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Today's reading is from 哥林多後書 11章2節

我為你們起的憤恨,原是神那樣的憤恨.

Ok...我必須承認, 我一開始讀這篇的時候, 就卡在今天的金句上面. 憤恨...好強烈的字眼..不懂

所以我跑去翻了現代中文譯版: 我愛你們到了嫉妒的程度, 像上帝對你們一樣.

也去讀了Contemp English version: I am jealous for you, just as God is.

現代中文譯本似乎比較能讓我理解這句話是甚麼意思...but not quite..是上帝的愛嗎?

所以我跑去查解經書

以下做節錄:

〔文意註解〕「我為你們起的憤恨，原是神那樣的憤恨，」『憤恨』在原文是指因愛而不能容忍對方不正常光景的嫉妒，故可稱作『妒愛』；『神那樣的憤恨』按原文是『神的妒愛』。保羅所無法忍受的不是他被哥林多信徒捨棄，而是他們中間有些人受了假師傅的迷惑，以致丟棄了對基督該有的純潔信心，令他為神起了一種又愛又妒的感覺。

看了之後, 對憤恨的理解有比較深刻的了解...原來...是因為有很多很多愛才會導致那樣的嫉妒...

那是不是也可以解釋作, 因為即使我們有時候離棄了神, 相信了那些假使徒, 而上帝依然愛我們才導致保羅對我們有這樣的嫉妒?! (這個可能要去問一下)

但白話一點來講, 就是上帝很愛我們.

其實神跟我們的關係是很personal的. 就像很多音樂人, 基本上他們不能容許別人碰他們心愛的樂器. 如果我們一直跟神保持心靈相通, 保持良好的關係, 我們自然不會背棄神...詛咒神...

沒有一個樂器, 是可以在不被調整的狀態下, 發出天籟悅耳的聲音. 而相對的, 要發出美好的聲音, 我們是要忍受那痛苦的調整過程.

有時候, 我們怠惰使我們的心弦鬆弛...

有時候, 我們感到痛苦因為那心弦被其他的事情索綁住..

我相信, 只要經由我們發出的聲音, 不管是多麼微小, 上帝都會聽到...

祂會來幫我們調整...使我們發出悅耳的聲音.

今天的內容, 使我想到在2006年, 讀書會放的一首歌

The Touch of the Master's Hand

http://www.atthewell.com/touch/touch_low.wma

It was battered and scarred,

And the auctioneer thought ithardly worth his while

To waste much 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 dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"

"Two dollars, who makes it three?"

"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

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 the 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 Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune

All battered and scarred with sin
Is auctioned cheap to a thankless world

Much like that old violin.

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 Masters' Hand.

不要忘記了, 我們始終是上帝寶貝的那隻琴


我們不一定要每天貼啊
有感動才要貼~~~~
盡力就好 不要有壓力囉