The Greatest of These Is Love

Love never fails.

1 Cor.13:8

The greatest of these is love.

1 Cor.13:13

But what a battleground love bestows...

Matt.22:36-40

Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?”

37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God 

with all your heart 

and with all your soul 

and with all your mind.’[a] 

38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 

39 And the second is like it:

 ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] 

40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”

The challenge...1 John 2:15-17

Do not love the world 

or the things in the world. 

If anyone loves the world, 

the love of the Father is not in him. 

16For all that is in the world—

the lust of the flesh, 

the lust of the eyes, 

and the pride of life—

is not of the Father but is of the world.

  17And the world is passing away, and the lust of it; 

but he who does the will of God abides forever.

Love is always a daunting topic to try to tackle

and tame into ink-jots...

But love forgives love's shortcomings and stumbles/fumbles

Love is patient and kind.

Love is life's greatest joy and sorrow~

Esp. a mother's love...

This poem by Helen Steiner Rice captures it so eloquently...

So, here's to another day of learning to love!

Yesterday a few friends/moms gathered

around a beautiful table set with tea and treats and

shared among many things

 some heart-to-heart hopes and hurts of love.

I could kick myself for not getting a picture

of her thoughtfully, beautifully laid table!

I did get a few pictures of her pretty windows though.

Love breaks barriers, mends bridges

Lends a willing, helping hand

Wakes us to mercies God gives us

Fits us for each day’s demand

Startles us with sweet contentment

When gratitude conquers greed

Surrenders futile resentment

In the light of fellow-need

Love gives life its fullest fortune

Overflowing treasure stores

That will be unveiled in heaven

After earth closes its doors

Love is a double-edged saber

Sparking duals constantly

Is it ‘God first then my neighbor’

If I test love honestly?

Love is foolproof faith in action

The fulfillment of God’s call

Proving its foremost attraction

By who we serve first of all

Love is patient, kind and humble

Love is not vile and uncouth

Love does not delight in evil

But rejoices in the truth

Love is not a careless pledger

Not given to reckless mirth

Love is conscious of a ledger

That records our days on earth

Thus, Love oft must test thought’s impulse

Probe beneath first-glance façade

To the heart of motive’s scruples

Love of self or love of God

© Janet Martin

New Year Happiness Anticipation

 Ageless hopes for a Happy New Year!

A kiss on Child’s soft, chubby cheek

Or on down-crown of golden curls

Daybreak, all gold and purple chic

And great big hugs from little girls

A brook, earth’s most enchanting crease

A book to feed word wanderlust

A nook in nature’s masterpiece

To worship God with love-awed trust

A winter’s morn, fluffy and white

A shock of corn, forlorn, forgot

Dusk’s friendly fireside delight

Hot soup to ladle from a pot

Crumbs after buttered toast is gone

The yawn and hum of the mundane

The short answer to a question 

Tiny tap dancers made of rain 

Ageless thrills of discovery

The carousel of season-tide

Spring's bud-untethered filigree

Excitement of Here-comes-the-bride

A way to get from here to there

A new Today untried, untrod

Blue heavens to capture our stare

And draw our gaze upward to God

Warm slippers, sweaters, blankets, smiles

Such simple pleasure-treasures, oh

Coffee, clean, folded laundry piles

Gardens asleep beneath the snow

God’s Word to cheer and teach and guide

Unaltered by the change time brings

Beauty's pastoral countryside

To make us feels as rich as kings

Unwalled woodland sabbaticals

A perch beneath trees lofty tress

The happiness that animals

Bring to a world of peopled-ness

The joy that birds and flowers birth

As we behold God’s creature care

The purity of guiltless mirth

The surety of answered prayer

The wealth of family and friends

The hope beyond love’s groans and sighs

Unbeaten path that dips and wends

Wonders to take us by surprise

Two tots for tea, a turquoise sea

The payoff view after the climb

Mist-grist of unpenned poetry

The felling fist of Father Time

And for earth’s very careworn road

Faith’s very Heaven-glorious goal

Because Christ paid the debt we owed

And saved The Very Deathless soul

© Janet Martin

Today's Prayer

“Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ 

will enter the kingdom of heaven, 

but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven.

Jesus~

Matt.7:21

Almost Persuaded-Josh Turner

Four years ago I shared the song below on this post:

No Mere Existence This

as we mourned the loss of a young man in our community

God loves us all, so poor, needy and broken without Him,

He is mankind's Healer, Deliverer and Savior!

