Flashes of Thought.

    Oh, Unleavened Bread of God, that I may eat of You. The children of Israel ate manna, the bread of angels. But only You, The Bread of God, will satisfy the hunger of my soul, and heal the diseases of my heart. The Showbread of God, that my eyes may feast on Thee, and be cured of all blindness. Unleavened bread of God. Sinless. Spotless. Incorruptible. In Thee may I find my fill. And my life be made whole.  Mark 14:1 [1]IT WAS now two days before the Passover and the Feast of Unleavened Bread , and the chief priests and the scribes were all the while seeking to arrest Jesus by secrecy and deceit and put Him to death. Shilako. 

 1 Samuel 2:18  But Samuel ministered before the Lord, a   child girded with a linen ephod. A poignant verse that pierces my mother heart. We live in the days of the idolatry of children. Days where men and women are so consumed with their children, at the expense of God. Dark days when ignorantly and stubbornly, parents continue to give their children to Molech, that ancient god to whom the Israelites sacrificed their children. Through ungodly training and upbringing, many children are the trophies that are rejoiced over in the temples of Dagon, even as the Philistines rejoiced over the heads of Saul and his sons. Many parents have children that belong to them but don't belong to the Lord. A tragedy! But scripture tells us of a woman who, at the height of her desperation and consequent illumination made a vow to the Lord. She made a vow to give her child to the Lord, if only He would open up her womb. And so before conception, the child was already conse...

One of my favorite songs carries a line so gripping that it has lingered with me: “ You’ve got this way of taking away those shadows that hung around.” As I sat with those words, it dawned on me that to be human is, in many ways, to live under shadows. From the moment we are conceived in the mind of God, carried in our parents as egg and sperm, formed in the womb, born into family, and shaped within community, we are shaped by countless shadows. Some nurture us. Others wound us. And even those shadows we don't recognize or fully understand, we feel their weight all the same. Shadow, as a symbol, is deeply significant. First , shadow speaks of protection and refuge . Think of walking under the scorching sun, your body yearns for shade, the shadow of a tree or a building to offer relief. Or remember being a child, frightened by a barking dog, instinctively hiding in the shadow of your mother. Shadow was safety. Second , shadow signifies presence and closeness . You ca...