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Addisoin Gethers [email protected] [email protected] Messenger contact window live messenger: oag1rot...@hotmail aim: durangoadd64 skype id: cowboys62 yahoo id: OADDISONGETHERS ----- Original Message ----- From: "Donnie Parrett" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, June 10, 2009 4:04 PM Subject: Daily Bible Reading For Thursday June 11 > Psalm 36-40 (The Message) > > Psalm 36 > A David Psalm > 1-4 The God-rebel tunes in to sedition- all ears, eager to sin. > He has no regard for God, > he stands insolent before him. > He has smooth-talked himself > into believing > That his evil > will never be noticed. > Words gutter from his mouth, > dishwater dirty. > Can't remember when he > did anything decent. > Every time he goes to bed, > he fathers another evil plot. > When he's loose on the streets, > nobody's safe. > He plays with fire > and doesn't care who gets burned. > > 5-6 God's love is meteoric, > his loyalty astronomic, > His purpose titanic, > his verdicts oceanic. > Yet in his largeness > nothing gets lost; > Not a man, not a mouse, > slips through the cracks. > > 7-9 How exquisite your love, O God! > How eager we are to run under your wings, > To eat our fill at the banquet you spread > as you fill our tankards with Eden spring water. > You're a fountain of cascading light, > and you open our eyes to light. > > 10-12 Keep on loving your friends; > do your work in welcoming hearts. > Don't let the bullies kick me around, > the moral midgets slap me down. > Send the upstarts sprawling > flat on their faces in the mud. > Psalm 37 > A David Psalm > 1-2 Don't bother your head with braggarts or wish you could succeed like > the wicked. > In no time they'll shrivel like grass clippings > and wilt like cut flowers in the sun. > > 3-4 Get insurance with God and do a good deed, > settle down and stick to your last. > Keep company with God, > get in on the best. > > 5-6 Open up before God, keep nothing back; > he'll do whatever needs to be done: > He'll validate your life in the clear light of day > and stamp you with approval at high noon. > > 7 Quiet down before God, > be prayerful before him. > Don't bother with those who climb the ladder, > who elbow their way to the top. > > 8-9 Bridle your anger, trash your wrath, > cool your pipes-it only makes things worse. > Before long the crooks will be bankrupt; > God-investors will soon own the store. > > 10-11 Before you know it, the wicked will have had it; > you'll stare at his once famous place and-nothing! > Down-to-earth people will move in and take over, > relishing a huge bonanza. > > 12-13 Bad guys have it in for the good guys, > obsessed with doing them in. > But God isn't losing any sleep; to him > they're a joke with no punch line. > > 14-15 Bullies brandish their swords, > pull back on their bows with a flourish. > They're out to beat up on the harmless, > or mug that nice man out walking his dog. > A banana peel lands them flat on their faces- > slapstick figures in a moral circus. > > 16-17 Less is more and more is less. > One righteous will outclass fifty wicked, > For the wicked are moral weaklings > but the righteous are God-strong. > > 18-19 God keeps track of the decent folk; > what they do won't soon be forgotten. > In hard times, they'll hold their heads high; > when the shelves are bare, they'll be full. > > 20 God-despisers have had it; > God's enemies are finished- > Stripped bare like vineyards at harvest time, > vanished like smoke in thin air. > > 21-22 Wicked borrows and never returns; > Righteous gives and gives. > Generous gets it all in the end; > Stingy is cut off at the pass. > > 23-24 Stalwart walks in step with God; > his path blazed by God, he's happy. > If he stumbles, he's not down for long; > God has a grip on his hand. > > 25-26 I once was young, now I'm a graybeard- > not once have I seen an abandoned believer, > or his kids out roaming the streets. > Every day he's out giving and lending, > his children making him proud. > > 27-28 Turn your back on evil, > work for the good and don't quit. > God loves this kind of thing, > never turns away from his friends. > > 28-29 Live this way and you've got it made, > but bad eggs will be tossed out. > The good get planted on good land > and put down healthy roots. > > 30-31 Righteous chews on wisdom like a dog on a bone, > rolls virtue around on his tongue. > His heart pumps God's Word like blood through his veins; > his feet are as sure as a cat's. > > 32-33 Wicked sets a watch for Righteous, > he's out for the kill. > God, alert, is also on watch- > Wicked won't hurt a hair of his head. > > 34 Wait passionately for God, > don't leave the path. > He'll give you your place in the sun > while you watch the wicked lose it. > > 35-36 I saw Wicked bloated like a toad, > croaking pretentious nonsense. > The next time I looked there was nothing- > a punctured bladder, vapid and limp. > > 37-38 Keep your eye on the healthy soul, > scrutinize the straight life; > There's a future > in strenuous wholeness. > But the willful will soon be discarded; > insolent souls are on a dead-end street. > > 39-40 The spacious, free life is from God, > it's also protected and safe. > God-strengthened, we're delivered from evil- > when we run to him, he saves us. > Psalm 38 > A David Psalm > 1-2 Take a deep breath, God; calm down- don't be so hasty with your > punishing rod. > Your sharp-pointed arrows of rebuke draw blood; > my backside smarts from your caning. > > 3-4 I've lost twenty pounds in two months > because of your accusation. > My bones are brittle as dry sticks > because of my sin. > I'm swamped by my bad behavior, > collapsed under gunnysacks of guilt. > > 5-8 