5776.02.27

Genesis 1:1-2 ~ The 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.

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

  • Sundown June 2, 2016 Dawns Hebrew Day 56 of 353;
  • Day 383 + 56 = 439;
  • Day 187 + 252 = 439 [Since Atonement Day];
  • Omer Count: 439 – 399 = 40;
  • Day 736 + 56 = 792;
  • Day 56 + 311 = 5777.01.14;
  • Day 56 + 314 = 5777.01.17;
  • Day 56 + 318 = 5777.01.21;
  • Day 1089 + 56 = 1145;
  • Day 1089 + 439 = 1528;
  • Day 1089 + 792 = 1881;
  • Day 1089 + 1145 = 2234;
  • Day 2539 + 439 = 2978;
  • Day 2978 + 22 = 3000.

Genesis 8:14 ~ The Message (MSG)

13-14 In the six-hundred-first year of Noah’s life, on the first day of the first month, the flood had dried up. Noah opened the hatch of the ship and saw dry ground. By the twenty-seventh day of the second month, the Earth was completely dry.

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

Psalm 88:9-12 ~ The Message (MSG)

A Korah Prayer of Heman

88 1-9 God, you’re my last chance of the day.
    I spend the night on my knees before you.
Put me on your salvation agenda;
    take notes on the trouble I’m in.
I’ve had my fill of trouble;
    I’m camped on the edge of hell.
I’m written off as a lost cause,
    one more statistic, a hopeless case.
Abandoned as already dead,
    one more body in a stack of corpses,
And not so much as a gravestone—
    I’m a black hole in oblivion.
You’ve dropped me into a bottomless pit,
    sunk me in a pitch-black abyss.
I’m battered senseless by your rage,
    relentlessly pounded by your waves of anger.
You turned my friends against me,
    made me horrible to them.
I’m caught in a maze and can’t find my way out,
    blinded by tears of pain and frustration.

9-12 I call to you, God; all day I call.
    I wring my hands, I plead for help.
Are the dead a live audience for your miracles?
    Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you?
Does your love make any difference in a graveyard?
    Is your faithful presence noticed in the corridors of hell?
Are your marvelous wonders ever seen in the dark,
    your righteous ways noticed in the Land of No Memory?

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

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