Yesterday was a different day because most of the band students were gone to the instrumental contest. So we focused on getting other children caught up on their studies. I went to Cando after school to clean church and then on to Devils lake to see Frank and Harley Perich. Frank was in swing bed, but he isn't doing so well, Dorothy said his situation has changed to acute care. Harley is doing well and looked good.
We are looking forward to seeing our family.
The Fellowship
"I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing
in his sufferings."
- Philippians 3:10
The words "fellowship" and "suffering" don't look as though they fit together. One
communicates comfort. The other, pain. Yet God links these words, insisting that
our deepest fellowship with Him can be found in the midst of suffering.
The word "fellowship" does not mean a club. It's not an inner circle of elite believers
or a higher level of super-spiritual saints who have arrived. Fellowship - in the
Greek, koinonia - means a mystical participation together with Christ. It's a marvelous
mystery that Jesus feels the sting in His chest when you hurt.
When I hurt, when I'm in physical pain from my paralysis, when my heart twists in
anguish, I cast myself on Jesus. In the fellowship of suffering, I know He takes
my pain personally, He's close enough to catch me. As I rest in His arms, I'm amazed
how often I find myself singing this hymn:
All my life was full of sin when Jesus found me,
All my heart was full of misery and woe;
Jesus placed His strong and loving arms around me,
And He led me in the way I ought to go.
No one ever cared for me like Jesus,
There's no other friend so kind as He;
No one else could take the sin and darkness from me -
O how much He cares for me! *[1]
Thank You, Jesus, for the warm, intimate union we enjoy together in the fellowship
of Your sufferings. Bless you for catching me when I fall, for holding me when I
hurt.
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