Sunday, July 25, 2010

Christian Fish

Definition:

The Greek word for “fish” is ichthus, and each letter represented a word, namely: i (Iesous—Jesus), ch (Christos—Christ), th (theou—of God), u (huios—son), s (soter—savior). The fish thus became sort of a code word during times of persecution by which believers expressed the conviction: “I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and my Savior.”

Scriptures:

Then He said to them, “Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men.” Matthew 4:19

When it was evening, His disciples came to Him, saying, “This is a deserted place, and the hour is already late. Send the multitudes away, that they may go into the villages and buy themselves food.”
But Jesus said to them, “They do not need to go away. You give them something to eat.”
And they said to Him, “We have here only five loaves and two fish.”
He said, “Bring them here to Me.” Then He commanded the multitudes to sit down on the grass. And He took the five loaves and the two fish, and looking up to heaven, He blessed and broke and gave the loaves to the disciples; and the disciples gave to the multitudes. So they all ate and were filled, and they took up twelve baskets full of the fragments that remained. Now those who had eaten were about five thousand men, besides women and children. Matthew 14:15-21

The definition of the Christian fish above and the previous two scriptures inspired the following poem:


The Christian fish
is a symbol
I proudly wear.
It tells the world
Who I am, and
What my mission is.

Without it
I am weekend.
Without it
My path disappears.
Without it
There are no miracles.

Christ is my Savior.
He makes me a fisher of men.
Faith in Him
Fills my life
With hope and love
Making miracles happen every day.

2 comments:

  1. Feel free to publish this poem I wrote if you find it fitting for your blog.

    My Royal Family

    With your word you have set me free,
    Ignited my spirit, like you, I strive to be.
    Free! no ties , no lies, binding me.
    By your mercy, your grace, at last I can see.

    Your yoke hangs gently around my neck,
    easy and light, just like you had said.
    If not by you, then who? This I can not fathom,
    I belong to you, this is not random.

    By choice?... My choice?... How can this be?
    Wasn't it He, who chose to save me.

    Mercy and grace, given abundantly.
    Eternally grateful for adopting me.

    From that day forward, I awake Free.
    No longer enslaved by powers other than thee.

    Royal garments, I now own.
    By my Father Given , who covers skin and bone.

    I Pick up My Scepter! On goes my Royal Robe!
    My Fathers the king, I now sit by His throne.

    First born yes! That is me,
    First born of His Royal family.

    By Giovanni
    poetryinmetric.blogspot.com

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  2. What a beautiful and well written poem with the message of salvation!

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