Jesus’ Humanity – Poem

Written by Thomas Nashed on . Posted in Food for the thought

Jesus’ “divinity never parted from his humanity, not for a single moment, nor a twinkling of an eye”. But this does NOT mean that his divinity eased the pain that Jesus felt during passion week. As a matter of fact, we see Jesus’ humanity, when he bleeds, when he falls, when he thirsted on the way to the mount, and when he was crucified, and especially when he asked his Father, why he had forsaken him. And yet, even though Jesus felt all this pain, he was still able to say “father, forgive them for they know not what they do”. So as we begin a new spiritual year, let us remember Jesus’ ability to forgive after being tortured to death, when we hold grudges against others for things that cannot even be compared to what we have done to our Lord.

I was standing in prayer on that cold windy night

When Judas kissed me & said this is Jesus the Nazarite

They dragged me from place to place

While punching me and spitting on my face

Oh Father, why do you put me through this disgrace.

I was delivered to Pilate in an open court

I was seeking but I didn’t find any support

Even after I healed their sick & raised those who died

not many were there to stand by my side

I told them I was your son, they yelled blaspheme

they told me lie, but I couldn’t agree

So they said CRUCIFY HIM, and set the murderer free

After all I’ve done for them, yet they forget

I only came to forgive their sins, and pay their debt

Indeed, it is quite sad, how quickly they forget

For it was those people whom I came to save (the jews)

Who were same people sending me to my grave

They led me away, and put a crown of thorns on my head

they dug it deep into my skull, until my face was covered with red

They twisted and hammered it down till I could not abstain

From screaming out in excruciating pain

They dressed me in a purple scarlet robe, and gave me a rod

Only to mock me saying: So this is Son of God?

They spat on me & and beat me till you could count all my bones

Then left me in a dungeon far away where no one could hear my painful moans

The next morning my human body was tired & hurt

But it continued as they dragged me along the rugged dirt

I was sent then to be tortured with 39 lashes of a 3-pronged whip

Over and over again with barbs of steel on my back till it’d rip

And when my back was completely torn, they turned me around

And bound me to the ground, then continued to pound

I looked around and I saw some people crying

Till finally the torture stopped when I was on the verge of dying

They led me outside, where I’d carry my own cross

I couldn’t even carry it due to such extensive blood loss

The weight was more than most men could drag

But they didn’t care they just put it on my back

They made me drag it across the hot desert heat

In front of everyone’s taunting laughs on the street

Not even a drink of water, nor sandals on my blistered feet

I continually fell onto the hard jagged concrete

Only to have the cross come slamming on my head

& atop the rest of my body which was nothing else but bloody meat

Finally, I arrived to the mount of the skull

the wind picked up, and the colors of the sky became dull

I looked around and my friends still had not come

Perhaps, to them, this was just a little too gruesome

Only a few of the many & my mother came to my side

At least someone would be there for me when I died

They laid me upon the cross & wrote king of the Jews

Instead of tying me up like others, they decided to hang me by nails

So they dislocated my shoulders, but my throat was to dry to scream

That way I’d also suffocate when lifted on the wooden beam

They pounded stakes into my hands, and I couldn’t help but stare

Oh, the pain was much more than I or any man could bear

Then they lifted the cross up high for everyone to see

The few that came for me, came crying at my knee

But where were the rest … the ones I came to save?

They were at home locked up & scared, even after I forgave?

I was left hanging for hours by only nails in my hands

This position made me suffocate, and no one seemed to understand

They told me to save myself, when in fact I was saving them from Satan’s hand

As my time came near

I felt the earth tremble & saw the sun disappear

I saw all the peoples faces filled with fear

Then finally the earthquake hit

Which made the temple split

It collapsed just like I had said

And then finally I appeared to be dead.

