Wednesday, July 9, 2014

The Golden Voice of The Psalms - Gods Message to Us

 Cultivating a Heart For God.


Author: The brief descriptions that introduce the psalms have David listed as author in 73 instances. David's personality and identity are clearly stamped on many of these psalms. While it is clear that David wrote many of the individual psalms, he is definitely not the author of the entire collection. Two of the psalms (72) and (127) are attributed to Solomon, David's son and successor. Psalm 90 is a prayer assigned to Moses. Another group of 12 psalms (50) and (73—83) is ascribed to the family of Asaph. The sons of Korah wrote 11 psalms (42, 44-49, 84-85,87-88). Psalm 88 is attributed to Heman, while (89) is assigned to Ethan the Ezrahite. With the exception of Solomon and Moses, all these additional authors were priests or Levites who were responsible for providing music for sanctuary worship during David's reign. Fifty of the psalms designate no specific person as author.

Date of Writing: A careful examination of the authorship question, as well as the subject matter covered by the psalms themselves, reveals that they span a period of many centuries. The oldest psalm in the collection is probably the prayer of Moses (90), a reflection on the frailty of man as compared to the eternity of God. The latest psalm is probably (137), a song of lament clearly written during the days when the Hebrews were being held captive by the Babylonians, from about 586 to 538 B.C.

It is clear that the 150 individual psalms were written by many different people across a period of a thousand years in Israel's history. They must have been compiled and put together in their present form by some unknown editor shortly after the captivity ended about 537 B.C.

Purpose of Writing: The Book of Psalms is the longest book in the Bible, with 150 individual psalms. It is also one of the most diverse, since the psalms deal with such subjects as God and His creation, war, worship, wisdom, sin and evil, judgment, justice, and the coming of the Messiah.

Key Verses: Psalm 19:1 “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.”

Psalm 22:16-19, "Dogs have surrounded me; a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet. I can count all my bones; people stare and gloat over me. They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing."

Psalm 23:1, "The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want."

Psalm 29:1-2, "Ascribe to the LORD, O mighty ones, ascribe to the LORD glory and strength. Ascribe to the LORD the glory due his name; worship the LORD in the splendor of his holiness."

Psalm 51:10, "Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me."

Psalm 119:1-2, "Blessed are they whose ways are blameless, who walk according to the law of the LORD. Blessed are they who keep his statutes and seek him with all their heart."

Brief Summary: The Book of Psalms is a collection of prayers, poems, and hymns that focus the worshiper's thoughts on God in praise and adoration. Parts of this book were used as a hymnal in the worship services of ancient Israel. The musical heritage of the psalms is demonstrated by its title. It comes from a Greek word which means "a song sung to the accompaniment of a musical instrument."

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Our Amazing Creator God

I am sure many of you will read this and say, "is this woman daft or what!"
Yet others will nod their head and feel a quickening in their heart and understand right where I am coming from.
Yesterday I took a friend with me to see the movie, "Heaven is for Real." 
I had read the book yet hoped the movie would witness Jesus and the reality of Heaven to this lovely eighty year old lady.  Did it? I am not sure, as she would not be gently drawn into any discussion about it.

However, it did speak to me!  No about my faith to believe because I  am unshakable in that, but about Gods everlasting and enduring love.

It wasn't until almost at the end of the story, that the name of the Burpo's family church became apparent.  And then I began to cry as the Lord touched my heart.

At times we all feel like life is just too tough and we almost want to give up and stop breathing. Yet we cannot chose to shut off and shut down just because we feel overwhelmed.  Our life is in Gods hands, and only he can appoint the number of our days for residing on this earth.  
(Psalms 90:12.)

So what was the name of that Church? And why did it have a powerful effect on me?

First I have to tell you the background to this.
When I went to live in Tennessee I wanted a spiritual place to call home. I visited two great churches, yet didn't feel complete until I found Crossroads Church. On that morning, before  my first visit, I opened my Bible at randon and read, 
"Trust in the Lord with with all thine heart, and lean not on your own understanding. But in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will direct thy paths." Proverbs 3:5-6.  


  ( I was sent this from my Crossroads family to remember them by..)

  As I entered the church that day, the first words I heard Pastor Jerry Poore say, were the ones above.. I believed this to be a sign and my heart rejoiced. I was where God wanted me to be.


After my husband Ray returned to Australia with me for the first time, he decided it was where we would retire. And three years later we did. For the first few months we became gypsies, wandering in a caravan all over this Island, Country and Continent. 



