YOKED (#AtoZChallenge)

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

 

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Yoked securely, easily with Lord Jesus Christ, His burden is light* ~ The

Overflowing affliction will not rise again…He’s broken its yoke from me**

Kinsman Redeemer***, His yoke is gentle ~ I learn* as it rests upon me

Ever guided by Truth, His path of wisdom, Love’s yoke embraces me ~ In

Dim shadows, His yoke supports me—I won’t stumble beyond His reach ~

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* Matthew 11:29-30 New International Version (NIV) https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+11:29-30

29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

** Nahum 1:9-13New International Version (NIV)

Whatever they plot against the Lord
    he will bring[a] to an end;
    trouble will not come a second time.

12 This is what the Lord says:

 13 Now I will break their yoke from your neck
    and tear your shackles away.”

New International Version Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV® Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.

***http://www.abideinchrist.com/messages/lev25v25.html (Link, posted article provides teaching on “Kinsman Redeemer”, as well as Bible’s Leviticus chapter 25 and Ruth chapter 4 for verses.)

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Wraith Well-Spoken

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/04/26/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-45/

6-Sentence Stories, Zoe’s cue is “WELL”Was it time to fear madness, Zinnia wondered—the tap-tapping, the antique music box, tiny brass key, and messages—or was the spirit of the tenant before her, the recently dead man, actually real, living?

Huddled on the lumpy couch, she considered the first words she’d discovered, “It’s not your fault, nobody’s fault”, then the typed query, “WHAT DO YOU SEEK?”…and added them to the music box song, “Recuerda Me”, as though attempting to cypher an abstract mathematics equation.

She fingered the little key, warm in her palm, leaned toward the ponderous shadowed presence of the bookcase—and began trying the key in locked compartments.

Although she carefully cleaned the bookcase with a soft cloth, each morning she saw the dust had reappeared as though undisturbed, untouched… “spooky” was an understatement.

Of nine drawers, the tiny brass key opened the last, and inside—amid straw, small pieces of broken pottery and dried rose petals—was a larger key of ornately crafted silver; also an envelope, the contents which held more tingling mystery penned in calligraphy.

“Your heart is an ink well, perhaps like mine ~ unlock the wealth of words within…and those I left behind ~ Timoteo ~”..…the wraith had a name.

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Story Images ~ Pixabay

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Misfortune’s Roots

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/roots/

She wears face

Of Misfortune’s roots

Snarled secrets

Heinous hurts

Tangled mind-heart’s innocence

Knotted blessings bloom

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Image ~ Pixabay

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Big Mac Civilization (NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 26)

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-six-3/

“…our (optional) prompt! Have you ever heard someone wonder what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist? The object or site of study could be anything from a “World’s Best Grandpa” coffee mug to a Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a cellphone.”

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Apparently I’m too hungry to access finer poetry center of my brain 🙂

Must have been people

Some kind once upon a time

Animals too—beeves

Big Mac, we’re most stumped by that

Millions sold in land now gone

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XENIA (#AtoZChallenge)

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The letter “X” provided a wealth of inspiration for my theme, “Faith”Following my acrostic poem, I’ve included researched notes and links 🙂

* DISCLAIMER: My faith is in Christ Jesus/Holy Bible. I write with no intent to judge other faiths/belief systems.

X marks the Cross, Savior’s name, The Christ ~ unseen, it’s

Even on my soul; my heart, Jesus-engraved.  He has seeded my

Nature to bear good fruit*; and reflect His glory to attract others

Invite them into gift of hospitality ~ where generous grace in

Abundance flows: His, to me; and me, to all who would receive.

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Bible verses: biblehub.com

* Matthew 7:16-18 A Tree and its Fruit
16By their fruit you will recognize them. Are grapes gathered from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? 17Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. 18A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit.…

Matthew 12:33
Make a tree good and its fruit will be good, or make a tree bad and its fruit will be bad; for a tree is known by its fruit.

Psalm 1:3 And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that …

Psalm 92:13,14 Those that be planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in …

Jeremiah 17:8 For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreads …

Galatians 5:22-24 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long-suffering, …

Ephesians 5:9 (For the fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness and righteousness and truth;)

Philippians 1:11 Being filled with the fruits of righteousness, which are by Jesus …

Colossians 1:10 That you might walk worthy of the Lord to all pleasing, being fruitful …

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Definition of xenia—noun, botany:

The influence or effect of pollen on the endosperm or embryo, resulting in hybrid characteristics in form, color, etc., of the derived seed. (https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/us/xenia)

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href=”https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenia_(Greek)”>https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenia_(Greek)

Xenia (Greek: ξενία, xenía, trans. “guest-friendship”) is the ancient Greek concept of hospitality, the generosity and courtesy shown to those who are far from home and/or associates of the person bestowing guest-friendship. The rituals of hospitality created and expressed a reciprocal relationship between guest and host expressed in both material benefits (such as the giving of gifts to each party) as well as non-material ones (such as protection, shelter, favors, or certain normative rights).

