An Easter Trilogy
Good Friday
This is the day He suffered,
This is the day He died ,
The day the angels cried ,
This is the day the soldiers jeered
When they nailed him to the cross ,
The day that foolish people cheered ,
Not a ware of their great loss ,
This is the day the doves flew away ,
The day that His blood ran free ,
This is the day mankind was saved ,
This day at Calvary .
This is the day of heart ache
The day of sacrifice ,
This is the day He led the way ,
Into Paradise .
This is the day we need to pray ,
We need to fall upon our knee’s
This is the day we need to say ,
Father , forgive us , Please !!
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Please pray for me , I am very sick . Thank you
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
The Bent atenna
The Bent Antenna
I have a six year old Honda car that has given me nothing but
satisfaction since the day I bought it. If it has given me any
trouble, it was very minor, and even better, it was covered by
the warranty.
I would very highly recommend this model of vehicle to anyone
who's in the market for a virtually trouble-free car.
I know that it's improper to place too much value on material
possessions, so you will have to excuse me when I tell you that
I absolutely love this car.
It is very well kept, the interior is still very clean,
the mats are not soiled and dirty, it gets a hand wax job every
few months, and the engine still hums like a mockingbird. I've
had absolutely no complaints, until recently...
I was hurriedly leaving home early one sunny Saturday morning.
My haste resulted in some significant damage being inflicted on
my car.
I didn't realize that my garage door had only released half way.
As I backed out of the garage, I broke my antenna on the
incompletely opened garage door. There was enough room for the
entire car to go through, so it wasn't until I was completely
out of the garage that I saw that the door hadn't opened all the
way.
It was also at that moment that I realized that the loud
scrubbing noise I had ignored only a few seconds earlier was my
antenna being attacked by the garage door.
My antenna was horribly mangled. What significant damage!!
It may not seem significant, but it is.
The purpose of a car antenna is to receive radio signals.
Without an antenna, no signal can be received.
Now, when my antenna goes up, it makes a very noisy, grinding
sound. It sounds like a jackhammer trying to break up asphalt.
It's as though the antenna takes on the same human-like
stubbornness when someone is made to do something that he/she
has no desire to accomplish.
When the antenna goes down, it's noisy. Again, it's displaying
its resistance to perform the duty that it was designed to do.
Not only that, it won't even completely retract so I end up
driving around with a bent antenna.
Bent antennas and Honda cars are not a desirable combination.
Once I saw the damage to my car antenna, it was easy for me to
see how sometimes our built-in, innate antennas, our source of
direction, can show the same signs of damage that my physical
antenna suffered.
How's your antenna?
All of us have them, you know. Sometimes we refer to them as
that "something" that "told me".
It's that little nudge that makes you think twice when you're in
doubt about something you are about to do.
Do you receive sound advice and guidance grudgingly and
unwillingly? Or do you welcome it cheerfully and happily, and
then act on it?
Do you go around bent out of shape?
Does even the slightest "scrub" totally disrupt your day?
Does friction from another source cause you to react with an
equal, but opposite, reaction?
Or do you produce the same friction?
A bent, grudging, disobedient antenna is worse than no antenna
at all. If I had completely severed my antenna, at least I
wouldn't have to worry about its reluctance to extend and
receive.
There would have been no signal to receive, and I could plead
ignorance. But my bent, damaged antenna offers no excuses,
because I can still hear all the radio stations. My antenna
just doesn't make it easy for me to enjoy them.
As a result, I choose to keep the radio turned off altogether.
That way I don't have to hear that irritating noise as the
antenna reluctantly extends.
Does it take a while for your antenna to go up, when it should
be active and receptive at all times?
Your antenna is always working, always willing to pick up the
signal that offers the guidance that you're looking for.
That's what it's there for.
Learn to trust it.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
I have a six year old Honda car that has given me nothing but
satisfaction since the day I bought it. If it has given me any
trouble, it was very minor, and even better, it was covered by
the warranty.
I would very highly recommend this model of vehicle to anyone
who's in the market for a virtually trouble-free car.
I know that it's improper to place too much value on material
possessions, so you will have to excuse me when I tell you that
I absolutely love this car.
It is very well kept, the interior is still very clean,
the mats are not soiled and dirty, it gets a hand wax job every
few months, and the engine still hums like a mockingbird. I've
had absolutely no complaints, until recently...
I was hurriedly leaving home early one sunny Saturday morning.
My haste resulted in some significant damage being inflicted on
my car.
I didn't realize that my garage door had only released half way.
As I backed out of the garage, I broke my antenna on the
incompletely opened garage door. There was enough room for the
entire car to go through, so it wasn't until I was completely
out of the garage that I saw that the door hadn't opened all the
way.
It was also at that moment that I realized that the loud
scrubbing noise I had ignored only a few seconds earlier was my
antenna being attacked by the garage door.
