Being accused of something is difficult to handle, but when those accusations are false it really hurts. Each assault can cut really deep. What makes these accusations even worse is when the truth is staring the accusers in the face, and yet they choose to ignore it.
Last night, on my train ride home, my thoughts turned to Jesus. One week people were singing his praises, and the following week amidst false accusations some of those same individuals were screaming for his death. The thing we must realize is this; he was, and still is, the Son of God. He is Truth, and being such, he had the capability to prove his innocence, but he chose not to. If he had of, we would not have salvation, and the hope of living in heaven for eternity.
I guess I can find comfort in knowing that if it wasn’t for individuals refusing to believe the Truth, who was standing right in front of them, I wouldn’t have salvation. Another thing I can find comfort in is knowing that God sees all truth, and one day will reveal truth to all.
1Co 3:13 The work of each [one] will become [plainly, openly] known (shown for what it is); for the day [of Christ] will disclose and declare it, because it will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test and critically appraise the character and worth of the work each person has done. (AMP)
Copyright © 2017 Mark Brady, All rights reserved
You sleep, you wake, usually before you are ready.
There was an emphasis on wearing your “Sunday best” when I was growing up. Every week at church most would be decked out in the nicest piece of wardrobe in their closet. “You should look your best when going to church,” was often heard. Believe it or not, in some churches, the hats worn on Easter are so large one cannot see the pastor when sitting behind such monstrosities.
It’s December 31, 2016 as I am actually writing this. In a few minutes, 2016 will end, die, and the “new” year will begin. Some like new. New opportunities, new hope, a fresh start, but there are those who hang on to the old. It’s kind of like someone continuing to wear an old, worn out, dirty shirt, instead of putting on a new, clean shirt. They probably are not comfortable with something they don’t know how it will fit, or feel, so they continue to wear the old worn one. The same can go for when people accept Jesus. They know He has replaced their old rags (life) with something new, and that they “should” let go of the old life, but they struggle in doing so.
My child, know that on this Christmas morning, I have given you my greatest gift. It may not be what you wanted, but I know, it is what you need. I have given my all to you. I have not held back anything for myself.
The greatest love story. The greatest gift. The greatest promise…kept.
Mary held him close enough to hear him breath. To feel his chest move in and out. To see every radiant color of his eyes. Her heart melted when he smiled. Just think what an honor it must have been to be that close to God. To hold God in your hands.
A young lady in my church, who hides behind a recliner to talk to her parent’s bible study group stands up with boldness in front of her class. The 15 year old shared with them why God should be allowed back into schools. She revealed students have a right to proclaim “Jesus is Lord”. She stood there in the power of the Holy Spirit as He enabled her. In her own might it would never happen, but she loves God and wants to be used by Him.
You know it’s the season, you feel the rush. You’re reminded the clock is ticking, but you say, “Hush.” So much to get done, so many people to see. Only a few days till Christmas, can it really be? There’s family and friends, and co-workers too, so many to buy for, what do you do?
A young man hid in the bushes. When he judged the train was too close to stop in time he ran out and dove onto the tracks.
brady, mark a. 