Sunday, February 17, 2019

HOW MUCH DOES GOD LOVE US?

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GOD’S UNFATHOMABLE LOVE   
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His
only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him
shall not perish, but have eternal life.” John 3:16 NASB

For God—
The Majestic Almighty, Omnipotent, King of Kings
Ancient of Days, Elohim, Adonai
my beloved Abba Father

so loved—
with the bigness of His gracious agape heart
a love unfathomable, unconditional
and abounding in mercy

the world—
the whole wide world and everyone in it
in Israel, Jordan, Iran, Russia, Nigeria, China
in Ireland and Italy, where my ancestors came from
in HochHausen, Germany, where loved ones reside
where we’ve been on vacation, Aruba and Bermuda
and all of us right here, in Wayne, New Jersey

that He gave His only begotten Son—
given to us, freely, our Father’s extraordinary gift of Yeshua/Jesus
His sinless Son, to save us from punishment we deserve
for sins we have committed

that whoever believes in Him—
so all we need do to receive this wondrous gift
is believe God’s trustworthy Word
believe that Jesus was born into the world
and that He is our promised Savior

shall not perish—
because of Jesus’ sacrifice upon Calvary’s Tree
and because His Most Precious Blood atoned for all our sins
death has been swallowed up in victory!

but have eternal life—
because of Jesus’ miraculous Resurrection from death
we live because He lives
and will dwell with Him
in the Kingdom of Heaven
to enjoy unimaginable splendors
forever…forevermore

Praise the Lord!


Maude Carolan Pych

Saturday, February 9, 2019

God is our Daddy...our Abba

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THE GOSPEL, BEFORE MY EYES

Israel Pilgrimage—1986

It happened so fast
so naturally
in Jerusalem's Cardo
while I was
in Israel
on pilgrimage
that I didn’t grasp
the profound significance
until afterward—

Double doors opened
A tall bearded man
wearing a yarmulke
entered at a leisurely pace

Moments later
the doors were pushed again
by a sobbing boy
no more than five or six
He ran in, wailing:

Abba…Abba!
Abba… Abba!

The father turned around
and swooped his child
into his arms

In an instant
the boy's tears
turned
to laughter

Maude Carolan

Sunday, February 3, 2019

LOVE Is On My Mind...

It's February, so LOVE is on my mind...

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I CAN'T MAKE YOU LOVE HIM

 
I can't make you love Him if you don't
can't strike a match
to cause your heart to blaze
at the mention of His Name
can't cause you to tremble
as I tremble
before His holiness
can't jumpstart love
from the outside in
It only happens from the inside out

No matter how much I love you

loving Him
is not something you can get from me
like a cup of mulled cider or a hug
not something you can inherit
like good genes, strong teeth or curly hair
not something I can demonstrate
like how to knead dough or rhyme couplets
nor is it something I can gift-wrap
tie with a crimson ribbon
and give you to make you happy

No, all I can do is tell the old, old story
about His beauty, as I perceive it
His mercy, as I've experienced it
His wonders and His love
All I can do is hope, pray
and wait

Truth will not impose
Truth waits to be sought
Answers wait for age-old questions
The Door waits for your knock

When He opens
you'll find He's been expecting you
already loving you

No, I can't make it easy, although it can be
I embarked on my quest; you'll embark on yours
No, I can't make you love Him if you don't
but should your quest lead you to His heart
I'll be waiting, like the One inside the Door
to dance in the glow of His grandeur with you

Maude Carolan

Sunday, January 27, 2019

At the Mount of Olives...

It's Holocaust Remembrance Day

I've flipped through my poems
and am led to share one today about the "apple of God's eye" 
from my 2006 Israel pilgrimage
which included a visit to the breathtaking Mount of Olives...

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THE WIND EXTINGUISHES OUR HAVDALAH CANDLE
AT THE MOUNT OF OLIVES

We gather to watch the sun go down
over the Mount of Olives—
The view, breathtaking in its splendor
O Jerusalem

The setting sun swathes
the Dome of the Rock
in an ebbing wash of burnished gold
as we huddle close together
It is cold. The wind whips us
this Saturday evening in November
as Sabbath closes in the Land

A blue and white Israeli flag
patterned after a prayer shawl
fades to a shadow
as it flaps heartily in the breeze

We sing Days of Elijah
Shalom, Shalom Jerusalem
The Shema

Rabbi Jonathan attempts to light
the Havdalah candle
but the wind is too gusty
and the flame keeps going out

He sounds the shofar over the city
prays the Aaronic Benediction
prays for the peace
of this turbulent city
named for peace

All the while
we are keenly mindful
that a day is coming
perhaps not very long from now
when Yeshua, our Messiah
will return to Earth—
            to this very place
                        Hallelujah—
                                    Hallelu-Yah!

Maude Carolan Pych

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Prepared for Pilgrimage

Recalling my pilgrimage to Israel
in 2006...

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THE VERY SOUND OF HEBREW

Israel Pilgrimage—2006

Israir Terminal JFK, October 2006

I wait to board—
full of anticipation
carry-on at my knee
guide-book in hand
heart already
in the land to which
we’re bound
pilgrim feet, still
hours away from stepping, at last
into the Land of the Book

Announcements emanate
from the sound system
in Hebrew

probably
arrivals, departures
boarding information
do not leave bags
unattended

perhaps
Aaron David Horowitz
there is a call for you
at the ticket counter

or maybe
Flight #743
is delayed
due to inclement weather

I do not know
the language                                  

All my pilgrim ears hear
is something ancient
and deep

baruchas—
the holy sound
of prayer

Maude Carolan Pych

Sunday, January 13, 2019

A Visitor at the Prayer Meeting...

Here's a poem from several years ago...


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I REMEMBER GEORGE

I remember George.
He came into our Catholic prayer group,
fresh out of Protestant Bible school,
like a walking, talking Bible,
concordance and commentary,
rolled into one.
This young, big, burly carpenter,
prayed and sang the loudest,
raised his hands the highest;
had as much fire in his spirit
as in his flaming hair.
He spoke in King James English,
and explained things to us,
like foreshadowings and grace
and expounded upon
the Tabernacle in the wilderness,
almost verbatim
from the Old Testament.
I’d never heard anyone
talk like that before,
so I asked George,
how long he’d been studying Scripture.
He told me, six years.
I read Scripture every day,
figured, in six years,
I’d quote the Bible, like George.

Six years came and went,
seven, eight, ten, more.
Still, I couldn’t
quote like George.
Once, in prayer,
I asked the Lord, why,
faithful to my reading
though I was,
why I still could not
quote Scripture like George.
Tender, loving words
seeped into me.
“It is for George
to know My Word,” He said,
“I called him to be a minister.
It is for you
to know my heart.”
Finally, I rested
in His loving peace,
knowing those tender words
were true.

Maude Carolan

Sunday, January 6, 2019

God Said, "I Am."

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I AM WHO I AM
Exodus 3:14

God said—
I Am

He was utterly
straightforward

Exists—

Is
Am

The most important
question
            answered
in the audible voice
of the Almighty
Himself

even without
the asking

Tell them, He told Moses

I Am
sent you

That He Is
Was
and Ever Shall Be—

is

the greatest
            manifestation
                        of our peace

Maude Carolan Pych