Luke 24:39 "See My Hands and My Feet, that it is I Myself."
And a quote I heard this weekend: "He Still Wears My Flesh."
Thoughts taken from an old sermon of Charles Spurgeon
dated January 30, 1859:
When Jesus rose again from the dead, his hands and feet still wore the marks of His Passion. "He might have erased from his body everything which could be an indication of what he had suffered and endured before be descended into the tomb. But, no!" He wore His Wounds as infallible proof to the disciples and to us. The seal of sufferings on Him. Why? Could the disciples recognize the man who had just gone through death sweating drops of blood, falling in flagellation at the Pillar of the Praetorim, carrying out a crucifixion. His death "was sown in dishonor, and raised in glory: sown in weakness, raised in power."
Behold, the Resurrected Christ was still flesh! His wounds---His ornaments, his "royal jewels." "Trophies of His Love." He did not care for the pride and pomp of kings. His neighborhood where He was born was rather a poor one. His crown was filled with thorns. A royal diadem of thorns.
"Another reason why Jesus wears his wounds is, that when he intercedes he may employ them as powerful advocates. When he rises up to pray for his people, he needs not speak a word; he lifts his hands before his Father's face; he makes bare his side, and points to his feet. These are the orators with which he pleads with God—these wounds."
Impress on us the wounds...May we live never forgetting that He died ~ Isaiah 44:20. He lives to make intercession for you. He lifts His Hands this Mother's Day to our Father God on your behalf. Your Powerful Advocate still wears your flesh.
No matter what your thoughts or tears or triumphs this Mother's Day, I wish you well and that you may know how deeply your Advocate cares for you no matter how good or bad you've been at being a mom. It's not about performance. It's about the finished work of Christ and those nail-scarred Hands He lifts to His Father for you. Happy Mother's Day, beautiful girls!
ReplyDeleteThank you, and Happy Mother's Day to you Bev. I couldn't sleep, so here I am at 3:43 a.m. checking out the Pearl String blog.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking of how different this Mother's Day is than the Mother's Day of 2010.
Last year, I sat in church with a breaking heart, fighting tears. It was my first Mother's Day as a grandmother, and I was not allowed to be a part of her precious life. So many tears, prayers, and anguish have been a part of the process of changing me, and helping me to accept what I cannot change, and change what I can.
I know with all my soul that I am my Father's and He is mine. He fills the hurting places with a joy that is indescribable. He gives me peace that trancends my thoughts. He gives me hope of a life with Him. And recently my daughter told me there is to be another grandchild to be born in December. I don't know what the future holds, but I know who holds tomorrow. I will go into this Mother's Day with my head held UP, looking towards the one who has carried me, challenged me and loved me through this most difficult year of my life.
He Lives! He lives within my heart!
Happy Mother's Day, dearest Pearls.
Happy Mother's Day, my pearl friends. You are blessed among women, not because of children or stepchildren or grandchildren, but because of Christ.
ReplyDeleteWhat a powerful word, Bev, to know Jesus wears His scars today that still testify to the Father on our behalf as He intercedes for us. His redeeming Work was more than enough. We are sanctified by His Blood, saved by His loving merciful Hand.
When the rest of the world comes up short (and it always does) He is more than enough.
Happy Mother's Day, everybody! Keep looking UP!
ReplyDeleteThis year is different for me, too. I'm just SO grateful that my Mom is with my Dad and my sister! No matter who celebrated holidays when my Mom was alive, she longed to be with those who weren't present. Now she's where she longed to be... together again!
Love you!
xoxo
Once again, blogger would not accept my comment...I do love each one of you and am thankful for you. I will not try to rewrite anything..just say that I love you and am blessed by each one who comments and shares her heart..
ReplyDeleteMay your children rise up and call you blessed...I have been...beyond all of my expectations...
Sally starts her chemo in the morning....