No Mean Miracle This...

A preacher once challenged his listeners with this thought;

If God granted us one glimpse of heaven

or one glimpse of hell...hell would be empty;

Heaven so awesome, hell so awful!

This mortal body instilled with immortal soul is no mean miracle

It is the awesome opportunity to believe in the One who made it possible

through his death and resurrection, to spend eternity

in a perfection we cannot begin to fathom...

1 Cor.2:9

But as it is written: “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,

Nor have entered into the heart of man

The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”

Do you love Him?

Have you believed in Him and

received his gift?

Eph.2:8-9

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—

and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—

 not by works, so that no one can boast.

Therefore, because every one of us is an Immortal Soul clad with a temporary cloak

let's treat each other with utmost awareness of what we all bear

in common... this, then eternity!

No mean miracle this; Soul stoked/cloaked with breath of life

No game of chance, no traitor’s kiss of death to insult strife

No futile farse is faith, no hoax, hope’s holy stairs

No pompous or pious charade, worship’s parade of prayers

Time tunes a transient toll; the body like a barge

That bears the cargo of the soul; a very sacred charge

Through life, a precious gift we unwrap day by day

Until the final, fleeting weft/breath of wrapping falls away

God’s love is without lack; His armor has no chink

His goodness groans on our behalf beyond what thought can think

His ways transcend the scope of logic’s keenest ken

His promises anchor the hope of all who trust. Amen.

No mean miracle this; body with soul instilled

For God, so rich in mercy is the law of love fulfilled

He beckons all to come; to repent and believe

This is no mean ultimatum He suffered to achieve

…His pardon for our sin; a debt we could not pay

Ah, heed the Voice that pleads within! Believe in Him today

Lest what is mean at last is our rebel pride

Who knew the miracle, but cast its saving grace aside

© Janet Martin