I'm a firm beleiver that God puts us in places with certain people to show us things and open our worlds - he has been doing that alot with me today. Exciting plans and wonders are beginning to brew.
Thought i'd share a little from my prayer journal, something i was mulling over last night.
Been thinking about communion and the fact that i still after years and years i dont really get it. The King of Kings in all his majesty became a human, a weak human, was beaten and broken. we drink that blood, we are washed in that blood. There is great power in it because of his humility. In His humble blood there is great power.
Power in blameless sacrifice - it harnesses all the power of creation - of heaven - of the universe. It ripped the veil in the temple, cracked the rocked where Aslan was killed. Humility has the victory over death, over EVERYTHING EVER. that broken and beaten man hanging from the tree transformed the world and changed eternity.
While He was on the earth he valued the things that the world couldn't even see. He ate with the ones the wolrd dispised. Even his disciples, those closest to Him only saw Him through a glass darkly, didn't understand.
He turned the priorities of the wolrd upside down and he is still doing it today. he longs for us to do the same. To unleash that ancient power of old by acting out of humility and love.
To go in to battle with a towel round our waist and mud on our knees. The battle is won as we feed the poor, love the unloveable, befriend the rejected, father the fatherless.
There is ultimate power in the sacrifice - in the unseen sacrifice.
I haven't been able to shake the image of Aslan after the stone table had been cracked in two. That is the Mighty God we serve today. His voice thunders over the waters and yet He beat death through a painful death on the cross.i want to live my life with that same power. i want to unlockthe power of the cross in my life, the power of sacrifice and love.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Smith - gone but not forgotten
On monday night my hamster Smith died.It has made me much sadder than i thought it would which makes me feel slightly pathetic!
She was 2 1/2 and died peacefully in her sleep, i reckon thats pretty good going for a hamster.
She was a good hamster named after Smith Wigglesworth eventhough she was a girl.
She only ever bit one person once and that's becuase she thought it was a carrot.
She was very tame and lovely and used to run around my room in her little plastic ball.
Once steve put vaseline in her fur to make her a punk hamster and from then on no boys were EVER allowed to touch her.
Mum and dad had been looking after her for the past three months cos i'm not allowed pets in my new house. I missed her.
and now she's dead, that sucks.
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