Contemplations

PSALM 139:13-18 IN RHYME You created my inmost being; You knit me in my mother's womb. I am fearfully and wonderfully made; In your heart I have my own room. When I was made in the secret place, It was you who formed my frame. I was woven in the depths of the earth; For that, I praise your name. Your eyes saw my unformed body, Before one of my days came to be. My days were written in your book; You’ve always known about me. Your thoughts are precious to me, O God! Like the grains of sand by each sea. How vast is the sum of them! And yet you think of me. Test me and know my own thoughts; Search me and know my heart. See if I am offending you, And may we never part. Becky Wall  

THE LAST DAYS Matthew 24 - 1 Jesus left the temple and was walking away when his disciples came up to him to call his attention to its buildings. 2 “Do you see all these things?” he asked. “Truly I tell you, not one stone here will be left on another; every one will be thrown down.” 3 As Jesus was sitting on the Mount of Olives, the disciples came to him privately. “Tell us,” they said, “when will this happen, and what will be the sign of your coming and of the end of the age?” 4 Jesus answered: “Watch out that no one deceives you. 5 For many will come in my name, claiming, ‘I am the Messiah,’ and will deceive many. 6 You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. 7 Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. 8 All these are the beginning of birth pains. 9 “Then you will be handed over to be persecuted and put to death, and