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

God With Me

 "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth." John 1:14

    The miracle of the incarnation is often buried beneath all the trappings and wrappings of Christmas.

    When I really stop to ponder it in my heart, the truth of God coming here to be with me is worth more than all the presents in the world. It's not just that Jesus was born in Bethlehem, lived a good life helping others and was crucified in Jerusalem. As awesome as that is, the incarnation without the resurrection would put my God in the tomb forever. 

    But the empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives! As the song says, "Because He lives, I can face tomorrow; because He lives, all fear is gone. Because I know He holds the future, my life is worth the living just because He lives."

    God knows when I sit and when I rise (Psalm 139: 2). He walks with me through dark valleys (Psalm 23:4), providing comfort and refuge. He searches for the lost, brings back the strays, binds up the injured and strengthens the weak (Ezekiel 34: 15, 16). He goes before me, hems me in with loving protection and directs my steps, never leaving me nor forsaking me. (Deuteronomy 31:8) The God of all creation is my God!

    Years ago, I recorded this quote by a Scottish preacher named John Ker in my journal: 

    "The history of all God's dealings with man is the record of an approach nearer still, and nearer, until, in the Incarnate Son, he shares all our sorrows and carries our sins, 'til faith puts its fingers into the print of the nails, its hands into the wounded side, and constrains us to cry, 'My Lord and my God!'"

    From the manger to the empty tomb, God demonstrated just how much he loves us and desires to be with us. So, Merry Christmas and Happy Easter to all, and to all a good night!

"Look! God's dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes." Revelation 21: 3, 4 

The Worth of the Soul

 "Then Jesus said to his disciples, 'Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves, take up their cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it. What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?" Matthew 16: 24-26

    One of my favorite Christmas carols is "O Holy Night." It was written by a French wine merchant, Placide Cappeau, who dabbled in poetry. As Christmas approached, he was asked to compose a  hymn and, although he wasn't a religious man, when he read the account of Christ's birth in Luke chapter two, he imagined himself within the nativity story. That is how the worshipful words came to be.

O Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining;

It is the night of our dear Savior's birth.

Long lay the world in sin and error pining,

'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth.

    Contemplate that last line, "and the soul felt its worth." It's funny how one can hear the same songs every Christmas season and then, suddenly, a phrase incurs a deeper meaning.  We are left to ponder, "What is my soul worth?" 

    It's priceless! We know this because of the dear price Jesus paid at Calvary to ransom us from bondage. He wrote the check, so to speak, and signed it in the red of His precious blood.

    In the passage above, Jesus implores us to surrender our souls to Him or we will lose them. We don't realize the worth of our souls until we meet the One who restores that eternal part of us. (Psalm 23:3) The Bible says our soul thirsts for the living God (Psalm 42:2). It is only in Him that we find hope and rest (Psalm 62:5). Once we are sated by Him, the natural response is to love the Lord our God with all our heart and soul (Deuteronomy 6:5). 

    Years ago, I heard a story about Abraham Lincoln. When passing by a slave auction, he paid the price for a female slave only to set her free. But, she would not go her own way because she loved him so much for what he had done that she wanted to follow him.

    How much more should we fall in love with our Redeemer, Jesus the Christ, until we, like the song says, "Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices! O night divine! Christ is the Lord! O praise His name forever. His power and glory evermore proclaim." 

"My soul glorifies the Lord." Luke 1:46

    

Living Proof

 "If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in them and they in God. And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them." 1 John 4: 15, 16

    During the hiatus between blizzards, I joined the winter-weary throngs who shopped to fill their coffers before the Alberta Clipper descended upon us.

    While in line at the dollar store, I smiled when I read the back of the man's ball cap who stood in front of me: "I Love Jesus." For such a succinct proclamation, it spoke volumes.

    "I like your hat," I ventured. Returning my smile, he told me just how much Jesus meant to him so I asked him how he came to know Christ as his Savior. 

