NEW Categories on Riverside Peace

You will notice in the right column of my website Home page that there is a few new categories. This is because when I checked the number of posts in Christian Reads there were almost 100 posts there and other categories had less than 20 posts.

The new categories are as follows:
Christian Poetry
Christian Reads
Christian Devotions will remain as it always has and I thank those followers who have indicated that they use this category for their Sunday Devotion. I post a devotional post most Sundays, Sydney time. On the first Sunday of the month I post a Bible verse inspired poem and on the last Sunday I try to post a Christian article etc.

Also, Stellas Plight, my new short story. Chapters will be posted here over the next few months beginning in July.

Thank you to all my followers. Be blessed as you have blessed me.
Chrissy

Teen Reading

Out of the Shadows – Jenna’s Secret

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This is a novel about a girl who, at the brink of going too far, learns from her mistakes and from witnessing the devastating effects to those who crossed the line.

Note: Out-dated language has been revised for the modern teen reader.

Read more about this book on my Teen Novel page or go straight to the publisher to ORDER NOW!

 

Where Did I Leave My Humour?

Do you know where I left my humour? It must be around here somewhere. I had it yesterday. Im sure I did. How could I have lost my humour?

Its always been a part of me. Ive never gone anywhere without it. I have used it every day. Humour is one of those possessions I thought I would always have. How could I have lost it?

I could have left it in the fridge, like I misplace my cup of coffee yesterday. Perhaps its in the laundry cupboard or in the ironing basket. Surely I wouldnt have left it laying around for the dog to chew. Perhaps I left it under the bed. I havent looked there for days. Where could my humour be?

Probably its gone forever, like the coins that slipped through the hole in my purse. Maybe its gone down the kitchen sink, just like my favourite ring. I dont know why Id put it downnot even for a moment. Maybe its in the garden. I could have left it there when I found that poor dead bird. Or, did I leave it someplace else?

Perhaps I left my humour in my journal. Id been trying to hide my pain and cope alone. I didnt want to burden anyone with my misery, so I poured it out to God. It might be in my Bible, somewhere in the Psalms, possibly in chapter 23between the shadows of death and fearing no evil. But, why would I have left it there?

I checked my emails before I went to bed hoping I would find my humour there.

A stranger said Id made them laugh with a story I had written.

Wendy said she was missing me and I had always made her day.

A cute little puppy greeted me. He was on an eCard sent by a Val. It made me grin but it was the words that got to me: shoulders to lean on and hands to hold, hugs to comfort too.

Do you think my humour is closer than I think?

Wait one minute! It must be around here somewhere. Last night that movie made me laugh and I saw the funny side when hubby dropped his cookie into his cup of tea. My son gave me a picture book of elephants at the beach. Its amazing how some silly photos encourage you to smile. How could I have missed it?

Suddenly I realized I hadnt lost it. I had it all along. I guess its like a simple smileI just had to put it on.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

– a long time ago.

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My God, My God, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?

Both Matthew and Mark recorded these words cried out by Jesus on the cross. These same words occur interestingly enough in the opening verse of the Twenty Second Psalm. Yet neither Matthew nor Mark referred to them as a fulfilment of prophecy and after six hours of agony in body and soul on the cross, this cry escapes from our Saviours lips.

There were not many words spoken by Jesus while he was on the cross. The words He did say are recorded specifically.

His first words were Father forgive them, for they know not what they do—-a prayer for pardon.

His second proclamation made was a promise of peace.

Today you shall be with me in Paradise

His third decree was one of kindness to and for his mother.

Woman behold thy son.Son behold thy mother.

When the darkness had fallen, three last announcements where uttered. They followed in rapid succession.

I thirst

It is finished

Father into thy hands I commend my spirit

Then, there was this cry of sorrow.

My God, my God, why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?

There is something of extraordinary power and feeling in these words of Jesus on the Cross. This is obvious from the fact that both Matthew and Mark have diligently given the words in the language our Lord used.

Eli Eli, lama Sa-bach-thani

Nowhere else in Scripture do we find recurrence of these words except in the Twenty Second Psalm.When Jesus cried these words, he was expressing suffering that was never at any other time felt in this world and I believe, never will again.

To the historian, to the poet or to the theologian, the description and the language of these words in Psalms 22 might suggest it could have been either history or prophecy. However, the context of Psalm 22 is not clear either way.

Matthew and Mark may not have recognised the connection. However, Jesus, a learned scholar of the Scriptures from a very young age, would have known the Psalms well. He said many times through out His ministry it is written.

To the believer, nevertheless, this cry is a revelation of the deep suffering and anguishes our Saviour bore, and a proof of His infinite love for sinners.

It challenges us, with all the saints, to be strong to understand what is:

..the length and breadth and height and depth of the love of God

Ephesians 3 verses 18 & 19 KJV

If the cross is the fundamental Truth of the New Testament, this cry is the heart of this truth and its inmost expression. This is the Holy of Holies to the reverent reader of the story of the passion.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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They Parted His Garments

And when they had crucified him, they parted his garments, casting lots upon them, what every man should take. Mark 15:24

This stripping of Jesus was so appalling that it was referred to in all four Gospels.

Matthew, who observed that this occurrence was a fulfilment of Psalm 22:18 They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.

Mark, who himself fled naked from the mob in the garden.

Luke 23:34 Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. And they parted his raiment, and cast lots.

John also refers to the Psalm, as Matthew did, but also gives the most detail and accurate description of the whole agony of the crucifixion.

The Christ lived in purity and dignity of manhood. Almost all pictures of the crucifixion give us the view of a dignified Jesus. But one gospel records the scene They stripped Him, John said. Naked He came from His mothers womb, and naked He hangs from a tree.

