Tag Archives: Mark

THE DAY THE ANGELS CRIED

30 Mar

Twin Towers 9-11-2001

 

“And Jesus answered him, The first of all the commandments is, Hear, O Israel; The Lord our God is one Lord: [30] And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. [31] And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.”           Mark 12:29-31

September 11th, 2001 will be one of those dates that no one will forget. It has engraved its importance upon our spirits and hangs heavy in our memory. September 11th, 2001 was the day the angels cried.

No one will forget the horror of the airplanes bursting through the tower walls of the world trade center, or the empty helplessness of watching the men and women falling the 80 to 90 stories to the ground. We felt hope as we watched the fire, police and rescue personnel head into the chaos and devastation when the towers swallowed them up.

When we saw the 110-story towers implode and disintegrate into powdery dust, dust made from concrete and glass, snowing down in a suffocating blizzard, we were there. Who the dust covered people were wasn’t important. The race, creed or color of the person wasn’t important. They were life – that was important. They were family – brothers and sisters who’s names we may never know, who’s stories we may never hear, but they were family – tied to us by the horror of the breach of freedom we so generously share.

America. A country so tender that we sat for hours glued to a TV screen and prayed, encouraged and cheered when rescue workers freed baby Jessica McClure from an abandoned well. A country so generous that we open our arms to the thousands of immigrants who cross our borders every year – providing them food, shelter, medical care and education. A country so strong that after wars and conflicts, we have been able to return home and raise our families with humility and a sense of forgiveness and peace. A blessed country, graciously blessing others. A country betrayed.

America. The tenderness and generosity grievously stunned by such a horrific act. America. Attacked strategically to destroy our economy and military intelligence – but rising up to recognize that in the moments of tragedy only one thing mattered – life and the preservation of it.

Helplessly scattered across the nation, we reached out with truckloads of food, clothing and medical supplies. We donated money from our household budgets to send to the Red Cross and Salvation Army who tended the victims and the rescue workers. We stood hours in line to give blood to send to the hospitals near ground zero. We mourn the deaths, rejoice with the miracles, encourage the jobless – and we pray. When we could do no more, we sat and watched the live news, for hours, days, weeks, and prayed; even still – we pray.

The probability of life in the wreckage is no longer. The fires that have burned in the stories of the crushed building for weeks send eerie symbolism of the bowels of Hell. Satan came down to destroy a country built on the premise of the Bible and dedicated to God, but he failed. What Satan has done to destroy America, God has turned around and created a new and wonderful understanding of what America is. God brought back to us the very foundations that this country was birthed on. God united the people and told the world that we are ONE. One people, one race, one color, one family – one AMERICA.

We will never forget the thousands entombed in the death of that majestic building – just as we have never forgotten the sailors entombed in the USS Arizona. In time we will forgive the misguided souls that did this – but we will never forget. Life will go on with some changes, but nothing that we, as individuals and as a nation, cannot overcome.

Since that day, the American people have been a little quieter; introspective. Mothers and fathers hold their children a little closer, holding their hands when they’re in public. Trivial things don’t matter any more. People don’t squabble in line at the grocery stores. Traffic is reduced, only traveling if necessary. The malls, restaurants and theatres are nearly empty where they used to be overflowing. People work less hours and spend more time with their families. We have become more aware of the treasures of life, and less caught up in the luxury available. We have re-established contact with distant family and old friends. Families are going back to church and re-establishing their relationship with their creator. People are more aware of the things around them and how very precious they are.

Satan took away the lives of 6000+ members of our family – and God showed us the way back to the true meaning of life. America – the land of the free, the home of the brave – family bound together by God. Victorious.

Many families now are seeing their children off to a war in a land where life has no meaning. A land where poverty is overwhelming and need is so great. A land where one man has orchestrated a gross evil that has marred their world. Some of our families are sending their children to an ultimate sacrifice, to ensure that our country is once again safe.

Jesus, grant us the grace to see you at every turn, no matter what the daily outcome seems. Jesus, build our faith with each passing moment. And Jesus, give us the strength to forgive, and the power to overcome.

10-13-2001

No One Knows

26 Dec

18 Wheeler

But of that day and that hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels which are in heaven, neither the Son, but the Father.     Mark 13:32 (KJV)

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I drive between the small town I live in and Phoenix, AZ every week.  Although the trips can make me very weary, usually it is quite uneventful and often gives me time of insight and inspiration.

5 o’clock came, end of day, and I started packing my car, ready to head back up the mountain toward home.  I was about to place a box of files in the back seat of my car, but for a flash of a second I saw them flying around in the sky.  I’ve learned to trust these flashes and with a smile I said, “Okay Lord” and put them securely in the trunk, wedged tight.

Traffic through the city was lighter than usual, for that I was grateful.  I had my glass of Iced Tea (to keep me awake) and my Christian Music (to keep me singing and bouncing), I was on a mission to get back to the family.

The main highway has been under construction for years and always poses a challenge for impatient drivers.  I set my speed with my cruise control and tried not to let anything distract me.  About an hour and a half into my trip I was in the heavy climbing area, where the road winds back and forth.  Trucks are to follow the signs that are posted in that area and remain in the right lane only; at least that’s what I thought.

The road curved to the left ahead of me and as I cleared the curve there was a semi-truck over half way into the left lane, directly in front of me, it was attempting to pass a slower truck in the right lane.  I hit my brakes and held the steering wheel as firmly as I could.  The brakes hopped, skipped and sang.  I went from 70 mph to 33 mph in . . . well . . . I was a little too preoccupied to notice, but I can tell you it was very few seconds.  It was the closest I have come to hitting anything; inches.  I don’t think the semi-truck ever saw me.

