inside
a valley full of spring's closet things
which now shed its skin-displayed
quite plainly right in front of him a valley filled with hope
He watched as the birds took flight and then he wondered if he could too
A Man stood beside him much to his curiosity
He came as sudden as the breeze
although the rocks roughened with moss and crease
which told him much of its aging state (quite hard to stand, quite hard indeed)
and yet this Man stood with ease
this Man His hair was golden brown
upon Him an odd ornamented crown
His crown was made of thorns and thistles
and things which was made of things which made flesh obliged to mourn
upon His head the man realized
this was the Good Lord Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ in His awesome splendour
in all His awesome and glorious splendour
did not boast nor showed Godly based authority
but meek like a little lamb
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,
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
Forever in HimEvery one of nature's whispersForever in Him by MournfulEyes
I feel Him now in everything.
Once I longed to see Him but then I realised
everything I look at He
Now I look at everything as if
I were looking at His face.
In valleys and mountains,
the delicate whisper of a butterfly's wing.
He is everywhere.
He loves me more than life itself
He gave it for me so I could be with him.
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