Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Hope for the 'Homeless'



As my teens were discussing sad facts relating to gross and godless confusion regarding sexuality and gender, I moaned, wept and cried aloud, Oh Lord, my God, this world is not my home...

 Until we grasp the awfulness of sin (why-sin-is-so-sinful/)  we cannot grasp the awesomeness of God's love in sending His Son to the cross and until we realize the awfulness of rejection we cannot realize the awesomeness of His acceptance of us



God's Wrath against Sin
(Jeremiah 6:10-21; Jeremiah 25:15-33; Jonah 1:4-10; Acts 27:13-26)
18The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of men who suppress the truth by their wickedness. 19For what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. 20For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood from His workmanship, so that men are without excuse.
21For although they knew God, they neither glorified Him as God nor gave thanks to Him, but they became futile in their thinking and darkened in their foolish hearts. 22Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools, 23and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images of mortal man and birds and animals and reptiles.
24Therefore God gave them up in the desires of their hearts to impurity for the dishonoring of their bodies with one another. 25They exchanged the truth of God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator, who is forever worthy of praise! Amen.
26For this reason God gave them over to dishonorable passions. Even their women exchanged natural relations for unnatural ones. 27Likewise, the men abandoned natural relations with women and burned with lust for one another. Men committed indecent acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error.
28Furthermore, since they did not see fit to acknowledge God, He gave them up to a depraved mind, to do what should not be done. 29They have become filled with every kind of wickedness, evil, greed, and hatred. They are full of envy, murder, strife, deceit, and malice. They are gossips, 30slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant, and boastful. They invent new forms of evil; they disobey their parents. 31They are senseless, faithless, heartless, merciless.
32Although they know God’s righteous decree that those who do such things are worthy of death, they not only continue to do these things, but also approve of those who practice them. 




Though holy sorrow steals our mirth and weighs the heart with prayer
Though common care of earth gives birth to more of common care
Pray through the highs and lows of life where joy and strife enmesh
That we labor for more than futile fruitlessness of flesh

This blip-like fellowship with rose and thorny thoroughfares
Is more than season-smorgasbords to gratify starved stares
The hunger that we harbor in the hollow of the heart
Is a desperate dagger without faith to do its part

Too much of what we know is not enough to satisfy
And what we see will never be the answer to our cry
Oh Lord, my God, deliver us from gluttony of greed
Buoy these barks of dust to trust what You have guaranteed

This breath of day to day leads to the death of all we do
Until the will of God will rend the veil that bars our view
Then, though for now we bow beneath demands of diligence
If we believe we will receive Faith’s full inheritance

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

September-ish

Wow, it feels September-ish, Victoria and I agreed 
as we waited for her bus on the first back-to-school quite-coolish morning!



Morning is hushed, plush port of mist
The sedums blush, like school girls kissed
And old, new sweaters feel de-lish
In weather so September-ish

From doorways mothers wipe their tears
Where summer’s ‘hurray’ disappears
As back-to-school worlds fill Time’s dish
And hearts with art, September-ish

Noon tolls yon big old, golden bell
While vibrato of crickets swell
Where fell and field splay mellow-ish
With fronds, bronzed and September-ish

Bold blooms in muted mantle bow
Surrendered to Time's When and How
 Futile to become rebel-ish
Summer succumbs September-ish

Jars gleam with streams of garnered grace
Daydreamers linger long to trace
The place of boughs still bent with wish
And fruit, sweet and September-ish

Cornrows, like green-clad infantry
March stalk-still across hill and lea  
As woolly clouds droop, splash-a-splish
On worlds unfurled, September-ish

© Janet Martin
 


Monday, September 4, 2017

How We Know...

  

You are Comforter
And Friend, Lord
Light, when dark would overthrow
Without trial
Without sorrow
Without hurt
How would we know?

You are mercy
You are goodness
Hope in a world weighed with woe
Without need
And without longing
Without care, how would we know?

You are Father
You are Spirit
Saviour, Truth, You love us so
Without faith
Without belief
Without your Word, how would we know?

© Janet Martin


 "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. 
In this world you will have trouble. 
But take heart! I have overcome the world."

John 16:33



Thank God For Work...Happy Labour Day



 Though to-do lists this time of year can seem over-whelming,
 Thank God for work!
Everything tastes better after a good day's work...whether food or sleep!




Thank God for work to fill with worth
The hand; pray, idleness we shun
Lest lack of cause for pure applause
Robs us of joy for jobs well done

Thank God for chores where Want implores
The idle mind and hand to lust
Look; what began as Curse to man
Works for our good…tilling of dust

For nothing breeds unholy deeds
Like hands set idle in the lap
So love, if you have work to do
Pause for a bit and clap and clap

Thank God for toil and labor’s spoil
Trust Him for strength to see us through
The commonness and loveliness
Of having lots of work to do

© Janet Martin