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Blessings To All Who Enter Here
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Mornin’ Meg!
That’s beautiful!
There’s the sweetest old church in a small community nearby. I’ve only ever been in it for funerals. :( It’s small, probably only holds 75-100 people max, if that. Wooden pews, hardwood floor, gorgeous stained glass windows, no design, just blocks of color. It’s a couple hundred years old, and one of the most sacred feeling buildings I’ve ever been in.
In his early years of ministry, the English preacher Charles Simeon (1759–1836) was a harsh and self-assertive man. One day he was visiting a friend and fellow pastor in a nearby village. When he left to go home, his friend’s daughters complained to their father about Simeon’s manner. So he took the girls to the backyard and said, “Pick me one of those peaches.” It was early summer, and the peaches were green. The girls asked why he wanted green, unripe fruit. He replied, “Well, my dears, it is green now, and we must wait; but a little more sun, and a few more showers, and the peach will be ripe and sweet. So it is with Mr. Simeon.”
Simeon, in due time, did change. The warmth of God’s love and the “showers” of misunderstanding and disappointment were the means by which he became a gentle, humble man.
The God of all grace works in all His children, humbling the proud and exalting the humble, to make them ripe and sweet. Our task is to take hold of God’s grace to endure our afflictions with patience, without growing weary.
In time, He will “perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle” us (1 Peter 5:10). We must “wait on the LORD” and “be of good courage” (Ps. 27:14).
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Have a blessed Sunday.
My prayer today is that God's Holy Spirit will flood every church across the nation that proclaims The Word Of God, and that there will be a annointing like never before over God's People....
Pray this week for McCain and Palin....
Finishing up my morning cup of coffee and then off to church here in Los Angeles.
May Jesus Christ Be Praised!!
Polly
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There were about 75 guests, all seated, a bit restless, waiting for the bride and groom to walk down the aisle.
It started snowing - big flakes, as big as silver dollars, floating slowly to the ground. Within minutes, the snow turned the scenery into a big fluffy white blanket.
No one expected what we were about to see. Almost as if exiting a cloud, the bride and groom appeared, in a horse driven sleigh.
It was the perfect setting for a fairy tale wedding.
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Thats beautiful this morning, Meg. The gold in the trees blends so well with your framing. And that sweet little church makes me wanna go there! Love your scripture also.
WORSHIP IS OF THE MIND The church is but a short morning's walk In the proper direction of the rising sun And to the west, the sea A Sunday brings me to wake Before the chimes of my old clock To breathe new life Before the morning's done Whose freshness clings to me The church, man's contribution to God The sea, God's contribution to man And time's wisdom has taught me That to worship at either is equally acceptable.
