Christ Will Return -by Lois Macdonald

It was just another ordinary day until, “in the blink of an eye,” it wasn’t. It started off with the welcoming sound of coffee brewing and rich aroma coaxing fellow urbanites out from underneath their toasty duvet covers. Followed by the loud call of roosters crowing in the neighboring country-side. An alarm guaranteed to wake even the most stubborn sleepy-head. Bursts of caffeine began washing away any traces of brain-fog while offering household parents an added boost of energy to get their children off to school and still arrive at work on time. It was like watching a runaway train that defies gravity and mysteriously never derails, as it hurls itself along the tracks, gaining more and more momentum. Accomplishing in one short hour, what would typically take two or more. They round-up their young like a mother hen collecting her busy chicks. With a pat on each head and lunch bags distributed, the family wave goodbye and march out into the waiting world beyond their front door. With dishes cleaned, and beds made, the young mother nukes her coffee, which she will repeatedly do throughout the day, she sits at her computer desk. She loves the benefits of working from home and has learned quickly how invaluable social media is to the success of her new website. One of her favorite perks is beginning each day by chatting with family and friends on Facebook. Joining the 1.40 billion others who are doing the same thing. Yes, it felt like any other day, until, “in the blink of an eye,” it wasn’t.

Pushing the on and off switch for the second time with no response, she soon realized in horror that her work and social lifeline had crashed overnight! Scripture tells us that we will all experience trials when we least expect them. Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” Why you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, “If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.” James 4:13-15. Often tragedy is only a phone call away. Divorce, death, work lay-off to name a few, will leave us shaken to the core, but there is hope! For those who have a personal relationship with Jesus live with the hope and assurance that their God is watching over them. They trust in His promises. “The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.” Duet. 31:8. NIV

“In the blink of an eye,” on an ordinary day, Christ will return! Those who know Him as their personal Saviour will see Him face-to-face and will be reunited with all their loved ones who also ran the good race. Amen.

Shared Love -by Lois Macdonald

What is love I ask if it is not shared? A rose that withers and decays before claiming its rightful place in the garden. Never seeing its own reflection through the eyes of another. In truth, it cannot be contained for it begs to engrave its name across the sky. So that whenever sorrow tries to erase its memory, it won’t succeed. For the sweet taste of its story lives on in the dreams of its beloved ones. The arms of love are powerful. At times tender as a dove, but forever mighty as an eagle. They spread out to shield the weak with wings of compassion and lift the broken-hearted high above the clouds of misery, into the light of day. Only the vain and foolish sit waiting for love’s invitation. Insisting that it will come knocking on their door. They are blind to love’s purpose and deaf to its call. For true love wears a garment of sacrifice and the crown of a humble servant. In truth, love holds no value if fear prevents its declaration. Yet to the faithful, whose desire is to reflect the One who first loved them, such love is priceless!

So, what is love I ask if it is not shared?  Dare I say, merely an imitation.

Unworthy of Love -by Lois Macdonald

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