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The Blood

3 Jul

Christ with cross

 “And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother’s blood
crieth unto me from the ground.”    (Genesis 4:10  KJV)

 

The Blood of Jesus pools at the soldiers’ feet surrounding the whipping yard, spraying those nearby, spraying those ripping His flesh.  Were they ever the same?  Did Jesus’ drops of blood that touched them heal the afflictions of those who wielded the Cat of 9 tails, destroying His body?

When the soldiers ripped at His beard and slapped His face, when the blood transferred from God to Man, did they feel the change in their spirits?  Were they startled?  Were they ashamed?

Every step along the Via doloRosa was stained with blood.  Those who screamed “Crucify Him!” surrounded and followed after Him.  As their feet stepped on the bloody droplets on the ground did miracles change their lives?  Did the blood burn their skin?  Did it tingle?  Did it warm them to their souls? Did they understand what was happening?

When Simon of Cyrene lifted the cross, put it on his own shoulder and Jesus’ blood covering the cross transferred onto Simon’s face, were his eyes opened? Did he still see the battered face of a condemned man, or did he now see the face of God?

When the soldiers pounded the nails through Jesus’ wrists and they were sprayed by gushing blood, did they stop, even for a moment?  Did they feel the touch of anticipation in the dampness? Did they recognize that something was different?

When Mary and John sat at the foot of the cross, praying and weeping, the precious blood of Jesus was trailing down the wooden cross – dripping from His arms, dripping from His feet onto their clothing, onto their faces – did they feel the new life that was about to birth, or were they so torn by grief that they couldn’t see that each precious drop would birth to a new nation, strong in miracles and power?

Did Jesus’ last words pierce the sky like lightning, capturing the soul of anyone who heard?

When the soldier pierced Jesus’ side, being sprayed with water and blood that flowed from Him, did he feel the hand of God?  Did he step back and recognize that this blood, this water, wasn’t the same as the hundreds of other men’s that he had seen before?  Did the water of the spirit flow over him?  Did he hear the voice of God?

When the sky turned dark and the earth trembled, did they feel God step down to touch the body and soul of His precious son?

When they lifted Jesus’ body down from the cross, did the last few drops touch the hands of the called?  Did they feel the burning and stirring inside of something miraculous about to happen?

Are there yet drops of His blood that have seeped deep into the soil at the place called Golgotha, that by its very presence makes the city Holy, not for what it is, but for who left His blood along a pre-ordained path?

Are my hands stained with Jesus’ Blood when I walk away from the path He pre-ordained me to, like the many who strayed back then, and in their ignorance and anger, drained the miracle giving, life healing, Blood of Jesus out onto the ground?

Do I stand on hallowed ground and cry “No, it’s too hard” or like Simon of Cyrene, do I pick up the cross and wrap an arm around my beaten circumstance and walk toward the word God spoken into my life?

If I had held one drop of Jesus’ blood in the palm of my hand, could I have seen the eternal face of God in its reflection?

Thank you God for a sacrifice I may never truly understand the ramifications of, for a gift of which I may never realize the full preciousness.

 

By Linda J Humes

Written 3-28-2009

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LORD OF THE DANCE

15 Dec

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; Ecclesiastes 3:4

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Take My hand as I draw you near,

Rest your cheek tenderly against Mine.

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My arm holds firmly across your back,

You are fully enveloped in My love.

This is our time of intimacy.

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Now step boldly back, secure in My love, safe.

Dance before Me, as a delicate flower.

The sweet fragrance so intoxicating.

This is our time of thankfulness.

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Step back again and dance fervently,

Firmly plant your feet,

Chase away the evil with your hands.

Fight away the temptation that searches out our children.

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This is our time of intercession.

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As you grow faint, weary in the battle,

Step back to me, safely in My arms, enveloped in My arms,

Receiving My strength, receiving My love,

This is our time of renewing.

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Take My hand.

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Written 2-6-2002

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To Know

2 Nov

As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit, nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child: even so thou knowest not the works of God who maketh all.    Ecc 11:5

The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.    John 3:8

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At the breath of dawn

I raise my life to You.

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I feel your warmth,

caressing the weary lines

that etch and pull

at the curves of my face.

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Your light tenderly penetrates

the closed lids

of my eyes,

beckoning me to see,

far past the visible realm.

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I raise myself up,

straight and tall,

pleading to you for the strength

I once had

of my own ability.

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My own strength fails,

as it always has,

but Your strength overcomes

my weakness

as I step out for You.

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I remain in sweet communion,

our spirits touch through

the gift of Your precious Spirit.

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I absorb and regenerate

from the power of joining with You.

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Your anointing oil pours

from the cup of Your desires

to the hope of my will.

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I see what you have called me to,

but understand not.

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I touch the oil that flows

down my garments

and wonder “Why”?

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The oil glistens on my fingertips

as I take it to its appointed work.

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I question and doubt,

every step of the way,

at why I was chosen for this work;

whether I could truly

make a difference.

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As I reach the appointed place,

I reach out and touch the life

I’ve been sent to heal.

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The anointing and the Spirit become one,

coursing through this vessel.

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The Spirit speaks forth

as virtue flows out

through these fingertips

and into another called of God.

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After the evening passes

and the shadows of doubt diminish

I return to the dawn

to seek You once again.

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I so desire to know You,

to understand the plans

You’ve set in motion,

a plan that only you

can comprehend.

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Forgive me, Lord,

in the dusk of doubt.

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Help me to know that

my greatest mission

is to carry forth the touch

You have put in my hand,

And to take the steps,

You have placed in my feet.

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Help me to realize that

all I need to know,

all I need to understand,

is that every move I make

is completely in Your will.

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Written 6-17-99

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WHICH WAY

6 Oct

“. . . and God said . . . “ Genesis


My compass spins – 

 North, South, West, East,

 Back and forth,

 Forward and Back.


 I turn this way and that,

 Trying to find True North.

 Which way Lord?


I step left – 

 The road falls away.

I step right – 

 The wall is so high.

Which way Lord,

 I’m so tired?


My compass spins – 

 The world spins around me.

 Echoes of light shoot past,

 Echoes of the past speed through my mind.

 Which way Lord?


God, I’m so weary – 

 I can’t hear Your voice.

 I’m bombarded with the noise of daily life.

 How do I know which voice is you?

 I’m spinning,

 I’m spinning.


A gentle hand stops my feet,

 Sweet music fills my ears,

 The voice of God shouts forth,

 Through the words of the prophet.

 Be still, Be still, Be still.


There is THE voice – 

 Still and small,

 “Face your compass toward me,” it says.

 “Face your compass toward me.”


“Tell my children I wait for them – 

 To plant their feet, 

 To plant My Word.

 Tell my Children.”


True North!!

 

 

Written 2-8-2007

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