My antenna was horribly mangled. What significant damage!!
It may not seem significant, but it is.
The purpose of a car antenna is to receive radio signals.
Without an antenna, no signal can be received.
Now, when my antenna goes up, it makes a very noisy, grinding
sound. It sounds like a jackhammer trying to break up asphalt.
It's as though the antenna takes on the same human-like
stubbornness when someone is made to do something that he/she
has no desire to accomplish.
When the antenna goes down, it's noisy. Again, it's displaying
its resistance to perform the duty that it was designed to do.
Not only that, it won't even completely retract so I end up
driving around with a bent antenna.
Bent antennas and Honda cars are not a desirable combination.
Once I saw the damage to my car antenna, it was easy for me to
see how sometimes our built-in, innate antennas, our source of
direction, can show the same signs of damage that my physical
antenna suffered.
How's your antenna?
All of us have them, you know. Sometimes we refer to them as
that "something" that "told me".
It's that little nudge that makes you think twice when you're in
doubt about something you are about to do.
Do you receive sound advice and guidance grudgingly and
unwillingly? Or do you welcome it cheerfully and happily, and
then act on it?
Do you go around bent out of shape?
Does even the slightest "scrub" totally disrupt your day?
Does friction from another source cause you to react with an
equal, but opposite, reaction?
Or do you produce the same friction?
A bent, grudging, disobedient antenna is worse than no antenna
at all. If I had completely severed my antenna, at least I
wouldn't have to worry about its reluctance to extend and
receive.
There would have been no signal to receive, and I could plead
ignorance. But my bent, damaged antenna offers no excuses,
because I can still hear all the radio stations. My antenna
just doesn't make it easy for me to enjoy them.
As a result, I choose to keep the radio turned off altogether.
That way I don't have to hear that irritating noise as the
antenna reluctantly extends.
Does it take a while for your antenna to go up, when it should
be active and receptive at all times?
Your antenna is always working, always willing to pick up the
signal that offers the guidance that you're looking for.
That's what it's there for.
Learn to trust it.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Friday, March 18, 2011
The Nursing Home
The Nursing Home
The 92-year-old petite, well-poised and proud lady,
who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock,
with her hair fashionably fixed and makeup perfectly applied
even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move
necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the
nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.
As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator,
I provided a visual description of her tiny room,
including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window.
"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old
having just been presented with a new puppy.
"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room... just wait."
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied.
"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time.
Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the
furniture is arranged... it's how I arrange my mind."
"I've already decided to love it.
It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up.
I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed
recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that
no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones
that do.
Each day is a gift and as long as my eyes open,
I'll focus on the new day
and all the happy memories I've stored away
just for this time in my life."
"Old age is like a bank account.
You withdraw from what you've put in.
So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness
in the bank account of memories."
"Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank.
I am still depositing."
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
The 92-year-old petite, well-poised and proud lady,
who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock,
with her hair fashionably fixed and makeup perfectly applied
even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move
necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the
nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.
As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator,
I provided a visual description of her tiny room,
including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window.
"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old
having just been presented with a new puppy.
"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room... just wait."
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied.
"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time.
Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the
furniture is arranged... it's how I arrange my mind."
"I've already decided to love it.
It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up.
I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed
recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that
no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones
that do.
Each day is a gift and as long as my eyes open,
I'll focus on the new day
and all the happy memories I've stored away
just for this time in my life."
"Old age is like a bank account.
You withdraw from what you've put in.
So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness
in the bank account of memories."
"Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank.
I am still depositing."
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Thursday, March 17, 2011
God 's most Amazing Grace
. God’s most Amazing Grace
If there had been another way ,
Do you think He would have died
No other man could take his place ,
Not even if one tried .
God did not ask for volunteers ,
But even if He had ,
Would you have said ,” Take me instead ?”
Folks would have thought you mad .
None of us was good enough,
To take His place upon that cross ,
None of us was rich enough ,
To have paid that high a cost .
It’s hard to believe a loving God ,
Would sacrifice His Son
But it had to be that way , you see ,
He was the only One
He took our sin along with Him ,
As directed from above ,
None of us so generous ,
We would offer that much love ,
He said He would leave the tomb ,
He would ascend to heaven ,
Three days later He was gone,
Hallelujah ! He was Risen !
Brother , you could not substitute
You could not take place ,
He took yours-the only way ,
God Most Amazing Grace !!!
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
If there had been another way ,
Do you think He would have died
No other man could take his place ,
Not even if one tried .
God did not ask for volunteers ,
But even if He had ,
Would you have said ,” Take me instead ?”
Folks would have thought you mad .
None of us was good enough,
To take His place upon that cross ,
None of us was rich enough ,
To have paid that high a cost .
