DONNIE DAILY GEMS FOR TUESDAY JUNE 5:
WORD OF WISDOM
Possessing charity with out action is like possessing a light bulb without
electricity.
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DAILY DEVOTION
People Who Care for Others
"But thanks be to God, which put the same earnest care into the heart of
Titus for you. For indeed he accepted the exhortation; but being more
forward, of his own accord he went unto you. And we have sent with him the
brother, whose praise is in the gospel throughout all the churches;"
2 Corinthians 8:16-18
When Catherine Booth died of cancer in 1890 after many years of faithful
service with her husband William in the Salvation Army, her body lay in
state at Congress Hall in London. Thousands filed past her body, giving
honor to the lady who had given so much to so many. The cream of London
society and the rich and powerful filed by next to children from the slums
and former drunkards. It is recorded that one elderly man paused by her
casket and said, "I've come sixty miles to see her again. She was the means
of saving my two boys."
The impact that we make on the lives of others is a direct result of the
amount of care and compassion we have for them. That is because it is that
care that drives our actions. There is no more powerful motivation than
love. It changes the way we view other people, and it changes the way we
allocate our resources, time, and energy. We invest in what we care about,
and when we care, others can tell. "And of some have compassion, making a
difference" (Jude 1:22).
The world has many ways to counterfeit a number of the good things God calls
us to do and be, but there is no substitute for compassion. The people with
whom we work and to whom we minister will know whether they genuinely matter
to us. And the more we care for others, the more we will devote ourselves to
meeting their needs and reaching them with the gospel.
Only those who truly care for the needs of others are prepared to make a
major impact on their lives.
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DAILY BIBLE READING
Psalm 6-10 The Message (MSG)
A David Psalm
6 1-2 Please, God, no more yelling,
no more trips to the woodshed.
Treat me nice for a change;
I'm so starved for affection.
2-3
Can't you see I'm black-and-blue,
beat up badly in bones and soul?
God, how long will it take
for you to let up?
4-5
Break in, God, and break up this fight;
if you love me at all, get me out of here.
I'm no good to you dead, am I?
I can't sing in your choir if I'm buried in some tomb!
6-7
I'm tired of all this-so tired. My bed
has been floating forty days and nights
On the flood of my tears.
My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.
The sockets of my eyes are black holes;
nearly blind, I squint and grope.
8-9
Get out of here, you Devil's crew:
at last God has heard my sobs.
My requests have all been granted,
my prayers are answered.
10
Cowards, my enemies disappear.
Disgraced, they turn tail and run.
A David Psalm
7 1-2 God! God! I am running to you for dear life;
the chase is wild.
If they catch me, I'm finished:
ripped to shreds by foes fierce as lions,
dragged into the forest and left
unlooked for, unremembered.
3-5
God, if I've done what they say-
betrayed my friends,
ripped off my enemies-
If my hands are really that dirty,
let them get me, walk all over me,
leave me flat on my face in the dirt.
6-8
Stand up, God; pit your holy fury
against my furious enemies.
Wake up, God. My accusers have packed
the courtroom; it's judgment time.
Take your place on the bench, reach for your gavel,
throw out the false charges against me.
I'm ready, confident in your verdict:
"Innocent."
9-11
Close the book on Evil, God,
but publish your mandate for us.
You get us ready for life:
you probe for our soft spots,
you knock off our rough edges.
And I'm feeling so fit, so safe:
made right, kept right.
God in solemn honor does things right,
but his nerves are sandpapered raw.
11-13
Nobody gets by with anything.
God is already in action-
Sword honed on his whetstone,
bow strung, arrow on the string,
Lethal weapons in hand,
each arrow a flaming missile.
14
Look at that guy!
He had sex with sin,
he's pregnant with evil.
Oh, look! He's having
the baby-a Lie-Baby!
15-16
See that man shoveling day after day,
digging, then concealing, his man-trap
down that lonely stretch of road?
Go back and look again-you'll see him in it headfirst,
legs waving in the breeze.
That's what happens:
mischief backfires;
violence boomerangs.
17
I'm thanking God, who makes things right.
I'm singing the fame of heaven-high God.
