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13All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth. 14People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own. 15If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. 16Instead, they were longing for a better country—a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.When I was a kid, we used to sing an old hymn: "This world is not my home, I'm just a-passin' thru ... my treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue." My mom and dad are both there now ... HOME. I look forward to the day when I will be there too, a destination "beyond the blue." Things have been promised me, which I have received a down payment on, but have not yet fully been fulfilled. A mansion has been prepared for me there, the Master Carpenter Himself has said.
Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who is victorious, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give that person a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to the one who receives it.The context of this verse is Christ's message to the church at Pergamum, which had experienced difficult persecution but endured. Now, our church hasn't (yet) experienced persecution of this nature; but we are still seeking to be faithful and victorious, and so I think the verse applies.
One thing I ask from the Lord, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple.
From Zion, perfect in beauty, God shines forth.
Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us ...
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
“People say to me: Oh, how fascinating, it must be a treat to have a perfect memory." Her lips twist into a thin smile. “But it’s also agonizing.”
In addition to good memories, every angry word, every mistake, every disappointment, every shock and every moment of pain goes unforgotten. Time heals no wounds for Price. “I don’t look back at the past with any distance. It’s more like experiencing everything over and over again, and those memories trigger exactly the same emotions in me. It’s like an endless, chaotic film that can completely overpower me. And there’s no stop button.”
She’s constantly bombarded with fragments of memories, exposed to an automatic and uncontrollable process that behaves like an infinite loop in a computer. Sometimes there are external triggers, like a certain smell, song or word. But often her memories return by themselves. Beautiful, horrific, important or banal scenes rush across her wildly chaotic “internal monitor,” sometimes displacing the present. “All of this is incredibly exhausting,” says Price.
In the masterful The Mind of A Mnemonist, the Soviet neurologist A.R. Luria documented the story of a Russian newspaper reporter, D.C. Shereshevskii, who was incapable of forgetting. For example, D.C. would be bound by his brain to memorize the entire Divine Comedy of Dante after a single reading. Audiences would scream out random numbers 100 digits long and he would effortlessly recount them. The only requirement of this man’s insatiable memory was that he be given 3 or 4 seconds to visualize each item during the learning process. These images came to D.C. automatically.
Eventually, D.C.’s memory overwhelmed him. He. struggled with mental tasks normal people find easy. When he read a novel, he would instantly memorize every word by heart, but miss the entire plot. Metaphors and poetry – though they clung to his brain like Velcro – were incomprehensible. He couldn’t even use the phone because he found it hard to recognize a person’s voice “when it changes its intonation … and it does that 20 or 30 times a day."So perhaps I should be thankful for my imperfect memory. (As I am thankful for the tools to help me remember things I really want to remember!)
No longer will they teach their neighbor, or say to one another, ‘Know the Lord,’ because they will all know me, from the least of them to the greatest,” declares the Lord. “For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more.”
GiftOK, I can hear tongues clucking, and the objections which will surely follow. "Wait! Poetry doesn't have to rhyme," you will say. And I agree. Lately we have been enjoying several magnetic "refrigerator haiku" sets that we received as gifts two Christmases ago. Our refrigerator is now covered with numerous haiku, many on the topic of cats, and in various stages of construction by various people (either us or the young adults in the "Pulse" ministry who hang out around our house).
The Lord has given many a thing --
A heart to love, a tongue to singYet if He took all these away
Eyes to lift to worship Him
Whose ears dull not, nor sight grows dim;
Hands with which, His love to show
Feet to follow where He would go
And gave just one, but for a day,
Grateful I would always be
That God has given you, to me.
Come here, crazy miceWay better than any of my best "rhyming" poetry, I know!
Make beautiful dream perfect
Come, wonderful food
On this mountain he will destroy the shroud that enfolds all peoples, the sheet that covers all nations; he will swallow up death forever.We are all "recovering sinners." We had a fatal disease and were fundamentally cured ... but are yet vulnerable to the effects of sin.
The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears from all faces; he will remove his people’s disgrace from all the earth.
The Lord has spoken.
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