Friday, December 10, 2021

The road Jesus trod – 10 December 2021, Anno Domini (In the Year of our Lord)


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ND he said to them all, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me. 24 For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: but whosoever will lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it25 For what is a man advantaged, if he gain the whole world, and lose himself, or be cast away26 For whosoever shall be ashamed of me and of my words, of him shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he shall come in his own glory, and in his Father’s, and of the holy angels(Luke 9:23-26)

 

            We scarcely contemplate the Road which Jesus trod in consideration of the fact that, in following Him, we must experience the same rejection and persecution. It is a road of great joy that overwhelms the temptations of the world.


Following Those Prints

 

Once on a day of Joyful Beauty and air pristine

I happened on the trail, at Jordan's Banks, where our Lord had trod, 

And saw there in the stony edge agleam

The footprints of his nail-pierced feet upon the sod.

 

Along the shore of Galilee's coast

A fishing boat with sides weathered by the tempest's blast 

Lay anchored now in quiet repose

Silent witness to the Stormy past.

 

Onward down the River Valley green

The Footprints led to Bethany

And on the way an opened Tomb

Whose owner rose as beckoned lovingly.

 

On across the western plains to Sychar's well

That Jacob dug for all to quench a thirst

The prints paused briefly for a Woman Lost

Mixed there with others who came as did the first.

 

Quite steady on the prints led to the Temple Mount

Where tables, overturned in fury hot,

At which the money changers made their count

And fled the Master's blistering reproach of all their lot. 

 

Straight on the steps led through the narrow Way

To Pilate's seat foreboding, proud and dark,

Past judgment seat where Peter thrice on that last Day

Denied his love for Christ and missed the mark.

 

Now haltingly they merge on Dolorosa's rocky lane

Where Jesus bore His heavy cross alone

Up Calvary's granite slopes of Crimson Stain

Where last He bled and for our sin atoned.

 

From out the tomb in Garden fair and sweet

The prints led on to Glory high and Great

And up beyond the heavens pearl-decked gates

He now commands the hearts of all of Faith.

Jerry L. Ogles ©2009

 

            If your road is a road of smooth travel and free of potholes, perhaps you are on the road of the world and not that of the Lord.

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