"Teach us how to count our days so that we may acquire a heart of wisdom." Psalm 90:12. . . By the words "how to count our days" we get the picture of the transitory nature of our lives. . . However, hope also resides in the following: "so that we may acquire a heart of wisdom." ... Is that not our desire ... to be wise; live wisely; pass wisdom on? ... Let's explore our beautiful earth; words of wisdom or just our own lives to acquire that "heart of wisdom."
Friday, December 11, 2015
Training....
Training, counsel, discipline.
Words that many hate. But why? Do not Olympic athletes need training and practice?
Do not students need teachers to correct so that they (students) can perfect their arts or courses?
Perfection is actually not always required; our best is. So today's thought is:
"Happy is the man whom you correct, O Jah, (Jehovah) Whom you teach from your law, to give him tranquility during days of calamity, until a pit is dug for the wicked." Ps. 94:12, 13.
Love these words!
Comforting, right?
Friday, November 20, 2015
Picture This
Let all malicious bitterness and anger and wrath and screaming and abusive speech be taken away from you. —Eph. 4:31.
Consider the example of Jesus. Imagine the immense stress that he was feeling at the last evening meal he had with his apostles. Jesus knew that within hours he would die a slow and painful death. The sanctification of his Father’s name and the salvation of the human family depended on his faithfulness.
Yet, at that very meal, there “arose a heated dispute among [the apostles] over which one of them seemed to be greatest.”
Did Jesus scream at them or express bitterness toward them?
No...Instead, he calmly reasoned with them. Jesus reminded them that they had stuck with him during trying times. Although Satan was demanding to sift them as wheat, Jesus expressed confidence that they would prove faithful. He even concluded a covenant with them. —Luke 22:24-32.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
How To Protect Our Children
You probably know this scene. The Jews were to swipe the blood of a lamb upon their door post so that the angel of death would pass over their household.
Today's scripture reminds us of that period of time, yet holds value for us.
"Instruct me, O Jehovah, in your way." Psalm 27:11.
At each Israelite Passover, important lessons would be emphasized, passed on by father to son. One was that Jehovah could protect his worshippers.
The children learned that he is not some vague, abstract deity. Jehovah is a real, living God who is interested in his people and who acts in their behalf. He proved this at the time he protected the Israelite firstborn "when he plagued the Egyptians." Exodus 12:27.
Today, Christian parents do not yearly recount the Passover and it's meaning to their children. But do we teach our children that God protects his people? Are they convinced of his realness? Are we? And that he is still a Protector of his people? Isaiah 12:2.
Do we need to learn that anew?
And if we are solidly convinced, how do we convey this to our children? Is it an enjoyable conversation between us and them?
If it is, imagine how this would affect the family’s spiritual values and thus their future wellbeing.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Praise Who
"You young men and young women, Old men and young together. Let them praise the name of Jehovah, For his name alone is unreachably high. His majesty is above earth and heaven." Psalm 148:12, 13.
But what if we feel not inclined? ... Maybe the following words you can bear in mind.
"Therefore, let those of us who are mature be of this mental attitude, and if you are mentally inclined otherwise in any respect, God will reveal the above attitude to you. At any rate, to the extent we have made progress, let us go on walking orderly in this same course." Philippians 3:15, 16.
Monday, July 27, 2015
Good ... Without Religion or Without Religion ... No Good?
Good ... Without Religion or
Without Religion ... No Good?
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
Through rites by priest or
guidance by a preacher
the clergy or teacher
In centuries past
Masses
Skipped, dragged, stumbled to church
To warrant God's favor
although just before
found again
passed out
laying it out or stoned
under bleechers.
Well aware of hypocrisy
Its role of religion in war
Pedophilia
Not Theocracy
Still overall religion was good.
Mystic, tradition, music, damnation
kept it all
As it should?
Then
Evolution conveniently appeared
suddenly enlightened we became.
Convinced many
God did not exist.
No reason to fear.
Just do as you please!
Drown the Bible in beers.
Poof! Disappear!
We don't want to hear!
Technology is our god, our Man.
Robots our future on which to stand.
We see the grief of humanity.
Surely scientists will set us free
From disease, famine and death.