It’s hard to believe a loving God ,
Would sacrifice His Son
But it had to be that way , you see ,
He was the only One
He took our sin along with Him ,
As directed from above ,
None of us so generous ,
We would offer that much love ,
He said He would leave the tomb ,
He would ascend to heaven ,
Three days later He was gone,
Hallelujah ! He was Risen !
Brother , you could not substitute
You could not take place ,
He took yours-the only way ,
God Most Amazing Grace !!!
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
On the Wings of Prayer
On the wings prayer
our burdens take flight
And our load of care
becomes bearably light ,
And our heavy hearts
are lifted above
To be healed by the balm
of God’s wonderful love ,
And the tears in our eyes
are dried by the hands
Of a loving Father
who understands
All of our problems
our fears and despair ,
When we take them to Him
on the wings of prayer .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
AS the Father has loved me , so have I loved you ; abide in my my love .If you keep my commandments ,you will abide in my love , just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love . These things I have spoken to you ,that my joy may be in you , and that your joy may be full. John 15:9-11
On the wings prayer
our burdens take flight
And our load of care
becomes bearably light ,
And our heavy hearts
are lifted above
To be healed by the balm
of God’s wonderful love ,
And the tears in our eyes
are dried by the hands
Of a loving Father
who understands
All of our problems
our fears and despair ,
When we take them to Him
on the wings of prayer .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
AS the Father has loved me , so have I loved you ; abide in my my love .If you keep my commandments ,you will abide in my love , just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love . These things I have spoken to you ,that my joy may be in you , and that your joy may be full. John 15:9-11
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Yesterday , Today and Tomorrow
There are two days in every week about which
we should not worry-two days which should be
kept from fear and apprehension .
One of these days is Yesterday with its mistakes
And cares, its aches and pains, its faults and blunders . Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control .
All the money in the world cannot bring back
Yesterday .We cannot undo a single act we performed ; we cannot erase a simple word we said .
Yesterday is gone .
The other day we should not worry about is
Tomorrow with its possible adversities ,its burdens its larger promise and poor performance . Tomorrow is beyond our immediate control .
Tomorrow’s sun will rise either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds-but it will rise . Until it does we have no stake in Tomorrow , for it is as yet unborn .
That leaves only one day – Today . Any man by the grace of God , can fight the battles of just one day .It is only when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities –Yesterday and Tomorrow-that we break down .
It is not the experience of Today that drives men
mad-it is remorse or bitterness for something
which happened Yesterday and the dread of what
Tomorrow may bring. Let us therefore ,journey but one day at a time .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Everyone
Every doctor will someday need a doctor
Every preacher will someday need a preacher
Every teacher will someday need a teacher
Every mortician will someday need a mortician
No matter how much we know and have,
we all will need someone and something greater than us.
There are two days in every week about which
we should not worry-two days which should be
kept from fear and apprehension .
One of these days is Yesterday with its mistakes
And cares, its aches and pains, its faults and blunders . Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control .
All the money in the world cannot bring back
Yesterday .We cannot undo a single act we performed ; we cannot erase a simple word we said .
Yesterday is gone .
The other day we should not worry about is
Tomorrow with its possible adversities ,its burdens its larger promise and poor performance . Tomorrow is beyond our immediate control .
Tomorrow’s sun will rise either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds-but it will rise . Until it does we have no stake in Tomorrow , for it is as yet unborn .
That leaves only one day – Today . Any man by the grace of God , can fight the battles of just one day .It is only when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities –Yesterday and Tomorrow-that we break down .
It is not the experience of Today that drives men
mad-it is remorse or bitterness for something
which happened Yesterday and the dread of what
Tomorrow may bring. Let us therefore ,journey but one day at a time .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Everyone
Every doctor will someday need a doctor
Every preacher will someday need a preacher
Every teacher will someday need a teacher
Every mortician will someday need a mortician
No matter how much we know and have,
we all will need someone and something greater than us.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Faith is a Bridge
Faith is a Bridge
Faith is a bridge over which we may
walk from the unknown to the known ,
from sunlight to darkness and on to sunlight again .
And though we cannot see the far end of the bridge,
we step confidently , knowing that others have
gone before us and the way is sure . Let
us not stand at the chasm’s edge and despair
of the mist and the dark .For all through life
this bridge will hold .If we but step out on it ,
we shall find the way across.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
I know that a lot of you are going through hard times right now .
Just remember, no matter what going on in your life. Just believe that God will turn it for your good . Because you are God Child !
Faith is a bridge over which we may
walk from the unknown to the known ,
from sunlight to darkness and on to sunlight again .
And though we cannot see the far end of the bridge,
we step confidently , knowing that others have
gone before us and the way is sure . Let
us not stand at the chasm’s edge and despair
of the mist and the dark .For all through life
this bridge will hold .If we but step out on it ,
we shall find the way across.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
I know that a lot of you are going through hard times right now .
Just remember, no matter what going on in your life. Just believe that God will turn it for your good . Because you are God Child !
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