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Comment by Mark Loiseau on October 26, 2009 at 8:38pm

Hello All,

Wrap your lightning fast minds around this: Everything that God has done for us is in the spiritual! His work is eternally complete! Everything that God does in our lives flows from the finished work He completed in our spirit, including our connection to Him in The Spirit.

The exercise of our faith and authority in Christ is enacted, or transacted primarily and mostly through our verbal declarations, commands, prayers, and announcements.

This is why we need The Word of God to guide our life-conversation and declarations. Can I get a witness?

Comment by DANA on May 13, 2009 at 1:03am

Hello to all the newest members here! Feel free to start a discussion on any topic of interest, request a prayer and join in by sharing what God is doing in your life. We would love to hear from you!

Comment by Melissa Raines on May 9, 2009 at 5:19pm

The Tree story sounded like some of the stories that my beloved grand mother would tell me . She taught me that god loved us all even with our flaws .

Comment by inwardsea on May 9, 2009 at 6:02am

A Rumination for Saturday




Being What God Means Us To Be

Thomas Merton


A tree gives glory to God by being a tree. For in being what God means it to be it is obeying [God]. It 'consents,' so to speak, to [God's] creative love. It is expressing an idea which is in God and which is not distinct from the essence of God, and therefore a tree imitates God by being a tree.

The more a tree is like itself, the more it is like [God]. If it tried to be like something else which it was never intended to be, it would be less like God and therefore it would give [God] less glory....

This particular tree will give glory to God by spreading out its roots in the earth and raising its branches into the air and the light in a way that no other tree before or after it ever did or will do... .

The special clumsy beauty of this particular colt on this April day in this field under these clouds is a holiness consecrated to God by [God's] own creative wisdom and it declares the glory of God.

The pale flowers of the dogwood outside this window are saints. The little yellow flowers that nobody notices on the edge of that road are saints looking up into the face of God. This leaf has it own texture and its own pattern of veins and its own holy shape, and the bass and trout hiding in the deep pools of the river are canonized by their beauty and their strength. The lakes hidden among the hills are saints, and the sea too is a saint who praises God without interruption in her majestic dance.

The great, gashed, half-naked mountain is another of God's saints. There is no other like him. He is alone in his own character; nothing else in the world ever did or ever will imitate God in quite the same way. That is his sanctity.

But what about you? What about me?

Comment by Belle on March 30, 2009 at 7:21pm

welcome to our group! We are glad you found us!

Comment by GH1979 on March 30, 2009 at 6:15pm

Hi all just wanted to say this looks like a great group, and glad to find it!

Comment by Sarah Simmons on March 28, 2009 at 7:52pm

That was absolutely beautiful! I totally agree with that, and trust me, I've got lots of holes that I am trying with all of my might to give to God and not take control myself. Everything for a reason I always say. Let God's will be done.

Comment by Sheila Wilkinson on March 18, 2009 at 8:38pm

Just beautiful - I believe that to be true - how God will look upon those who struggle. Amen.

Comment by DANA on March 18, 2009 at 8:25pm

Belle, Quilt of Holes is Beautiful!

Comment by Belle on March 17, 2009 at 8:39pm

Quilt of Holes

As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along
with all the other souls.

Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many
piles; an angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together
into a tapestry that is our life.

But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how
ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant
holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been
difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in every day
life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of
all.

I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole
here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the
bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was
disheartened.

My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and
empty, like binding air.

Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the
light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose; each in turn, holding up
their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel looked upon
me, and nodded for me to rise.

My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly
fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been
trials of illness, and wealth, and false accusations that took from me my
world, as I knew it. I had to start over many times. I often struggled
with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick
up and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for
help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which
I endured painfully, each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that
I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who
unfairly judged me.

And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to
accept it for what it was.

I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light.
An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who
stared at me with wide eyes.

Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many
holes,creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before
me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, 'Every time you gave over
your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles.

Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me
shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you.'

May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine
through!

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