LARGE PRINT BIBLE

Yes. It has finally happened. I bought my first Large Print Bible. I suppose that means I am getting old (not just older). However, when I did open up my new Bible, it was wonderful to not have to squint. I didn't realise that I had been avoiding my Bible because it was giving me a bit of a headache to read it. I know you think I should just go get a pair of glasses, but I've already got a pair because I can't see things far away. So it would mean bi-focals. And if a large print Bible makes me feel old, then I don't think bi-focals are going to make me feel young. But having to have glasses sitting on my nose for a long period of time also gives me a headache. So, for now, I have solved the problem the best (and least painful) way that I can. I'm glad I put my pride away, admitted my age and found the answer to the problem. It's good to be able to see God's words of encouragement, love and even discipline up close and personal again. Just like my relationship with Jesus: up close and personal.
 "Charm and beauty are fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord will be praised." Proverbs 31.  Let the wrinkles and grey hair come, I'll stick with Jesus through whatever it takes. And if taking a few hits to my vanity is the beginning... then so be it. (translation: "Amen")

Saturday Suffering

As Easter approaches I've been thinking a lot about Easter Saturday. The Bible doesn't talk about the day after Jesus died. It must have been such a horrible day for all those who loved him and had put all their hopes in him. They thought HE was the ONE! The long awaited messiah. But he was dead. Over. Finished. They didn't know back then, what we know now. That Sunday was coming! And boy! what a day that was going to be. But to those suffering through Saturday, it must have seemed like it would never end.


I heard someone say once that a person can live without food for several weeks, without water for several days but without hope they will almost instantly perish. I met Jesus and became a Christian just before my 12th birthday but I can still remember what it was like without him. I had decided to kill myself the day before. I had figured out that life was too painful and I was too small to get through on my own. Little did I know what would happen the very next day. A day that would forever change me in ways that I still don't comprehend and never fully will until I see him "face to face".

But the day before ... the day of pain, of grief, of suffering ... it seemed like it would never end. It stretched on forever in front of me, because I didn't know what was coming.

But once we know something we can't un-know it. Now we know that Jesus lives, that his home is inside of us, he has gone to Heaven to prepare us a place, that he will come back for us and (most importantly) he never breaks a promise!

So hang onto that one promise and the loving God who will never break it. Then every week, when Sunday rolls around, realize that God is reminding you once again that Sunday always comes. Once his grave became empty, it stayed empty! And that for thousands of years, billions of people have believed:

" I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand upon the earth. And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God;"


(Job 19:25-26)

Remember: Sunday is always just a day away.
 
Easter Blessings to All