Treasure for Day 19 ~ where priorities lie. The poet within…
Sally didn't use many dirty words. "Priorities" was one that slipped through her mind every now and then.
It’s 5:30; I’ve been out of bed for an hour — and already behind schedule.
But that’s life is for most of us. Not that we all get up early — but we all cram our day with stuff. Stuff we have to do, stuff we want to do, stuff we shouldn’t do…and so on.
To accomplish stuff in this life, we have to prioritize. Everyone knows that.
It’s just the application that’s the problem.
Why don’t people head to church?
John Ed (and as any preacher, sure he’s heard and seen it all) gives these ideas: all this starts on page 141. Grab your book and read it sillies.
* outside looking in ~ people are watching so-called “Christian’s” behavior.
* busy, busy.
* getting along ~ somewhere along the way, someone at church hurt our feelings.
* meeting needs ~ this church isn’t meeting my needs.
Love this quote he included by Emily Dickinson.
“They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse.”
She, of course, was the recluse. Starting in her 20s, she gradually withdrew from the world. She lived and loved through her poems.
We only have her writings today — because they were discovered by a sister in a box after Emily’s death.
God is so much bigger than the box we try to put him in — he is like us, but so much bigger.
Whatever negativity is keeping us from church, why not ask is it just us? Is it our wounds that we transfer to God?
Don’t transfer — be renewed.
Open the Word and open up to a church family.
God gave a Loaf to every Bird —
But just a Crumb — to Me —
I dare not eat it — tho’ I starve —
My poignant luxury —
To own it — touch it —
Prove the feat — that made the Pellet mine —
Too happy — for my Sparrow’s chance —
For Ampler Coveting —
It might be Famine — all around —
I could not miss an Ear —
Such Plenty smiles upon my Board —
My Garner shows so fair —
I wonder how the Rich — may feel —
An Indiaman — An Earl —
I deem that I — with but a Crumb —
Am Sovereign of them all —
She is rather pretty. Would let the hair down a bit..
