As I sit here, having another "green" morning (my self-wit for nausea) I have found myself watching the movie "Braveheart" with Mel Gibson. Now I am not particularly fond of Mel Gibson as I know him to be anti-Semitic. OK let's not bandy words here, I seriously dislike him. His one redeeming feature, his one act of repentance was the movie Mel created called "Passion of the Christ." But I digress...
Something came to mind as I was sitting and watching this movie. The first is that we as human beings often seem to remember the good times just as we often unconsciously forget the rough times in our lives. Of course we can remember the big life events, whether they be positive or negative. It is the small, the day-to-day negative events that we forget. It's human nature to do this, after all we are all sinners (see Romans 3:10-11). I have come to the realization that every time we forget the bad and only recollect the good then we are in truth stepping away the "perfect" life that Mashiach (Messiah) lived. Are we not to be Christ-like in all that we do?
Now I know that some naysayers would argue that I am being to "Steve", to philosophical about this subject. Let me defend myself by stating that I do not refer to lost battles or even the loss of a loved one. I am not referring to those poor soldiers who come home with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This need to remember the bad times must include those little things in our lives. For example, this movie I keep referring to, "Braveheart", I am not thinking of the main movie characters and their loss. Rather, I cannot help thinking about those family members who have lost their loved ones. How will they survive without their husbands and sons? How will they go on?
It's the bad times that makes the good times so special.
For example, this weekend I am taking my daughter to a Daddy-Daughter Dance, our fifth year. For me it is the past 19 months of digestive-illness that will make this weekend so wonderful. And I cannot even dance!
Precious Father, I know I have been absent over the past year and a half, dwelling in my infirmities. Yet I KNOW that you have been with me. I know that you will never give me more then I can bare. Adonai, I pray that I can keep my family's faith pure and true. Lord, I pray that you be with the following: Cliff, Tom, Dana, KM & CM and their families. Father, I pray you be with my nephew and niece Jeremy and Ann as they continue to serve in the military in both the United Sates and in Afghanistan. Please be with my family, with all of my loved ones. I pray you touch the hearts of all my Lost family members. Open their hearts to the truth of Mashiach. This I pray in the name of our Risen King Yeshua ha Mashiach. Amen.
Something came to mind as I was sitting and watching this movie. The first is that we as human beings often seem to remember the good times just as we often unconsciously forget the rough times in our lives. Of course we can remember the big life events, whether they be positive or negative. It is the small, the day-to-day negative events that we forget. It's human nature to do this, after all we are all sinners (see Romans 3:10-11). I have come to the realization that every time we forget the bad and only recollect the good then we are in truth stepping away the "perfect" life that Mashiach (Messiah) lived. Are we not to be Christ-like in all that we do?
Now I know that some naysayers would argue that I am being to "Steve", to philosophical about this subject. Let me defend myself by stating that I do not refer to lost battles or even the loss of a loved one. I am not referring to those poor soldiers who come home with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This need to remember the bad times must include those little things in our lives. For example, this movie I keep referring to, "Braveheart", I am not thinking of the main movie characters and their loss. Rather, I cannot help thinking about those family members who have lost their loved ones. How will they survive without their husbands and sons? How will they go on?
It's the bad times that makes the good times so special.
For example, this weekend I am taking my daughter to a Daddy-Daughter Dance, our fifth year. For me it is the past 19 months of digestive-illness that will make this weekend so wonderful. And I cannot even dance!
Precious Father, I know I have been absent over the past year and a half, dwelling in my infirmities. Yet I KNOW that you have been with me. I know that you will never give me more then I can bare. Adonai, I pray that I can keep my family's faith pure and true. Lord, I pray that you be with the following: Cliff, Tom, Dana, KM & CM and their families. Father, I pray you be with my nephew and niece Jeremy and Ann as they continue to serve in the military in both the United Sates and in Afghanistan. Please be with my family, with all of my loved ones. I pray you touch the hearts of all my Lost family members. Open their hearts to the truth of Mashiach. This I pray in the name of our Risen King Yeshua ha Mashiach. Amen.
