Showing posts with label Mary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mary. Show all posts

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Change By The Number


Change By the Number

Many changes take place during our lifetime.  At age 55, we are unofficially recognized as seniors.  We can find special housing, and are kindly offered “senior discounts” at many eating places.  While we may resent the title, we gratefully accept the discounts. 
As we approach 65, the contents in our mail boxes change too.  Items we once ignored, we now read: social security and medicare information, as well as supplement insurance notices.  Our appointment calendars look different with fewer activities and more medical appointments listed.  We begin to admit that we have aches and pains; some where we didn’t even know we had parts.
As we reach 70, our medical appointments come up more often, and we listen carefully as the doctor talks to us about heart disease, strokes and other serious illnesses. 
And then there’s 80!  We stay at home more than we go out; the joints give us a little more trouble and our medicine cabinets seem to be filling up with strange pills and ointments.
And what can be said of 90?  Not much except that it does not need to be depressing if we have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ, Who is “the same yesterday, and today, and forever” (Heb. 13:8).  He cares for our every need.
When our energy dwindles, He is our Strength, when we are lonely and feel forgotten, He is our Friend; when we are discouraged and frustrated, He is our Help.  His watchful eye is always focused on His children.  If “His eye is on the sparrow,” then we can be thankfully confident that He also watches over us.


Sunday, April 8, 2012

Mary's Story



Mary’s Story
(from John 16-20)
There were a number of Jesus’ friends standing near the cross when He died.  I was there with Mary, His mother.  It had to be hard for her to see wicked men put her first-born to death.  She had watched Him grow up, heal sick people and even give life to some who had died.  And now, He was dying.
I heard as He called out to John, asking him to care for His mother.  He was concerned about her to His dying hour.  Together we watched as Joseph, a quiet follower, took our Master to a nearby garden grave.  I saw where they buried Him.
It was still dark that early morning when I decided to go to the tomb.  Much to my surprise, the stone that had covered the grave entrance was gone.  I quickly went to tell Peter and John about it, and they ran to the garden grave to check it out for themselves.  After they left, I took one last look into the tomb and there I saw two angels.  I broke into a sob and one of them asked why I was crying.  As I began to explain, another person stood nearby.  He too asked, “Why are you crying?”  I quickly explained that someone had taken Jesus and I didn’t know where they had taken Him.  Quietly the Stranger spoke just one word.  “Mary,” He said with tenderness.  It was Jesus; my Master, my Lord, my Friend.  He was alive!  He was alive!
I ran as fast as I could to tell His disciples.  “I have seen Jesus,” I cried excitedly.  “He is alive.”
Yes, Jesus is alive.
Rejoice, rejoice O Christian, lift up your voice and sing
Eternal hallelujahs to Jesus Christ the king;
The Hope of all who seek Him, the Help of all who find,
None other is so loving, so good and kind.

YOU ASK ME HOW I KNOW HE LIVES,
HE LIVES WITHIN MY HEART!

—Ruth Jay


Words from the hymn I Serve a Risen Savior by Alfred Henry Ackley (1887-1960) http://www.hymnal.net/hymn.php/h/503