Christian Faith Ink

  The Vision The dust of the marketplace settled thickly on Eliav's sandals, mirroring the unsettled dust in his heart. Around him, the cacophony of commerce roared – merchants hawking wares, buyers haggling, the clatter of coins a constant, grating reminder of what he felt he lacked. Eliav was a potter; his hands were skilled, and his creations were sturdy and beautiful. Yet, contentment was as elusive as a perfectly symmetrical vase on a wobbly wheel. The Pain He watched Reuben, the weaver, proudly display vibrant, expensive fabrics. He heard Matthias, the metalsmith, counting a heavy pouch of denarii. A familiar anxiety gnawed at him. Was his work enough? Would he provide? The future felt like unformed clay – shapeless and uncertain. Fear, that unwelcome guest, sat heavily in his soul. The Promise That evening, weary, Eliav sat beneath the olive tree in his small courtyard. The sun cast a rainbow across the sky, which he often tried to capture in his...

  " He who has knowledge spares his words, and  a man of understanding is of a calm spirit. 28   a fool is counted wise when he holds his peace; When   he shuts his lips,   he is considered   perceptiv e . ".  Prov 17:27-28 (NJKV) Bustling city   A World Filled With Noise   In the bustling city of Echo Park, where the streets repeat the whispers of truths from days gone by, two neighbors lived: Ezra and Oliva. Ezra was known for his thoughtful demeanor, often sitting at the town's crossroads, listening intently to the tales of passersby. On the other hand, Oliva was a chatterbox, her words flowing like a river, carrying wisdom and folly in equal measure. The Power of Resistance & Understanding One bright morning, as the sun painted the sky with a tinge of gold, Ezra and Oliva found themselves in a conversation beneath the shade of a towering oak tree. With her animated gestures and lively expressions, Olivia regaled Ezra with s...

    The Stone's Silent Question The silence stretched, thick and heavy. A calm and steady voice came from heaven's passageway:  He, without sin! One by one, the rocks slipped out of the hand of her accuser:  The ripple effect is not water but a contrite spirit full of regret and sadness. Etched on each stone is a question  carrying a negative name- They quietly walked away, feeling shame, guilt, and pain for their behavior. Redemption, a whispered promise, hung like a threadbare tapestry,  its colors muted by doubt and despair.  It was a covenant, broken and mended like shattered glass pieced back together,  the cracks still  visible,  shimmering with the ghost of what was.   But today, it is a testament to God's forgiveness for  humanity.

The Scene Unveiled Narrated by Creator John 8:5-11 NKJV Why Was She Being Stoned?   Her skin absorbed the courtyard dust and grit, but her shriveled hands and face contrasted sharply. "Adulteress!" A jagged stone made of words tore through the air before the crowd erupted into a roar. Suddenly, A chilling and cutting fear sliced through her burning cheeks filled with shame. Her vision was obscured due to age, and intense sunlight combined blurred her sight. The stones spread across the ground appeared to laugh at her misery while each represented instant death. The Law and It s E nforcers According to Jewish law, adultery represented a serious crime that resulted in the penalty of stoning. The Pharisees and scribes showed no primary interest in justice. This woman served as a tool for the scribes and Pharisees who aimed to trap Jesus. Their behavior demonstrated that their hearts were entirely devoted to legalism and completely lacked compassion. They sought to discover wheth...

Finding Your Peace Written by Creator Breathe deep;  breathe, the world can wait; Allow peace to guide you into a meditative state. Listen to your heartbeat. External noises will fade away. So, breathe as your spirit settles; Find your center, a quiet place; calm the mind, where worries sleep. As tensions softly start to cease. Relax and find your inner peace. Whispers in the quiet air, Ah, meditation's gentle prayer. Thoughts like clouds drift slowly by, Calm descends from the azure sky. Release the grip of anxious hold; Now, slowly exhale and let go. The present moment, clear and bright, Meditation's guiding light. No past to haunt, no future  call, Calm embrace, encompassing all. Find solace in the here and now. Be still and know that God is God, Let your spirit breathe. ***************************************************************** Final Thoughts 💬 One day, as I was going through a personal crisis, it seemed like peace was nowhere to be found. At that moment, I o...