Grace

Friday, January 29, 2010

He has a Name

Jacob, John, Michael, Joseph, Jeremy, Nicholas, William, Miguel, Matthias, Wilfred, Christopher, Ryan, Sean, Sammy, Joey, James.

If he had a name...what would it be?
Could he have possibly been named after his father...his father's father?
Or, did his name carry no connection to either his paternal or maternal sides?

...what could it have been?

Job, there is no exact definition as to what his name means; there is a claim that he was named Job (meaning “pain”) for his mother bore him in much pain, and dictionaries have defined Job as “persecuted” referring to the Hebrew interpretation of the name. Although Job’s life is reflective of torturous suffering—losing his children to death in one instance and having his entire body consumed in bubbling boils to name the commencement of such life tests—satisfying the proposed definition of his name, that same life has symbolized a consistent faith in the Unseen, choosing joy in misery, and exhibiting a determined spirit standing firm knowing and openly acknowledging that the Creator is the Creator; He gives with purpose and He takes with purpose.
Job was named. His name may mean something…may be defined with a word or two, but his purpose in life was not constricted or detained by walls of hindrance and cynical reproof.
He was a man…found “…blameless and upright…” in God’s eyes…a man with a name.

John—translated from Hebrew as “God’s grace”. Born to an older couple, Zechariah and Elizabeth, his father was unable to speak—due to his disbelief in John’s birth—until the very day the event occurred.
Born, designed, purposed to “prepare the way of the Lord…preaching a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins.” Though some thought John to be the One they’ve all been waiting for he clearly relays to the people that “…One more powerful than I will come, the thongs of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie.”
John lived in the desert eating wild honey and locust. He dressed simple and lived the simple life allowing his speech and existence to reveal more of Him and less of himself.
He was a man… “…more than a prophet.” A messenger sent to prepare the way for the Greater One to come; he was a man with a name.

A thirteen-month-old victim of the earthquake that shook the life out of Haiti was lying in a steel crib, considered to be the one in the most grievous condition before he passed, January 29, 2010. His name...unknown. His parents...unknown. His family...unknown. His life...one can only assume that he lived a life devastated by poverty and hardship. If he ever knew, no one knows. Children for a period of time are blessed to be somewhat shielded to the reality that is before them daily until they reach an age and understanding of reality.
This little boy didn't reach that understanding, that realization.
But he had to have had a name when his mother bore him.
And even in his death, though his name was not made known to those caring for him his name was and is known by God.
He was a boy...his name unknown on earth yet in heaven a cataract of joy flows in rejoicing for his entrance into eternal life.

Sources:

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/30/world/americas/30birth.html?pagewanted=1&src=twt&twt=nytimes
www.abarim-publications.com/meaning/job.html
www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/1/job
dictionary.reference.com/browse/job
www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/1/john
NIV Bible Books of Job and John

Monday, January 25, 2010

today...

Today I am reminded of the consequences for my past actions. Today I am reminded...

Monday, January 18, 2010

"You give and take away. You give and take away. My heart will choose to say, 'Lord blessed be Your Name!'"

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Another Season is Over...

Another season has ended...another season has passed, another semester in my educational life has come to its end.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

My Life...

I notice that I'm always trying to escape reality--my reality--any and every chance I can get. Then I find myself stepping back into life with regrets. Funny, but God just laid a random idea upon my heart at this moment: instead of running from reality, why don't I simply embrace it?

Reality is life and life is reality. I need to embrace the reality of my life. And here it is!!!!

I am a music student who has been given numerous opportunities to learn and study this beautiful art that is music. I have made too many huge mistakes in my life that I will give completely to God. I am a dreamer and I have the will, but sometimes will is not enough. Action needs to support it, action needs to drive my will...His will.
I want to succeed. God's strength and my choices in choosing to work will lead me down that road. So from the words of a man I do admire, "Choose life, not death. Choose blessing, not curse."

God help me to embrace this beautiful life that you've given me to live for Your glory!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

I want to be...

I want to be beautiful, amazing, great, grand, outstanding, on time, alive, friendly, happy, exciting, mysterious, shy, outgoing, quiet, loud, silent, crazy, amusing, humorous, intelligent, brilliant, creative, artsy (not too artsy), fun, joyous, hysterical, sneeky, slick, strong, brave, confident, zealous, meeeeeeeee!

I want to be all that I can and more. How many times have you heard that one?

The funny thing is though, I do want to be all I was made to be and more.

I want to...

I want to change the world, read a billion books, live my dream, meet you!, fall in love, sing with all that is within me, and just be.

I want. I want. I want.

I am such a brat.

Do I want too much?