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Whatever is Pure - August 2006 Peace! Be Still! Mark 4: 36 - 41 (KJV) And when they had sent away the multitude, they took him even as he was in the ship. And there were also with him other little ships. And there arose a great storm of wind, and the waves beat into the ship, so that it was now full. And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow: and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish? And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. And he said unto them, Why are ye so fearful? how is it that ye have no faith? And they feared exceedingly, and said one to another, What manner of man is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?As a child, I adored all storms. Thunderstorms, blizzards, wind, rain and hail. The wilder the weather, the more excited I would become. My parents had to eventually place bolts high up on the screen doors to keep me inside as I'd try to escape, longing to be one with the elements. There is still much of that child within me, I must admit. A thunderstorm will find me with my nose plastered against my window as I watch lightning shoot across the sky. Walking against the wind with my cane is a challenge but it's a challenge I embrace. I've been known on occasion to head out in the middle of a snow storm on my scooter for the disabled to go fetch a litre of milk. Even I have my limits however and in July of 1987, without warning, I was face to face with the awesome destructive power of a tornado that blew through my city, killing dozens, injuring hundreds and destroying millions of dollars of property and land. As I listened to the radio, huddled in the basement, I definitely was not excited by this storm, every hair on my body stood on end as this strange weather pattern blew through a city that had never witnessed a tornado before in living memory. Several of my friends barely escaped with their lives as the storm hit during afternoon rush hour. Without warning. Chaos hits our families, our work places and our churches. Unemployment hits, children suddenly are in trouble with the law, a severe illness or sudden death strikes with lightning speed. Wars and acts of terrorism. Awful truth coming to the light within a local congregation that threatens to tear the church apart. Terrible storms that are utterly beyond our ability to control and we are caught up in the vortex, being tossed like ragdolls, bruised and tattered by emotional debris as it rips against our heart. What can we do? We can cry out to the Lord of the heavens, he who calmed the sea. He who created the universe out of chaos of nothingness (Gen 1:2). We do not need to fear, we only need to ask, for we live on the other side of cross and the cross is our assurance of His great love for us. He will calm the seas in our lives, he will bring the emotional chaos to a place of peace, if we cry out to him. Although the physical storms of our lives may rage around us still, we can be at peace in the center of the storm, safe from harm to our spirits, if we cling to the Lord of Creation. Lord Jesus, we cry out. "Calm the waters of our hearts, keep us within your peace as the circumstances of our world rage against us. We trust you, we know that you are our redeemer, our saviour and our Strong tower in times of trouble. We will obey you, when you give us the directive. "Peace, be still." © 2006 Katherine Walden Contact for permission to reprint or use in any format. A Breath Away In Your scripture I readWords phrases Where does it all lead? Your voice that I so long to hear Imprinted on the page Reminds that You are ever near A breath away Through battles all life long Sins triumphs Still yearning to hear victory's sweet song Inspiration yields a greatful heart Yet to inspire Your breath! That You have to impart Eludes but You still persuade A breath away Maybe I'm not ready Holy Spirit life Enter keep me steady Transform my life through Your gifts Breath upon me that I may live Hope power joy A breath away © 2006 Peggy Ann Kennedy kennedypeg@msn.com Contact directly for permission before using in any format. Love In Any Language Our church is blessed to be multi cultural as we have several families from Sudan, Sierra Leone, Nigeria and other non-English speaking nations fellowshipping with us. As I was in missions for several years, something deep within me is fed as I look across the congregation, seeing upturned faces of every colour under the sun as we worship together.Two women from Sudan have recently joined a small group that I attend. They come faithfully every week, enjoying the worship and fellowship as far as they are able. One real obstacle stands in their way as they try to enter deeper in. Pure English is not their first language and the English that they do know is a 'pigeon' dialect and almost impossible for us to understand. As they are both young mothers, they can only attend language classes on a part-time basis. I know they struggle to understand us and it breaks my heart as I see that struggle. Yet, each week they persevere. Fighting past their shyness and fear of being ridiculed for their broken English, they share prayer requests and pray for the needs of others, often blessing us by praying in their own language, giving us their hearts. They have joined with us for potlucks and have not only tried our 'strange' food but they have been truly grateful as they shared with us around the dinner table. I think in some ways, my early years with the Lord shared much the same struggle spiritually as these young women have in the natural. I didn't know the language of God's heart. I was hopelessly confused by many scripture passages that seemed to contradict each other. How often I've heard that same complaint by those who struggle with English grammar. Not only was the language different, the culture was so different for me. Different music, different focuses, different values. I had a hard time hearing when God spoke to me and I was never quite sure if I was hearing correctly. Even now, I find myself slipping back into my old 'culture' until the Lord reminds me that I am now in His kingdom. I am forever grateful for the instructors I had along the way as I learned more about my new 'kingdom'. Patiently answering my questions, they taught me to read the word. By example, they welcomed me into what for me was a foreign culture of integrity, love, forgiveness and mercy. I pray that when the unchurched enter into my life that I will extend the same grace and love that was bestowed unto me and that I will gently guide them into the ways of the new Kingdom. The Kingdom of God. © 2006 Katherine Walden Contact for permission to reprint or use in any format. As Your Words Flow
God's Healing Grace About three years ago, I was crossing the street and was struck by a car going about 35mph. I sustained a broken pelvis, a closed head injury, and a broken neck. With the broken neck I should have been at the very least paralysed. Within a couple of months of rehab, with no pain I was back to work. The main thing I walked away with was the fact that my life has a purpose, and that because of God I am alive. I am living a much more Christ centered life.
©2006 Maureen O'Brien Hungry
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