HUMBLE RABBI, HEAVENLY KING

 

When the last day is run, and the Emperor of the Universe rides His horse through the heavens, and the angels trumpet, and the apocalyptic horses ride the skies, we will know the Majesty of the All-Knowing, the God, the Messiah.

Yet, this will never be taken away from us. Where now there is a majestic horse, once there was a humble donkey. Probably grazing somewhere on a heavenly pasture as we speak.

Where in the heavenly now there is a King glorious with crown and scepter and sapphire and honour, we had the honour to walk with a humble Rabbi Who sweated, and got tired, and sat and broke bread with us.

Where now there are angels bowing to the glory, and the light swirling around, and ten thousand ten thousand voices singling praise, once we had the joy of listening to a quiet Virgin from Nazareth sing a lullaby to the newly-born One, the culmination of the glorious Promise to our peoples.

Where now there is no sickness, death, sorrows nor tears; once we had the solace of Jesus bending to our sorrowful faces, and comforting us in our difficulties.

Though all will be perfect in Heaven, I have the great joy of knowing; once, I had the inestimable honour to prove to the Lord of Lords that I truly loved Him, by taking up my daily cross, kissing it, and following Him.

Don't wish away your days. Spend them in endless praise.

Humble Rabbi, Heavenly King

When final stars grow pale with light,
And Heaven parts before our sight;
The Emperor of all the skies,
Shall through eternal splendour rise.

Upon His steed in majesty,
He rides through vast infinity;
The angel trumpets loud shall ring,
While all creation hails its King.

The apocalyptic horses flame,
The heavens thunder with His Name;
The earth shall tremble far and wide,
Before the Lamb once crucified.

Then all shall know the Lord Most High,
Whose wisdom none can e’er deny;
The God, Messiah, crowned above,
The endless King of truth and love.

Yet this great glory will not hide,
The humble path He walked beside;
For where the royal horse shall be,
A little donkey carried happily.

Perhaps in Heaven’s meadow fair,
Gentle donkey still wanders there;
The creature lowly, meek, and small,
Who bore the Lord and King of all.

Where now Christ reigns with crown and flame,
And sapphire light adorns His Name;
We once beheld with mortal eye,
A weary Rabbi passing by.

He walked the roads through dust and heat,
With aching brow and sandalled Feet;
He paused beside the weak and poor,
And entered through the humble door.

He broke the bread with kindly Hands,
And spoke of everlasting lands;
The King Whom countless hosts adore,
Once sat beside the sick and poor.

Where now the angels bend the knee,
Before His endless Majesty;
While myriad voices rise above,
Great oceans filled with holy love.

Once in a quiet village mild,
A Virgin rocked the Holy Child;
And softly through the candle glow.
She sang where sleeping lambs lay low.

The Promise spoken long ago,
The Hope whom all the prophets know;
Lay cradled small in manger stall,
The Lord and Maker of us all.

Where now no grief nor tears remain,
No death, no sorrow, fear, or pain;
We once had Christ beside our tears,
To calm our trembling hearts and fears.

He bent toward each burdened face,
With tenderness and healing grace;
He knew the wounds that mortals bear,
And carried all with patient care.

Though Heaven’s joy shall perfect be,
One thought shall still belong to me:
That once upon this earthly sod,
I walked by faith beside my God.

I had the honour, strange and deep,
My daily cross through love to keep;
To lift it up through joy and loss,
And kiss the wood of suffering’s cross.

To prove unto the King above,
The truth and steadfastness of love;
For not by word alone is shown.
The faith by which the saints are known.

So do not cast your days away,
Nor curse the burden of your day;
These fleeting hours are golden praise,
The sacred path of earthly days.

For Heaven’s glory shall not dim,
The humble road that leads to Him;
And endless ages shall not erase,
The beauty of His saving grace.

Spend all your days in thankful praise,
And walk with Christ through all your days;
For once, before the throne above,
We had the chance to suffer love.

Inspired by Matthew 14:4 and Mark 13:26

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DEMANDS OF THE GOSPEL

 

Mariam witnessed perennial debate regarding separation of church and state, the philosophical and jurisprudential concept for defining distance in the relationship between religious organizations and the state. 

Mariam told the Rabbi, "An elderly nun-nurse told me many years ago, that it is often said that religion should not meddle with politics. Yet oftentimes, the sister noted, it is politics that crosses over into the realm of morality in religion. Then social justice necessitates that witness must be given by the church, in order to meet the demands of the gospel."

