Monday, December 14, 2020

What Joy? and This/His Joy!


The third Advent Candle stands for Joy.
(in spite of sorrow. Prayer request at the end of this post)

Yesterday morning at our service someone reflected on the thought 
that without what the first two candles represent, hope and peace,
the third would be impossible; Joy.
 Hope + Peace = Joy
In order to receive true hope and peace
Jesus!

Jesus suffered love's greatest sorrow
to bring mankind love's greatest joy!

What merit fills the songs we sing 
What good the festive hall 
If hearts do not receive the King 
And make Him Lord of all 

What steadfast hope is yours and mine 
What peace, comfort and joy 
If we in our hearts decline 
Bethlehem’s baby Boy 

What joy to the world can there be 
What hope can Christmas bring 
What peace on earth for you and me 
If hearts reject the King 

© Janet Martin

 Joy to the World- King and Country



Love and Joy Perfected
John 15:9-17

9“As the Father loved Me, I also have loved you; abide in My love.
  10If you keep My commandments, you will abide in My love,
just as I have kept My Father’s commandments and abide in His love.
11“These things I have spoken to you,
  that My joy may remain in you, and that your joy may be full. 
12This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. 
13Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends. 
14You are My friends if you do whatever I command you. 
15No longer do I call you servants, for a servant does not know what his master is doing; 
but I have called you friends, for all things that I heard from My Father I have made known to you. 
16You did not choose Me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit, 
and that your fruit should remain, that whatever you ask the Father in My name He may give you. 17These things I command you, that you love one another.

The beginning of Luke is filled with joyful song!

Mary's song; 

And Mary said:
“My soul glorifies the Lord
47 and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
48 for he has been mindful
of the humble state of his servant.
From now on all generations will call me blessed,
49 for the Mighty One has done great things for me—
holy is his name.
50 His mercy extends to those who fear him,
from generation to generation.
51 He has performed mighty deeds with his arm;
he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts.
52 He has brought down rulers from their thrones
but has lifted up the humble.
53 He has filled the hungry with good things
but has sent the rich away empty.
54 He has helped his servant Israel,
remembering to be merciful
55 to Abraham and his descendants forever,
just as he promised our ancestors.”



His father Zechariah was filled with the Holy Spirit and prophesied:
Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel,
because he has come to his people and redeemed them.
69 He has raised up a horn[a] of salvation for us
in the house of his servant David
70 (as he said through his holy prophets of long ago),
71 salvation from our enemies
and from the hand of all who hate us—
72 to show mercy to our ancestors
and to remember his holy covenant,
73 the oath he swore to our father Abraham:
74 to rescue us from the hand of our enemies,
and to enable us to serve him without fear
75 in holiness and righteousness before him all our days.
76 And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High;
for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him,
77 to give his people the knowledge of salvation
through the forgiveness of their sins,
78 because of the tender mercy of our God,
by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven
79 to shine on those living in darkness
and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the path of peace.”


Angel's Song:
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, 
praising God and saying,
14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven,
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.


Simeon took him in his arms and praised God, saying:
29 “Sovereign Lord, as you have promised,
you may now dismiss[d] your servant in peace.
30 For my eyes have seen your salvation,
31 which you have prepared in the sight of all nations:
32 a light for revelation to the Gentiles,
and the glory of your people Israel.”


So we who believe also sing with joy
This Joy! His Joy
The joy only Jesus can give!
His joy stays in spite of hurt!
His joy heals the crushed and broken spirit!
His joy is full because He emptied Himself for us!
Hallelujah!


