God’s Joy Unspeakable Silences Bullies

God’s joy unspeakable silences bullies

And leaves them with nothing to say,

For, lifting our sadness, it gives us fresh strength

Through Jesus, God’s Word to obey.

 

This gift of God’s grace comes from knowing

We’re forgiven for all of our sins,

Because Jesus died to save us from our pride.

Everyone who believes in Him wins!

 

His blood is enough to atone for our crimes.

To their scourges we need not fall prey.

When we know God is for us, then we cannot lose.

No bully can stand in our way.

 

Goliaths will shrink when we focus on Christ,

Receiving His garment of praise.

His overblown insults will dwindle to zilch

When our hands up to heaven we raise.

 

The giant’s a pipsqueak compared to our LORD,

So let him be small in our eyes.

We’ll pop his balloon by exalting the name

That whittles the bum down to size.

 

Blind rage feeds a bully and makes us his slave

If to its desires we yield.

To magnify problems makes mountains of them,

But Jesus is our hope and shield,

 

Because in His shelter there’s freedom from fear,

So under His shadow let’s hide,

Drawing near to our Savior while scorning the doubt.

Joy unspeakable shall be our guide.

 

Resisting self-pity, depression and hate,

Let’s declare that in Jesus we’re free.

Though tears fall like rain, we can choose to proclaim

“There is no condemnation for me!”

 

As we keep on declaring the greatness of God,

Hurt feelings will be forced to flee.

For when joy unspeakable enters our hearts

We’ll know that in Christ we are free.

 

 

 

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Attempted Pay-off

“Forgive the intrusion,” said Ahab,

“But you have a plot that I love.

Your vineyard is fragrant and fertile,

With grapes that drip dew from above.

 

“Yet your workers are poor. They lack money

To pay taxes and cover their rent.

Your wife can’t afford bright apparel,

Because all your money’s been spent.

 

“Allow me to pose a solution

To rectify your many ills:

The finest of healthcare a la Jezebel,

Who cooks up the strongest of pills.

 

“Her potions can kill any virus.

I should know. I have sampled a few.

She stirs up a mighty rank cauldron.

Have you ever stewed in her brew?

 

“Why look you so hesitant, Naboth?

Why do your eyes shine with alarm?

Your people are ripe for a transplant.

Let me hire them to work on my farm.

 

“The silver and gold are in my hands,

I own cattle on hundreds of hills –

The ones that survived that long famine we had.

To think of that dearth gives me chills.

 

“I hope you don’t blame it on me, though.

I just did what I must to survive.

My wife’s a great queen. She deserves it.

Her heart is to see us all thrive.

 

“Bitter herbs are the answer, she tells me,

All her doctors agree. It’s the rage!

Bread and wine aren’t enough. We need healthier stuff.

Our menu requires a new page.

 

“To that end I beg you, dear Naboth,

In lieu of such spiritual fruit

As love, peace and joy (which may tend to annoy),

More practical produce to toot.

 

“Allow me to purchase your vineyard

And replace it with down-to-earth food,

Like envy and anger that grows like a weed

And puts you in one rotten mood.

 

“I’m just looking out for your welfare.

Your vineyard I’ll gladly replace

With a substitute crop based on following law.

Forget all this teaching on grace.”

 

But the man told him no, he would not compromise.

So, Jezebel continued the chase…

 

Can you relate to Naboth? Does some bully want your good stuff? Have you ever caved in and let them have what they wanted? If they got it, was it ever be enough?

 

 

 

God’s Vineyard: Don’t Sell Out

 

To capture the vineyard he wanted,

Old Ahab knew he must be slick.

So the miser attempted a pay-off

By means of a slippery trick.

 

He smiled. “Forgive the intrusion,

But you have a plot that I love.

Moreover, your vineyard is fertile,

With grapes that drip dew from above.

 

“However, your workers lack money

To pay taxes and cover their rent.

Consequently, your wife can’t buy new clothes,

Because all your money’s been spent.