Finally we settled down in a country town amidst pinapple, mango and advocado plantations and began to seek a church to belong. There was nothing wrong with our first two choices, but I felt unsettled in my heart. Finally I prayed about my concern to God and told him I would leave it in my husband, Rays hands. 

We went nowhere for a few weeks and then Ray said, how about we try this other church known as the Wesleyan Methodist Church.  It wasn't a fancy building, in fact it was a huge shed, as many of the newer built churches in Australia now are. On our very first day there, many people approached after the service and welcomed us. One particular lady, (Pauline) who I have come to love dearly as my sister-in-Christ, invited me straight away to her Home Group. 

 
 (Presentation for Graduating from Bible College, at The Weslyan last year.)

So what has all this to do with the name of the church in the movie, "Heaven is for Real!"
Well, ...  I felt the love of the Lord in his guidance both times in my finding a spiritual home. 
And the name of the Burpo's Church was...
 Crossroads Weslyan Church.
The both names associated with the two churches I have been called to belong. 
Coincidence? I think not... Gods guiding hand? I believe so.. 
 
"The mind of man plans his way, But the LORD directs his steps."  Proverbs 16:9


Saturday, April 26, 2014

ANZAC DAY 25th April. Every Year.

As the sun rises the dawn services begin and Australians bowed their heads in silence.
It's a sad day as we remember those who died fighting for our country.

ALL present recite the following.... 
At The Going Down of the Sun
And in the Morning
We will Remember Them
LEST WE FORGET...

ANZAC, stands for Australian and New Zealand ... but of course... it is in memory of all soldiers world wide who have died to help us, the living, enjoy a freedom we may not otherwise have.

I always become emotional on that day...
I cry for my father who served in the Middle East and on the Kokoda Trail P.N.G.
He never spoke of the war and his suffering, but like many, it changed him.
In and out of Mental Hospitals with the condition we now call Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, he couldn't cope with every day life.
I lost touch with him for many years, and finally found him again when I was eighteen...
He died in 1982 from lung cancer, among other physial complaints. So he is now free.
My grandfather also served in the Great War of  1914-1919, also known as World War 1.
Of strong Christian convictions, I am unsure if he suffered the same as my father. 

Wars continue and more of our men and women die or are left with internal scares forever.

So in honour of them.... we keep a day aside every year in respect of them.
It is a somber time, and everything shuts down across the land.

At the dawn services...thousands attend.



Hymns were sung.... and prayers said.

The Royals, the Duke (Prince William) and Duchess attended this year. 





 



John 15:13.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.



The Forgotten ANZAC on The Wall 

                             I wandered thru a country town, 'cos I had some time to spare,
                              Went into an antique shop to see what was in there.
                               Old Bikes and pumps and kero lamps, but hidden by it all,
                                       A photo of a soldier boy, an Anzac on the Wall.

'The Anzac have a name?' I asked. The old man answered 'No.'
The ones who could have told me mate, have passed on long ago.
The old man kept on talking, and according to his tale,
The photo was unwanted junk bought from a clearance sale.

'I asked around', the old man said, 'but no-one knows his face,
He's been on that wall twenty years, deserves a better place.
Some-one must have loved him, so it seems a shame somehow.'
I nodded in agreement, then said, 'I'll take him now.' 

My nameless digger's photo, well it was a sorry sight
Cracked glass pane and broken frame, I had to make it right
To prise the photo from its frame I took care just in case,
Cause only sticky paper held the cardboard back in place. 

I peeled away the faded screed and much to my surprise,
Two letters and a telegram appeared before my eyes
The first reveals my Anzac's name, and regiment of course
John Mathew Francis Stuart of Australia's own Light Horse.

This letter written from the front, my interest now was keen;
This note was dated August seventh 1917
'Dear Mum, I'm at Khalasa Springs not far from the Red Sea
They say it's in the Bible, looks like a Billabong to me. 

'My Kathy wrote I'm in her prayers, she's still my bride to be
I  can't wait to see you both, you're all the world to me.
Mum, you'll soon meet Bluey, last month they shipped him out,
I told him to call on you when he's up and about.' 

'That bluey is a larrikin, and we all thought it funny
He lobbed a Turkish hand grenade into the CO's dunny.
I told you how he dragged me wounded, in from no man's land
He stopped the bleeding, closed the wound, with only his bare hand.'

'Then he copped it at the front from some stray shrapnel blast;
It was my turn to drag him in and I thought he wouldn't last.
He woke up in hospital, and nearly lost his mind
Cause out there on the battlefield, he'd left one leg behind.' 

