I’ve made my bed, now what (3)

Two others, who were criminals, were led away to be put to death with him (Jesus of Nazareth AD 30 Jerusalem). And when they came to the place that is called The Skull, there they crucified him, and the criminals, one on his right and one on his left. And Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” And they cast lots to divide his garments. And the people stood by, watching, but the rulers scoffed at him, saying, “He saved others; let him save himself, if he is the Christ of God, his Chosen One!” The soldiers also mocked him, coming up and offering him sour wine and saying, “If you are the King of the Jews, save yourself!” There was also an inscription over him, “This is the King of the Jews.” One of the criminals who were hanged railed at him, saying, “Are you not the Christ? Save yourself and us!” But the other rebuked him, saying, “Do you not fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? And we indeed justly, for we are receiving the due reward of our deeds; but this man has done nothing wrong.” And he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” And he said to him, “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise.” Luke 23: 32-43

It was battered and scarred, And the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while To waste his time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile. "What am I bid, good people", he cried, "Who starts the bidding for me?" "One pound, one pound, Do I hear two?" "Two pounds, who makes it three?" "Three pounds once, three pounds twice, going for three."
.	‘Man is indeed lost, but that does not mean that he is nothing.’ (Francis Schaeffer, philosopher and pastor, 1912-1984)
But no, From the room far back a gray bearded man Came forward and picked up the bow, Then wiping the dust from the old violin And tightening up the strings, He played a melody, pure and sweet As sweet as an angel sings. The music ceased and the auctioneer With a voice that was quiet and low, Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?" As he held it aloft with its bow. "One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?" "Two thousand, who makes it three?" "Three thousand once, three thousand twice, Going and gone", said he. The audience cheered, But some of them cried, "We just don't understand." "What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply, "The Touch of the Master’s Hand." And many a man with life out of tune And battered and scarred by sin Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd Much like that old violin.
.	‘Man, made in the image of God, has a purpose – to be in relationship to God, the God who is there. Man forgets his purpose and thus he forgets who he is and what life means.’ (Francis Schaeffer, philosopher and pastor, 1912-1984)
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine, A game and he travels on. He is going once, he is going twice, He is going and almost gone. But the Master comes, And the foolish crowd never can quite understand, The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought By the Touch of the Master’s Hand. Myra Brooks Welch (1877 – 1959)

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