Thursday, January 29, 2015

Powder And Paint

Come, sit, and enjoy a cup of tea or coffee in the comfort of the Lord:  "Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamour and evil speaking be put away from you with all malice."  Ephesians  4:31

    "... the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price."
                                                                                                                                  I Peter  3:4

     Good morning, ladies!  I do hope you had a good beauty sleep and are ready to be witnesses for Jesus today.  I suppose you spent considerable time n the "powder room" before the  mirror and wasn't it a problem to decide what you were to wear today?  Will it be this dress or that one?  My suede shoes or those open-toed red ones?  Now sit down a moment and let me ask you:  How much time did you take to make yourself attractive to the people you expect to meet today?  But have you taken time to make yourself attractive and acceptable in God's sight?  Peter warns against the extremes of dress and jewelry and cosmetics.  There is no wrong in being well-dressed and clean.  God does not want us to be "sloppy" and "tacky."  But it must be modest.  Are the clothes you wear today such as become a child of God, or the fashions of the world?  Peter says,  "Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting of apparel."  Peter is warning against the danger of extremes and living only for the outward.  Dare to be different!  With all your make-up, will people suspect you are a child of God?

     Little Tommy looked at some movies and saw a tribe of Indians painting their faces, and asked his mother the significance of this.  "Indians," his mother answered, "always paint their faces before going on the warpath - before scalping, and tomahawking, and murdering."

     The next evening after dinner, as the mother entertained her daughter's young man in the parlor, Tommy rushed downstairs, wide-eyed with fright.  "Come on, Mother!"  he cried.  "Let's get out quick!  Sister is going on the warpath!"

     The fashion of this world passeth away.

"Bread For Each Day"


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