[yorkie]

"you can halve them and eat them too!"

We can't forget peaches, pears, apples and oranges along with cherries, can we? ;-)

[The Mayor]

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October 13, 2008

Erasmus

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READ: Psalm 119:17-24

Your Word was to me the joy and rejoicing of my heart. —Jeremiah 15:16

For centuries, many Christians were not permitted to read God’s Word in their own language. Instead, they were encouraged to attend Latin services that few could understand.

Then, in 1516, the Dutch scholar Erasmus compiled and published the first New Testament in the original Greek language. This landmark work was the basis for the later publication of Luther’s German Bible, Tyndale’s English Bible, and the King James Version. These translations made the Scriptures understandable to millions of people around the world.

Erasmus could not have known the influence his Greek New Testament would have, but he did have a passion for getting its message to laypeople from all walks of life. In the preface he wrote: “I would have [the Gospels and the Epistles] translated into all languages . . . . I long for the plowboy to sing them to himself as he follows the plow [and] the weaver to hum them to the tune of his shuttle.”

The prophet Jeremiah reflected this same passion for the Word: “Your words were found, and I ate them, and Your Word was to me the joy and rejoicing of my heart” (15:16).

Having God’s Word in our own language allows us to experience the joy of meditating on it each day.

More precious than gold is God’s Word to me,
Much better than pearls from deep in the sea;
For in the Lord’s Word I take great delight,
And it is my joy each day and each night. —Fitzhugh

The treasures of truth in God’s Word are best mined with the spade of meditation.

Bible in One Year: Jeremiah 31–33; Proverbs 5:15-23

[jaycee]

~~Good Autumn Morning FRiends~~

~~Have A Wonderful Day~~

[WayzataJOHNN]

Autumn Remnants

Drying, dying flames
of red and gold
remnants of yesterdays
Hung in trees
preparing for winter’s sleep
of renewal for Spring
Rustling in a breeze
as soft as watered silk
leaves dance a somber dirge
Whispering of timelessness
in this time of resting
their tales to tell to a listening ear
In air so crisp it chills
making one hurry home
to hearth and cup

[WayzataJOHNN]

Autumn Remnants

Drying, dying flames
of red and gold
remnants of yesterdays
Hung in trees
preparing for winter’s sleep
of renewal for Spring
Rustling in a breeze
as soft as watered silk
leaves dance a somber dirge
Whispering of timelessness
in this time of resting
their tales to tell to a listening ear
In air so crisp it chills
making one hurry home
to hearth and cup

[jaycee]

I had a beautifl graphic ready to send this morning...took me a few minutes to get it all ready and I did everything I always do and it dissapeared into thin air and I didn't have time to do it over this morning.....maybe later! Anyway......

[yorkie]

Wondering - is it me or my computer? The numbers show that there are 948 posts here, but I can’t get past #936.

[GodBlessUSA]

Beautiful Sunday posts!

Enjoy your Columbus Day!
my attempt at faded edges...as you can see, I'm still learning how to do it, LOL. ;)

[GodBlessUSA]

Strange, I cannot see the last 10 or more posts on the threads this morning.