Rabbi Jesus answered Marian, "Nary a truer word has been spoken in non-jest."

Put Up Thy Sword

There is no war that justice can defend,
No blade that heals, no fire that makes amend.
For Christ, upon the cross in sorrow cried,
Yet forgave those who pierced His Hands and Side.

No call He gave to Heaven’s vast array,
Though legions stood, awaiting but His Say.
More than twelve hosts of angels, strong and bright,
Held back their power, restrained by Love, not might.

To Peter then, His voice was clear and sure:
“Put up thy sword; this is not heaven’s cure.”
Not steel nor wrath, nor vengeance stained in red,
But mercy’s path is where His Feet have led.

The Father could have torn the skies apart,
Sent forth His Might with thunder from His Heart.
Yet silence reigned where fury might have dinned,
For Love stood firm where war has always sinned.

What justice lies in limbs by fire undone?
In blinded eyes that never see the sun?
When children fall and innocence is slain,
Can any cause make holy such deep pain?

No! Christ still weeps where bombs and hatred fall,
His gentle voice still pleads above it all.
“This is not justice - hear the wounded cry,
For every soul destroyed, a part of Me must die.”

The law was given: “Thou shalt never kill,”
A sacred truth, unbent by human will.
No throne of state, no banner raised on high
Can cleanse the blood that stains beneath the sky.

Though Augustine sought rules for war’s domain,
Christ’s words still echo, simple, clear, and plain:
Lay down the sword, let violence depart -
For God desires a clean and merciful heart.

For one day we shall stand before His Throne,
With nothing hidden, every deed made known.
Those who fell by unjust hand may rise
As silent witnesses before His Eyes.

Shall blood then drip from hands we cannot hide,
As voices cry from earth where they have died?
Or shall we meet Him bathed in mercy’s light,
With souls made gentle, choosing what is right?

Christ did not conquer through the spear or flame,
But bore our wounds and suffered all our shame.
No violence marked the victory He won
With Love that rose, and cared for everyone.

So let us walk the path our Saviour trod,
With reverent hearts that honour life and God.
No war is just where love is cast aside - 
Put up thy sword, let Christ in us abide.

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MENTAL HEALTH

 

Mariam was criticized by an acquaintance for not maintaining a relationship which had gone sour. 

Mariam had continued to reached out for many years, to meet constant rebuffs and hurtful comments. Now in her mature years, she loved the person, prayed for them, but no longer reached out as before.

Rabbi Jesus soberly told her, "You stopped inviting the hurt."

Sometimes for the sake of your mental health, you need to stop the toxic cycle. You do not need to stop the prayers.

TRUST IN GOD

 

Mariam felt broken at the extent of need she saw around her.

Rabbi Jesus told her, "Be at peace. You cannot fix everything and everyone - but I can."

Listen to God's guidance. Trust in Him. Do what you can, and leave the rest in the Hands of the Almighty. 

Justice and healing will come in one form or another. 

The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding well.

REALITY

 

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A report failed to comprehend actuality of the heavy amount of workload carried by workers. Concerned, Mariam approached the Rabbi.

Rabbi Jesus told her, "The picture being presented is different to the reality on the ground."

Lack of understanding regarding, or diminishment of, overwork may prove impetus to workers to work harder to ensure food and shelter for their dependents. As coping mechanism, this may work for a while. 

However, the coping strategy may founder later, as workers become affected. They may progressively become physically and emotionally unable to continue to bear the burden of sustained overwork.

It is prudent not to overburden staff in pursuit of short-term goals at the expense of long-term perspectives.

PROJECTION

 

A peer made a disastrous decision, and chose to project the blame onto Mariam when unpleasant consequences resulted. Thereafter, the individual looked at Mariam with malice. Nonplussed, Mariam turned to the Rabbi.

Rabbi Jesus told her, "It is easier to dislike someone else than to look within and realize you hitched your wagon to the wrong star."

Be careful not to project inadequacies upon another rather than face your turmoil within.

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DISCERNMENT

 

Mariam knew something to the detriment of another, which would have devastated the lives of younger members of his family if known. 

Mariam fretted, and asked the Rabbi, "Should I say something?"

Rabbi Jesus responded gently, "Sometimes too much honesty is a brutal thing."

The following is discernment: 

To choose well what to say, as well as when and how to say it. To maintain full transparency as well as heal relationships, without capsizing the familial and societal boat of another.

Let us be honest. Let us also temper honesty with godly mildness, and forebear to destroy others' lives by needless exposure.

In other words, be kind with the Christ-like kindness of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.