Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday. A lot of people would hear that and say "oh, that's the Sunday before Easter". But it's so so much more then that!! The triumphant entry, the Passover, Jesus before Pilate. This is what comes to my mind as I think of Palm Sunday, but it's still so much more then  that! Palm Sunday is when Jesus chose to take the road he knew would lead to his death. He chose it for me. Even as he told his disciples to untie the colt, even as the people were cheering, even as he seemed "accepted", Jesus wept. He wept over Jerusalem who had rejected their Messiah, who had been given the most indescribable gift, yet turned it down because he  wasn't what they wanted. He wept over his people, his chosen people who were to busy with themselves and their lives to make time for him.  Sure, if they could benefit from him, from his miracles, they were all for it.But when it came to eternal things, they simply turned away. I know that can be something I struggle with as well. It's so easy to pray when we want something or someone is in trouble, but how much do we spend time with Jesus in our day to day lives?  His people rejected him, still, he was willing to die for them. He was willing to die for me! Because of his love for us, he was willing to bear the penalty of our sin. He chose the road to the cross that day when he entered Jerusalem. And that is what Palm Sunday is about! Jesus chose the road he knew would lead to his capture and death so that we could be free from the bondage of sin!
Romans 5:6-8  For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly.For scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die. But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.

Book Review---Romantic Expressions--book 3

Hey everyone! It's been waaay to long since I did one of these. :)  Don't worry, I'm not doing a review on a romance novel! We have our spring recital next Friday and, for a change, I thought I'd do a review on a piano book. This is an intermediate level piano book and the song's are really, really pretty!
If you (or anyone you know) plays piano, it is defiantly a book I would recommend! The pieces are simple, but they are enjoyable even if you are at a more advanced level.
The song I'm playing is called "Hills of Purple Heather" and I love it because it has a celtic-y sound. ;) I also really, really love "Shadows at sunset". . .it's beautiful!
These are also perfect to play as background music. Here is a video I found on youtube that has all the songs from the book being played

Every time the pictures changes, a different song is played. Here are the titles in the order they are played.
1. Springtime in my heart
2. Moonlight Reverie
3. Winter Splendor
4. Faded dreams
5. Hills of purple Heather
6. To Catch a dream
7. Shadows at sunset
8. Enchanted Waterfall

A song and verse for the weekend--Stand up, stand up for Jesus

Ephesians 6:12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

A song and verse for the weekend--What wondrous love is this

John 15:13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

A song and verse for the weekend---Amazing Grace/My chains are gone

Ephesians 2:8-9

 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:  Not of works, lest any man should boast.         

                     

Book Review--The Eleventh Hour

Author: Michael Philips

Genre: Historical fiction

Description:

n 1930’s pre-war Prussia, Baron von Dortmann lives an idyllic life with his daughter Sabina. A devoted gardener and father, the Baron teaches his daughter powerful lessons about life, creation, and God’s love during treasured walks in the estate’s beautiful gardens.

But Sabina is growing up, and the Baron’s beloved Prussia is changing. Now a beautiful young woman, Sabina has caught the eye of a handsome young American, Matthew as well as their neighbor, Gustuv. Meanwhile, a cloud is gathering on the horizon as the Nazis seize power in neighboring Germany. As he strives to protect his family and follow his own moral compass, Baron von Dortmann will face heart-wrenching decisions—with only God’s guidance to light the way.

I love, love, love, LOVE this book! Seriously, I can't say how much I love it!! It's a really good book. There are a couple scenes that are graphic/violent, but other then that it is defiantly a book I would recommend. I love how it's the whole family involved throughout the book, the strong christian values/message that's upheld throughout the book, and the father's guidance through the entire book. Anyway, I just can't say how much I love it! ;)

Write this piece winner

Hey everyone! I only had one entry this time. . .and I LOVED it :D Thanks for entering, Rebekah! And great job ;) It went perfectly with the music!

Hidden Refuge--By Rebekah Eddy
“Open up!”
Those words, spoken in a heavily German accent, jerked me from my dreams. I glanced over at my wife next to me, and her eyes fluttered open as well. Our worst dreams were coming real. I found her hand under the covers and she squeezed reassuringly. Both our hands were ice cold in fear.
I stumbled over to the door, trying to appear like an innocent citizen, just awoken from peaceful slumber, and opened it after breathing a quick prayer.
Three German soldiers pushed me aside and entered our home. It was obvious what they were searching for: obviously, someone had discovered that my wife and I were secretly keeping a Jewish mother and her two children in our home. I didn’t know how that had been found out, we had been very careful, but somehow it was known.
God, I prayed again, protect those Jews, blind the German’s while they search. Keep them safe. They are in your hands.
My wife came and stood next to me, and on the outside she looked perfectly calm. I never felt so proud of my wife; she seemed to know exactly how to handle these soldiers.
“Would any of you soldiers like some coffee?” She asked, as if they were guests, not intruders. The Germans were obviously surprised, but still refused gruffly and continued their search. So my wife made me a cup of coffee and sat down on our couch.
After several minutes, which went by so slowly for my wife and me, the Germans found nothing and left disappointed.
Once the door closed behind the soldiers, we both sank to our knees and thanked God. Confident that He had protected those Jews for us.