Does the Lord Know Everything?

Hebrews 8:10-12
10 For this is the covenant that I will make with the house of Israel after those days, saith the Lord; I will put my laws into their mind, and write them in their hearts: and I will be to them a God, and they shall be to me a people:
11 And they shall not teach every man his neighbour, and every man his brother, saying, Know the Lord: for all shall know me, from the least to the greatest.
12 For I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more.

For those in His new covenant, the Lord remembers our sins and our iniquities no more.

The important questions are Whom do we know? Has His laws been written in our hearts? Are they in our minds? Are we in His new covenant?

Tragedy—Ovi Poetry Challenge

To walk on water take His hand.
Forget the beach, its shells and sand.
Forget wet water as you stand
on Love’s deep rush of joy.

Don’t worry if you can not swim.
Your love’s forever born of Him.
When words betray the world as grim,
you’re now its salt and light.

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Ronovan Hester offers the inspiration “tragedy” to be used in this week’s Ovi Poetry Challenge. Also posted on Poet’s Corner.

Matthew 5:13-14
Ye are the salt of the earth…Ye are the light of the world…

1 John 4:7-8
7 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
8 He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.

Atlantic Ocean sunrise

Bank—Six Sentence Story

Anticipating the eventual manifestation of his healing Sam began singing a happy song which he made up as he went along mainly repeating the words, “Hallelujah”, “Thank you, Jesus” and “I am healed” over and over and over again.

Sensing an opportunity to get a word in edgewise and expecting Sam to know the difference between the play money of an “eventual manifestation of healing” and an actual testimony one could take to the bank, the devil said, “You’re not.”

When Sam’s wife heard him suddenly stop singing, she asked, “Did the devil say you weren’t healed?”

“Yes.”

“That devil’s a doofus.”

HA ha ha ha—HA ha ha—HA ha ha ha—HA ha ha—which offended their high maintenance devil so much that it threatened to leave and when it finally did even the bankers recognized Sam’s testimony as golden.

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Denise offers the prompt word “bank” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Family—Ovi Poetry Challenge



Begone dark spirits everywhere
that seed offense to grow despair.
No power worth the having’s there
since Love flows not through it.

And may bright blessings fall on you,
your loved ones, your whole family, too.
May living waters rush on through
to everyone you meet.

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Ronovan Hester offers “family” as inspiration for this week’s Ovi Poetry Challenge. Also posted on Poet’s Corner.

Remote—Six Sentence Story

While on vacation Willard and Matilda visited a notorious, but remote, congregation their pastor warned held services “too indecent for decent worship” so they could report back a few good words of condemnation against them.

With the service having gone on for hours and with no end in sight, Matilda told Willard, “Tell that girl behind us to stop giggling so much so I can hear the heresies the preacher is preaching.”

Willard said that for the past God knows how long the preacher hasn’t said anything worth noting but merely wandered up and down the rows of people touching some, here and there, who’d fall back laughing like idiots too dumb to stop.

“I have a mind to give him a piece of my mind before it’s too late,” Matilda said.

Willard wanted to say something, perhaps that it might already be too late, as Matilda, with eyes and mouth wide open, watched her husband giggle uncontrollably. Then, sensing the heavy ashes of mourning she didn’t know she was carrying transform into beautiful garments of praise, she herself began to laugh with tears flowing down her cheeks grateful that even she was loved enough to be anointed with the oil of gladness.

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Denise offers the prompt word “remote” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Isaiah 61: “…beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning…”