... it. Now imagine talking to those eggs and trying to communicate a new vision to them. Now don’t think I’m silly. Use your imagination. You say to those eggs, “Someday you’re going to fly. You’re going to have wings and soar to the heavens.” With the warmth of the parent birds, there is a change in that egg -- day after day -- until a little bird is hatched. It can’t fly yet, but you can now see the beginnings of wings. As C. S. Lewis says, “We’re all like eggs at present. And you cannot go ...
... their flock, they tried again and again to recall the words and the tune. As they struggled to recall exactly what the angels sang, they heard a lamb bleating in the distance. Another one had gone astray. They each looked at each other to see which would leave the warmth of the fire to go into the cold, dark night to rescue the lost sheep. Finally, a young boy who would have been too young to have heard the angel's announcement that first Christmas night, got up from the campfire and went out in the dark of ...
... in prayer. Whether as a church or in your own life, I challenge you today to spend each morning for 10 minutes or more in prayer. Open your heart to God and tell Jesus what is on your mind and spirit. Allow him to comfort you, envelope you with his warmth and love, and send you out into the day knowing your foundation is rooted in him. Prayer builds faith. Faith builds passion. Jesus provides the light. Are you Spirit soaked?
... that” kind of religion but a relational, gratitude-based, covenant-style faith. Christians don’t bestow love, forgiveness, and grace because a rule book says, “they should.” They do it, because they feel a deep sense of gratitude, humility, warmth, and love from the realization of Jesus’ gift of grace, his sacrificial gift of love, his forgiveness, and the overwhelming magnitude of his saving inheritance. When Christians realize the depth and breadth of what they have received, their hearts become ...
... . Or if you were young, to remember your moment of confirmation of that baptism. Or perhaps in your life you have many times, or other significant times, when you have consciously taken Jesus as your Lord and Savior. Remember that feeling of joy and warmth as you received him into your heart or answered God’s call upon your life. Remember that acknowledgement of God’s presence when your cares and troubles melted away, and you felt the Spirit wash over you with security, comfort, relief, and acceptance ...
... . In the small room, God felt like a mother to her. God is an administrator. She told the priest that she was sorry, and the priest let her go with a feeling of disdain. The disapproval was expected. The surprise, for her, was this feeling of acceptance and warmth from Mary. She cried all the way home, not because the priest was indifferent, but because Mary saw the good in her. She thought, “I feel sad but real. Mary saw the good me trapped inside. That means the good me is real.” We all have to be ...
482. I Missed Your Touch Upon My Skin
Illustration
Maxie Dunnam
... who successfully took his own life. Everyone was shocked that this bright, cheerful person, whose life held such promise could kill himself. From a journal Peter kept hidden under his bed, this poem was discovered: I missed your touch upon my skin I missed your love and warmth within And most of all, whoever you are, I missed you. That's a sad story. Do you feel with peter the driving need we all have to be deeply cared for and touched? The data is clear. We know that children who aren't played with ...
483. The Legend of the Touchstone
John 20:1-18
Illustration
James W. Moore
... 's a great story to recall on Easter Sunday morning. According to that ancient legend, if you could find the touchstone on the coast of the Black Sea and hold it in your hand, everything you touched would turn to gold. You could recognize the touchstone by its warmth. The other stones would feel cold, but when you picked up the touchstone, it would turn warm in your hand. Once a man sold everything he had and went to the coast of the Black Sea in search of the touchstone. He began immediately to walk along ...
... depends on our depth. Sometimes sin carries us so far into darkness that we lose sight of God’s mercy in our perception of his judgment. However, though we may be too deep to see its effects, God’s light of love still shines, and his warmth is never so far away that we cannot rise to meet it once again. Beware of utilizing faith as a banner for personal goals or ideology. Church History: Forms of Christian zealotry have appeared at times throughout church history for achieving military or political aims ...
... of what is to be expressed Psalm 19:1 (NRSV). It more closely means, “The heavens are continually telling the glory of God.” It’s always happening, without ceasing. All we have to do is look up, notice the beauty of the stars, feel the warmth of the sun, marvel at the shape of the clouds, and we are reminded of God’s glory. Next, the psalm does something surprising — after the majestic language about God as the Creator of the universe, the sustainer of heaven, the psalm devotes the next verses ...