    "I was sittin' in church one Sunday," he began, "when the pastor asked if anyone would like to be baptized."  Encouraged by my understanding nod, he continued. "After he said that, my arms broke out into goosebumps! When I arose to go forward, my wife and kids just gaped, and I've never looked back."

    As his turn in line came, he showed me his selection of trinkets he was purchasing - various pens and things for the children at his church. He also told me his hobby was creating wood crafts with which to share his faith. 

    It became clear he was a regular, well-liked customer when the cashier chimed in, "It's true. He has given me a cross and a necklace that he made." 

    As we exited the store, the man bade me to come over to his car where he gifted me with a handmade frame and a cross display that says, "God loves me." I hugged him, assuring him of how much he had blessed me that cold day. I was sure his gifts made Jesus smile as much as they did me.

    Down through the ages, hearts like that of this man have been changed as living proof of the existence of God. How do we know our Redeemer lives?  He lives within our hearts! From the baptism of the Ethiopian eunuch who "went on his way rejoicing" (Acts 8:39), to the joy within my own heart, and all the countless conversions in between, the Presence of the Lord has been plain to see. 

"You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven." Matthew 5: 14-16

Rear View Mirror

 "I remember the days of long ago; I meditate on all your works and consider what your hands have done." Psalm 143:5

"I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory." Psalm 63:2

    There are perks to getting older. Consider all the cool senior citizen discounts that become available. We who have more salt that pepper in our hair these days get cheaper haircuts, movie admissions and purchases. We are offered smaller meals at some restaurants. Perhaps we receive deference from those younger than us. 

    Recently, Dave and I attended a free dinner and play performance put on by the students at my former high school. We were so impressed by the polite friendliness we encountered from each kid we met. They went above and beyond our expectations. 

    It's most beneficial to peer behind me in the rear view mirror at my faith journey because I can attest to the many mile markers along the way. When I was a child, I had no idea where God was going to lead me, but now that I am older, I can share the myriad marvels I have experienced at His hand of grace and mercy.

    The roots of my Christian upbringing gave me the best start, but God did not stop with that. I was saved from certain death when I had gone into anaphylactic shock. I was rescued from further tragedy when I was deeply lost in the woods. When the car I was riding in appeared to be headed into a horrid crash, I was brought through to the other side of it, totally unscathed. Why was I spared?

    As a teenager, when I had attended a revival called Jesus '77 in Pennsylvania, I witnessed a miracle before my eyes. A group of kids was encircled in prayer around a young man whose leg from hip to toe was encased in a cast. Imagine my reaction when the guy suddenly fell to the ground as the cast cracked and those around him excitedly began to peel it off!

    My Jesus revealed His saving grace to me when, as a young bride, I read the eighth chapter of Romans along with many of the Psalms. He delivered me from evil when I saw a demonic presence at the foot of my bed one night. Before my dad died, God lifted the cloud of dementia so we could say our goodbyes to him. What a merciful gift that was! And just last year, God saved my granddaughter from a terrible outcome when she fell from a second floor window.

    This is just an abbreviated list, inconclusive at best. If I could enumerate all the terrific things God has bestowed upon me, chief of sinners though I be, there wouldn't be enough paper on which to record them. I do hope to attempt it, though, as I write my memoirs for the next generation, which now includes a wee grandson named Roman!

    It's not really bad, this aging business. I see it as an opportunity to share my testimony. May you find the words to do the same.

"Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, my God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your mighty acts to all who are to come." Psalm 71:18

I've Got a Great Bod

 "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." Psalm 139: 13, 14

    Usually, it's not until something goes awry that we then take note of how wonderfully we are made.

    Recent prayer requests on behalf of the ill have brought to my heart just how thankful I need to be for all the pieces and parts of mine which God has so wisely given to me, things I take for granted. So, I put forth effort to uncover some of these details.

    Take the uvula, for example (is that Latin for "punching bag?") It's been hanging around in the back of my throat for 60+ years now, but what's its purpose? I've discovered it blocks the passage into my nasal cavity so when I swallow, food and fluids don't come forth from that orifice, thereby causing a social faux pas. Thank you, Lord!

