In the Breaking of the Bread: The Life of Christ is Magnified in the Feast

Christ is thrilling. Thrilling and amazing and beyond the sum of all worth! Its hard to admit, but its a reminder we sometimes need. We are reprimanded often, as Christians, for going on and on about the life of Christ. We are told that we're worn-out records. Old news! Like, those story's were hot 2000 years ago! But it's a poor mentality that treats the Source and Summit of creation as if somehow we can exhaust things to say about him. We kinda act like it, though. We sheepishly accept our admonishments from believes and non-believers alike when they come. As if there is something more to life than adoring him!

But Tori Long know's what's up. Over at Pink-Haired Papist, she reminds us that the saving mystery of Jesus' life is NOT boring.

Jesus transformed, Jesus terrified, Jesus uplifted, and Jesus unsettled. Jesus was so wildly loved that His Apostles were consistently frazzled trying to keep Him safe from pressing crowds; He Himself often retreated into solitude and silence to avoid crowds. He was so powerful that He stirred a deep and unshakeable fear in the hearts of the religious elite of His time, so much so that they convinced a mob to elect to kill Him. He performed miracles. He made wild claims. He boldly proclaimed a kingdom, a dawn of hope, and a coming judgment -- and onlookers hung on every word.

 How can we say enough? How can we act with our blushes and hung heads and uncomfortable squiggling that the critics are right?

Little Notes

Belshazzar Sees the Writing on the Wall - Rembrandt van Rij

I'm not trying to sound high and mighty, I'm not calling myself profound. I don't think that at all! But do you ever go backwards in your own writing, looking at a post or a journal entry of a spiritual 'aha!' moment? I look back, I read my own, and I get swept away, though I never know why I hunt them out to begin with. There is so much that seeps through those words and out to barrage my heart that its overwhelming!

Simply Joy

an original poem by Helena Noel

This joy carves silver furrows
down my cheek

To Glimpse our King

an original poem by Helena Noel

Thy steadily rocking arms with sleeping child,
Thy peaceful contemplation of His face,

Reflecting Thee

 An original poem by Helena Noel

O burnish now the silver of my soul

And scour it with Thine everlasting Love!

Sacred Heartbeat

 an original poem by Helena Noel

The silver Rain's soft pattering
And lunar Glow through midnight shower,
The glassy Stars-- winking out,
Shy, from 'hind the Clouds this hour,
Seem to sing harmoniously:
"For Him twirl we Suns and Moons!"
With Winds that whirl in waving Trees,
Piping low their solemn Tune.