Praise the Lord for this beautiful day. The Lord is unfolding His endless beauty as He manifests it in and through the garb of Spring. Laureen and I drove through some of the countryside yesterday, gazing at the beautiful flowering trees and countless daffodils all around us. It was John Keats one, of the Romantic Poets of England, who wrote "A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness".
Max Lucado, in his book, "No Wonder They Call Him Savior," tells the story of a beautiful Brazilian girl named Christina. "Longing to leave her poor Brazilian neighborhood, Christina wanted to see the world. Discontent with a home having only a pallet on the floor, a washbasin, and a wood-burning stove, she dreamed of a better life in the city.
"One morning she slipped away, breaking her mother’s heart. Knowing what life on the streets would be like for her young, attractive daughter, Maria hurriedly packed to go find her. On her way to the bus stop she entered a drugstore to get one last thing. Pictures. She sat in the photograph booth, closed the curtain, and spent all she could on pictures of herself.
"With her purse full of small black-and-white photos, she boarded the next bus to Rio de Janeiro. Maria knew Christina had no way of earning money. She also knew that her daughter was too stubborn to give up. When pride meets hunger, a human will do things that were before unthinkable. Knowing this, Maria began her search.
"Bars, hotels, nightclubs, any place with the reputation for streetwalkers or prostitutes. She went to them all. And at each place she left her picture - taped on a bathroom mirror, tacked to a hotel bulletin board, fastened to a corner phone booth. And on the back of each photo she wrote a note.
"It wasn’t too long before both the money and the pictures ran out, and Maria had to go home. The weary mother wept as the bus began its long journey back to her small village.
"It was a few weeks later that young Christina descended the hotel stairs. Her young face was tired. Her brown eyes no longer danced with youth, but spoke of pain and fear. Her laughter was broken. Her dream had become a nightmare. A thousand times over she had longed to trade these countless beds for her secure pallet. Yet the little village was, in many ways, too far away. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes noticed a familiar face. She looked again, and there on the lobby mirror was a small picture of her mother.
"Christina’s eyes burned and her throat tightened as she walked across the room and removed the small photo. Written on the back was this compelling invitation. ’Whatever you have done, whatever you have become, it doesn’t matter. Please come home.’ She did."
WHEN WE MEET JESUS ON OUR ROAD, OUR EYES WILL BE OPENED AND OUR HEARTS WILL BURN WITHIN US! Here we are, each on our own road heading somewhere. Jesus has one desire, and that is to meet us on our road to somewhere and make something very clear. He died and He rose again to set our hearts on fire. He is our Eternal Contemporary and He is our Faithful and compassionate Companion here on earth and beyond. Blessed be His Name.
In Him,
Brown
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J95rAr0gOFU
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