    Now that I've swallowed in a dignified manner, it's up to my epiglottis to guard the gateway to my trachea. This leaf-shaped flap, if working properly, prevents another social blunder from occurring at the dinner table. I'm so glad I have one of those.

    I had no idea I even owned a pylorus, but God gave me this watch valve that attaches to my stomach and regulates food being sent to southern regions. Along the incredible journey, my consumption is aided by peristalsis. This defines the involuntary muscular movements that move my food on down where it belongs. 

    I hope you'll join me in thanking our Creator for His attention to details. Though conversations that revolve around our digestive process are not considered proper etiquette, maybe we could silently express our gratitude as we partake in tantalizing treats this Thursday, praising God for just how wonderfully we have been Hand-crafted.

    Just don't let your humorous relative make you laugh so hard that milk comes out of your nose. That would reflect poorly on your uvula.

HAVE A BLESSED THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

Needs vs. Wants

 "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want." Psalm 23:1

        When, as a child, my mother had me memorize the twenty-third psalm, this first verse gave me pause. As I pondered its meaning, I asked my mom, "If I need the Lord as my Shepherd, then why wouldn't I want Him?"

    We are studying this psalm in my ladies' bible study. By way of introduction, we were asked to consider what our five or six greatest needs are in life.

    My list began with fresh air followed by clean water, but I am embarrassed to admit I listed my Bible, which I know to be a treasure, as number five. I guess it's because, initially, I was only thinking about what I needed to prolong my temporal life. But, there are thirsts greater than any need of mere air or water.

    In her book, "The Hiding Place," Corrie Ten Boom recounted the Nazi occupation of her country, Holland. As devout Christians, she and her family ran an underground operation to save the Jews, including hiding the hunted within a secret room of their home.

    After a betrayal of trust, a raid was conducted of their home in 1943 during which Corrie was beaten, arrested and taken into prison. The illness she'd had at the time of the raid flared into a pre-tubecular state while confined in miserable conditions, so after several weeks, she was taken to a crowded medical facility. When a nurse escorted her to use the restroom, she covertly whispered to Corrie, "Quickly, how may I help you?"

    Corrie's response: "Yes, oh, yes! A Bible! Could you get me a Bible?"

    What would your list of imminent needs look like? If in Corrie's position, would a Bible have been your first request?

    The thought occurred to me that a person can be seated before a sumptuous Thanksgiving feast and still be hungry. He can imbibe in laughter among friends, yet still go home quite thirsty. A person can also be fed by the Presence of the Living God while wracked with illness and starvation, because only God can truly satiate us down to our very souls.

"You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water. I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory. Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you. I will praise you as long as I live, and in your Name I will lift up my hands. I will be fully satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you. On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night. Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. I cling to you; your right hand upholds me." Psalm 63: 1-8

 

    

What Does Jesus Look Like?

 "When they crossed over, they landed at Gennesaret. And when the men of that place recognized Jesus, they sent word to all the surrounding country. People brought all their sick to Him and begged Him to let the sick just touch the edge of His cloak, and all who touched it were healed." Matthew 14: 34-36

    What does Jesus look like? 

    The people who walked the ancient roads of the Promised Land had the benefit of seeing our Messiah in the flesh. (Can you imagine seeing God Incarnate?) But how do I recognize the living Savior these days? 

    I must look for the work of His hands in the bodies of His believers, we who are the temples of His Holy Spirit. Like the glow of warm light seen from stained glass windows of a steepled church on a snowy night, we are to let our light shine, inviting all to come and see.

    Reflecting on this past week, I saw Jesus on TV wearing the orange tee shirt of a Samaritan's Purse volunteer, mucking mud from homes in North Carolina, while another was repairing the roof after Hurricane Helene did her damage. 

