No Body

 "Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name in heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved." Acts 4:12

    It was a clear, sunny day Saturday, so when I glanced out my kitchen window, I wondered why I saw fog. However, I quickly realized it was smoke. Our neighbor's house was on fire!

    As David dashed outdoors, I called 911. "Do come quickly!" I implored to the dispatcher. "I believe the man is inside!" Other neighbors joined my husband in an effort to gain access, but the smoke was too thick, the flames too intense. Moments seemed eternal as we waited for the firefighters' arrival, and we cried in helpless grief. We were powerless to save him; he perished that day. 

    Sadly, I gaze now across the blanket of snow at the stark, skeletal frame of our neighbor's house. Bouquets of flowers join some balloons and a teddy bear in his yard - expressions of the neighborhood's mourning - but I am dismayed to say I never met the man whom I occasionally saw over the fence. And now he is gone. The opportunity to share my faith went up with the black smoke. 

    Like our little crowd of concerned citizens that fateful day, we, without Christ, are powerless to save from hellfire and damnation, either ourselves or others. But, thank God, the story doesn't end on this morbid note. 

    The Bible says it best: "You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us." (Romans 5: 6-8)

    Salvation is found in nobody else, and the reason for this is simple: Christ died but there is no body. The grave is empty, only the graveclothes were there. He is risen from the dead! (Luke 24: 1-6) Jesus won the victory over the power of the grave and, when we place our trust in Him, nobody can snatch us from His hand. (John 10:28)  Only Jesus Christ has the credentials, as God's perfect Son, to have sacrificed Himself in our place. Nobody else.

    I do not know if my neighbor had accepted this free gift of salvation; hopefully, he had. I wish I had spoken to him about it because what if nobody had? My urgency to share my faith should have matched the emergency nature of the call I had made. 

    Dear God, forgive me. Help me to be somebody who cares.

My God and My King!

 "When you, God, went out before your people, when you marched through the wilderness, the earth shook, the heavens poured down rain...The chariots of God are tens of thousands and thousands of thousands; the Lord has come from Sinai into his sanctuary." Psalm 68: 7, 17

    Processions of pomp and regalia are so impressive. Think of a victorious march of uniformed soldiers in a ticker tape parade, or a splendorous bride with metered step going forth with a twenty-five foot train in her wake. Swells of "Pomp and Circumstance" set the tone for many a graduation as mortar boards are happily flung skyward.

    Grand as those may be, imagine being cordially invited into the sanctuary of the Most High, to witness the spectacular pageantry of the procession of God as recounted in Psalm 68:

    "Your procession, God, has come into view, the procession of my God and my King into the sanctuary." (verse 24)

    Imagine, perched on the edge of your seat with a craned neck, you've been rolling your program into a tube as you nervously await the splendid display of His Majesty. Though you are in the nosebleed section, wild horses could not tear you away as you bite your bottom lip in anticipation. Finally...

    "In front are the singers, after them the musicians; with them are the young women playing the timbrels." (verse 25)

    Oh, can you hear the magnificent swell of music? Holy! Holy! Holy! Lord God Almighty! All stops have been pulled out as reverberations of glorious praise flow from the choir. Trumpets may sound; let everything that has breath praise the Lord.

    "Praise God in the great congregation; praise the Lord in the assembly of Israel." (verse 26)

    By now, you are on your feet, hands held to the heavens as pure worship courses through your body. Like David dancing with abandon before the Lord, you are jumping out of your shoes. None of earth's grand displays could compare to this parade of glory.

    "There is the little tribe of Benjamin leading them, there the great throng of Judah's princes, and there the princes of Zebulun and of Naphtali." (verse 27)

    Those around you excitedly point to the cadence of the tribes. You can hardly believe what you're seeing! Not even Solomon in all his splendor is arrayed as one of these. 

    I can only imagine those things which God has prepared for us in the heavenly realms. As I watch the tender snow falling from above, my imagination takes me to the storehouses of snow where my God and my King reigns eternally. The asphalt street on which I live will be replaced with a ribbon of pure gold, as seen from the window of the heavenly mansion, my new abode. 

    Nothing can compare to seeing Jesus, the One who laid down His life for me and crowned me with love and compassion, without Whom I haven't received an invitation to the procession of God. Though I'd like to be one of the singers, I will be content to just be there. 

    Will you join me?