(His) Joy does not shift with circumstance 
Or when our faith is tried 
(His) Joy is the Spiritual Romance 
Between the Groom and Bride 

(His) Joy enters in the heart of hearts 
When faith is genuine 
What intimacy (His) joy imparts 
Twixt mortal and Divine 

(His) Joy binds the wounds beneath our skin 
And brightens darksome days
It overflows heart-founts within 
And spills forth in glad praise 

(His) Joy is the delight of the soul 
As we dwell on the grace 
Of He who came to make us Whole 
By dying in our place 

Then, as we think upon these things 
Recorded in God’s Word 
(His) Joy, is the faith that sings and sings 
As we wait on the Lord 

© Janet Martin 

We have some families in our church family
suffering tremendous sorrow at the death
of their sister's husband, a three-week daddy!
Will you join us in lifting these families
(and the families/friends of another young man 
also killed in the same tragic workplace accident)
up to the God of all comfort?

2 Cor.1:3-5
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, 
the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, 
who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble 
with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. 
 For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, 
so also our comfort abounds through Christ.

Sunday, December 13, 2020

In Case You Wonder

Love is poetry
waiting to be written...

The way of phrases wafts in blush appeal

In plush apparel of fresh-fallen snow

In precious hideaways of think and feel

In surge of seasons as they come and go

What may appear, to critic’s glance 
Quite elementary 
Of lines, winnowed from circumstance 
And tamed to poetry 

What may to some seem a sad waste 
Of Precious Little Time 
Where lines, siphoned from touch and taste 
Are woven into rhyme 

What may, mediocre at best 
Vex finer balladists 
Where lines, snared from the care and test 
Of love and life untwists 

What may to some seem nothing much 
But vain verbosity 
Is to this poet’s humble touch 
Love turned to poetry 

© Janet Martin 





Saturday, December 12, 2020

This Life Is Not Carefree

 





This life is not carefree 
Its give-and-taking schemes 
Are not always budget-friendly 
Or mindful of our dreams 

The flying colours of 
Accomplishment’s success 
Are cradled in a fragile glove 
Of heartache and distress 

The ‘something very nice’ 
We seized with 'hip-hooray' 
Was but the laud of sacrifice 
On altars of Today 

Reminding us again 
How fundamental, trust 
Without it who could bear the pain 
Of time’s determined dust 

Emphasizing anew
We hold a gifted Strand
And life is but the avenue
Back to the Giver's Hand

Midst high-fives and low-blows 
We traipse time's strafing sod 
While weathering life’s wows and woes 
But by the grace of God 

But by the grace of God 
Easy-street, none can claim 
For if we could who would applaud 
Or call upon His name 

© Janet Martin 

All they asked was that we should 
continue to remember the poor...
Gal.2:10




Friday, December 11, 2020

Test-Run


This test-run offers no 'test-run'!
We are all first-timers to each day
and its come-what-may.
Let's be kind.

The success of life's tests
depend greatly on the attitude/gratitude
 of the 'Student'.



How often life's greatest tests are wrapped in
the common cloth of day-to-day!

Pray, on our Pilgrim-progress, we press with reverence 
'toward the mark for the prize of the high calling 
of God in Christ Jesus.'
Phil.3:14

You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. 
But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; 
rather, serve one another humbly in love.
Gal.5:13

Everything is a test 
Weighed on a scale of love 
The way we treat our fellowman 
Is the law that will prove 
By how we spend our time 
The heart of you and I 
With what we have and what we do 
And who we serve and why 

Everything is a test
Our onus of reply
That may seem small is always hinged
To more than meets the eye
And presents everyone
With a subtle exam
Where often the way we respond
Reveals the hidden man
 
Everything is a test 
This moment-marathon
Runs rife with 'second-miles' where life
And time wait for no one
Thus, it is up to us
To choose right here, right now
Who we will serve and worship with
Today's momentous How
 
Everything is God’s grace 
All that we have is lent 
And in case we forget our place 
We all are called and sent 
Not to earn Heaven’s pass 
But humbly do our best 
To honour He who grants each day 
Where everything is a test 

© Janet Martin

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Heavenly Declaration


A glimpse of I AM!








