Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Hands of Jesus

In the hands of Jesus there is safety and there is majesty. The hands of Jesus were human. He had child hands when He was a baby. The angels commanded the shepherds to hurry their steps to see those little hands.

The time passed by and those little hands were transformed into hard-working hands. He, who created the stars, was working as a carpenter. His work would be prefect. “We are his hand-made,” as the Apostle Paul said. Those hands that were working over the wood were the same that changed Paul from persecuting Christians to becoming Jesus' disciple (Paul the Apostle, Wikipedia). Paul was motivated not out of obligation for the law, but by love.

The hands of Jesus were generous and gave tender care. His hands blessed everyone he touched. His hands healed the sick. He went where they were.

The hands of Jesus are redemptive. The Bible describes every kind of sin, but it declares that Jesus saves us from all of them. His hands can save us because they are wounded hands. The only thing that mankind made that is found in heaven, is the five wounds that Jesus has in His body. His wounded hands interceded for us before the Throne of Grace for all of us who call on His name.

“When he had said this, He showed them his hands and feet.” Luke 24-40.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

I Follow the Humble King

Close to the Roman capitol there is an old building from the days when Christianity was new to the world.  In one of its corridors there is a cross with a figure on it. The artist made a caricature that said; “Aleximo is a fool because he worships Jesus.” On that wall, the artist also wrote all of the Aleximos’ friends considered him as a weird person because he proclaimed Jesus as King. For them, it was crazy that Aleximo declared the Royalty of Jesus because the world never knew of a King that had no possessions who was born in a humble manger. Actually, this artist's thoughts make sense because the idea that we have about royalty is that it is a luxury and you'll live a comfortable life. Jesus was a different kind of King. He was the humblest one, who made his entrance to Jerusalem on a donkey and ate with the poor. 
This King did not use a sword to conquer lands or an army to destroy forts. He only used his compassion and love to break the hardest hearts. The apostle Paul is a good example of this. As a Roman official, he persecuted Christians. He was touched by Jesus and became the strongest missionary in the history of Christianity, as it shown in the Bible in Acts. Jesus, a humble but powerful King, loved sinners like me and came to this earth to rescue sinners, like me.
I know how Aleximo felt because sometimes I have been considered a foolish girl with a “nun soul,” as one of my friends told me. But how can I hide what is inside me? I want to encourage you to think about this humble King and his teachings as something worthy to pay attention to. You will not lose anything, but you will gain so much. God Bless you.
Pray: Dear Heavenly Father, show your love for all the people who read this blog today and lead them in all of their activities. Thank you for sending your son as servant who was King for our salvation. In the precious name of Jesus Christ. Amen
"Be my rock of refuge, to which I can always go; give the command to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress."  Psalm 71- 3.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Make a simple purpose in this day.

More than a century ago, in South Africa, a missionary named Show and his family were supposed to teach the gospel. When they arrived in Cape Town they were discouraged. The doors had been closed to them. Finally, Show and his wife decided to take a cart pulled by oxen and go wherever they were taken. They had already traveled more than five hundred kilometers, driven by a strange providence, when they saw a group of Hottentots (small nomadic ethnic group in southwest Africa, namely Botswana and Namibia) that were travelling to Cape Town in search of a missionary. God began mighty work among these African tribes through Show's family.
I wanted to start with this story because one night I was looking at a map of the world that showed all the countries restricted to the gospel. To my surprise, Colombia, where I am from, is one of them. Despite the fact that more than 95% of the population adheres to Christianity, the vast majority of which - between 81% and 90% - are Roman Catholic. Since some parts of my country are under guerilla influence, preaching the gospel is almost impossible.
However, missionaries (like the family mentioned at the begining of this story) are filled with the power of God and the love for their fellow men, so they have ventured to places that not even the law enforcement enforcements dare to go. The only thing they carry in their luggage is the "word of life", the Bible. Honestly, I felt a little bit of regret because I was sitting in a comfortable chair, watching the snow fall through my window, while those men and women are sacrificing everything for the sake of God.  Thinking about it I realized that all us, who accept Christ as Lord and Savior, are missionaries.
Not everyone has the call to travel to remote locations to share the good news. We can be the instruments of Christ with our neighbors, helping the needy, giving a smile to those who one who are sad and a word of encouragement to those who are discouraged.
I encorauge you, my dear friends, to make a purpose to give a smile, a kind word or a good handshake to someone. This would be what would the Lord Jesus would do.

1 Wikipedia: Khoikhoi
2 The voice of the martyrs: http://www.thevoiceofthemartyrs.com/
3 Wikipedia: Colombia

" I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland". Isaiah 43:19

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


The reason why I decided to write about prayer is because since I was a child, in one way or another, it has always been something that was present in my life. I remember on Saturday's I always went to the children's group with my younger sister Nicole. It was a little difficult because Nicole did not obey me, which drove me crazy. Despite this small drawback, I enjoyed playing my guitar (yes, at the time I knew how to play it) in the prayer service. I realized at that age (probably 11 or 12 years old) that prayer was my most efficient tool to achieving my goals, such as winning teachers' sympathy, and once in a while, to appease the wrath of my mother when she punished me.

The Lord my God was always there and always answered me. I realized the coolest thing about this is not that the saints are heard or that you are paying penance to gain the favor of God, but that the only thing is to seek the Lord with a humble heart, recognizing that you have failed and He answered. It says in Jeremiah 33:3 "Call to me and I will answer you." To illustrate this statement I would like to mention the apostle Paul. He spent hours praying for Felix,  the governor of Judea (known as the Roman Empire at the time) and his misconduct, as quoted in Acts of the Apostles Chapter 24 (Bible). I highlight this fact because Felix was well known during this time for his pagan practices and acts of terror against Christians, as mentioned by the Roman historian "Tacito."

I want to finish this introduction by letting you know that I look forward to sharing a daily devotional and Bible passage with you every week. Thank you very much for reading my blog. Blessings.