... shores of the ocean, or looking up at the stars –God’s voice is only a moment of awareness away. Think for a moment about your own life. Close your eyes for a moment and listen for God’s voice. Become aware of God’s presence around you. Feel the warmth of the Spirit surround you. No matter what message God has in store for you, no matter where God will lead you, no matter where you are in your life, the moment you feel God’s presence, I’ll bet it feels like “home.” May God bless you all as ...
... and brighter, and I could see a figure in the light. Heaving, taking a deep breath, I tentatively took one more step. As I did, a figure seemed to come out of the light. I couldn’t make out features but somehow, I knew it was Jesus. I felt a warmth enter my heart. I breathed a little easier. Yet, I still could not move on the stairs. Surely, I was not worthy enough for my Savior, the Christ, to come to me. Then as the figure became clearer, I saw arms outstretched to me. I stood frozen on the steps ...
... a grassy bank staring at the clouds. As children we’ve looked for shapes in the cloud formations and have imagined what it would be like to soar to the clouds, to touch their seemingly “fluffy” nature, to lie down in their soft, wispy warmth. In cartoons, we wistfully imagine sitting in the clouds, soaking up the view, as though they were a luxurious bed of soft, billowy cotton. In fact, clouds are anything but light, soft billows. In actuality, clouds are heavy, water-filled accumulations. When they ...
... of death. The voice shouted “yes!” against the “no” of defeat and the gray “I don’t know” of the moment. At that exact second, “a light was lit in a distant farmhouse.” Like a beacon it called attention to itself. It spoke of life and warmth and family and love. Frankl said that in that moment he began to believe. And in that moment, he began to live again. “And He Breathed Into Them The Breath Of Life…” This was the moment, in a different time and context, that we read about today ...
... , it floated in space. Inside was a man whose face seemed so familiar and friendly that my friend knew immediately this was an intimate acquaintance. However, he could not seem to remember how they were associated, nor the man’s name. The man, with a smile of warmth, invited him to step off the cliff into the contrivance and be carried on a delightful journey in the yellow tent. But my friend was so intrigued by the device itself that he wanted to try it on his own. He wanted to pilot the magical airship ...
... Christ. A marination in the promises that they would deliver to all who would listen in the coming times. Summer is coming! It’s the time, as we’ll celebrate soon at Pentecost, to be outdoors, to grill some BBQ, to celebrate spring, and to revel in the warmth of the balmy air. Can’t you almost smell that charcoal? Taste that brisket? Anyone ever make a great marinade and soak that meat overnight before tossing it onto the grill? The reason it tastes so good is because you took the time to allow it to ...
... especially be remembered as a loving husband, a great father, a wonderful brother, a devoted son, a caring friend, an Eastern airline devotee, and especially, a wonderful man. God has given us all the gift of memories not only to bring smiles to our faces and warmth to our souls, but also to help us to realize that what’s gone still manages to live on, that when someone we love dies, that life continues. And it continues not only in our memories, but it continues in a resurrected existence where peace and ...
... ’s Day. Be it her presence at the major events of all of her family’s lives. Be it the prayers she said, the little things she did, her willingness to do anything for you, her gentle and kind demeanor, her attention to details, the warmth she generated, the kindness for which she was responsible, Helen Moran, from her background position, from her behind the scenes location was indeed a major player in the lives of each and every member of her family. She was the Dorothy Wordsworth, the Fanny Stillwell ...
... within that community. Together, they have woven them together. Today, this quilt represents a slice of history, the story of a community bound together by their beautiful differences and yet committed to living and working with each other to create warmth, tradition, and hope for the future. The Amish are not unique in this practice. Quilting by piecing together the history and stories of families and communities has been traditional also among Native Americans, such as the Navajo, among native Alaskans ...
... a distance you can't tell if it is on or not, can you? What do you need to do to find out if it is on? You need to get closer and closer to it, don't you? The closer you get, the warmer it becomes. At first the warmth might feel good, but then it starts to get hotter and hotter, doesn't it? And when it gets hot enough, what happens? That's right you get burned and that burn hurts for a long time even after you are away from the iron. Temptation is like that iron ...