October 2007


Jeremiah’s Christmas

Jer. 50:6

 

His cheeks are wet; a hot tear flows;

A grief quite real on an old seer’s face.

As crashing hordes dash to and fro.

“My people have forgotten their resting place.”

 

We celebrate the Lord of rest

With weary flesh, in this hectic race.

The prophet calls. Our brash world jests.

“My people have forgotten their resting place.”

 

The flashing lights; the blaring horns;

The shopping carts; hide our Lord’s sweet face.

We search for gold among life’s trash

“My people have forgotten their resting place.”

 

He came to bring a Sabbath rest.

He offers us a refreshing grace.

Unheeding all, we rush around.

“My people have forgotten their resting place.”

 

Come unto me you weary ones.

Who requires of you this frantic pace?

By quiet streams; in pastures green;

Find the Prince of Peace; find Your Resting place.

 

 

 

Jonas J. Borntreger

Christmas 2003

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TEXT:
Matthew 6:5-24

 

 

 

PRAYER

 

The first three words of the text are “When you pray.” Jesus didn’t say ‘if,’ he said ‘when.’ Living people breathe, Christian people pray. (more…)


Today I am remembering a dream I had some years ago. At that time, the town where I lived had some city offices in a non-descript building downtown. Fronting the offices there was a long narrow hall that led to two small jail cells in the back of the building. In my dream, I saw myself cowering in the corner of the rearmost cell. In the cell next to me, there was an enormous male lion.

 

As I surveyed my situation I became aware that the lion’s cell was not only locked but also chained and padlocked. My cell, on the other hand, was unlocked with the door standing several inches ajar. “I’ll just get up and leave,” I thought. However, as I started to move toward the gate, the lion made a most ferocious growl and I quickly slunk back into my corner. “This is ridiculous,” I said, “I am going to leave.” But each time, as I moved from my corner the ruckus next door had me soon changing my mind. This contest went on for the rest of my dream.

 

What is keeping you in your corner? A roar can’t hurt you and the door is open. Jesus said he came “to proclaim freedom for the prisoners.” (Luke 4:18) In God’s economy, we are the dominant species. It is we who should be roaring and forcing Satan to cower in his corner, not the other way around. In my dream, I had no one to ‘proclaim my freedom.’ I wish I had. Maybe this short re-telling of my dream can encourage you to realize yours. God bless you.

 

The wicked man flees though no one pursues, but the righteous are as bold as a lion. Prov. 28:1

 

Jonas J. Borntreger

© Oct 2007 JJB

 

In the wilderness of Judea somewhere south of Jerusalem; among the hills, trees, and rocks; God himself, is walking along some obscure path through the forest. Here a twig is snapped from a sapling; there, a rock is overturned, exposing fresh soil; up ahead, the course of the almighty has ventured frequently enough to form some kind of a deer track through the leaves.

 

Somewhere behind comes Little David. He is running – and panting. “You are pursuing God,” he counsels himself; “look sharp; don’t miss any of the signs; stay alert; don’t succumb to your weariness; all that you desire is ahead of you; make sure that you stay on his track.”

 

Teach me thy paths;

Thy paths, O Lord.

 

Jonas J. Borntreger

2/24/2007

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You should not be surprised at my saying, you must be born again. John 3:7 NIV

 

As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed in a mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the maker of all things. Ecc. 11:5 NIV

 

I keep being concerned about creatures walking around among us who are unable to give a personal testimony of the day and the hour, and of the events of their birth. (more…)

TEXT: Matthew 5:38-6:4

AN EYE FOR AN EYE

Bob, my son-in-law, calls it “the theory of escalation.” Sometimes my children play rough and as each tries to outdo the other, the games just keep getting rougher and rougher. (more…)

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