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Maggots ( Under the Skin) Anyone?

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What is getting under your skin? Is it festering, continuing to wound you? Do you keep picking at the open sore, wondering why it won’t heal? You may have Myiasis.

Like Jesus, many a speaker/writer compares believers to sheep but they don’t always tell all. I guess maggots aren’t a great selling point. You see, certain types of flies are attracted to wounds in sheep, cattle, deer and even humans. They lay their eggs there, then the larvae hatch, burrow into the skin and if not treated, travel through the body, damaging organs. Sadly, they are often part of being a sheep. Still, a controlled maggot can be a great thing.

It is estimated that hospitals across the USA order in about 5,000 laboratory grown maggots every week. They are used to fight infections resulting from bed sores, leg/foot ulcers, stab wounds and even gangrene. Maggots are great because they promote faster healing and won’t likely injure healthy tissue. Of course you have to stop picking at the wound while the critters do their job. Wounds won’t heal if the blood supply is blocked.

Doesn’t that sound like a sheep issue to you? It does to me. If the blood of Jesus isn’t circulating around and through our wounds, we will not heal.

So what does our Myiasis look like? Child abuse, financial woes, annoying relatives, children sick, personal loss, you name it, if we won’t let the healing blood of Christ pour through it, it will continue to swallow us up.

Psalm 57:2-3– I will cry out to God Most High, To God who performs all things for me. He shall send from heaven and save me; He reproaches the one who would swallow me up. Selah God shall send forth His mercy and His truth (NKJV).

Prayer: Lord the maggot of __________still eats at me. I offer my wounds to you. Help me obey your truths so that I shall be healed. For Christ’s Sake. Amen.

Are You Laying Eggs?

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“There is no need to be worried by facetious people who try to make the Christian hope of ‘Heaven’ ridiculous by saying they do not want to spend eternity playing harps.’ The answer to such people is that if they cannot understand books written for grown-ups, they should not talk about them.

All the scriptural imagery (harps, crowns, gold, etc) is of course, a merely symbolical attempt to express the inexpressible.

People who take these symbols literally might as well think that when Christ told us to be like doves, He meant that we were to lay eggs.”

(C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity (New York: The MacMillan Company, 1952),106

(Quoted by Dan Schaeffer, A Better Country (Grand Rapids, Michigan, Discovery House, 2008) 43-44

Eggs-cident

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Just as I put the key in the door, I suddenly remembered that I’d left a pan of eggs on the boil.

My grandaughter, Lorisa and I had planned a leisurely trip to the library followed by an equally tranquil slice of pizza at a local shop. And it was all those things; until we found the eggs. Or rather…they found us.

Thankfully only two of the five eggs made it to oblivion. The other three clung desperately to the base of the cooking pot, their little bottoms about the colour of God’s good black planting soil.

You would be surprised how far an egg can travel when it is heated beyond its blow up point. Bits of shell, white and entire yolks spread themselves a good twenty feet in diameter. I am grateful that we only had chicken eggs. Ostrich would have travelled half- way to the Netherlands.

But listen to this!The yolks were mostly intact. The centres stayed in one piece! Yes their edges were a little ragged, but they stayed strong and firm(very!) I thought about the grieving process and how my centre is strong and firm, because my centre is Jesus.

Isaiah 49:13-Shout for joy, you heavens; rejoice, you earth; burst into song, you mountains! For the LORD comforts his people and will have compassion on his afflicted ones.

Psalm 119:76-May your unfailing love be my comfort, according to your promise to your servant.
All that is left is the stinky smell…and that is not from God…The pain will pass….

Poached Tears

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When I came back from working the afternoon Weight Watchers class, I found the house empty. In my ordinary life, Ron would have had a pot of potatoes on the boil and some kind of beef (his preference) on the BBQ. I’d push for a vegetable and maybe a salad and we’d each eat a little of the other’s choice, secretly grateful for our own.

But today, there was silence and me. As women do, I’ve been eating the stuff in the fridge that is close to expiry date or that has been sitting too long. I decided on poached eggs. I like them; Ron didn’t. An egg meal meant I’d cook his scrambled or whatever, first….not because he demanded it , but because that is how women love. We feed others and then ourselves. That meant that my meal tended to be on the cool side. I didn’t notice nor really care..

So I poached up those eggs. They were the best I’d ever eaten. Hot, seasoned perfectly. And I cried, because I’d willingly eat cold eggs forever…if only I could have my Honey here.

Brenda J Wood

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