 

“Therefore, let me propose a solution

Which will, strangely enough, cure those ills:

The finest of healthcare a la Jezebel,

Who cooks up the strongest of pills.

 

“Her potions can kill any virus.

I should know. I have sampled a few.

At any rate, she stirs the cauldron.

Won’t you help me finance her brew?

 

“We can do it by having you sell me

Your vineyard for a vegetable farm

Because it is ripe for a transplant.

But why do your eyes shine with alarm?

 

“The silver and gold are in my hands,

I own cattle on hundreds of hills –

The ones that survived that long famine we had.

To think of that dearth gives me chills.

 

“I hope you don’t blame it on me, though,

For I did what I must to survive.

Plus, my wife is the queen. She deserves it.

Her heart is to see us all thrive.

 

“Bitter herbs are the answer, she tells me,

All her doctors agree. It’s the rage!

Bread and wine aren’t enough. We need healthier stuff.

Our menu requires a new page.

 

“To that end I beg you, dear Naboth,

In lieu of such spiritual fruit

As love, peace and joy (which may tend to annoy),

More practical produce to toot.

 

“Even so, let me purchase your vineyard

And replace it with down-to-earth food,

Like envy and anger that grows like a weed

And puts you in one rotten mood.

 

“I’m just looking out for your welfare.

Your vineyard I’ll gladly replace

With a substitute crop based on following law.

Forget all this teaching on grace.”

 

But the man told him no, he would not compromise.

So, Jezebel continued the chase…

 

Can you relate to Naboth? Does some bully want your good stuff? Have you ever caved in and let them have what they wanted? If they got it, was it ever enough?

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The First Ever Techno-whiz

“So then, Noah, you’re so slow-ah. Take that!”

The boy who aimed the spear brushed back a curl from his rugged tanned face. He was two times taller than Noah and five times as muscular. The star athlete of the school crunched boulders for fun, and his aim was nearly perfect – 99.9 percent of the time he got a bull’s eye. He wasn’t known for having a bad day. Certainly, this day would prove to be no exception.

The burly fellows in his gang jeered. The weapon was sure to hit its target. No way could the puny kid duck it in time. It was sure, it was quick, it was – what?

With an unexpected whoosh, the spear was deflected. Noah’s brown eyes sparkled with delight to see it fly over his head. Instead of hitting him, it zoomed toward the magnet he had hidden high in the tree behind him, just beneath the bird house.

“Noah, slow-ah? I don’t think so.” When it came to outwitting bullies, Noah knew a trick or two. He didn’t have to strain his brain to invent new ways to deflect weapons. The way to make a magnet just sort of came to him.

As he watched the bullies run away in fright, he realized his inspiration had come from a higher power. He knew that it was God. God had given him ideas he could never have come up with on his own. He knew how to bend wood, how to cut it, and how to fit the pieces together to make a giant floating ark. I’m sure he knew how to make nails. He even had a reputation for knowing how to speak to animals. Such powers were beyond human. They were supernatural.

The desperate times in which Noah found himself called for super powers. Just like in today’s world, where hate has a way of spreading all across the internet, so it was in Noah’s time. Violence was a huge problem, and back then they didn’t even have TV! Fallen men with giant’s blood had spread their savagery everywhere. Survival of the fittest seemed to be the rule of thumb. Giants were the ones who were considered the heroes, but God used an ordinary carpenter like Noah to turn that idea on its head.

Noah probably didn’t look much like a hero, but he acted like one. He was probably like the geek that all the bullies made fun of, but I’m sure nobody could swing a hammer like he could – not even the mythological god Thor.

God showed Noah how to use simple tools to save himself and others from harm. Building the ark is the one we all know about, but I believe that even as a boy the call was there. For his father Lamech said that Noah would be a comfort, and he sure was a comfort to his family. As for me, I think of our great ancestor as the first ever techno-whiz. What comic book inventor-hero can compare to him?