A David Psalm
8 God, brilliant Lord,
yours is a household name.
2
Nursing infants gurgle choruses about you;
toddlers shout the songs
That drown out enemy talk,
and silence atheist babble.
3-4
I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous,
your handmade sky-jewelry,
Moon and stars mounted in their settings.
Then I look at my micro-self and wonder,
Why do you bother with us?
Why take a second look our way?
5-8
Yet we've so narrowly missed being gods,
bright with Eden's dawn light.
You put us in charge of your handcrafted world,
repeated to us your Genesis-charge,
Made us lords of sheep and cattle,
even animals out in the wild,
Birds flying and fish swimming,
whales singing in the ocean deeps.
9
God, brilliant Lord,
your name echoes around the world.
A David Psalm
9 1-2 I'm thanking you, God, from a full heart,
I'm writing the book on your wonders.
I'm whistling, laughing, and jumping for joy;
I'm singing your song, High God.
3-4
The day my enemies turned tail and ran,
they stumbled on you and fell on their faces.
You took over and set everything right;
when I needed you, you were there, taking charge.
5-6
You blow the whistle on godless nations;
you throw dirty players out of the game,
wipe their names right off the roster.
Enemies disappear from the sidelines,
their reputation trashed,
their names erased from the halls of fame.
7-8
God holds the high center,
he sees and sets the world's mess right.
He decides what is right for us earthlings,
gives people their just deserts.
9-10
God's a safe-house for the battered,
a sanctuary during bad times.
The moment you arrive, you relax;
you're never sorry you knocked.
11-12
Sing your songs to Zion-dwelling God,
tell his stories to everyone you meet:
How he tracks down killers
yet keeps his eye on us,
registers every whimper and moan.
13-14
Be kind to me, God;
I've been kicked around long enough.
Once you've pulled me back
from the gates of death,
I'll write the book on Hallelujahs;
on the corner of Main and First
I'll hold a street meeting;
I'll be the song leader; we'll fill the air
with salvation songs.
15-16
They're trapped, those godless countries,
in the very snares they set,
Their feet all tangled
in the net they spread.
They have no excuse;
the way God works is well-known.
The cunning machinery made by the wicked
has maimed their own hands.
17-20
The wicked bought a one-way
ticket to hell.
No longer will the poor be nameless-
no more humiliation for the humble.
Up, God! Aren't you fed up with their empty strutting?
Expose these grand pretensions!
Shake them up, God!
Show them how silly they look.
10 1-2 God, are you avoiding me?
Where are you when I need you?
Full of hot air, the wicked
are hot on the trail of the poor.
Trip them up, tangle them up
in their fine-tuned plots.
3-4
The wicked are windbags,
the swindlers have foul breath.
The wicked snub God,
their noses stuck high in the air.
Their graffiti are scrawled on the walls:
"Catch us if you can!" "God is dead."
5-6
They care nothing for what you think;
if you get in their way, they blow you off.
They live (they think) a charmed life:
"We can't go wrong. This is our lucky year!"
7-8
They carry a mouthful of hexes,
their tongues spit venom like adders.
They hide behind ordinary people,
then pounce on their victims.
9
They mark the luckless,
then wait like a hunter in a blind;
When the poor wretch wanders too close,
they stab him in the back.
10-11
The hapless fool is kicked to the ground,
the unlucky victim is brutally axed.
He thinks God has dumped him,
he's sure that God is indifferent to his plight.
12-13
Time to get up, God-get moving.
The luckless think they're Godforsaken.
They wonder why the wicked scorn God
and get away with it,
Why the wicked are so cocksure
they'll never come up for audit.
14
But you know all about it-
the contempt, the abuse.
I dare to believe that the luckless
will get lucky someday in you.
You won't let them down:
orphans won't be orphans forever.
15-16
Break the wicked right arms,
break all the evil left arms.
Search and destroy
every sign of crime.
God's grace and order wins;
godlessness loses.
17-18
The victim's faint pulse picks up;
the hearts of the hopeless pump red blood
as you put your ear to their lips.
Orphans get parents,
the homeless get homes.
The reign of terror is over,
the rule of the gang lords is ended.
