Matthew 26.6-13

In leper Simon’s house, a woman came
To anoint the Lord, ignoring taunts of shame.
She gladly broke her alabastar jar
To pour on his head perfume that came from afar.
“What waste!” the Savior’s men complained, indignant.
“The poor have need!” They saw her gift a repugnant
Act of useless emotion. But Jesus saw
Her heart of love and the reason for their ire.
She knew he’d pay the heavy debt she owed.
“She poured this oil on my body to prepare
For burial. She can see the Servant’s path,
The pain of the cross, the overwhelming bath.
So leave her alone! In every place the News
Is preached, her deed will be told — she rose
To the occasion — the world will hear her story.
Oh, God, may her brave act be also my glory!

The cold of winter seeps into my bones,
My body aches, my limbs are hard to move,
The heavy air would lull my eyes to sleep;
The chill of sin, the chains of self remove:
The first and fiery love help me to keep,
Devotion, zeal, and faith may Jesus prove,
Let not decisions be unmoving stones.

What future is there for us, O man of sin?
What world create to last beyond desire?
What force produce to resist that certain doom?
Between us can we find eternal room?

But for a fleeting time our pleasures last,
So soon do passions die, our shameful past
A shadow, our present but a lightning flash —
For lack of air is doused our flickering flame. Continue reading

When police asked a hit-and-run driver last week in Van Buren, Ark., why she left the scene without stopping she said, “I left because I didn’t want my ice cream to melt.”

Now this woman has her priorities straight! After all, it was hot that day. Never mind that she had rear-ended a car, caused damage, and—who knows—might have injured the other driver.

But you can’t let your ice cream melt. Continue reading

As a high-school basketball player, I was slow and warmed the bench. As much as the coach yelled in my ear, my speedometer wouldn’t allow a faster speed.

The intellectually slow person doesn’t advance beyond the more gifted. They say one’s IQ is fixed. Though the mind may do exercises to improve, it’s level of intelligence is set.

There’s not much one can do with physical and mental limitations, but spiritual slowness is a question of the will. Continue reading