Update March 2015 and Grafted Revisited

We moved out of a rental house and into our new home, 13+ miles out of town. On the day we received the keys I had a TIA (mini-stroke). To say I was disappointed to spend the evening in the ER instead of in my new home is an understatement. I’m finally getting back to normal healthwise, just a few memory issues and occasional dizziness and stuttering. Getting better every day. It has been a long hard delightful month.

I am sending out the Easter piece I send every year. The message never changes – God loves us so much that He sent His son as a sacrifice for us. I never let that leave my mind.

I have my computer set up again, finally, and hope to get back to writing soon. Praying God’s blessings over each and every one of you.

GRAFTED
By Linda J. Humes

It was a deep wound,
Intended to bring death,
Inflicted by the spear,
Of a Roman Soldier.

Gaping open,
It released blood and water.
The blood of the new covenant,
The water of the Holy Spirit,
Yet to come.

The precious liquids,
Oozing to the surface,
Were the precious nutrients,
To give food and strength,
To the nation to come.

Inside that wound,
Deep in the side of my Savior,
The wound Satan meant for evil,
God planted a seed,
A bud,
A grafted nation,
A place for me.

That wound,
And the seed inside,
Were anointed with myrrh,
With aloes, and with spices.
Wrapped so carefully,
With the finest linen,
Preparing a cleft,
Of most Holy foundation,
For the Gentile to join,
God’s chosen.

Then came the moment,
When the linens were left,
In the shape of a man,
But hollow and unaltered,
As a message of release.

The moment when Christ,
With the grafted children,
Tucked safely beneath his arm,
Faced Satan and conquered death.

Now this nation,
Birthed in the side of Christ,
As Eve was birthed,
In the side of Adam,
Sat in communion,
At the right hand of God.

Guided forth,
Performing greater miracles,
Exhibiting greater power,
Flowing in the Holy Spirit,
The seed branched forward.

Inside that graft,
With its roots entwined,
Deep into the Master,
There is a leaf,
Turning to the Son,
Preparing to break forth,
And follow the way,
Set forth by Him.

It’s just one leaf,
Of the many branches,
Just one small part,
Of a mighty tree.
But on that leaf,
Is a name,
And that name belongs,
To ME.