IT IS ENOUGH

"While the Lord was experiencing the physical, emotional and perhaps even spiritual agony of the cross, he still expressed the divine nature of His love for man." - Ney Reiber

Looking at that solemn scene on Calvary’s hill, you'd immediately notice a mixed multitude. Among the myriad of characters, three figures stand out. Three men on three crosses. Let us channel the spot light to the other two - the criminals. When the good shepherd was crucified, He was crucified in the very midst of criminals. When the spotless 'Lamb of God' was going to be shed, it was to be amidst men of iniquity. What a way to pass the message across that SIN has been totally thrashed; that evil is forever dealt with, and Satan forever defeated.

In that ever so blessed hymn titled, "My Faith Has Found A Place Of Rest, Eliza E. Hewitt – the author drove the point home when she wrote thus in the Chorus.
"I need no other argument,
I need no other plea;
It is enough that Jesus died,

ANGELS ON ASSIGNMENT 1

"Angels are direct creations of God, each one a unique masterpiece." - Eileen Elias

Angel

Mel Gibson was asked some years ago about certain difficult situations he faced, during the making of his movie, "The Passion of the Christ," to which he said something like this: "Something" doesn't want this to happen." He obviously seemed to be alluding to spiritual forces in the affairs of men on earth. According to Selwyn Duke, "of course, any talk of spirits not confined to the local liquor store is now often considered the stuff of children and the insane. Within the context of most people's world view, belief in angels is anything but fanciful - it is a piece that fits seamlessly into the foundational Western faith puzzle." Truth is, whether you believe it or not, angels are real, and we'll be looking at this topic for the next couples of days.

IF I HAD ANOTHER SHOT AT LIFE

"If I could give my teenaged self any advice, it would be 'Calm down!'" - Zooey Deschanel 

Here's a poem, written in memory of Erma Bombeck who lost the fight with cancer.

"I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the "good" living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching TV – and more while watching life. I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day. I would never have bought anything just because it was

MI MADRE

"Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love." - Stevie Wonder

Madre

In Greek it's, "Mite-era." spelt, "Μητέρα". The Finnish use "Äiti", and in French it's "Mère." The Germans go a little off, and say it's, "Mutter" - pronounced almost like "Mortar". Still the Spanish prefer "Madre", and commonly in Africa, we call her, "Mama."

A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away. As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing. Asking her what the problem was, she gave him this reply, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother and I don’t have enough money." The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose." He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother’s flowers. As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home. She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."
She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave. The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother’s house.