Monday, March 25, 2013

all are precious in His sight.


The lonely, forgotten, the wealthy, the poor;
Teeming masses abroad, the man at your door, 
The angry, the ugly, the frightened, confused;
The drunkard, the addict, the abuser, the abused –
All these are precious in our Savior’s sight
They all need His cleansing; they all need His light.

The toddler, the baby, the elderly too,
The young man or young woman showing off a tattoo; 
The gangster, the rapper, the actress, the dude,
The guy with a Mohawk or a bad attitude;
All these Jesus died for, that they might be free.
They are all people, like you and like me.

The woman who’s cussing and slapping her child,
The boy who is tough, the girl who is wild; 
The single young mother, the deadbeat dad,
The loser, the user, the old man who’s sad –
They all are our neighbors, they all are “somebody.”
They are brothers and sisters, they are FAMILY.

Those struggling with cancer, the widows who cry,
The druggie who stares with a sad, vacant eye; 
The filthy, the neat freak, the hoarder next door,
The one who has ten cats, or fifty dogs, or more;
They just need “someone” – someone who cares,
Someone to teach them that God hears their prayers.

The soldier, the veteran, the suicidal, depressed;
The homeless, the prostitute, the sick and distressed; 
The gay man, the biker in leather and steel,
The lesbian, the hippie just “tryin’ to be real,”
Beneath the rough surface, and past the façade,
A soul is just starving and thirsting for God.

The superreligious, the perfect, the proud,
The self-sufficient know-it-all, the snobby church crowd; 
The preacher, the pastor, his family and wife,
The missionary who gives up his home and his life;
Although these may not seem to need much care,
They also need Jesus; they need time, love, and prayer.

We can help someone; we can show how we care.
We can smile, hug, or visit, or hold hands in prayer. 
We can give them an hour, a meal, or a lift,
A toy, or a promise of some special gift.
It doesn’t take much to shine God’s light where it’s dim,
When we remember that ALL these are precious to Him.


- Angela Gellenbeck, "Some precious lessons that the Lord has taught me this year, 2012."
  The Heartbeat of the Remnant, January/February 2013

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 did you need that?
I think I did.

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hello.

it's Passover, and tomorrow Feast of Unleavened Bread starts.
so I hope you all have a happy, yeast-free week!
(is that a challenge?)

I promised I would tell my goats' names.
Truli (girl, brown)
Mocho (boy, white)
it's a long story. maybe for another time.. or maybe not.


anyway,
reach out to people and tell your family and friends, "I love you".
you never know what will happen tomorrow.

this also touched me this week. 
see if it doesn't make you about cry.

One more post before I go to bed.

Over the last few years I have made a conscious effort to tell my friends that I love them. While I did not have the close relationship with Isaac a few of you did, tonight it is a small comfort to me that I told Isaac that very thing on several occasions in the last few months. That I loved him. I am also thankful that when I was prompted to by the Holy Spirit, that I picked up the phone and called him just let him know I loved him and was thinking of him.

I don't say this to brag on myself. There are too many rotten things about me to ever think of doing that. I tell you this in the hopes that it will inspire you to pick up the phone and make that phone call today Call that friend you have been thinking of. Let them know you love them. Ask how they are doing. You never know when you might hear they have "crossed over the river". And even if they haven't, we all need to hear that we are loved by our friends.

Don't assume that your friends know you love them. Call them up and tell them. Hey, why stop at one. Why not call three of your friends tomorrow and let them know you love them?

Try this. Ask God who he wants you to call and encourage/love/bless today. Then grab that phone and do it. Don't put it off. Sure, it may be out of your comfort zone. Do it anyways. In Isaac's memory. Please?

Later y'all...

RagPicker


 TO MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS:
I love you all more than you'll ever know.
                                             

2 comments:

thanks for the thoughts!