'He's been in a bad way Mum, he knows he'll ride no more.
Like me he loves a horse's back, he was a champ before.
So Please Mum can you take him in, he's been like my own brother,
Raised in a Queensland orphanage he's never known a mother.' 

But Struth, I miss Australia Mum, and in my mind each day
I am a mountain cattleman on high plains far away.
I'm mustering white-faced cattle, with no camel's hump in sight
And I waltz my Matilda by a campfire every night

I wonder who rides Billy, I heard the pub burnt down,
I'll always love you and please say hooroo to all in town.'
The second letter I could see, was in a lady's hand
An answer to her soldier son, there in a foreign land. 

Her copperplate was perfect, the pages neat and clean.
It bore the date, November 3rd 1917.
'T'was hard enough to lose your Dad, without you at the war
I'd hoped you would be home by now; each day I miss you more'

'Your Kathy calls around a lot since you have been away
To share with me her hopes and dreams about your wedding day.
And Bluey has arrived, what a godsend he has been.
We talked and laughed for days, about the things you've done and seen'

'He really is a comfort, and works hard around the farm,
I read the same hope in his eyes you won't come to harm.
McConnell's kids rode Billy, but suddenly that changed.
We had a violent lightning storm, and it was really strange.' 

'Last Wednesday, just on midnight, not a single cloud in sight,
It raged for several minutes, it gave us all a fright.
It really spooked your Billy, he screamed and bucked and reared
Then he rushed the sliprail fence, which by a foot he cleared' 

'They brought him back next afternoon, but something's changed I fear.
It's like the day you brought him home, for no one can get near.
Remember when you caught him with his black and flowing mane?
Now Horse breakers fear the beast only you can tame,'

'That's why we need you home son.'  Then the flow of ink went dry.
This letter was unfinished, and I couldn't work out why.
Until I started reading, the letter number three,
A yellow telegram delivered news of tragedy,

Her son killed in action: oh what pain that must have been
The same date as her letter, 3rd November 1917.
This letter which was never sent, became then one of three
She sealed behind the photo's face, the face she longed to see. 

John's home town's old timers, children when he went to war
Would say no greater cattleman had left the town before.
They knew his widowed mother well, and with respect did tell
How when she lost her only boy, she lost her mind as well. 

She could not face the awful truth, to strangers she would speak:
'My Johnny's at the war you know, he's coming home next week.'
They all remembered Bluey he stayed on to the end.
A younger man with wooden leg became her closest friend.

He would go to find her when she wandered old and weak,
And always softly say, 'yes dear, John will be home next week.'
When she died, Bluey moved on, to Queensland some did say.
I tried to find out where he went, but don't know to this day.

And Kathy never wed, a lonely spinster some found odd.
She wouldn't set foot in a church. She'd turned her back on God.
John's mother left no Will I learned, on my detective trail.
This explains my photo's journey, of that clearance sale.

So I continued digging, cause I wanted to know more.
I found John's name with thousands, in the records of the war.
His last ride proved his courage, a ride you will acclaim
The Light Horse Charge at Beersheba of everlasting fame.

That last day in October, back in 1917
At 4pm our brave boys fell , that sad fact I did glean.
That's when John's life was sacrificed, the record's crystal clear
But 4pm in Beersheba, is midnight over here. 

So as John's gallant spirit rose to cross the great divide,
Were lightning bolts back home, a signal from the other side?
Is that why Billy bolted and went racing as in pain?
Because he'd never feel his master on his back again? 

Was it coincidental? same time, same day, same date?
Some proof of numerology, or just a quirk of fate?
I think it's more than that you know, as I've heard wiser men,
Acknowledge there are many things go beyond our ken

Where craggy peaks guard secrets 'neath dark skies torn asunder,
Where hoof-beats are companions to the rolling waves of thunder
Where lightning cracks like 303's and ricochets again,
Where howling moaning gusts of wind sound like dying men. 

Some Mountain cattlemen have sworn on lonely alpine track,
They've glimpsed a huge black stallion, Light Horseman on his back.
Yes Sceptics say, it's swirling clouds just forming apparitions
Oh no, my friend, you can't dismiss all this as superstition. 

The desert of Beersheba , or windswept Aussie range,
John Stuart rides on forever there. Now I don't find it strange.
Some gaze upon this photo, and they often question me
I tell them a small white lie, and say he's family.

