5776.02.21

Genesis 1The Message (MSG)

Heaven and Earth

1-2 First this: God created the Heavens and Earth—all you see, all you don’t see. Earth was a soup of nothingness, a bottomless emptiness, an inky blackness. God’s Spirit brooded like a bird above the watery abyss.

  • Sundown May 27, 2016 Dawns Hebrew Day 50 of 353;
  • Day 383 + 50 = 433;
  • Omer Count: 433 – 399 = 34 [50 – 34 = 16];
  • Day 50 + 711 = 5778.02.25 [How Helen Works];
  • Day 50 + 761 = 811;
  • Day 736 + 50 = 786;
  • Day 50 + 317 = 5777.01.14;
  • Day 50 + 320 = 5777.02.17;
  • Day 50 + 324 = 5777.01.21;
  • Day 623 + 163 = 786 [2015.12.16];
  • Day 1089 + 50 = 1139;
  • Day 1089 + 433 = 1522;
  • Day 1522 = 761 + 761 & 1522 + 78 = 1600;
  • Day 433 + 78 = 511;
  • Day 1089 + 786 = 1875;
  • Day 1825 + 50 = 1875;
  • Day 1776 + 99 = 1875;
  • Day 1089 + 1139 = 2228;
  • Day 2539 + 433 = 2972;
  • Day 2972 + 361 = 3333.

Psalm 80:17-18The Message (MSG)

8-18 Remember how you brought a young vine from Egypt,
    cleared out the brambles and briers
    and planted your very own vineyard?
You prepared the good earth,
    you planted her roots deep;
    the vineyard filled the land.
Your vine soared high and shaded the mountains,
    even dwarfing the giant cedars.
Your vine ranged west to the Sea,
    east to the River.
So why do you no longer protect your vine?
    Trespassers pick its grapes at will;
Wild pigs crash through and crush it,
    and the mice nibble away at what’s left.
God-of-the-Angel-Armies, turn our way!
    Take a good look at what’s happened
    and attend to this vine.
Care for what you once tenderly planted—
    the vine you raised from a shoot.
And those who dared to set it on fire—
    give them a look that will kill!
Then take the hand of your once-favorite child,
    the child you raised to adulthood.
We will never turn our back on you;
    breathe life into our lungs so we can shout your name!

The Message (MSG)Copyright © 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002 by Eugene H. Peterson

Psalm 108:7-9The Message (MSG)

7-9 That’s when God spoke in holy splendor:
    “Brimming over with joy,
I make a present of Shechem,
    I hand out Succoth Valley as a gift.
Gilead’s in my pocket,
    to say nothing of Manasseh.
Ephraim’s my hard hat,
    Judah my hammer.
Moab’s a scrub bucket—
    I mop the floor with Moab,
Spit on Edom,
    rain fireworks all over Philistia.”

The Message (MSG)Copyright © 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002 by Eugene H. Peterson

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