"Sing to God, you kingdoms of the earth, sing praise to the Lord, to him who rides across the highest heavens, the ancient heavens, who thunders with a mighty voice. You, God, are awesome in your sanctuary; the God of Israel gives power and strength to his people. Praise be to God!" Psalm 68:32, 33, 35

My Pilot

"Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. The disciples went and woke him, saying, 'Lord, save us! We are going to drown!' He replied, 'You of little faith, why are you so afraid?' Then he got up and rebuked the wind and the waves, and it was completely calm." Matthew 8: 23-26

    Air travel is a lesson in complete surrender. It begins with the humiliation of doffing one's shoes, dutifully waiting, like cattle in a corral, as a squad of strangers examine personal belongings while unsung notes of suspicion are sung in the minds of travelers. There's a tingle of fear that one will not be accepted, set aside and rejected, never to reach one's destination.

    Something akin to this happened to me on my way home from Houston. As I stepped through the metal detector, I was singled out. My bag was searched. The jar of peanut butter I wanted to bring home was confiscated. As I endured this, alone in an intercontinental airport, the temptation to worry nagged at me, but I silenced it by quoting Psalm 31:15: "My times are in your hands." The peace of God settled me right down and I made it to the gate on time. 

    After the hustle of boarding, I settled into my seat by the window. As usual, the flip-flop feeling in my stomach began to kick in, reminding me of my acrophobia, but I squashed it by quoting Psalm 56:4: "When I am afraid, I put my trust in you." The peace of God settled over me once again as I watched the activity on the ground from my lofty vantage point.

    The power of the airliner's ascent pushed me back into my seat as we soared through seemingly impenetrable cloud cover. No visible touchstone could ground my perspective; in faith, I relied on the pilot to see us through. Up, up, up we soared until the glorious landscape of the second heaven proclaimed the power of God. Sunshine soaked fluffy mountains of white in a surreal world where angels traverse. I felt the wonder of my inclusion into this spectacular sight as the words of Psalm 19:1 came to mind: "The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands." The peace that passes all understanding enveloped me like a downy comforter. Fear was soundly dismissed.

    Surrendering to God's plan and purpose seems contrary to life's ways as an adult, but when I sit back in my seat like a child in the family sedan, only then can I enjoy the ride - not because I know the way, but because I know the Pilot. 

    Upon my exit in Cleveland, I thanked the pilot with the yellow stripes on his sleeves for getting me home, but he was just the co-pilot. Jesus brought me safely to my destination.

Jesus, Savior, pilot me

Over life's tempestuous sea;

Unknown waves before me roll,

Hiding rock and treach'rous shoal.

Chart and compass come from Thee:

Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

    

    

Unhindered

 "People were bringing little children to Jesus for Him to place His hands on them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, He was indignant. He said to them, 'Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.' And He took the children in His arms, placed His hands on them and blessed them." Mark 10: 13-16

    Recently, I visited my eldest daughter and her family in Texas. It was time for my three-year-old granddaughter, Esme, to have her annual check up, so I went along.

    As we waited in the pediatrician's exam room, Esme busied herself writing on a board on the wall provided for that purpose. When the nurse arrived, Esme made one last drawing before going to her: it was a cross. 

    In candid excitement, she told the nurse, "I made a cross. Jesus died on the cross!" Though the woman chose not to reply, Esme's declaration brought joy to her mother and me (and to our Lord as well, I'm sure.) 

    May I be so eager to say as much!

    The gospel is simple enough that a child may understand it, but somewhere along the line, we make it into a theological oration when it needn't be. I remember, the older my mother got, the bolder she became in sharing her faith. 

    I am going to take a lesson from Esme and my mom by lifting high my gospel light, unhindered. This must be what Jesus meant by receiving the kingdom of God like a little child, no matter one's age. 

"For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes: first to the Jew, then to the Gentile." Romans 1:16 

What's in Your Right Hand?

 "For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you." Isaiah 41:13

    Have you ever gone out and realized you left your phone at home? A sinking feeling of dread may have washed over you, akin to losing your purse or wallet. To those of us who are old enough to remember the days when a phone hung on the wall, we may chide ourselves for such ridiculousness, but truth be told, these rectangular leashes have become so much more than just a phone.

    A phone may also be a source of banking, an atlas, a dictionary, a mail box, for some a Bible, a game board, a timepiece, a calculator, a calendar, a news source, a neighborhood, a radio and a watchdog. With this in mind, have we, as a society, arrived to the point of no return? Are we able to live without these devices?