As soon as I was safely back in the lane of travel I heard the words, “No one knows the day or the hour.”  It quickened my spirit and pulled at my heart.  Only the hand of God kept me from hitting that truck – it wasn’t my day, it wasn’t my hour.

“Yes, Lord.”  Was I ready?   The faces of my family ran through my mind – I had almost left them behind that day.  What would have happened to them?  Had I finished the call that God had place before me?  WAS I READY??

God, nudge me.  Never let me tarry on items you’ve called me to complete.  Give me the strength and Wisdom to complete every task – leave nothing unfinished.  Teach me what is most important in Your eyes, that all will be complete.

Are you ready?

By Linda J. Humes

Written 5-31-2009

Forsaken

11 Nov

  Jesus with Cross - the Passion

And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?”–which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Mark 15:34 (NIV)

Easter has always been a hard day for me.  I love the music.  I love the spring clothing.  I love the new growth and flowers in bloom.  I love the promise of God that comes with the resurrection.  But, I can’t even think on the crucifixion and what it meant.

When I think about Jesus, and all He did during the 3 years of recorded ministry, hanging on a cross, ripped, bleeding, nailed; I cry.  When I recognize that the torture they put Him through was a sacrifice for my sins and a door to my eternal life; I cry.  How could this perfect man be so destroyed by a sin-filled people, didn’t they understand who He was?  He performed miracles before them and taught them the message of love and forgiveness.  How could they not know?

I wonder what God was feeling at the moment the soldiers stood the cross in place, the tortured body of His Son nailed to the front.  He had a plan, and His Son was the critical element of that plan, but He was also a father.

One of my children made a very poor decision and was picked up by the police department.  He was in the back of the squad car calling “Mom, Mom, Mom . . . !”  I wasn’t allowed to go near the car or speak to him.  Those words still echo in my head and mind and I get overwhelmed with emotion, knowing that my child needed me and the comfort of my words, but that there was nothing I could do.  Is that how God felt when Jesus cried out “My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?”  In the late hours of a dark night do they continue to haunt Him like my child’s words continue to haunt me?  Or was the outcome so powerfully wonderful that the echoes are diminished with love?

God, please forgive me for my portion of the plan that Your Son endured for me.  Hold me ever accountable to the call You placed on my life before the world was formed, and later when you formed me in my mother’s womb.  Let me always be diligent in praising You and sharing who You are to a world filled with darkness.

REMEMBERING YESTERDAY

14 Jul

Saddle oxfords

“And he called unto him the twelve, and began to send them forth by two and two; and gave them power over unclean spirits; And commanded them that they should take nothing for their journey, save a staff only; no scrip, no bread, no money in their purse: But be shod with sandals; and not put on two coats.” Mark 6:7-9 (KJV)

Seeing the commercials for Back-to-School clothing and taking notice of the clothing that people are wearing, almost always seemingly new, brought back memories of being a kid in the 50’sand a teen in the 60’s. My clearest memories are in my junior high school, where everyone had such a strong opinion of what was “cool” and what was not.

There were five kids in my household and money was tight. In grade school my mom made a lot of our clothing, some from flour sacks with tiny colorful flowers printed on them. In junior high school I was allowed to have 5 skirts and 5 blouses which we bought at the discount store. Sometimes I had a thing or two that fit from the year before, so those were subtracted from the items I was allowed to choose that year.

We were allowed to have one pair of shoes a year, which were always bought a thumb-width too long so you had room to grow into them during the year. By the end of summer you had to stuff cardboard inside so the rocks didn’t bruise your feet through the holes that had worn through the soles on the bottom. Plus, the stitching always wore through around the toe so the sole would flap as you walked. Sometimes epoxy helped, sometimes it didn’t. On the weekends were hand-me-down jeans and hand-me-down t-shirts and old gym shoes from the school year before. That’s just the way it was.

Then was an era when you took the time to put things back together – the handle on a coffee cup broke off, glue it on – the plate was dropped and broke in half, glue it back together – the handle on the rake broke, bailing wire and screws – the broom handle broke, tape and screws or use it short! Things had value because resources were few. We learned to cherish the things we had.

Today we live in a microwave society with an abundance of cheap, poorly made products designed to fail after a year’s use. We live in a society of debt and over extension so that “we” can have everything that “others” expect us to have to be normal. How did that happen? How do we get people back to “necessity” and out of “want”?

When Jesus sent the disciples out He told them to only take what they wore and two coats. He knew that carrying more would burden them and slow them down, keeping them from reaching the people He needed them to reaching in a timely manner. The disciples depended on God and the people of faith to provide for their needs as they did His work.

The children of Israel walked 40 years in the wilderness, but their clothing never ripped and their sandals never broke or wore through. What a miracle, I had a hard time getting 9 month’s wear out of my saddle oxfords!

Have we lost sight of why we are here? Have we sacrificed simplicity for a life of attractive complications? Jesus sent us with a simple yet powerful assignment, share the gospel with all people, care for the widows, the orphans and the homeless; comfort the hurting, pray for all.

I can do that. I am aware that the few things I give up each week can make a huge difference to a person in need. I can set a few extra plates at my table and invite folks over that need a break, a homemade meal and a time of encouragement. I can put together small packages of items and deliver them to the shelters. I can pray for the hurting, whether near or far, knowing that Jesus takes those prayers straight to the Father and a miracle will come soon. I can, I will.

Jesus, help me to always be aware of Your kingdom and Your children. Help me to walk past selfishness and always into Your will. Amen