Adam experienced the shame of nakedness in Eden because of his transgression. So too, the Son of God took our sinful flesh and the shame of our nakedness upon Himself.

I believe there were two elements to the crucifixion; one of the physical and the other of the mental suffering. Jesus was despised and rejected, even by His own friends. He was oppressed by sinners, held in contempt by the soldiers, cursed by men and stripped of His garments.

His garments. His seamless robe. A garment fit for a king. His clothing wouldnt have been a beggars rags.

But when I read Psalm 93:1 The LORD reigneth, he is clothed with majesty; the LORD is clothed with strength, wherewith he hath girded himself: the world also is stablished, that it cannot be moved. It puts a put a whole new perspective and horror to the story. They parted His garments and cast lots

穢 Chrissy Siggee

Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible

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Yesterdays Time Zone

Most of us possess several gifts from our Heavenly Father but are we making the most of them? We start each morning with great ambitions, but reminders of prior faults and inadequacies may cause us to neglect some gifts.

If we permit our failures to feed our disappointments, we cringe under their power. Moving onto other God-given gifts is a way of coping with disappointmentsand you might just achieve great things in other fields.

The pleasure of receiving a gift from God can often be overtaken by a hidden dread. Fear and rejection take control and the gift is dismissed, allowing yesterdays unfulfilled dreams to destroy todays visions.

Some of the most influential men in the Bible came from humble beginnings. Incredibly these God-fearing men questioned their ability, seeking signs and wonders from God to reassure them. They were all called to serve God and yet they all had every reason to disregard their purpose.

I am reminded of Peters denial of Jesus (Matthew 26:75). Just imagine where todays church would be had Peter focused on his failure. It change his life forever, yesbut the choice he made determine not only his, but also the Churchs future!

Gideon protested his shortcomings to God. After all, he was the least of his family in the Manasseh clan (Judges 6:15). The Lord told Gideon to go in His strength, but Gideon was still anxious that he wasnt the man for the job. Only after some incredible signs, did Gideon respond to his calling. How easily Gideons weaknesses could have kept him from overcoming?

Moses also required signs from God. He insisted that he was a man of poor speech (Exodus 4:10) and received a stinging rebuke!

Later, Moses went to Pharaoh to warn him to heed Gods words. Imagine if he gave up after the first, second or even third attempt! Moses could have also allowed his past experience with Pharaoh to prevent him from achieving Gods purposes.

At times we need mind-changing experiences, but do we always need God to give us signs because of our disappointments and weaknesses? Many conceal a gift because of fear of failure or rejection. An unused or neglected gift from God becomes void of its function. The splendour of a gift is in its use.

Today can be the beginning of a courageous journey. Explore beyond your past into expectations and hope. Its time to stop living in yesterdays time zone and go forth today, into the promises of tomorrow.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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A Melody Set Free

Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are色

Darkness had become Emmas life since the accident. The impact had left her permanently blind. The loss of her only child was the greatest burden to bear. Nothing would console her aching heart. No one could help relieve her pain. Not even James, who had sat by her bed through all the weeks of recovery, could comfort her.

True, it was not her fault. Emma had pulled to a stop at the intersection when the lights had changed from amber to red. She could still hear three year old Kate singing her favourite nursery rhyme from her child safety seat in the back of the family car. The truck had come through the red light opposite and swerved to miss a motorcycle. The truck had lost control and veered directly into Emmas car, slamming it into the car behind. The collision had also crushed her car into a van parked beside her, near the kerb.

There wasnt much she could remember of the accident itself, except for the melody of her childs song resounding in her ears. Emma hadnt even been aware her sweet young daughter had been laid to rest until she awoke from her coma three weeks later. It had been the same distressing morning she had discovered she would never again, gaze into the eyes of her beloved husband. Her heart ached so much she thought she would die.

It must have worried James to see her this way. Even after weeks of counselling and rehabilitation, she never smiled. One Sunday after the sermon, her mother led her to the kitchen area at the back of the church, where coffee was being served. James told Emma he needed to speak to their pastor and it was some time before he returned to take her home.

The following morning James stayed home a little later then usual.

‘Im waiting for a delivery,’ he explained to Emma over breakfast.

Emma heard the door bell first and edged her way to the front door, using her cane along the walls to guide her. James came to her side, and with an arm around her waist, he directed her to the front door.

‘Its here. Where do you want us to put it?’

Emma didnt recognize the cheerful voice. She assumed it was a just a delivery man. James led her to a chair in the lounge room so she would not be in harms way. James kissed her briefly, preventing her from asking any questions. ‘Wait here a moment, honey.’

‘This way!’ James called.

Emma could hear furniture being dragged across the carpeted floor. Muffled sounds came closer as James gave directions into the room. It was obviously no small package.

Excitement crept into Emmas emotions. ‘What is it James? Please tell me.’

A few moments later, James thanked the delivery men and closed the front door.

‘James?’

Without answering, James led Emma across the room to a long, flat stool and gently pulled her down to sit beside him. He reached for her hands and placed them gently on the keyboard. Her hands drew back.

‘A piano?’ Emma was puzzled.

‘Play for me?’ he asked softly.

‘But how can I see what I’m playing?’

James helped her adjust the stool so she could comfortably reach the keys. Gently lifting one of her hands, he helped her strike the keys. They both laughed and together they played a melody using two fingers. The words came easily.

Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are色

Emma began to cry and hugged her husband closely. She knew he had been conscious of her the pain. It would be the foundation of her healing, a healing of the heart.

Emma continues to play her piano. She is a songwriter and sings at their family church. A new melody echoes in her heart. A melody of Gods grace and love.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

[Author of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star: Unknown Public domain]

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