O taste and see

God is truly very good.

Somewhere over the rainbow...

There are very few people who can claim not to love the way a baby’s skin smells… or who have never wanted to “eat up” a baby, round cheeks and all. And no, I am not referring to Jonathan Swift’s famous proposal to solve the “Irish problem”. It’s just that impulse one gets when holding a clean, fat baby; maybe the way to the heart really is through the stomach, or maybe our gluttonous instincts associate love with eating.

I did not honestly think I would have this opportunity again; I did not think there would be baby’s cheeks, round or otherwise, or the smell of Johnson’s baby lotion in my immediate experience. I did not expect to ever have that ecstatic burst of love that just wants to “eat up” a baby. And I am being serially dumbfounded as I watch this incredibly, amazingly healthy child. It’s quite a…

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Damaged Goods and Jesus

pilgrimBy Viv Walden

Damaged Goods. That is what I am. It is what we all are. I started my run this morning feeling every bit of the damage.

I have lost a child. I’m emotionally fragile.  I worry about my children and grandchildren. I worry about pretty much everything. I am weak in my faith.

Enough about me, I tell myself. Look around. So I thought of the people in my world and the ‘trouble they’ve seen’. Divorce, Cancer, Abuse, depression, sorrow, heartbreak…….

And beyond my small world there is more. War, torture, slavery, death, starvation, poverty, hopelessness. The weight is too heavy.

Then I rounded a corner on my run and the sun was shining. My thoughts rounded a corner too. Thank God. (I was getting a little morose as I sometimes am wont to do.)

I looked Godward and remembered that Jesus is right here with me and He has overcome the world. A song from long ago came to mind and I remembered most of the words.

O what a wonderful, wonderful day, day I will never forget;
After I’d wandered in darkness away, Jesus my Savior I met.
O what a tender, compassionate friend, He met the need of my heart.
Hum hum hum hum da da da da hum……He made all the darkness depart.

Though it may not be popular in this day and age, I am an old fashioned believer in the Jesus of the Bible. I love the Savior of man, healer of sick, and giver of hope. And I think the good that man does in this world is a reflection of the character of God. I think of the many charities, rescuers, givers, well diggers, medical workers, missionaries, – people who care about those around them and those far off.  I thank God that in this fallen world there are lovely splashes, bright slivers and great swaths of hope.

Jesus, my tender, compassionate friend, said, ‘Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. This morning He again took my burden for his – a more than fair exchange.

I love it. He takes my burdens and makes my spirit light. I am smiling as I finish my run, even though two pesky dogs have followed me the last mile home. Savior of sin-sick people and damaged goods, thank you. You have redeemed this day.