The heavens declare the glory of God 
We gaze, like David did, utterly awed 
Worship beholds as an artist unfolds 
Purple and fuchsia, coral, pinks and golds 
Filling the canvas of west unto east 
With a magnificent, free-for-all feast 

The heavens declare the glory of He 
Who wrought the universe with ‘let there be’ 
Love pours the pigment of sunrise and set 
Before we, who all too quickly forget 
Thus, over and over He fills up his tray 
And pours out His glory in gorgeous array 

The heavens declare to man's common ground
He who by nothing and no one is bound
He drapes the sky with but the Outer Fringe
Of Who suspends earth on time's sacred hinge
Pitiful soul who dares to affront He
Who fills the heavens with His majesty

The heavens declare, what none can deny 
The incomprehensible ways of His eye
Oh, what a showcase of His Evidence 
We gaze amazed, from our perches of sod 
As heavens declare the glory of God 

© Janet Martin 

Psalm 19:1-6

The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
2Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
3They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
4Yet their voice b goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
5It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
6It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.







Sons and Heirs (How can it be?)

Glorious truth (for we who believe) to ponder!

Gal.4:4-7
But when the set time had fully come, 
God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law,
  to redeem those under the law, that we might receive adoption to sonship.[b
 Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, 
the Spirit who calls out, “Abba,[c] Father.” 
 So you are no longer a slave, but God’s child; 
and since you are his child, 
God has made you also an heir.




Then, when we were still dead in sin 
As lost, as lost can be 
The Son of God came down to man 
To die for you and me 

To die, and thereby conquer death 
Oh, sacred mystery 
To make we, lowly sons of earth 
Part of God’s family 

To do through love what law could not 
To set sin’s captive free 
No longer slaves, but sons of God 
Then heirs of Royalty 

As sons of God, we, sons of men 
Dare not Freedom forsake 
Lest we become enslaved again 
By chains He came to break 

© Janet Martin 

Galatians 5:1
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. 
Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves 
be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.

Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Book-Shopping


I keep creating a delightful dilemma;
running out of room for books!


Books are becoming the décor of necessity!😀
 



And any neat and tidy bookcases are constantly be messed! 
Isn't that great?!!😊

Is this then 
Ink-toxication? 
I wonder, what else could it be 
The slur of the ditty 
Makes me rather giddy 
Not as sedate as I should be 

Are these yellow pages 
Imbibed with the ages 
Somehow playing tricks on my brain 
This spell I am under 
Is it real, I wonder 
This feeling is hard to explain 

My logic is muddled 
Will-power befuddled 
I don’t feel at all like myself 
I'm hypnotized, I confess  
By ink-induced happiness 
Lining shelf after shelf after shelf 

Those enticing hard covers
Are like starry-eyed lovers
All calling out, pick me, pick me
Oh, tell me, how do
I choose only one or two
Inhale, exhale, I'll take twenty-three

© Janet Martin 









This Exposé of Day-to-Day...


This was part of a text from my sister last night as I poured out my latest 'woe'
in what feels like a long line of little disappointments/frustrations...
Nothing major (like the crosses so many are called to suffer)
But wow. How her kind words helped me refocus 
and reminded me of a Much Bigger Picture.
Thank-you, Lucy💗


This exposé of day-to-day is so much more, my dears 
Than hip-hooray or plan’s ‘nay, nay’, more than laughter and tears 
This life we live that gives us much to celebrate and grieve 
Is far more than time’s gifted span before we take our leave 

This no return where Live-and-Learn’s law never disappears 
Where rise and fall of sky-high shawl numbers our days and years 
Where dawn to dusk is but the husk of morrow’s brittle vine 
Where Mystery and Poetry and Holy intertwine 

Where what we hold is but the mold to farewell’s swinging door 
Where what we do is but the flue to Something far, far More 
Where we are all far more than small dots on four-seasoned sod 
This exposé of day-to-day is our way back to God 

So, friend, take heart, this sting and smart of love’s longing and loss 
This grin and groan as skin and bone takes up its daily cross 
This wrenching pain of ‘try again’, this utter need for grace 
Is but the span twixt God and man before we see His face 

© Janet Martin 


2 Cor.4:18
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, 
but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, 
but what is unseen is eternal.

I know I've shared this version before but I love it