Today's Soul Food — June 1

Golden Words

 


And now a man named Jairus, a leader of the local synagogue, came and fell down at Jesus' feet, begging him to come home with him. His only child was dying, a little girl twelve years old. While he was still speaking ..., a messenger arrived from Jairus's home with the message, "Your little girl is dead. There's no use troubling the Teacher now." But when Jesus heard what had happened, he said to Jairus, "Don't be afraid. Just trust me, and she will be all right." ... The house was filled with people weeping and wailing, but he said, "Stop the weeping! She isn't dead; she is only asleep." But the crowd laughed at him because they all knew she had died. Then Jesus took her by the hand and said in a loud voice, "Get up, my child!" And at that moment her life returned, and she immediately stood up! Then Jesus told them to give her something to eat. 

(Luke 8:41, 49-55)

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Don't assume that life is over. It's not too late to do those things that you've dreamed of. You can: go back to school, take those piano lessons, start a new hobby, embark on a new career.

Don't listen to the people with the bad news. Don't listen to those who taunt -- it's too late, why bother ! You're not dead - just sleeping. When you sleep, you dream. Act on those dreams. Perhaps it is time to let the old dreams go and begin to live the new dreams. Following your dreams and desires is not always selfish. It may open a new way to reach out to others. It could be a great way to live the spread the Gospel and influence the lives of others.

When the daughter of Jairus was awakened by Jesus, Jesus told them to feed her. Surely there was a party. Join in the dance of new life. Celebrate life! Don't be afraid to dream and hope.      PBB

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Thy life is no idle dream, but a solemn reality: it is thine own, and it is all thou hast to front eternity with.

Thomas Carlyle




Daily Meditations by  Pat Nordman ©

 

June 1

"But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.' Luke 15:20.

The father gave the son a kiss before his son said a word. It was given while the prodigal was still dirty and in rags; therefore, it was entirely unmerited. This first blessing was followed by many others. NOT A WORD OF REPROACH IS SPOKEN. How important this is for those of us who speak words of reproach to God's children because they may not do and speak as we do. This is the story of our Father who runs to us while we are yet far away and when we are desperate after having tasted of the husks of life; when we are tired of searching for what is real and true. The son tells his father that he is not worthy but that does not stop the father from loving him and forgiving him and bringing out the best of what he has, to give to his precious son who has come home. Our Father runs to us and gives us His bestanyway! Can we engrave this bright verse on our sad hearts as a beacon light for those days when we feel that not even the Father loves us? When we feel we don't deserve anyone's love?

Herein we have:

1) A love that is quicksighted: "He saw him a long way off.";
2) A love that is sympathetic: "He had compassion.";
3) A love that is eager to help: "He ran.";
4) A love that yields its all: "He fell on his neck.";
5) A love that delights to forgive: "He kissed him."

Herein we have:
1) Eyes of mercy: "His father saw him...";
2) A heart of mercy: "He had compassion.";
3) Feet of mercy: "He ran.";
4) Arms of mercy: "He threw his arms around him.";
5) Lips of mercy: "He kissed him."

Thank You, Father!

Pat Nordman ©

 

 

Excerpts from today's Spurgeon's Devotions

Spurgeon's Morning for June 1

Spurgeon's Evening for June 1
 

"The evening and the morning were the first day."

- Genesis 1:5

  

"He will make her wilderness like Eden."

- Isaiah 51:3

Praise the Lord for the sun of joy when it rises, and for the gloom of evening as it falls. There is beauty both in sunrise and sunset, sing of it, and glorify the Lord. Like the nightingale, pour forth thy notes at all hours.

Jesus is that plant of renown, and his presence makes all things new. Nor is the wonder less in each individual's salvation.

 

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June 1 1Ch 11:1 - 13:14

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Today's  Devotion
 

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But my mouth would encourage you; comfort from my lips would bring you relief.

Job 16:5 (NIV)

God's Re-Creation

by Cathy Vinson

 

 

"This is the day that the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it"

(Ps 118: 24)

 

 

... to share in that with me...to experience and rejoice in the midst of my expression. It is a form of intimacy I long for from them.


As I get underway on a new artwork, I tend to subtly say to my family, "Why don't you stop by the spare bedroom and see what I'm working on..." and a few days later mention "why don't you stop in the room and see where that piece is going."

What am I desiring when I do this? I am wanting those who are close to me to enter into my creative juices, to share in that with me...to experience and rejoice in the midst of my expression. It is a form of intimacy I long for from them.

Don't we see this same desire of our Father's? IN the day He has made, we can rejoice, and for that reason alone: it is His artwork. Sharing in it, we share pleasure with Him.

Eleanor Farjean (1957) recognized and danced right into this jubilee in her hymn "Morning Has Broken." In the exaltation within her sunlit phrases, we are transported and shown eyes with which to see the new day..."morning has broken like the first morning, blackbird has spoken like the first bird...sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven...praise for the sweetness of the wet garden sprung in completenes where His feet pass...the sunlight...born of the one Light Eden saw play..."

Let us enter into the artistry of the new day. Let us see the divine privilege of possession when we take time to rejoice with the Artist: "Mine
is the sunlight; mine is the morning..." Even when we sense problems to be strewn along the side of it, there is reason enough to rejoice. The
confines of the new morning are boarded off from the nightfall and the day previous. It is a new work.

"Praise with elation, praise every morning: God's re-creation of the new day!."

Send a note to © Cathy Vinson , the writer of this devotion


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