Tag: love

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Matthew 12:38-42

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Sometimes looking back
We look forward
Toward the future held in store
What was so much more
Than we originally knew
What will we do
Now that we know?

If we go on as if what has happened isn’t for us?
We miss the bus.
Will we trust in what God has spoken?

The story of Jonah wasn’t a token
An island event unattached
It matched the heart of God being revealed
A God who healed
And who has dealed with us in so much grace
Offering place
So we’d stop running our own race
Slow our pace
Turn away from disgrace
Turning toward Him
It must begin, within
But not remain unseen
If we know what love means
It arrives on the shores of our lives

(this was all in response to Jonah
We live in an era that is much later,
And have celebrated something even greater!)

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1 Corinthians 15:12-20

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Because she has loved me
She will love me.

As the sunset is bursting with beauty
So the sunrise will be beauty filled.

The way this toy boat floats
So also an aircraft carrier.

The whimsy of a floating balloon
Increases as you release it.

If A = B = C
A = C

If an impossibility happens
The impossible is possible.

In the same way
Paul uses logic
To prove the illogical.

The first fruits
From a New tree.
Foretaste of what will be.

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John 20:11-20

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While others left, off on their way
Mary stayed and wept
She wondered where her Lord had gone
And who, his body kept.

She was pleasantly surprised
When gardener turned out to be
That Jesus for whom her heart was for
Looking right at her, saying “Mary!”

How often do we look at things
Without a pinch of hope?
How often is our vision blurred
By being at the end of our rope?

Mary was not looking
For a Savior that could dance
She’d assumed the body was taken
And she had lost her chance

Her chance to participate in grieving
To remember what she’d lost
To sit and ponder just how great
Everything that had happened, cost.

I wonder what would’ve happened
If for life, her hope had room
If she pumped her fist like a child who won
When she discovered the empty tomb?

If Jesus would have played a bit
Of Holy “Hide & Seek”,
Or if he would have tapped her shoulder
Then turned the other cheek

I’m not advocating
That there isn’t time to grieve
But if that’s all we’ve come to do
We need an invitation to believe

Believe that what looks like death
And causes apprehension
Can be offered to God in Jesus’ name
And used for His redemption