I've often thought about whether we've gotten the intent of this Commandment wrong.
Perhaps it means that we don't call ourselves Christian (Hebrew, Israelite) and then refuse to act like Jesus' sibling (YHWH's child).
Tonight I re-read a well-circulated email and one of the quotes made me wonder about both our traditional interpretation (don't say the GD idiom) and my spin (avoid hypocrisy).
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." --Billy Age 4.
Both interpretations work with this one: How do we say His name? Can people tell we love him without our ever explicitly saying so, just by the way we say "LORD" or "God" or "Jesus"? Is His name safe in our mouths?
Hmmmm!
Psalm 3
Do you have any enemies?
No, not people who simply dislike you. We all have those. Personalities, likes, dislikes, food, music, many things cause people to have differences that cause them to pick one or ignore another.
I mean enemies. People who desire your destruction!
I don't. I can't name any, in any event.
On that score, I cannot really empathize with David. Entire nations opposed him. Personally--emotionaly, socialy, physicaly! They conspired to kill him.
In light of this psalm, I am thankful. Thankful to God that I do not have enemies.
No, not people who simply dislike you. We all have those. Personalities, likes, dislikes, food, music, many things cause people to have differences that cause them to pick one or ignore another.
I mean enemies. People who desire your destruction!
I don't. I can't name any, in any event.
On that score, I cannot really empathize with David. Entire nations opposed him. Personally--emotionaly, socialy, physicaly! They conspired to kill him.
In light of this psalm, I am thankful. Thankful to God that I do not have enemies.
Borrowed words
Sometimes the best thing we can say isn't original:
from the pens of Kipley Pete and Bart Millard [MercyMe]
I'm finding myself at a loss for words
and the funny thing is, it's okay.
The last thing I need is to be heard,
but to hear what you would say.
Word of God, speak! Would you pour down like rain
washing my eyes to see your majesty,
to be still and know that you're in this place.
Please, let me stay, and rest, in your holiness.
Word of God, speak!
I'm finding myself in the midst of you
beyond the music, beyond the noise.
All that I needed was to be with you
in the quiet, to hear your voice.
Word of God, speak! Would you pour down like rain
washing my eyes to see your majesty,
to be still and know that you're in this place.
Please, let me stay, and rest, in your holiness.
Word of God, speak!
Word of God, speak! Would you pour down like rain
washing my eyes to see your majesty,
to be still and know that you're in this place.
Please, let me stay, and rest, in your holiness.
Word of God, speak!
I'm finding myself at a loss for words
and the funny thing is, it's okay....
from the pens of Kipley Pete and Bart Millard [MercyMe]
I'm finding myself at a loss for words
and the funny thing is, it's okay.
The last thing I need is to be heard,
but to hear what you would say.
Word of God, speak! Would you pour down like rain
washing my eyes to see your majesty,
to be still and know that you're in this place.
Please, let me stay, and rest, in your holiness.
Word of God, speak!
I'm finding myself in the midst of you
beyond the music, beyond the noise.
All that I needed was to be with you
in the quiet, to hear your voice.
Word of God, speak! Would you pour down like rain
washing my eyes to see your majesty,
to be still and know that you're in this place.
Please, let me stay, and rest, in your holiness.
Word of God, speak!
Word of God, speak! Would you pour down like rain
washing my eyes to see your majesty,
to be still and know that you're in this place.
Please, let me stay, and rest, in your holiness.
Word of God, speak!
I'm finding myself at a loss for words
and the funny thing is, it's okay....
Psalm 2
Grumble. Rumble. Roar! 'til
"Freedom!" we sing.
Laughter
Invades liberty's licentious melody,
Insists justice's inescapability,
Implies royal ascendancy.
Bent knee or broken leg,
All will bow.
Volunteer or conscript?
Greater joy for one--embarassing capitulation for the other.
Oh to be the one and not the other!
"Freedom!" we sing.
Laughter
Invades liberty's licentious melody,
Insists justice's inescapability,
Implies royal ascendancy.
Bent knee or broken leg,
All will bow.
Volunteer or conscript?
Greater joy for one--embarassing capitulation for the other.
Oh to be the one and not the other!
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