It's Sunday morning. I've had a long standing relationship with Jesus Christ. I'm sure he hasn't always been pleased with my level of participation, but it never changed the relationship, just the fellowship. I like Sundays because they have been chosen as a day to think about the things of God. The one day of the week to focus on something other than our own interests. This isn't always easy because our natures are basically selfish. Sometimes I force myself, in a rather routine manner, to go and meet with other Christians on this day of rest. I'm always glad I did. I hope you've found the missing piece of this earthly puzzle. Have a wonderful Sunday.GOD’S PEBBLE
There was a man upon life’s road
who rarely wavered from his task,
walked with purposed step and true,
until a pebble found his shoe.
And once inside, the pebble wore
upon his foot till stop he must.
While kneeling down to get the stone
he saw a world he’d never known.
On his left he saw the sea,
breathed salt air, felt the breeze,
heard the crash of waves on sand,
felt a presence, not of man.
On his right huge mountains rose
rugged peaks, towering trees.
A pristine lake, reflections bore
that magnified God’s bounteous store.
He took the pebble from his shoe,
once more started on his way.
But, stopped and looked from time to time
as God’s small pebble came to mind.
JESUS, MAN, GOD
Jesus,
Man,
God,
He who is,
He who was.
He was sent,
But chose to die.
Conquered death our lives to buy.
Arose triumphant,
Reigns on high.
Jesus,
Man,
God,
He who is,
He who was.
