I came across a story last week about a single mother of 4 children living in the south of Scotland. One evening she was in the local Pub when she met a man who, although a Christian, was by no means walking with God at that point in his life. However, in his confused state he shared Jesus with her and in the weeks that followed her life was totally turned round as she started to follow Jesus for herself. Not only was she and her family transformed but the man she had met was also restored to fellowship with The Father. Continue Reading
The Heart of God
The word “forsaken” has, for me, a desolate and dark ring about it. It is one of these terms that create within me a distinct feeling of desertion – it seems more than just a descriptive word!
That many people in our world, for a million reasons, feel forsaken there is no doubt. From the forgotten and abused children everywhere to the man who has squandered the wealth that had once bought him many friends – the silent pain of the forsaken debilitates and destroys. May God have mercy and grace towards them.
Its strange how we [at least me] can so often pass over parts of the Bible and miss the striking truth it contains. I have often read and heard quoted Isaiah 57:15 –
“The high and lofty one who lives in eternity, the Holy One, says this: “I live in the high and holy place with those whose spirits are contrite and humble.”
I have only one recollection of my earthly father crying – for he was not given to much emotion. It was in my teenage years after one of those arguments I suppose happen in most families when some burning issue of the moment ends up with raised voices and not a little discord. Whatever the “burning issue” was has long been erased from my memory. However, what is imprinted indelibly there is the recollection of glancing in my father’s direction as he sat by the fireside. Tears were rolling down his face. In an instant my heart felt as if it had broken. I melted at the sight. Silence immediately filled the room that seconds before had radiated with the heat of argument. In a broken voice he pled for love and unity in his family. The broken heart of a father and his tears had done what argument could never have accomplished – they brought instant repentance, peace and reconciliation.
Some years ago friends of a scientist showed me the microscopic image of a human tear he had given them. In it there were shapes similar to The Cross. Recent research has shown that tears can be divided into three kinds; basel, which are always present and ensure the eyeball is moist; reflex tears which occur when a foreign body enters the eye, and emotional tears which flow when we are sad, angry or upset. Again tears produced as a result of sorrow and sadness show within them Cross like compositions [see below].