Surely you must agree!
Clergy saw it had its part
in disassembling
the Love of God
in a majority of hearts.
So suddenly it's perfectly clear:
We must change our message!
To get them back here.
Tell them everything they do is okay,
Just fall down on your knees
And don't forget to pray.
We are all accepted,
"You must believe."
That statement's true.
But this flexibility in teaching doctrines
confuses
more than a few.
If churches doubt the Power of God to make the laws
We may as well stay home with the kids.
Rewatch series of the real danger of "Jaws".
I'm a good person, though not always a 'saint'.
Church just keeps me from my house
that needs a coat of paint.
Yes, religion has been used for evil ends.
This prophecied long ago:
That men would pretend
To love the flock and shepherd God's sheep;
Though as wolves they devoured
Speaking "twisted things"
Caused the fearful to cower.
God's commandments they refused to keep.
Now Jesus taught his disciples to reason with men.
However, some changed his meaning to:
"Compel them to come in."
Use force if necessary to convert the pagans,
the common stock and of course the heathens.
Who really is behind this abuse?
Satan, once child of God continues the ruse.
Using religion to transform the mind
Many don't know if he exists too.
Yet, this is no problem. With him it's "Just Fine."
Since ... his endeavor?
Keep Mankind Blind.
This deceit is nothing new.
He used power to try to tempt Jesus too.
He's a liar, a murderer, a puppeteer, a snake.
Keeps humans
divided
convinced
Religion's
"A Mistake."
The Creator says:
"They have not listened to my words
and have rejected my law.
What do I care about incense from Sheba? ...
Your sacrifices do not please me."
Their rebellion he saw.
God turns his head from hypocrisy.
Their festivals he Hated.
Truth is His concern. His mandates clearly stated.
Paying attention and listening
to those fearing His Holy name
And meditating upon
and speaking each to his companion.
He says:
"They will be mine."
Showing ownership to claim.
Is that not a religion?
So there is a choice we have,
since there are Two Roads
Between which to chose.
Eternal life or eternal death.
Choose life so you won't lose.
Because everlasting happiness
is at stake. . . Religion a Blessing or a Curse?
It's how you choose.
For that's a decision
Only You Can Make.
Based on: Deu. 30:17-20; Matthew 7:13-29; 28:19, 20; Isa. 1:14, 15; 2 Cor. 11:13-15; Luke 4:5-7; Acts 20:29, 30; 28: 23, 24; Jer. 6:19, 20.
Friday, July 17, 2015
"Death, Where Is Your Sting?"
"Death, Where Is Your Sting?"
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
This solitary "son,"
one of three staked--
He, dishonorably.
A "god"
temporarily
Silenced,
Hung till dead on a tree
Won victory
over mankind's
Permanent sleep.
*
This solitary "son,"
most misunderstood,
Father lovingly created.
"Chief Agent of Life"
Firstborn of All creation,
through which All else exists,
Willingly
became "Ransom"
to regain Adam's lost:
Perfect life Eternal to persist.
*
This solitary "son"
unwarrantedly Hated,
Conquered the World.
"Wonderful Counselor"
humbly positioned
at the feet of His
Apostles.
Directed to Imitate
His Example. To the End
Loyally Protected.
*
This solitary "son"
Gloriously Elevated,
arriving Mounted a White Steed.
"Prince of Peace"
King of God's Kingdom
eliminating enemies seen and unseen.
Death
Ejected. Obedient Servant's Perfected.
Universal Harmony Finally Regained.
"Death, Where Is Your Victory? Death, Where Is Your Sting?"
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
This solitary "son,"
one of three staked--
He, dishonorably.
A "god"
temporarily
Silenced,
Hung till dead on a tree
Won victory
over mankind's
Permanent sleep.
*
This solitary "son,"
most misunderstood,
Father lovingly created.
"Chief Agent of Life"
Firstborn of All creation,
through which All else exists,
Willingly
became "Ransom"
to regain Adam's lost:
Perfect life Eternal to persist.
*
This solitary "son"
unwarrantedly Hated,
Conquered the World.
"Wonderful Counselor"
humbly positioned
at the feet of His
Apostles.
