PIXEL OR PICTURE
Sunday, July 16, 2017
Matthew
chapter 16 … When Jesus came
into the coasts of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, saying, Whom do men say that I the Son of man am? And they
said, Some say that thou art John the Baptist:
some, Elias; and others, Jeremias, or one of the prophets. He saith unto them, But whom say ye that I am? And Simon Peter answered
and said, Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God. And Jesus answered
and said unto him, Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona: for
flesh and blood hath not revealed it
unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven. And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this
rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against
it. And I will give unto thee the keys of the
kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in
heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.
Then charged he his disciples that they should tell no man that he was Jesus
the Christ. From that time forth began Jesus to shew unto his disciples, how
that he must go unto Jerusalem, and suffer many things of the elders and chief
priests and scribes, and be killed, and be raised again the third day. Then
Peter took him, and began to rebuke him, saying, Be it far from thee, Lord:
this shall not be unto thee. But he turned, and said unto Peter, Get thee behind me, Satan: thou art an offence unto me: for
thou savourest not the things that be of God, but those that be of men. [Mk.8:27-38; Lk.4:4-8; Phil. Chapter 3]
I read history,
nonfiction and fiction. I do not however consider myself even an amateur historian.
My motive is not to mentally compile facts and figures, but to gain insight on
life past, active enduring current results and influence, and maybe a bit of
glimpsing and thereby preparing for the future. I’ve held this attitude from
earliest memory, consequently formal history classes were a love/hate matter
for me. Details matter. This I will not argue, but I am interested in the big
picture that shapes our thinking unto this day . . . and how as with Peter we
may fleetingly see the big picture and yet suffer hindering limited vision as
we focus on a pixel.
As I read and
study God’s Word I pray for heightened view of life, death, and resurrection.
EBB4
PS. Grandmother McGee would say Peter couldn’t see the
forest for the trees.
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