The Manna and the Stone

A Theological and Practical Journal of Bible Presbyterians

Author: Tammy Peters

What Happened to Their Alabaster Jar?

I don’t know the weight of grief these three women had—

Who went on a mission to anoint Christ’s crucified body.

I don’t know the depth of sorrow of their tortured souls.

I don’t know the desperate need to touch Him one more time

To relieve their aching pain.

I don’t know the cost—actual, tangible cost—of the spices these women expended.

I don’t know what happened to their perfumed treasure.

But what I do know is when they arrived in the dawning of the first day,

The stone was rolled away.

As the shades of light brought clarity to the early hours,

So, the morning’s discoveries revealed an empty tomb.

The need to anoint His body was no more.

The mission to honor the dead became a mission to declare life.

The oil of sorrow—Now the oil of joy.

But wait—

What happened to their alabaster jar?

Ah—do you not know?

It still overflows as a beloved tribute arousing our senses today–

To some, it is an odor accosting the soul

With the enormity of death.

While, to others, it is a life-giving, fragrance diffusing

His weight of glory.

Trust Me

As Christ made His way to the temple that last week of his life, he seemed to say trust me to everything and everyone he passed. (Inspired by Mark 11) Continue reading

My Dire Need of an Offensive Cross

The cross is an offence to me.

It stands in direct

Contrast to all that

I cherish–

That is the love of myself.

Is it really necessary?

Can I not step to the left or the right?

Must I really accept what it represents?

It seems to cry out that I need a Savior.

It emphasizes that

I am a sinner unable to come to God

Without His grace.

It points out that I am dead

And there is no hope without it.

It stands heralding that without it my destination

Is hell.

It plainly proclaims that without it

I can never know the

One true God.

Oh, how my life is so empty without it,

So meaningless without it,

So dead without it.

I am greatly offended by the cross.

Come Lord Jesus,

I’m in desperate need

Of being offended

By Your Cross.

I am in dire need of You!

A Prayer of Praise

(Inspired by Psalm 100)

A joyous, glorious, rapturous cry make unto the Lord Most High,

A shout of adoration do all the nations make.

Come, serve, and worship the Lord with gladness,

With a sacred joy,

With a heart of mirth,

With a soul of praise.

God alone is Lord; know this.

He can create and destroy,

Craft and disrupt,

Cover and displace.

His sovereign power formed man from a clod of mud and

Breathed life into him.

We are like His ignorant sheep

Needing care,

Needing constant tending,

Needing to be found when lost.

Our feeble frames He knows and sustains.

What could we possibly say or do or will

to even bring the honor due to His name?

Gates thronged with cries of joy,

With songs of thanksgiving,

With utterances of praises.

All tongues articulate a language framed to glorify Him and

Fill the courts with eternal praise

For the LORD is good.

His grace and mercy is vast beyond the measure of time and

His truth is firm beyond the

Line of human seed.