Forgetfulness

Love

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

Anais Nin 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer

Isa 51:12-13
"I, even I, am He who comforts you. Who are you that you are afraid of man who dies and of the son of man who is made like grass, that you have forgotten the LORD your Maker, Who stretched out the heavens and laid the foundations of the earth. That you fear continually all day long because of the fury of the oppressor, as he makes ready to destroy? But where is the fury of the oppressor? NASU

It has been said that friendship consists of forgetting what we have given away, and remembering what we have received. We have a great need to remember what you and I have received from God. First we came from Him, we are His creation. We can try to be independent of that and celebrate the power of the human mind, but it is, in its finest hour, and at its best, just a spark in this blazing universe of light that circles around us.

We are products of the Glorious Hand of God, don’t diminish that fact, glory in it and wear it like the label of a fine clothing distributor. We probably are, and may well be, the only beings in all of this wonderful creation that surrounds us that are alive and allowed to share in the knowledge of who He is, and we should glory in that fact. Though we have had many sighting of UFO’s we have no solid facts, but we have solid fact of who Christ is, and of His coming, death and resurrection, and we should never, ever forget the gift He gave us on Calvary, we should remember all that we have received for Him.

Where did you come from? You came from God, sure God used different vehicles to get you here, but you are never the less, His...I love this poem of William Wordsworth who wrote this of our birth;

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. The soul that rises with us, our life's star, hath had elsewhere its setting, and cometh from afar: not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.

God Bless

Pastor William