'You must be proud of him.' they say. I tell them, one and all,
That's why he takes the pride of place, my Anzac on the Wall.

By Jim Brown


Sunday, March 2, 2014

Your Voice - My Voice

My Blogger friend Shelley from Texas made a recording of her voice..
Its marvelous and I enjoyed hearing her speak, so much, that I made a recording in return.

I read your words, I see your pictures, but I have never met you or heard your voice, accept for one lady. So, if you want to hear me:  HEAR MY VOICE
And... why don't you record your voice for me in return?
Lets give each other a joyful surprise.

The Subject is, What makes you laugh in your part of the world?
I can't wait to hear from you all.


Monday, December 16, 2013

On Eagles Wings..

How many of you are winding down from the year, and getting ready for Christmas?
It has been a busy 2013 for me and I feel weiry.
My body is slowing down and I am not able to run and work as I once did.
I look back and reminiscence and can't believe I just came through all those modules in Bible College. Gee it was hard work, there was so much to learn but I have loved it.
My Pastor asked me if I would return and complete the Diploma next year.
But the hardest part for me was sitting in a hard chair for hours on end.
My back hurt and made me feel ill. I wish I had done this course years earlier when my memory was sharper and I could balance the study and my work at home with ease..

I hate to do nothing next year, so I may do the Diploma part-time, I am still weighing it up in my mind.
Are you like me and just devour learning?  I thrive on it.
Now I must pray and ask God, "please show me what I am to do next?"
I am reminded of that verse....
"But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." Isaiah 40;31

Happy Christmas to all from The Land of Oz...
Lets look to God for our future.....and shine His Love on all.
                                                  Have a BLESSED CHRISTMAS.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Waiting

I am sure like me, you get tired of  WAITING..
There always seems something we have to WAIT for.

I know my Bible, but I was surprised about some of the WAITS people experienced there.
I am sure if I had been Abraham and Sarah, I would have been very sure the promise wasn't coming.

So if you have been praying for ages and haven't seen a result.
Don't give up and don't loose heart, because God is working it out.

Hebrews   11:13-16                                                                                                                               
 All these people were still living by faith when they died. 
They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance. 
And they admitted that they were aliens and strangers on earth.  
People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own.  
If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return.  
Instead, they were longing for a better country--a heavenly one. 
Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

JET SKI DANGERS

JET SKI or DEATH SKI

I have written about this on  ReadWave and consider it VERY important information to understand the repercussions of Jet Ski's. 

Going out for a bit of fun in the sun, is not always safe and can even end up horrific.
So CLICH HERE and read of my own personal experience with this as a Registered Nurse. 

I spent one day on a Brain Injury Unit with never a desire to return.


Wednesday, November 13, 2013

HEAVEN

Won't it be wonderful to go to Heaven.

That which is imperfect, will then be made whole.

We don't know the day or the hour, so we need to be ready.
That is, to keep our faith and not to loose it.

Revelation 21:4  
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

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 Revelation 22:1-5   
Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. 
The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.  
No longer will there be anything accursed, but the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him. 
They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. 
And night will be no more. 
They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever.


At four years of age, Akiane visited Heaven.
She was a home schooled child and her parents were NOT Christian.
So it was a surprise for her family to hear what she had to tell them.
At nine years old she painted this picture of JESUS...
                                            
                                                          PRINCE of PEACE.
 Isn't it amazing... she had to have Spiritual Help. 
And her parents are now Believers. 

http://www.akiane.com/home

Saturday, October 26, 2013

The Sydney Opera House. - Australian 2013 Bush Fires.

The Sydney Opera House is celebrating its fortieth Anniversary, so I am posting photos of it as shown in the Festival of Lights.
Since I grew up in New South Wales where Sydney is the capital city, I used to enjoy a nice Ferry boat ride on the harbour. The views are spectacular and just looking at these photos makes me want to go and see it again.
 




I am still working hard at Bible College. 
My memory is not as good as it could be so I am not finding the exams easy.
I guess I need to realise my age.

 And, the Bush Fires are still flourishing in New South Wales. They are not close to Sydney but hundreds of acres have perished and many homes with a few lives.

Our kangaroos are fast enough to escape danger.

But the koala's don't fare as well.

In case you don't know? Koala's get their fluid supply from the gum leaves, they have
to be extremely thirsty to drink like this little fellow.

To all of our brave Firies (fire fighters)....may God protect you.


Some overseas News reports say that the whole of Australia is on fire..
Not True.....  We are a big country and bigger than many people realise.