Monday, June 25, 2012

5 Countries You Need To Visit Sooner Rather Than Later

5 Countries You Need To Visit Sooner Rather Than Later
Mexico
China
Japan
Croatia
Scotlandhttp://www.investopedia.com/financial-edge/0612/5-Countries-You-Need-T

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Lot's Wife



 
 GENESIS 19:23-26
23 By the time Lot reached Zoar, the sun had risen over the land. 24 Then the Lord rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah —from the Lord out of the heavens. 25 Thus he overthrew those cities and the entire plain, destroying all those living in the cities—and also the vegetation in the land. 26 But Lot’s wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.

 Here is a beautiful poem depicting the consequences of crucial choices or decisions we sometimes make in our lives under most demanding situations.Lot's wife despite the escape from the horrendous situations and the repeated warnings from the angels, could not stand looking back, she was not bound for the unknown future that God had kept for her family, after this great escape,perhaps she was the reason in convincing Lot in settling at Sodom and Gommorah in the first place.

I find myself sometimes like her, knowing fully well the dangers iam attracted to look back, how many times , i find myself being chastened by the inner quiet voice of the Holy Spirit, the situation may not be this crucial as in above story, but in day to day life , the choices we make, are the ones having the rippling effect on the far greater consequential choice.

-Ruth Joyful

Lot's Wife

                 
by Anna Akhmatova
translated by Max Hayward and Stanley Kunitz

And the just man trailed God's shining agent,
over a black mountain, in his giant track,
while a restless voice kept harrying his woman:
"It's not too late, you can still look back

at the red towers of your native Sodom,
the square where once you sang, the spinning-shed,
at the empty windows set in the tall house
where sons and daughters blessed your marriage-bed."

A single glance: a sudden dart of pain
stitching her eyes before she made a sound . . .
Her body flaked into transparent salt,
and her swift legs rooted to the ground.

Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem
too insignificant for our concern?
Yet in my heart I never will deny her,
who suffered death because she chose to turn.