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Chi (uppercase Χ, lowercase χ; Greek: χῖ) is the 22nd letter of the Greek alphabet, pronounced /ˈk/ or /ˈk/ in English.  Chi or X is often used to abbreviate the name Christ, as in the holiday Christmas (Xmas). When fused within a single typespace with the Greek letter Rho, it is called the labarum and used to represent the person of Jesus Christ. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chi_(letter)

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Xmas is a common abbreviation of the word Christmas. It is sometimes pronounced /ˈɛksməs/, but Xmas, and variants such as Xtemass, originated as handwriting abbreviations for the typical pronunciation /ˈkrɪsməs/. The “X” comes from the Greek letter Chi, which is the first letter of the Greek word Χριστός, which in English is “Christ“.[1] The “-mas” part is from the Latin-derived Old English word for Mass.[2]

There is a common belief that the word Xmas stems from a secular attempt to remove the religious tradition from Christmas[3] by taking the “Christ” out of “Christmas”, but its use dates back to the 16th century.

“Xmas” is deprecated by some modern style guides, including those at the New York Times,[4] The Times, The Guardian, and the BBC.[5] Millicent Fenwick, in the 1948 Vogue’s Book of Etiquette, states that “‘Xmas’ should never be used” in greeting cards.[6] The Cambridge Guide to Australian English Usage states that the spelling should be considered informal and restricted to contexts where concision is valued, such as headlines and greeting cards.[7] The Christian Writer’s Manual of Style, while acknowledging the ancient and respectful use of “Xmas” in the past, states that the spelling should never be used in formal writing.[8]

Use of “X” for “Christ”

For the article about the χρ symbol, see Chi Rho.

The labarum, often called the Chi-Rho, is a Christian symbol representing Christ.

The abbreviation of Christmas as “Xmas” is the source of disagreement among Christians who observe the holiday. Dennis Bratcher, writing for a website for Christians, states “there are always those who loudly decry the use of the abbreviation ‘Xmas’ as some kind of blasphemy against Christ and Christianity”.[16] Among them are evangelist Franklin Graham and CNN journalist Roland S. Martin. Graham stated in an interview:

“for us as Christians, this is one of the most holy of the holidays, the birth of our savior Jesus Christ. And for people to take Christ out of Christmas. They’re happy to say merry Xmas. Let’s just take Jesus out. And really, I think, a war against the name of Jesus Christ.”[17]

Martin likewise relates the use of “Xmas” to his growing concerns of increasing commercialization and secularization of one of Christianity’s highest holy days.[18] Bratcher posits that those who dislike abbreviating the word are unfamiliar with a long history of Christians using X in place of “Christ” for various purposes.

The wordChristand its compounds, including “Christmas”, have been abbreviated in English for at least the past 1,000 years, long before the modern “Xmas” was commonly used. “Christ” was often written as “Xρ” or “Xt”; there are references in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle as far back as 1021. This X and P arose as the uppercase forms of the Greek letters χ (Ch) and ρ (R) used in ancient abbreviations for Χριστος (Greek for “Christ”),.[1] The labarum, an amalgamation of the two Greek letters rendered as ☧,[note 1] is a symbol often used to represent Christ in Catholic, Protestant, and Orthodox Christian Churches.[19]

The Oxford English Dictionary (OED) and the OED Supplement have cited usages of “X-” or “Xp-” for “Christ-” as early as 1485. The terms “Xtian” and less commonly “Xpian” have also been used for “Christian”. The OED further cites usage of “Xtianity” for “Christianity” from 1634.[1] According to Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary of English Usage, most of the evidence for these words comes from “educated Englishmen who knew their Greek”.[11]

In ancient Christian art, χ and χρ are abbreviations for Christ’s name.[20] In many manuscripts of the New Testament and icons, Χ is an abbreviation for Χριστος,[21] as is XC (the first and last letters in Greek, using the lunate sigma);[22] compare IC for Jesus in Greek.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xmas

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Fig Jar World (NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 25)

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-five-3/

“…our daily prompt (optional, as always). In 1958, the philosopher/critic Gaston Bachelard wrote a book called The Poetics of Space, about the emotional relationship that people have with particular kinds of spaces – the insides of sea shells, drawers, nooks, and all the various parts of houses. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that explores a small, defined space – it could be your childhood bedroom, or the box where you keep old photos. It could be the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.”

Small fig-shaped jar

Once held Dalmatia Fig Spread

Now a world unto itself

In cove beneath far ocean bed

Slumber-eyed I climb inside

Sail on bleached white shells amid

Assorted treasures under lid

Polished stones, jade and onyx

Marbled agate cobalt blue

Worn translucent sea glass

Striations mirror sky at dusk

Single flat finger of driftwood

To rest upon while admiring

Teeny colored beads, a bracelet

Wrist no longer fits

Tiny pink silk rose, its whorls

Perfection woven eternal

Even smaller silver chain

Shimmered links to lost something…

White bow ribbon ties black cross

To one, carved quartz, pale as dawn

A miniature fig jar cathedral

Where are blessed mermaid angels—

Writing hymns, myths within?

Singing siren songs for whales

Much too large, sad, long gone?

Space more transparent than pen’s heart

Captive trinkets, tide-washed thoughts

Poems forlorn, as yet unborn—

Hands hold, turn glass ’round, ’round

In dimmed wee-dreamy midnight light

Fig jar world—waves, wind chimes call

To sojourn…twelve bells, ghost-love’s sound

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