The cuts in my flesh stink and grow maggots > because I've lived so badly. > And now I'm flat on my face > feeling sorry for myself morning to night. > All my insides are on fire, > my body is a wreck. > I'm on my last legs; I've had it- > my life is a vomit of groans. > > 9-16 Lord, my longings are sitting in plain sight, > my groans an old story to you. > My heart's about to break; > I'm a burned-out case. > Cataracts blind me to God and good; > old friends avoid me like the plague. > My cousins never visit, > my neighbors stab me in the back. > My competitors blacken my name, > devoutly they pray for my ruin. > But I'm deaf and mute to it all, > ears shut, mouth shut. > I don't hear a word they say, > don't speak a word in response. > What I do, God, is wait for you, > wait for my Lord, my God-you will answer! > I wait and pray so they won't laugh me off, > won't smugly strut off when I stumble. > > 17-20 I'm on the edge of losing it- > the pain in my gut keeps burning. > I'm ready to tell my story of failure, > I'm no longer smug in my sin. > My enemies are alive and in action, > a lynch mob after my neck. > I give out good and get back evil > from God-haters who can't stand a God-lover. > > 21-22 Don't dump me, God; > my God, don't stand me up. > Hurry and help me; > I want some wide-open space in my life! > Psalm 39 > A David Psalm > 1-3 I'm determined to watch steps and tongue so they won't land me in > trouble. > I decided to hold my tongue > as long as Wicked is in the room. > "Mum's the word," I said, and kept quiet. > But the longer I kept silence > The worse it got- > my insides got hotter and hotter. > My thoughts boiled over; > I spilled my guts. > > 4-6 "Tell me, what's going on, God? > How long do I have to live? > Give me the bad news! > You've kept me on pretty short rations; > my life is string too short to be saved. > Oh! we're all puffs of air. > Oh! we're all shadows in a campfire. > Oh! we're just spit in the wind. > We make our pile, and then we leave it. > > 7-11 "What am I doing in the meantime, Lord? > Hoping, that's what I'm doing-hoping > You'll save me from a rebel life, > save me from the contempt of dunces. > I'll say no more, I'll shut my mouth, > since you, Lord, are behind all this. > But I can't take it much longer. > When you put us through the fire > to purge us from our sin, > our dearest idols go up in smoke. > Are we also nothing but smoke? > > 12-13 "Ah, God, listen to my prayer, my > cry-open your ears. > Don't be callous; > just look at these tears of mine. > I'm a stranger here. I don't know my way- > a migrant like my whole family. > Give me a break, cut me some slack > before it's too late and I'm out of here." > Psalm 40 > A David Psalm > 1-3 I waited and waited and waited for God. At last he looked; finally he > listened. > He lifted me out of the ditch, > pulled me from deep mud. > He stood me up on a solid rock > to make sure I wouldn't slip. > He taught me how to sing the latest God-song, > a praise-song to our God. > More and more people are seeing this: > they enter the mystery, > abandoning themselves to God. > > 4-5 Blessed are you who give yourselves over to God, > turn your backs on the world's "sure thing," > ignore what the world worships; > The world's a huge stockpile > of God-wonders and God-thoughts. > Nothing and no one > comes close to you! > I start talking about you, telling what I know, > and quickly run out of words. > Neither numbers nor words > account for you. > > 6 Doing something for you, bringing something to you- > that's not what you're after. > Being religious, acting pious- > that's not what you're asking for. > You've opened my ears > so I can listen. > > 7-8 So I answered, "I'm coming. > I read in your letter what you wrote about me, > And I'm coming to the party > you're throwing for me." > That's when God's Word entered my life, > became part of my very being. > > 9-10 I've preached you to the whole congregation, > I've kept back nothing, God-you know that. > I didn't keep the news of your ways > a secret, didn't keep it to myself. > I told it all, how dependable you are, how thorough. > I didn't hold back pieces of love and truth > For myself alone. I told it all, > let the congregation know the whole story. > > 11-12 Now God, don't hold out on me, > don't hold back your passion. > Your love and truth > are all that keeps me together. > When troubles ganged up on me, > a mob of sins past counting, > I was so swamped by guilt > I couldn't see my way clear. > More guilt in my heart than hair on my head, > so heavy the guilt that my heart gave out. > > 13-15 Soften up, God, and intervene; > hurry and get me some help, > So those who are trying to kidnap my soul > will be embarrassed and lose face, > So anyone who gets a kick out of making me miserable > will be heckled and disgraced, > So those who pray for my ruin > will be booed and jeered without mercy. > > 16-17 But all who are hunting for you- > oh, let them sing and be happy. > Let those who know what you're all about > tell the world you're great and not quitting. > And me? I'm a mess. I'm nothing and have nothing: > make something of me. > You can do it; you've got what it takes- > but God, don't put it off. > > > > > > > Please join us on Skype Monday thru Friday at 8:00 EST for our Morning > Skype Prayer Time. > > > Contact Me At: > Donnie Parrett > 1956 Asa Flat Road > Annville, Kentucky 40402 > Home Phone: 606-364-3321 > Church Phone: 606-364-PRAY > Skype Name: Donnie1261 > Email: [email protected] > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Deaf-Blind Inspirational Life Group" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/DBILG?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