-Thomas Nashed

Our Provider

Written by Administrator on . Posted in Food for the thought

Our Lord Jesus Christ is a generous and loving Father, always giving us more than we need.  As He is perfect in His love and perfect in His knowledge of His children, He knows our hearts desires and always provides for

Although it may seem at times that God does not listen to us and that we are continuously asking for things which we do not receive, if we listen carefully we will find that at those times when it really counts and when it is according to His all wise and all knowing will, our needs and desires are satisfied.

The most logical and appropriate gift for someone who is hungry is food and for someone who is thirsty, to drink,  What of the rest of us?  What do we need?  In our lives we have many needs, as we go through difficult times, tribulations and troubles we need support, we need comfort and above all we need peace.  Out of His love for us, our Lord chose a dedicated group of servants with whom He entrusted the blessed words of His gospel and the message of His everlasting kingdom that they, through their ministry may pass it down from generation to generation, so that we, His children and their heirs should receive this message.

The disciples had a long road ahead of them, they were faced with persecution, animosity and at the end of their lives most of them even faced death and for this reason, our Lord gave them exactly what they would need.  In the gospel of Saint John, out of all the things our Lord could have given them, both material and spiritual, He gave them the one thing that could not come from any other source. The words of our Lord our comforting “peace I leave with you, it is my own peace that I give you, I do not give it as the world does.”

Peace is a wonderful gift, and true peace only comes from God.  In these days of turmoil, there are many who have lost their peace and there are many who feel a variety of emotions, sorrow, anger and even the  need for revenge. These feelings are not from God for they are not of God.  That which comes from God is comforting, and it is the source of our support and strength in the face of the greatest tragedy or persecution.  We have been given peace for our lives in this world and we have been given the saving blood of our Lord Jesus Christ for our lives in the world to come.  Let us therefore make use of this, peace, let us live within peace.  The peace which lives in us and in which we live will shine through us and will be moved to many others.  The longest journey starts with a single step, the highest mountain starts with the smallest grain of sand and the peace of our world which we live in today will start with each and every one of us.

Satan’s convention

Written by Administrator on . Posted in Food for the thought

clockSatan called a worldwide convention.

In his opening address to his evil angels, he said, “We can’t keep the Christians from going to church. We can’t keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the truth. We can’t even keep them from forming an intimate, abiding relationship experience in Christ. If they gain that connection with Jesus, our power over them is broken.

So let them go to their churches; let them have their conservative lifestyles, but steal their time, so they can’t gain that relationship with Jesus Christ.

This is what I want you to do, angels. Distract them from gaining hold of their Savior and maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!”

How shall we do this?” shouted his angels. “Keep them busy in the non essentials of life and invent innumerable schemes to occupy their minds,” he answered.

“Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and borrow, borrow,borrow. Persuade the wives to go to work for long hours and the husbands to work 6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they can afford their empty lifestyles. Keep them from spending time with their children.

As their family fragments, soon, their home will offer no escape from the pressures of work!” Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small voice.

Entice them to play the radio or cassette player whenever they drive. To keep the TV, VCR, CDs and see to it that every store and restaurant in the world their minds and break that union with Christ.” their PCs going constantly in their home and plays non-biblical music constantly. This will jam

“Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers. Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day. Invade their driving moments with billboards. Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogs, sweepstakes, and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering free products, services and false hopes.

Keep skinny, beautiful models on the magazines so the husbands will believe that external beauty is what’s important, and they’ll become dissatisfied with their wives.

Ha! That will fragment those families quickly!” “Even in their recreation, let them be excessive. Have them return from their recreation exhausted, disquieted and unprepared for the coming week. Don’t let them go out in nature to reflect on God’s wonders. Send them to amusement parks, sporting events, concerts and movies instead.

Keep them busy, busy, busy! And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences and unsettled emotions. “Go ahead, let them be involved in soul winning; but crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek power from Jesus.

Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of the cause.

It will work! It will work!” It was quite a convention.

The evil angels went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere to get more busy and more rushed, going here and there.

I guess the question is: Has the devil been successful at his scheme? You be the judge! Does “busy” mean:



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