I don't make new years resolutions. There's no big reason or paragraphed explanation as to why. I just never saw it as important. New Year to me is just another date. Another year. I am not a new person every new year, erasing my flaws like they never happened. I am not turning the page of my life-book on the struck of midnight and "Viola!": 365 new days for my new life. No. My new life started the day I turned to Jesus. I don' t have to count the 365 days, I have eternity with the lover of my soul. Uncountable days! In that day I was reborn in Christ, my new life started. And so did my journey with the Word of God. Gods word is my "new life" resolution.
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“The babies jostled each other within Rebekah’s womb, and she said, ‘Why is this happening to me?’ So she went to inquire of the Lord. The Lord said to her, ‘Two nations are in your womb, and two peoples from within you will be separated; one people will be stronger than the other, and the older will serve the younger.’ ” – Genesis 25:23-24 (NIV)
Birthright is the right which naturally belonged to the firstborn son (in this case Esau). The birthright of the firstborn entitled him to a double portion of what his father had to leave. This probably means that he had a double share of such property as could be divided. The firstborn furthermore became head of the family and thus succeeded to the charge of the family property, becoming responsible for the maintenance of the younger sons, the widow or widows, and the unmarried daughters. He also, as head, succeeded to a considerable amount of authority over the other members. Further, he generally received the blessing, which placed him in close and favored covenant-relationship with Yahweh. (Source: Biblestudytools.com) I never share my sermon messages. Not because I don't want to, but because when I sit to write, I let the Holy Spirit guide my thoughts and my words. And getting ready to type the blog, all I could think of was this message God shared with the Church. Before you sigh and think you have to read through an entire sermon, don't worry, I have shortened it. I hope you learn from it as much as I did.
As I was reading the note at the Licensing Department 'Please do NOT make use of runners' it triggered a memory of our Mozambican holiday a couple of years ago…
It was December, we were filled with so much excitement about our island holiday laying ahead, but we first had to conquer the border. As we approached the border, we saw the trucks lined up for kilometers before border patrol, and the queue of cars didn’t look much better. When we celebrate events in life, we invite loved ones, we often buy gifts, we cook, we bake, we charge the camera’s batteries and make sure we have enough memory to capture every single moment of that day…we basically go all out to make it a day of remembrance. And then years after the event, we will look at the photos, and remember it with great joy. We will relive the moment, and talk and laugh about it again. “This day shall be for you a memorial day, and you shall keep it as a feast to the Lord; throughout your generations, as a statute forever, you shall keep it as a feast.” – Exodus 12:14
Gift giving evolved in a Christmas art form all on it's own. How many hours have you spend looking for the perfect gift for someone, not even mentioning the hours pondered over it and the financial costs involved. The busy malls, long ques and kids becoming irritated and bored. (I think this applies to some spouses too...) So what do I love about gifts then?
It is early morning, I’m sitting outside sipping coffee, reflecting on life, and embracing the new day. Relaxed and content I listen to the morning sounds of our holiday destination. It was a long stretch to get here, but now we can put our feet up and unwind. “For he who has once entered God’s rest also has ceased from the weariness and pain of human labours, just as God rested from those labours peculiarly His own.” – Hebrews 4:10
You know when you throw a pebble into a lake, those beautiful circular ripples that grows bigger and bigger until momentum flattens them out again? You know the beautiful multiple ripples a stone creates when you skip it over the serene surface? And you know the unmistakable plonking splash of a rock hitting the water? Well this past week my life felt like I was standing under a rock slide and rock after rock was taking turns to uninvited plonk into my lake. I'm referring to the rough, unpolished normal rocks. Not pretty stones or polished pebbles. ROCKS!
Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive, who is youer than you! – Dr. Suess
These words carry so much truth and wisdom! And I came to fully appreciate this after reading an article on the Idealist Revolution webpage, about the uniqueness of our tears. The article starts with these words: Mark Twain said that Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see. I think this is very true! Except I think that us, the seeing and hearing are the most hard hearing and blindest when it comes to kindness. Isn't kindness what we expect from other people? See, the overall problem with kindness is that we believe that we, because we are children of God, automatically qualify in having a heart of kindness. So we sit arms crossed waiting for our fellow brothers and sisters to show kindness to the world. After all, we are expecting it as part of their fruit bouquet right?
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