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 Friday, April 28

Tonight

Sensitive conversation. In simplicity. Inner embrace and outer brush. Of whimsical wishing. Philosophical night. Poetic. And a hug. April remembered how to be spring.

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A story

If I see the world in prose, and understand faith in poetry, then this life is a narrative tale and I am but one character, who wants to be the narrator of this devastatingly brilliant work of God's imagination.

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 Sunday, April 23

Christ, Who is my life

Once dead, now I live.

For I died, and my life is now hidden with Christ in God. When Christ, who is my life, appears, then I also will appear with Him in glory. (1Col3:3)

For to live is Christ and to die is gain. (Phil1:21)

I am not my own. My life is not my own. My life is a gift. My life is Christ.

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 Saturday, April 22

Lift up your head

Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of Glory shall come in! Who is this King of Glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of Glory shall come in! Who is this King of Glory? The Lord of Hosts, He is the King of Glory.

Psalms 24:7-10

When I asked for strength to lift up my head, God sent friends. Felt exceedingly loved by I.S. Felt so warmly accepted by A.K. No question asked, just an embrace from both. =') Thank You Father.

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 Friday, April 21

Language

Been always fond of language. This strikes me. "Here the language of man is defeated by the language of stone". Incidentally the architect was speaking of Mukteswar, the gem of Orissan architecture.

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 Wednesday, April 19

I choose life

The future felt bleak, I remembered. Many hopes I had, and then, it felt as though only a tomb remained, and that was empty. There was always encouragement, to ease things up, to make it look fine, to say everything was alright and would be OK because life is eternal. But when I honestly felt my disappointments and fears, I saw that all things die. All was lost. Everything came to an end. Everything ends. I have to face this fact or I would never really experience Easter. Even my best desires and efforts come to an end. Do not shield me from death. A grain must die, and be reduced to empty husk, for a new life to rise. What Jesus does is, promise us victory, over death. It is a promise that we will go through death, in its all forms, and only then find resurrection. I remembered the pain, the proximity, the very smell of death, the sour sweat of despair, I remembered it all. Anguish was me. Hopes were in ruins. Truly I did not hide. I felt it, I talked about it, I shared my misery. I asked for life. And so only amongst this wreckage of despair and death, I could see that death had no final triumph. Life, real life, goes through death. Life looks death in the eye, and gasps and weeps with the pain and futility. And then, a living person goes on.
I believe God has asked me to face something squarely: death. Most seriously, if I deny this fact of death, resurrection will be denied me. If I deny the death of myself, I would only know death. But if I face it, there is a future. Jesus came that I may have life and have it abundantly. I thought I was as good as dead. I was as good as dead no longer. I was dead. That’s why I was given new life, life in Christ.

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Free at last

Without death, no resurrection. In despair of miserable self, I searched for truth that sets me free. I sought after freedom, stumbled upon it as I set eyes on the reality of crucifixion and death. O, don’t you know all of us who were baptized in Christ Jesus were baptized into His death? Paul asked. Anyone who has died has been freed.

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 Monday, April 17

Writers

I barely recall the occasions I latched on Emily Dickinson, Soren Kierkegaard and Kathleen Norris. To my amusement, Norris is related to the other two in a similar way as I am. =)

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Without death, no resurrection.

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 Saturday, April 15

Life, what is it?

"Because I live, ye shall live also." John 14:19

"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me. " Gal2:20

Am a bearer of Christ's life.

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 Thursday, April 13

Life in Christ

To be a Christian is to be in Christ.

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posted by Graciana@Home at 3:51 pm



Subjective Objective

People do not come to Christ through cold thinking. God shines in their heart to see the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. It is a subjective beauty and objective truth issue. That which is most beautiful is truthful, and that which is most truthful is beautiful. True beauty attests to truth, and truth is beautiful. If we do not subjectively prefer truth, we have not seen it for what it is, we are still believing a lie. If we are not concerned about objective truth and coherence and reality then we are not really attracted to true beauty.

For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
2 Cor 4:6

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 Thursday, April 6

Decision

I must be myself. I cannot break myself any longer for you, or you. If you can love me for what I am, we shall be happier. If you cannot, I will still seek to deserve that you should. I will not hide my tastes or aversions. I will so trust that what is deep is holy, that I will do strongly before the sun and moon whatever inly rejoices me, and the heart appoints. If you are noble, I will love you; if you are not, I will not hurt you and myself by hypocritical attentions. I do this not selfishly, but humbly and truly.

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 Wednesday, April 5

Being a Christian

"Not until a person has become so wretched that his only wish, his only consolation, is to die – not until then does Christianity truly begin."

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