It makes sense for a World that will not even receive God's very gracious reconciliation, to not understand a ministry of reconciling to other human sinners. For we who say we understand it, well it makes no sense at all to eat our Turkey and ignore our calling to reconcile. We are... ambassadors?
Rec'on cile - 1. To cause to be friendly again; to bring back to harmony. 2. To adjust; settle; as, to reconcile differences. 3. To make consistent or congruous. 4. To bring to acquiescence or quiet submission; as, to reconcile oneself to afflictions. - SYNONYMS... Reunite; conciliate, propitiate; harmonize....
Rec'on.cil'i.a'tion - 1. Act of reconciling, or state of being reconciled. 2. Reduction to congruence; removal or explanation of inconsistency; harmony.
Dear fellow ambassadors for Christ's Ministry of Reconciliation: Do we believe and understand these words of life? Are they piercing your heart now like they are mine? Did not Christ hold out to you His ultimate sacrifice in the midst of your sin? Did He not suffer shame, pain, humiliation and death that you might live and hold it out to others lost just to reconcile you to Him because He loves you?
God's Word says to "redeem the time...for the days are evil". If this were your last living day how would you redeem it?
Christ condemned empty tradition. For heavens sake, let's not suffer through our empty traditions for the sake of tradition. We are called to much more. We are called to The Ministry of Reconciliation.
...And although you were formerly alienated and hostile in mind, engaged in evil deeds, yet He has now reconciled you in His fleshly body through death, in order to present you before Him holy and blameless and beyond reproach--
...if...
indeed you coninue in the faith firmly established and steadfast, and not moved away from the hope of the gospel that you have heard, which was proclaimed in all creation under heaven... Col. 1:21-23
Now go pick up the phone. You know who to call. I know who I'm calling.
Daddy's Happy Birthday~ We took Daddy....well...technically Daddy took us to the Old Spaghetti Factory for his birthday dinner.
Reading his cards from the kids
Make yourself at home Bub...
Gemma whipped this card together at the last minute to illustrate her personal baking of Daddy's birthday cupcakes. The googley eyes add the perfect touch don't ya think?
Thanks to the Lambrusco, I was not too prideful by the end of the evening to take this humiliating picture of myself in the middle of the Spaghetti factory...
Yeah you family photographers know what I'm talking about. There's one in every family. We have to regularly repent of what I call picture pity.
2 comments:
So cute. And what a great message. I was tearing up a little because we only had our turkey day with our little family and I was jealous of your big gathering. But I also feel so blessed and thankful for my little family.
I can't believe you don't get more comments on your blog. I love reading it when I get the time...oh, yeah, and when I am at someone's else's computer since I don't have one. Hmmm...maybe that explains it!
What a great time you must have had! I loved seeing those familiar, albiet OLDER faces,(although your mother and Tim don't look a day older than they did several years ago!) Hey, my husband would have fit right in with those older brothers of yours....shaved head, little bit of facial hair...Come to think of it, why weren't WE invited...hahahaha!!!
Call me if you get a moment...I never know if I am calling at a bad time, but I might try anyway!
Love ya girl!
Durenda
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