    Let me ask you: Can a phone forgive? Can it redeem your life from the pit? Heal your diseases? Create new life? Can it fight for you against all evil, sustaining and protecting you? 

    With apologies to southpaws, what's in your right hand these days? What's in God's right hand? A phone? Let's see what the Bible says about it:

• "Your right hand sustains me." Psalm 18:35
• "I cling to you; your right hand upholds me." Psalm 63:8
• "Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand." Psalm 73:23
• "His right hand and his holy arm have worked salvation for him." Psalm 98:1
• "The Lord's right hand has done mighty things." Psalm 118:16
• "Your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast." Psalm 139:10
• "Christ Jesus who died - more than that, who was raised to life - is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us." Romans 8:34

    In the book of Joshua, when the Lord was preparing Joshua for battle and conquest, He implored him, "Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go." (Joshua 1:9) It's the Lord Almighty who is with me wherever I go! With Him at my right hand, why do I need my phone all the time?

    

    We must be so careful not to turn a tool into an idol. I challenge you to turn your devices off for a day. Reach out and grab Him by the right hand; He will never let you go. He is available 24/7.  He imparts wisdom and discernment. If you are lost, He will search for you, joyfully placing you on His strong shoulders. In Christ alone, our hope is found. What a friend we have in Jesus!

    

    There's no app for that.

"The blacksmith takes a tool and works with it in the coals; he shapes an idol with hammers, he forges it with the might of his arm. Such a person feeds on ashes; a deluded heart misleads him; he cannot save himself, or say, 'Is not this thing in my right hand a lie?'" Isaiah 44: 12, 20

Embrace January

 "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens." Ecclesiastes 3:1

    While burrowed beneath a blanket of blue, the rumblings of rhymes ceased my slumbers this morning until I just had to rise and put pen to paper. Peering at the snowy scape from the sanctity of my cozy home, the words came unbidden as if the Lord had something to say about January. Hence, this poem:

Embrace January

Though some may pine

For a warmer clime,

There are those

With frozen toes

  Who love January.

The branches bare

Claw at frigid air,

While trees in rows

Wait in sweet repose

   During January.

Baubles once festive

Now packed away, restive,

Pave the way

For a brave, new day

    In brash January.

While lake breezes

Tease and freeze us,

There's joy in the struggle,

'Fore warmth as we snuggle

    In cozy January.

Storerooms of snow

Await the word, "Go!"

From our Lord above

Who also loves

   Beautiful January

.

So refrain to complain

About winter's cool reign;

Put not God to the test,

But relax and rest.

 Enjoy January.

"Have you ever given orders to the morning, or shown the dawn its place, that it might take the earth by the edges and shake the wicked out of it? Have you entered the storehouses of snow or seen the storehouses of the hail? From whose womb comes the ice? Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens when the waters become hard as stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen? Everything under heaven belongs to me." Job 39: 12, 13, 22, 29, 30; 41:11

 

Let's Go!

 "When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, 'Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.' So they hurried off..." Luke 2:15

    Smelly, low-on-the-totem pole shepherds were the first ones to receive the heavenly birth announcement. Not the heads of state or the religious leaders or the elite of society. No, God chose to tell these shepherds the "good news that will cause great joy for all the people.(Luke 2:10)"

    What if these guys had not responded to the divine proclamation? What if they'd have shrugged and said, "Nah, it's probably a hoax, a conspiracy theory." Or, "We've got sheep to herd, we've no time to be out chasing rainbows." Or perhaps, "It's awfully late and my dogs are barkin'. It's been a long day." They could have said, "Surely, that message was meant for someone else." 

    Aren't we glad, though, that they were not apathetic, lukewarm listeners, but they hurried off. They were bustin' to see the long-expected Jesus who came in the most unexpected way. Born to a virgin, tucked in a manger in a stable in the small town of Bethlehem. The shepherds likely felt right at home in that environment. They didn't pause to put on a clean shirt or grease down a cowlick. They went as they were and were not disappointed.

    After viewing the Beautiful Savior, they went on their way, glorifying and praising God while spreading the word. They graduated, in one starry night, to become shepherds of people; the first missionaries! 

    Now it's our turn. Let's go!

"Do not merely listen to the word...Do what it says. Faith by itself, if not accompanied by action, is dead." James 1:22, 2:17