He is love

For all who have not heard or trusted God, so good and kind

I pray today unveils the way that only faith can find

Not everyone who says ‘Lord, Lord, heaven’s passport will win

But only those who do the will of God will enter in

For all who have not yet bowed heads to repent and believe

I pray today the Truth will reveal doubt's lies that deceive

That eyes once blind will see and hearts once hard will yield to He

Who is not mocked; but is the Saviour of humanity

For all who have not understood the gravity of life

I pray today they find the peace that surpasses all strife

Before it is too late, I pray they roam earth’s futile sod

Until they turn from self and sin to want the love of God

© Janet Martin

Today's Bible Love Note:

Cultural Conformity

2 Pet.3:3

Above all, you must understand that in the last days scoffers will come,

 scoffing and following their own evil desires.

John 12:48
There is a judge for the one who rejects Me and does not receive My words:

 The word that I have spoken will judge him on the last day.

1 Timothy 4:1
Now the Spirit expressly states that in later times some will abandon the faith 

to follow deceitful spirits and the teachings of demons,

2 Timothy 3:2
For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money,

 boastful, arrogant, abusive, 

disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy,

Jude 1:16
These men are discontented grumblers, 

following after their own lusts; their mouths spew arrogance;

 they flatter others for their own advantage.

Awesome Overtures or Moment-ous Ink

The gold of moments molds mementos we cannot hold in our hands

It composes strange concertos from the sum of settled sands

Eventide’s subtle rebuttal eases the brunt of day’s death

With skylines where pink-gold-purple teases eyes and steals our breath

The gold of moments molds mementos we cannot hold in our hands

It composes strange concertos from the sum/thrum of settled sands

Nothing in the world can alter the momentum of the clock

Soon the Flare of Now will falter on the wick of tick and tock

Look, the lane once fringed with daisies wears a chain of snowflake stars

What once drove desire crazy decks the halls of yester-bars

Let’s not take today for granted; let’s make it a work of art

For its echo soon is planted in the garden of the heart

The ink of ten thousand oceans sweeps shorelines of Bygone’s grave

While we wrangle into Poem the sun-sparkles on its wave

Lyrics of lament and laughter sealed in stanzas set to rhyme

Before soon pours into After; where After hoards ash of Time

Ever-afters last forever hinged to morning's virgin yawn

After and before are tethered to a weathered on-and-on

Where endings beget beginnings destined to augment Past's stash

As twilight collects its winnings; dust-to-dust and ash to ash  

Eventide’s subtle rebuttal eases the brunt of day’s death

With skylines where pink-gold-purple teases eyes and steals our breath

Thievery like this is common when wonder fulfills its charge

Where we bear witness to awesome overtures of God at large

© Janet Martin

The Details of a Frown (and other quirks of joy-art)

 Where color worlds of wonder wane, 

a thousand shades of green are felled

And swirled into a mute terrain 

as past, present and future meld

 

Life’s pedestal of joy is set on stomping grounds of grief and pain

Where shining hours pirouette with gray and brown then gold again

We all are artists of a kind; bound to the brush of circumstance

Where seasons soon scatter behind like scenes in a bizarre romance

Darling, sometimes your lips touch mine; sometimes we flounder, fume and fuss

Sometimes we choose hue and design, and oh, sometimes it chooses us

Life’s pedestal of joy is perched in dirt of hurt and hopes and dreams

How often tears and laughter merge, how brighter then, sheer gladness gleams

Where we are takers, not the Giver of the colours on the tray

Ahoy, both joy and sorrow quiver on the brush we call Today

Darling, sometimes we miss the choir when we try to snare the notes

Sometimes the song spills like wild fire; sometimes its sticks in our throats

Life’s pedestal of joy is pressed into the soil of test and toil

Fond hellos happily caressed become fodder for farewell’s spoil

Where color worlds of wonder wane, a thousand shades of green are felled

And swirled into a mute terrain as past, present and future meld

Darling, sometimes our taste and touch are far too rushed; let’s slow it down

Because sometimes we waste too much paint on the details of a frown

© Janet Martin

Of Fellow-tree

 

Love sometimes may seem harsh at first, but true love 

does not leave truth or untruth untouched

 just as a doctor would not

leave the patient unwounded to spare them initial pain

thus not ridding them of the deadly growth within... 

or just as an arborist knows

 a healthy tree requires pruning

Because this tree has not been faithfully pruned

and cared for its fruit is misshapen and blight-pocked

(I have never been very educated in apple tree care) 

How diligently love's students should study God's Word,

(love's instruction book) because its author IS Love

Otherwise unawares we may be blind to the truth 

about love

and grace

 and truth...

Luke 6:39

And He spoke a parable to them: “Can the blind lead the blind?

 Will they not both fall into the ditch?

1 Sam.15:22

To obey is better than sacrifice,

and to heed is better than the fat of rams.

