This is Sunday – home with this silly back.

It is a good day for me to get caught up on so many things that have gone by the wayside. I read the devotional of Dr. Criswell’s this morning and want to pass it on for this Sunday morning.

phesians 2:11-17
That at that time ye were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope, and without God in the world: But now in Christ Jesus ye who sometimes were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ (2:12-13).
Without Hope
   If you have read Dante’s Divine Comedy, you have seen hell described as having a giant door that leads down into the pit and into the abyss. Above this door are inscribed these words: “Despair of hope all ye who enter here.” That is a description of all who are outside the Lord. They are without hope. Our lives without God are like a shipwrecked mariner thirsting to death in a sea of brine, looking up to a burning sun, looking down to the bottomless pit, and looking around to barren decay. Our lives are like that without Christ; we are without hope.
   Sometimes I think of life as a race with death on a great track. When one is young, the grim skeleton monster of death seems to be far behind. But as the days go on and the race continues, he approaches closer and closer until finally, if one looks over his shoulder, he can see him breathing down his neck. I do not need to speculate who wins. Death always wins, like a stag-hound that drags down the deer. Ultimately, inexorably and inevitably, death drags us down without hope. You are not going to win. Someday it will be with you as it has been with those who have preceded us. Only in Jesus Christ is there victory over death and hope for eternity.

He is so up to date, even though he has been gone for a long time.  They say there are two things that we cannot escape, death and taxes.  True.  But death is the more serious for sure.  So much of it is seen on this campus.  Yesterday one of the two precious gals whom I sit with for breakfast came with her rollator and I could hardly believe my eyes – the days before yesterday she was brought over in a wheelchair because she had been the one who fell flat on her face.  But it was not long before I needed to call for JT’s to come for her IMMEDIATELY as she, all of a sudden got VERY sick.  One never knows.  I pray today she will be feeling much better.  It takes a long, long time to get over a jolt to the body as she had earlier.

Have a blessed Sunday and it is back to the heating pad for me.

Mega Blessings.  Marge H.

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