On Our Passage to the Ultimate

Time’s heyday in gray garb of mist

Wakens a world cold-shower kissed

But we don’t really mind the rain

When it is near spring-time again

From Saturday to Saturday

Winter like life, soft-seeps away

…and Time, beneath the great command

Of He who weighs and pours its sand

Spills Saturday across earth’s brake

Where morning is a summer lake

And we, upon its week-washed banks

Linger to give God humble thanks

For we did not escape His care

And walls that last Heyday were bare

Are decked with sundry memories

Where Time is laid to rest in these

A week-to-week-to-week façade

That ultimately leads to God

© Janet Martin

It is good we cannot see

Into Time’s certain soon-will-be

But oh, that we may claim the peace

Of He whose care will never cease

Yes, it's good we don't know who will have the fender-bender when(last week), 

which day the roof will leak(the other day), 

or which day the puck-in-the-eye will send us to emerg. for half-a Saturday (a month ago) This is not as serious as it appears ...a 2cm cut needed a pressure band-aid because it wouldn't stop bleeding;-)

  

Jason Tippetts speaks of peace

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid. You heard me say to you, ‘I am going away, and I will come to you.’ If you loved me, you would have rejoiced, because I am going to the Father, for the Father is greater than I.

— John 14:27-28

 

Peace is Christ’s distinctive gift—not money, not worldly ease, not temporal prosperity. These are at best very questionable possessions. They often do more harm than good to the soul. They act as clogs and weights to our spiritual life. Inward peace of conscience, arising from a sense of pardoned sin and reconciliation with God, is a far greater blessing. This peace is the property of all believers, whether high or low, rich or poor.

— J. C. Ryle

 

Wishing your a Peace-full Saturday