True love does not praise and condone displays of disobedience

Nor does it cast a verbal stone, but prays that the sinner repents

For none are righteous, without He who saves us, not by works, but grace

Then, with kindest humility, may love mirror our Saviour’s face

Pity the one who, yet deceived, believes sin’s wage is life, not death

Where lust’s desire has conceived, and birthed sin, pray with earnest breath

That honest love is brave enough to cut with tenderness and care

Rather than fear they think love gruff, thus leaving deadly cancer there

Love is patient and kind but never winks at gates where vice creeps in

Lest by such lie it aids to blind and bind the sinner to the sin

But love, with careful conscience prays for grace and truth’s duality

To wake the one who disobeys; by the fruit God will know the tree

Love cares about a fellow-tree not bent with harvest sound and good  

And braves the possibility of love being misunderstood

By asking God to fill the cup we lift with kind humility

So love would open up  the eyes, still rebel-blind, to look and see

© Janet Martin

While Love, Not Hate Flings Wide Dawn's Gate

While love, not hate flings wide dawn’s gate; 

life’s wonders wait to steal our breath

The hand that threads the wand that weds 

dawn’s bronze and reds to night undone

Cannot be swayed;

Love does not fail but rends night’s veil 

and tips dawn's grail of grace instead

Without love's promises 

in the Word of God

to anchor hope

and secure joy

We are prey 

for dread's deadly demons

set to loot frail soul-vessels

with brute fear 

This morning in the dark before dawn

the immense sense of impending gloom and doom

fell away in the light of God's Word 

Jude 1:20-21

But you, dear friends, by building yourselves up

 in your most holy faith

 and praying in the Holy Spirit, 

 keep yourselves in God’s love 

as you wait for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ 

to bring you to eternal life.

In the face of so much hardship all around us

may we never lose sight of the joy of

faith's glorious, flawless facts

 'bringing us to eternal life'.

In time’s showcase of doubt, we brace ourselves to face forecasts of doom

While mercy swells from ancient wells to toll hope’s bells with joy, not gloom

Deathtraps to happiness seem set to collapse ‘perhaps yes’ with ‘nay’

While God attends the rod that rends night’s veil and bends the dark with day

Dread’s demons lurk; their doleful work of woe berserk with throes of death

While love, not hate flings wide dawn’s gate; life’s wonders wait to steal our breath

For we are not by God forgotten; we, so rotten to the core

Still sole heirs of His grace and love; guilt’s trove spoiled with goodness galore

The hand that threads the wand that weds dawn’s bronze and reds to night undone

Cannot be swayed; this day He made both field and Reaper’s blade in one

Do not despair, but be aware; life’s care is but the thoroughfare

That leads back to, not what but Who offers true joy beyond compare

Who can afford God’s love ignored and the reward that Truth exacts

While skylines brim with proof of Him where none can dim Faith’s flawless facts

Of God in charge, though World at Large may barge where angels fear to tread

Love does not fail but rends night’s veil and tips dawn's grail of grace instead

© Janet Martin

Post-Christmas Day/Weekend Exaltation

 

Exodus 15:11

Who among the gods is like You, O LORD? 

Who is like You--majestic in holiness, 

revered with praises, performing wonders?

Phil.2:9-11

Therefore God exalted him to the highest place

and gave him the name that is above every name,

 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,

in heaven and on earth and under the earth,

 and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord,

to the glory of God the Father.

The excerpt below was the reflection/invitation

in Our Daily Bread's Christmas Day devotion;

Reflect & Pray

What would life and history be like had Jesus never been born?

What prayer or poem can you offer God to thank Him?

Jesus, thank You for making Yourself nothing so I could be forgiven.

After the laughter and excitement of gifts given and received, 

(both of the kiddos responses to the gifts

brought laughter till we cried)

of dinners and treat-trays...

 tasted...

...and dismantled

...of visitors and vacations disappeared into the dark

Joy Abides!

Luke 2:10-11

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: 

for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, 

which shall be to all people. 

For unto you is born this day in the city of David 

a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

Now trails upon the dark of dawn and thresholds of unknown

God’s grace and truth that leads us on from stone to stepping stone

Where fear could flaunt a cheerless taunt and dread could birth despair

But for man’s faithful confidante that hears faith’s humble prayer

The grace of God once gave to earth His only precious Son

Where the glad tidings of His birth can never be undone

Through century-to-century hope’s cornerstone abides

Salvation, wrought at Calvary, the gift God’s grace provides

Oh, praise He who fulfilled love’s plan, Heaven’s humility

Clothed in appearance as a man, yet Supreme Deity

He bore the gore of sin and shame, death on a cross, then God

Gave Him the Name above all names of Jesus Christ the Lord

…where, someday every knee will bow and every tongue confess

That Jesus Christ is Lord, the glory of God’s righteousness

Where glad tidings of greatest joy, in spite of sorrow, lives

Because the Son of God destroyed death because He forgives

Now trails upon the dark of dawn fresh opportunity

To worship He who gave his Son to set sin’s debtors free

Not to follow after the things this world exalts and hails

But to honour the King of kings and love that never fails

© Janet Martin

Happy Everlasting Exaltation!