Bride of Christ, Family of God

If our debate about the way we relate to each other as the body/family of Christ does not first stem from our understanding of our need, and the nature of our relationship with our God through His Son, by His Spirit, then the debate will go on. And our relationships will be dysfunctional.

For example:

If those who are the children of God through a right relationship with His Son, Jesus, confirmed by the presence of His Spirit within their own spirit, are called the bride of Christ then would not all have to relate to Christ as husband…including men, singles, divorcees, widows/widowers, children, teens, and wives? If each understood, believed, valued and lived in light of Christ as husband, comforter, provider, leader, lover, ‘head’, forgiver, restorer, friend, saviour, would we not better understand ourselves and our own roles in that light?

Just wondering.

From Rules To Relationships -Tom Wall

Matthew 9:14-17   Jeremiah 10:1-7

Some quotes, and possibly some are my reflections.

We like to be free but we like our traditions.

Rituals can be performed without Jesus at the centre of it all.

Doing things for the sake of the things, or the doing themselves, misses the point.

We don’t understand the inward focus because we’re too busy with the outward focus.

We fast for something we don’t have, and long for. Longing for intimacy with God? Fast from those things which hide my longing; fast until my longing is fulfilled – with his presence.

Jesus Is More Than His Gifts

Reflecting on Matthew 8:5-13

The centurion’s statement of faith was about who Jesus is and who he himself was in the light of that knowledge.

His request was for healing.

His statement of faith was about who Jesus is.

Michael Card – Scribbling In The Sand

But Jesus is more than his gifts…He wants to give…himself.

 …Jesus, already having given all he could, seeks out men and women to see them again, to touch them and be touched by them

Individuality, Originality, Eclecticism, Truth

I do believe there is absolute truth. I do not believe that I comprehend all of it, but desire to process through all thoughts, ideas, programs, systems etc. that I may come across and check them against that which I believe to be true, have observed or experienced to be true.

I am thoughtful of wanting to give credit of any thought or process etc. with its point or person of origin, but I also find as I go on that I am a complex mix of all I have listened to, observed, learned from in some way. The older I get, the more difficult it is to say where thoughts and actions had their origins. Ecclesiastes in the Bible says that their is nothing new under the sun; we ALL are a mix of where we have been, what we have heard and observed, and our own individual stamp.

I’m enjoying a re-read of “Scribbling In The Sand” by Michael Card and wanted to share a quote from a letter he sought from Harold Best.

Your work will always be “out of” what you have somehow come across and “into” what others will eventually come across.

Thus dont’ be afraid to borrow the best and grow from the borrowing…The best artists begin by being influenced and end up influencing…

It is…finding others who themselves have found others who in turn have found still others, joining humbly and hungrily with this vast community, then seeing the difference that individuality has made all around you and praying that you will end up making enough difference to warrant your citizenship in the same community.

I want to borrow from you. I hope that you will borrow from me. I will endeavour to attribute to you what I have gleaned. I hope you will attribute to me that which you have “borrowed” from me.

I desire to be part of a humble, hungry, vast, community. Ubuntu from my African friends, grounded in Samvedna from my Indian friends.

The Crocodile Farm

There once was a crocodile farm that had two swamps for the crocodiles to enjoy; one great big one, and one teeny tiny one (that a frog barely fit into).

The crocodile farmer had two beautiful crocodiles who loved to lay in the sun beside the great big swamp to get warm. When they got too warm the two beautiful crocodiles would slide down the bank and into the cool murky water to cool off.

The two beautiful crocodiles loved their great big swamp; they loved sharing it together; they loved it when visitors to the crocodile farm came to look at them from over the fence.

One morning a truck drove up to the gate in the fence, which kept the crocodiles in and the people out. The two beautiful crocodiles, lying in the sun, didn’t move, but kept watch to see what would happen.

The gate opened…and two more crocodiles were taken out of the truck and left inside the fence, with the farmer’s two beautiful crocodiles. One of the new crocodiles was very similar to the two beautiful crocodiles, almost the same size even. The other of the two new crocodiles was HUGE! ENORMOUS! Very Impressive!

The two beautiful crocodiles thought it would be great to have the HUGE! ENORMOUS! Very Impressive! crocodile in their great big swamp with them. They thought that visitors to the farm would love looking at them even more with this HUGE! ENORMOUS! Very Impressive! crocodile sharing their swamp.

But the first-of-the-new-crocodiles was a bit skinny. The two beautiful crocodiles thought he didn’t look strong at all and also thought it was best if this one shared the teeny tiny swamp with the frog.

The HUGE! ENORMOUS! Very Impressive! crocodile enjoyed sunning himself on the bank of the great big swamp and sliding into the water when he got too warm. The two beautiful crocodiles were very glad he was in their swam, surely the visitors to the farm would love seeing two beautiful crocodiles and one HUGE! ENORMOUS! Very Impressive! crocodile all together.

The first-of-the-new-crocodiles enjoyed being with the frog. They became great friends. But this crocodile couldn’t enjoy the teeny tiny swamp. There wasn’t even enough room or water for the frog and definitely not enough room or water for the crocodile. Some times the first-of-the-new-crocodiles became so hot that he got sick because he couldn’t slide into the murky water of the swamp to cool off. But the frog would sit beside him and they would share stories together about all the swamps and farms they had lived on and about their families. They were very great friends.

One day the crocodile farmer brought some visitors to look over the fence at his crocodiles. The visitors watched the two beautiful crocodiles and the HUGE! ENORMOUS! Very Impressive! crocodile sunning themselves on the bank and sliding into the murky water. These three crocodiles heard them saying how much they liked being able to see them there.

Not many visitors looked over the fence at the first-of-the-new-crocodiles and the frog. But they were happy being friends and the first-of-the-new-crocodiles began to sing while the frog jumped a dance to his song.

When the visitors to the farm heard the first-of-the-new-crocodiles sing they moved to his end of the fence to listen. They loved hearing the song and watching the frog dance.

After the farmer and the visitors left, the two beautiful crocodiles had a think.

They thought that the visitors liked seeing that they were beautiful; and seeing the HUGE! ENORMOUS! Very Impressive! crocodile; and enjoyed hearing the first-of-the-new-crocodiles’ song; and were amused watching the frog dance.

So, the crocodiles and the frog all decided that they would share the great big swamp because they each were special – beautiful, HUGE!, musical and funny.

They all became friends and they all had visitors come to see and hear them at the crocodile farm. Which made the farmer very pleased.

 

6/7/2014

James 1:1-13

Gina Marie

 

 

James 1

Peter Craft – 6/5/2013

…the Bible shows us who we really are. It tells us who we are without Jesus and who we are if we are devoted to Jesus.

When we read the Bible we see our true selves reflected back to us. We see ourselves with all our faults and failures and all that we can be in Jesus.

So if we forget what we hear from God’s word, and if we fail to do what it says, we are really forgetting who we actually are.