Sunday morning at our house is admittedly a force to be reckoned with. Sometimes I think that either God is showing me His crazy sense of humor, or Satan is…doing what Satan does.
I often wish I could share with you the special things I come across in my morning readings, and this seemed to be as good a morning as any. (Despite being Sunday, and all.)
This was first, from The Cloud of Witness:
“Oh let our adoration for all that He hath done
Peal out beyond the stars of God, while voice and life are one!
And let our consecration be real, and deep, and true,
Oh, even now our hearts shall bow, and joyful vows renew!”
I’m working my way slowly through the Psalms. It had been quite awhile since I’d read them through. Good, powerful, and healing words:
“Set a guard over my mouth, O Lord; keep watch over the door of my lips.
Let not my heart be drawn to what is evil…”
As I’ve mentioned, I read The Gold Cord as a devotional, because it is the sort of book that constantly reminds me that I am nothing. Even the things I do that I think are something…in light of what God has done for me, they are nothing.
“No one had any desire [for a life of comfort and ease]…And yet in every land it is possible to slip into that life. God hold us to that which drew us first , when the Cross was the attraction, and we wanted nothing else.”
(Please note that she is not worshiping the cross, but wishing to align herself with Christ’s suffering on the cross.)
Then she says a little something about the people she met on her arrival in India. It’s a punch in the gut, because, excuses!
“India…is a kind land to a new arrival, though how people so tired, and so often, as it seemed, over-driven too, had time to be kind was always a marvel to me.”
Ouch. They were tired, yet they were kind.
Last but not least, The Tapestry is a great gift to me on a Sunday morning…I don’t have time to share the back story on this quote, but it has become very precious to me:
“No one can know when he or she is having the most priceless alabaster box of perfume to pour on the Lord’s feet, saying ‘This, Lord, You are worthy of receiving,’ even if it seems too much from a human viewpoint of evaluating importance.
No one knows when he or she is having a rare opportunity to say to the Lord, ‘Thank you for saying “a cup of cold water given in My name” has value, is accepted, is remembered, is worthwhile to You”. ”
I’ve got to run now, things are about to get crazy around here! Blessings on your Sunday morning, wherever you are!