Thursday A Lingering Look At Windows Week 28

More Dutch Windows

More Dutch Windows

 

Today’s windows post is brought to you by Dawn at http://lingeringvisions.wordpress.com/.

Don’t forget to check out Dawn’s other work in the lingering lounge.  Now pour yourself a nice cup of java and enjoy the journey through Holland!

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Heaven Pt. 121

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But because our ancestors angered the God of heaven, he abandoned them to King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon,  who destroyed this Temple and exiled the people to Babylonia. Ezra. 5:12

      I think some people believe that with the cross God got over being angry about evil. It’s as if  Jesus death and resurrection was some kind of anger management program God went through so He could get a handle on a personality flaw.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  God is still angry about sin and His anger isn’t a personal problem He has to fix. It’s part of His holy, righteous character that will be acted out on this world every bit as thouroughly as His love has been acted out.

     Jesus’ death didn’t do away with God’s anger.His death redirected God’s anger toward the cross. That’s what a propitiation is. It is something that takes the place of. So when Jesus became our propitiation (Ro. 3:25) He didn’t stop God’s anger He redirected it upon himself for all those who would call on His name. That doesn’t give us a “get out of the judgment free card”. It gives us a responsibility to live thoughtfully and thankfully in light of the terrible price Christ paid so we don’t end up in our own personal Babylonian captivity.

Share Your World With Cee Cee 2013 Week 24

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This week’s session with Share Your World is all about the food. Check it out at http://www.ceephotography.com/2013/07/22/share-your-world-2013-week-24/.

If you had to eat only three meals/food for one month, what would you choose?

For breakfast I would have  peanut butter toast, a banana and coffee

For lunch I would eat brown rice stir fry with mushrooms, peppers, onions celery and peanuts made of course with sesame oil. I would eat this along with coffee.

And for supper I would have pasta and meatballs with tossed salad and a coffee.

For your main meal do you prefer sweet and sour, hot and spicy, spicy and sweet, bitter, salty, bland or other?

Most definitely salty. Oh, and coffee.

Do you prefer eating things with nuts or no nuts?

I like nuts with my coffee.

For potlucks or parties do you cook it yourself, buy from a grocery store, or pay for catering?

I try to cook it myself but if my time is limited I pick it up at the grocery store which is good because that is right next to the shop where I buy …my coffee!

The Lillie household this week has been in desperate need of coffee in case you didn’t guess. The puppies have been getting us up early (4:30 A.M.) and all us adults are tired.  Here is a picture of my daughter with mommy dog yesterday. If coffee wasn’t poisonous for dogs I think Mercedes would be drinking it.

Amanda and Mercedes

Amanda and Mercedes

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh

According to the folks at the weekly photo challenge http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/19/weekly-photo-challenge-fresh/ we can come at this from two directions…”The definition for fresh has a bit of a fork in it – it’s a state (new, recent, previously unknown) and it’s a taste or sensation (cool, sweet, invigorating, refreshing).”

I am definitely taking this challenge from the state of being new…

For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness… Isaiah 43:19

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A new pathway a fresh walk

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Fresh spring flowers

The two most engaging powers of an author are to make new things familiar, familiar things new.

William Makepeace Thackeray

A new puppy.

I’m still growing I take each day, one day-at-a-time. I’m always thinking and dreaming. As long as this heart keeps beating, there will be new things coming along.

Roy Haynes

URGENT PRAYER REQUEST!

Please pray.

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Good morning prayer warriors! There is a young man named Aaron. He is 16 years old and needs a touch from God’s healing hand. Aaron has bone cancer, his immune system is struggling. Please take a few moments to pray for him today. Put him on your prayer list if you have one. Thank you!

Ephesians 3:20-21(ASV)

20 Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,

21 unto him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus unto all generations for ever and ever. Amen.

THANK YOU!!

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How’s Your Faith-o-meter?

A great word about repentance.

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Does anyone else find it interesting that the first thing Jesus said to His disciples was, “Come, follow me.”? (Matt 4:19)  Not, “Believe in me” or “Love me,” but “Come, follow me.” That meant they had to stop what they were doing and where they were headed and change their direction and their intention a completely new way.

It’s also interesting to note that Jesus’ first public sermon began with the word repent.  Guess what that means?  It doesn’t mean ” say you’re sorry.”  He meant turn around and move in an entirely new direction.  God and Satan are at opposite ends of the spiritual world.  All of us, by virtue of being here on earth, are headed toward Satan.  In order to see, hear and follow Jesus, we must turn around.  Once we do that, we must keep following the Light of God by our obedience.  The more obedient we…

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The Celebrant: This Was Us Pt. 4

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Left side of the sanctuary six pews from the front just beside the stained glass window of Jesus in the temple. That was where our family sat every Sunday after Adam insisted we start going to church. He was none too keen on Polly becoming a Jesuscizer until she started bringing home the church ladies for tea. When he realized that most of these ladies were Winchendon’s society dames and that all their husbands perched in the spreading limbs of the First Baptist Church he was quick to join the flock.

I can still remember the first Sunday we all went to church together.  Adam sat by the sunny painted Jesus in the window. Paul was beside him. Mother sat between my brother and me. I was next to the church lady with the big feathers in her purple hat who smelled of Ben Gay and face powder.

Paul and I got coloring books again.

“Momma I’ve already colored this one?” I said as I thumbed through the same book I had been given the day mother visited Doris.

Adam leaned across the pew and shushed my face. I felt the little sprinkles of his spittle tickle my eyelashes. Mother flashed him a cross look that quickly melted under his glare.

“Well why don’t you just use the inside covers and color Momma some pictures of the pretty windows Natty?” She patted my hand.

I put  my head down and nodded. I blinked fast to get the spittle out of my eyes before Adam could call it tears. He had a thing about boys crying especially in public.

I glanced over at Paul who was viciously scribbling his second page with one brown crayon. Then I looked around for other children and noticed that many of them were engaged in the same race to cover their coloring books with as much crayon as they could. Some wielded blue crayons. Some red. One little girl had even brought her own markers and was blacking in the eyes of every picture in the book. I turned to the front inside cover of my book and carefully drew a rectangle in brown crayon.

The service began. My family stood. I sat engrossed in the triangles and squares that made up the temple around the boy Jesus. Three hymns passed and I was working on the faces of the doctors who questioned Jesus (though I didn’t know that’s what they were at the time). The offering plate slipped by and all I noticed was that the green of the money was the same color as the table-cloth depicted in the window. Doris preached. I colored. Doris gave an invitation for people to come down to the altar. I was coloring the walls around the window.

“Come on!” Adam said grabbing my hand.

He took me and my brother forward. Mother trailed behind tears in her eyes. Doris beamed.

An older man approached and drew my father away from the family. Doris began to lead the congregation in Amazing Grace.

I smelled Ben Gay. My mother and the church lady took my brother and I aside. Mom held my hand as the church lady talked with Paul. He was almost seven. He watched my father praying in the corner and nodded his head as the lady asked him questions. He bowed his head and prayed with her. My mother wept as two of her men joined her in Jesus. I held my picture close to my chest as the church applauded.

The service ended and we began to make our way out of the church. People kept stopping us.

They would shake my father’s hand and say things like “Welcome to the family Adam.”

Paul was swept away by a group of children who wanted to bask in his altar-made- celebrity.

I held my coloring book up to my mother, “See Momma. I finished the window just like you said.”

“So you did baby boy! It’s beautiful!” She gushed hugging me.

That was the day I fell in love with art.