Directed to Imitate
His Example. To the End
Loyally Protected.
*
This solitary "son"
Gloriously Elevated,
arriving Mounted a White Steed.
"Prince of Peace"
King of God's Kingdom
eliminating enemies seen and unseen.
Death
Ejected. Obedient Servant's Perfected.
Universal Harmony Finally Regained.
"Death, Where Is Your Victory? Death, Where Is Your Sting?"
Based on John 1:1; Matt. 16:24; Heb. 12:2; John 12:49; Micah 5:2; John 3:13; 6:38; 6:62; Col. 1:16, 17; Acts 3:15; Romans 5:12; John 16:33; Isa. 9:6,7; Dan. 2:44; 1 Cor. 15:55.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Distorted Beauty
Distorted Beauty
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
No
Never
A Beauty
Neither Handsome
On a ... Pedestal
No Lover will Cherish
Mirror blackened it's sad hue
A peasants virtue ... not either.
Honor also their due. Impatience,
Bury in a Grave . . . Visited by few.
Impatience Can Be Harmful
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102012443?q=impatience&p=par
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
No
Never
A Beauty
Neither Handsome
On a ... Pedestal
No Lover will Cherish
Mirror blackened it's sad hue
A peasants virtue ... not either.
Honor also their due. Impatience,
Bury in a Grave . . . Visited by few.
Impatience Can Be Harmful
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102012443?q=impatience&p=par
A Butterfly Freed
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A Butterfly Freed
Multitudes war for rest; still shackles pinch, scrap and oppress.
In cemeteries far and wide buried beneath: hatred and pride.
Babies who softly coo stretch forth for freedom; liberty too.
Africa's desert plains and farmers kneeling, praying: "Rain" feel pain.
Under bridges rats scratch, scudder; couples huddle, old men mutter.
IV's hang; yet violence bangs shut coffins as mothers mourn.
Born to be worn, these biting chains all mankind adorn.
But, one death in ransom performed provides freedom for eternity.
Though, sin and grave us bind; ... Our Hope Flies Freely.
"Beautiful butterfly, transport our faith; continue this: Rise and fly!"
In cemeteries far and wide buried beneath: hatred and pride.
Babies who softly coo stretch forth for freedom; liberty too.
Africa's desert plains and farmers kneeling, praying: "Rain" feel pain.
Under bridges rats scratch, scudder; couples huddle, old men mutter.
IV's hang; yet violence bangs shut coffins as mothers mourn.
Born to be worn, these biting chains all mankind adorn.
But, one death in ransom performed provides freedom for eternity.
Though, sin and grave us bind; ... Our Hope Flies Freely.
"Beautiful butterfly, transport our faith; continue this: Rise and fly!"
Monday, June 29, 2015
SHIELD
SHIELD
by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)
Shield
Me with
Your LOVE not
Covered in wood,
leather which FIRE
Can consume. Armor IT
in PURE GOLD. Oil it against
Ruin. Your Skills, flaming missiles from
Enemies, deflect. PROTECT ... my HEART.
Then FAITH in You I will Choose to REFLECT.
Based on: Ephesians 6:14-18.
Based on: Ephesians 6:14-18.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Shadows
#Shadows
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
No
Shadowy
#Presence
you are,
though
Often
Shoved
into the
corners
of our
Daily
lives.
HIDDEN,
as if
#deformed,
Yet
#Miracles--
All of them,
YOU
Performed.
Why should you be
Secreted
Away,
#Eclipsed
by puppet masters--
those who
commandeer
the stage,
Play
our
Strings
angrily,
greedily,
possessively,
While
YOU
Lovingly
Waited
Patiently,
Still
Managing our world
Spinning
Perfectly
for inattentive
#Humanity?
So Let There Be Light
Shown
on many
pathways,
For
No
Shadowy
Presence
you are
to remain,
to #FOREVER
maintain
An arena
for fleeting mankind's
#Hoorays.
For you there will be
No more
SHADOWS.
