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Our Loving Father

by Max Lucado

When my oldest daughter, Jenna, was four years old, she came to me with a confession. “Daddy, I took a crayon and drew on the wall.” (Kids amaze me with their honesty.)

I sat down and lifted her up into my lap and tried to be wise. “Is that a good thing to do?” I asked her.

“No.”

“What does Daddy do when you write on the wall?”

“You spank me.”

“What do you think Daddy should do this time?”

“Love.”

Don’t we all want that? Don’t we all long for a father who, even though our mistakes are written all over the wall, will love us anyway?

We do have that type of a father. A father who is at his best when we are at our worst. A father whose grace is a strongest when our devotion is weakest.

Failures Are Not Fatal

Failures are Not Fatal by Max Lucado

“We must pay more careful attention…to what we have heard, so that we do not drift away.”
Hebrews 2:1 NIV

If you lose your faith, you will probably do so gradually. You will let a few days slip by without consulting your compass. Your sails will go untrimmed. Your rigging will go unprepared. And worst of all, you will forget to anchor your boat. And, before you know it, you’ll be bouncing from wave to wave in stormy seas.

And unless you anchor deep, you could go down. How do you anchor deep? Look at the verse again: “We must pay careful attention…to what we have heard…”

The most reliable anchor points are not recent discoveries, but are time-tested truths that have held their ground against the winds of change. Truths like:

My life is not futile.

My failures are not fatal.

My death is not final.

Attach your soul to these boulders and no wave is big enough to wash you under.

Sudah Selesai

Friday, April 2, 2010 at 10:13am

Raut muka Yesus melembut, dan sdh mulai siang ketika Dia berbicara u/terakhir kalinya. “Sudah selesai.. Yɑ Bapa, ke dɑlɑm tangan-Mu Kuserahkan nyawa-Ku” (Yoh 19: 30)

Saat Dia menghembuskan napas terakhir-Nya, bumi tiba-tiba berguncang. Sebuah batu menggelinding, dan seorang prajurit terjatuh. Kemudian, keheningan kembali setiba-tiba keheningan itu terpecah.

Dan kini, semuanya diam. Olokan terhenti. Tdk ɑdɑ lɑği yɑnğ bisɑ diolok.

Para prajurit sibuk dgn urusan membersihkan orang2 yɑnğ mati. 2 pria tlh dtg. Mrk berpakaian rapi & bermaksud baik, tubuh Yesus diserahkan kpd mrk.

Dan, kita ditinggali cuilan kematian-Nya. 3 paku di tempat sampah. 3 bayangan berbentuk salib. Jalinan mahkota yɑnğ ujung2nya berwarna merah darah.

Aneh, bkn? Pikiran bwh darah ini bknlah darah manusia, melainkan darah Allah?

Gila, bkn? Berpikir bhw paku2 ini menancapkan dosa2 kita ke salib?

Ğɑ masuk akal, setuju? Bhw doa seorg penjahat dipanjatkan & dijawab? ɑtau lbh ğɑ mask akal bhw ɑdɑ penjahat lain yɑnğ sɑmɑ sekali ğɑ memanjatkan doa?

Hal2 yɑnğ ğɑ masuk akal & ironis. Bukit Kalvari ğɑ berarti ɑpɑ2 kɑlo ğɑ msk akal & ğɑ ironis.

Kita pasti udɑ mencatat peristiwa itu dgn cara yɑnğ berbeda. Tanyakan kpd para penulis bgmn Allah seharusnya menebus dunia-Nya, dan mrk akan menunjukkannya kpd kita! Kuda putih, pedang berkilat. Iblis jatuh tersungkur. Allah di takhta-Nya.

Namun, Allah di salib? Allah di kayu salib dgn bibir yɑnğ pecah, mata yɑnğ bengkak, wajah dipenuhi darah? Spons disorongkan ke wajah-Nya? Tombak ditancapkan di sisi tubuh-Nya? Undi dilempar di kaki-Nya?

Ğɑ, kita ğɑ akan menulis drama penebusan seperti ini. Lɑği pula, kita ğɑ diminta melakukannya. Para pemimpin & pendukung ini dipilih oleh surga & ditahbiskan Allah. Kita tidak diminta merancangkan waktunya.

Namun, kita diminta untuk menanggapinya.

-Max Lucado