The Christian fish symbol was made popular on bumper stickers so many know of it. As a result quite a few know of its use by persecuted believers. But far fewer know its meaning.

http://gospelgifs.com/clips/clips3/art1115.htm
And here is a good youtube explaining the eight spoke wheel and letters www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ydx3OMNzfP8
Jesus Christ God’s Son our Savior Mt1:21,16:16; Lk1:35; Jn1:41 By His blood we have found favor Heb 9:11-14; Eph 1:7 Undeserved, so more we savor I Cor 6:20; Rom 5:2,8; Tit 3:5-7 And sin appears all the graver I Tim 1:15 Jesus is the name of power Phil 2:8-11 Help in trouble, a strong tower Ps 46:1; Prov 18:10 Demons from this name do cower James 2:19; Luke 4:33-34 Mighty One, yet pure white flower Isa 49:26; Song 2:1 Christ the Anointed Priest and King Zech 6:12-13 Exalt His majesty and sing Micah 5:4; Ps 96:1-6 Spirit came as a dove on wing Matt 3:16 Sacrifices and praises bring Ps 50:13-15, 9:14; 2 Cor 9:7; Mt 9:15 God’s true, only begotten Son John 1:14 He is God’s radiance like the sun Heb 1:3 Equals in holiness are none Isa 40:25; Exodus 15:11 Creation by and for Him done Col 1:16 Son of God our life’s one true vine John 15:1 Abide in Him, bear fruit and wine John 15:2-4 Open to Him and with Him dine Rev 3:20 Son of Man coming, He is mine! Dan 7:13; Song 2:16 Savior of those who on Him call Rom 10:13 Redeemed from the curse of the Law Gal 3:13 He paid our sin’s penalty all John 19:30; Col 2:14 His presence will our hearts enthrall Ps 16:11



Room 417
Posted in Beauty, Cultural commentary, General, Poem, Random thoughts, tagged Beauty, Cultural commentary, Poems, Random thoughts on June 10, 2009| 4 Comments »
On the hallway wall next to the door is posted “Room 417 Storage”. In this fairly new facility it is used as an occasional office. The majority could not tell you where it is or for what purpose it is utilized. I was assigned to sit in silence in Room 417 with three other people for two and a half hours. I’m a teacher; you figure it out. Here are my impressions of the space, the activity, and our path.
In a claustrophobic room Painted white no decor there Neither flower nor mind could bloom Though florescent lights and vented air
White noise from conditioned air Abundant plastic, metal too Nothing the senses would find fair Though clean and bright and also new
Sanitized of all that harms Disease, sharp corners, tanning rays Not a thing the spirit alarms Though emergency exits map ways
Thus the danger to our lives All is well but dead inside No awareness that life never thrives Except in Sonshine and change of tideRead Full Post »