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Burnt Out
BURNT OUT
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
When
my anger
(insighted)
becomes a flame
and
my compassion
(manipulated)
begins to wane
When I
Burn out
on their
Disrespect
It is at this time
That I
Should
STOP and Again
REFLECT:
If
The Almighty--
Degrees
Infinitely
GREATER
than
me
WAS and IS
Hated
and
Ignored
Daily,
Continually
Blantantly
Disregarded,
Slandered
or
Distrusted,
Who am I--
His mere human
Servant
To burn out?
I must
Muster
up
More
Love.
Imitate
Him,
thus
NAVIGATE
to however
Tolerate
UNTIL
Only He Says:
"Okay...
NOW
It's Too Late!"
Based on: Ezekiel 8:17, 18; 9:10, 36:20-23; 2 Chron. 36:16; Joel 2:12-14; Heb. 10:26-31.
Fear Fleshed Out
Livid when it comes to injustices! But grateful to be alive! Especially in these increasingly worsening times. "You're kidding!" you say. No. You've heard: "It was the best of times. It was the worst of times." Well, it is the same today. Follow along as I show you why.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
#Fear Fleshed Out
#FEAR FLESHED OUT
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
Perched
on this precipice
ascending
rapidly
from
blackened
ashes
molded,
into
a
solid
craggy
Mountain
High
above the ocean,
the speed of which
stripped
me
bare
of robe--
nearly
peeled
back
my onion skin.
I climbed this mount
turned mountain.
Took
the steep steps
of
"can't"
"ain't good enough"--
often repeated
snide,
wicked,
constant,
projecting
me
higher and higher;
past
any
silver linings.
*
First I floated
on a lake of crystal clear
rippled waters,
which
Could
quench my thirsty soul.
Then
Drown
I
almost
did
bobbing and thrashing,
frantic
on the
agitated waves
of cannonball
performers.
*
I
Permitted
a drift;
so why glance
for a sail?
(Do I really
desire
Salvation?
What
exactly
Is this place
called
Hell?)
*
I
took
the steps
escaping the whirling
whispers--
sudden
blessed efforts
to inspire.
Poignant
sweet
musings
that
plucked at my core;
mimicked stroked strings
of the harp
to pacify
my
bleating
heart.
And
Yes,
Light
seeped through
semi-slanted,
dusty
blinds;
Truly
sprouted
blossoms
on this crusty soiled floor.
Though,
across
windows
(double-paned)
in flight free
and easy,
birds in abundance,
More
Beautiful
appeared;
their varied sounds
garbled.
Their melodies unclear.
*
I climbed those steps
way above those birds;
Above that ocean.
I climbed higher
even when
my legs grew heavy
in the exertion.
Now?
I lie--cold and frozen.
Now?
I will shut
my tired eyes,
just a tiny while
Dozing....
till--
THE END.
Based on: 2 Timothy 1:7; Luke 21:26; 1 John 4:18.
Slander... This poem is also found http://vigortality.blogspot.com/2015/06/slander.html?m=1
Livid when it comes to injustices! But grateful to be alive! Especially in these increasingly worsening times. "You're kidding!" you say. No. You've heard: "It was the best of times. It was the worst of times." Well, it is the same today. Follow along as I show you why.
Monday, June 1, 2015
SLANDER
Slander
by
Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
Opposers
Slander,
PURE and SIMPLE.
But
TRUTH
Endures;
Rises
Above,
Beyond!
In its
Ascent
Uncloaks
distorted
ugly
schemes--
themes
somewhat
concealed
in equally
contorted/
crippled
frames.
Their
saddened
Brains,
Always
Contriving.
Shamed,
Shameful,
they
proclaim fables
to
Disguise
their lack of
Beauty,
their
Unable-
ness.
Maybe.
LIES
Only
Blanket
their
HATRED,
which covers
the skin
of their
Envy,
Buried
Within--
A
Thin
Breathing
UNENTITLED
Shield
of
Arrogance,
This
Cultivated
Veneer,
Until
The
Bright
Light
of
Clear
Proof
Shines
Brilliantly.
Reveals
the
aged lines
of their
bitterness,
of
their anger,
of
their
DYING,
though,
Already
Dead
in their
Hearts.
Yes,
also
tragically,
Decaying
in
their
Heads.
Based on: 2 Cor. 4:4; John 12:31; 1 John 2:17; Ps. 39:1; Ps. 119:172.
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