    I saw Jesus in the petite form of actress Patricia Heaton as she was being interviewed in Israel. Though she has a husband and four sons in the States, she is doing all she can to support our Jewish friends who are suffering beneath burdens of war and antisemitism. She is living out the truth of the Gospel. She and a friend established the O7C (October 7th Coalition) to bring awareness and assistance to Israel and the Jewish communities around us.

    This weekend, I saw Jesus in the smiling, singing faces of actors who portrayed the characters of the biblical story of Ruth in a play we attended. In the final scene, a cross arose with scarlet ribbons of redemption flowing out toward the audience as voices swelled with the invitation to Come! Come to the cross for healing.

    Will a passerby recognize Christ in me? Am I plainly garbed in the helmet of salvation and the breastplate of righteousness, with the belt of truth girded beneath the shield of faith? Do the gospel shoes of peace carry me into the sea of humanity inviting others to Come? Is the joy of my salvation plainly evident? Are the fruits of the Spirit produced by the way I live my life? 

    When others see me, I hope they get a picture of what Jesus looks like. 

Less Like Me

by Zach Williams 

Lord, help me be a little more like mercy,

A little more like grace,

A little more like kindness, goodness, love and faith;

A little more like patience,

A little more like peace,

A little more like Jesus

A little less like me. 

Right or Left?

 "Let your eyes look straight ahead; fix your gaze directly before you. Give careful thought to the paths for your feet and be steadfast in all your ways. Do not turn to the right or left; keep your foot from evil." Proverbs 4: 25-27

    During a conversation with a friend last night, we spoke of the difficult choices which lay before us on Election Day. The thought came to my mind of the various verses in the Bible about maintaining our walk with the Lord - not turning to the right or to the left. Is it just a coincidence that these terms are used to define the Republican and Democratic parties?

    As I advised my friend, it is tantamount to the Christian to fix our eyes on Jesus. As we drive along, the political signs beckon us to lean this way and that, but if we keep our focus on the road ahead, we will not go astray. 

    In the book of Daniel, we are assured it is God who deposes kings and raises up others (2:21), but that doesn't mean we shouldn't exercise our right to vote prayerfully. We have a responsibility to uphold that which is valuable to the Lord as best we can at the polls. 

    When the outcome of this day is revealed on the morrow, nothing along my path with Jesus will have changed. No matter who is president, Jesus is still the King of kings and it is under His authority I live and move and have my being. Amen!

    When Jesus stood before Pilate, His flogged body bleeding through the robe of purple in which the mocking soldiers had dressed Him, He gave no answer to the governor's probes. Finally, Pilate stated frankly, "Do you refuse to speak to me? Don't you realize I have power either to free you or to crucify you?" 

    Jesus answered, "You would have no power over me if it were not given to you from above." (John 19: 10-11)  

    Even when it appeared that evil had won, God was at work executing his perfect plan of redemption, removing the sting of death and the power of the grave. 

    Perhaps you have already placed your vote, or you are flummoxed by the decisions before you. Let the Bible be your voter's guide: "Do not turn aside to the right or to the left. Walk in obedience to all the Lord your God has commanded you, so that you may live and prosper and prolong your days in the land that you will possess." (Deuteronomy 5:32)

    "Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of our faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart." Hebrews 12: 1-3

    

Dirty Laundry

 "His (Manasseh's) prayer and how God was moved by his entreaty, as well as all his sins and unfaithfulness, and all the sites where he built high places and set up Asherah poles and idols before he humbled himself - all these are written in the records of the seers." 2 Chronicles 33:19

    This guy, Manasseh, was only twelve years old when he became king of Judah. When I think of how goofy I was when I was that age, maybe I can better understand how badly he botched his royal life and its fifty-five year reign. 

    The Bible airs his laundry list:  

• he rebuilt the high places
• he erected altars to the Baals
• he made Asherah poles
• he bowed down to the starry hosts, even setting up altars to them in God's temple
• he sacrificed his children in the fire
• he practiced divination and witchcraft
• he consulted mediums and spiritists
• he led the people astray

    In fact, the people of Judah under Manasseh's leadership did more evil than all the pagan nations before them. Though God spoke to them about this, they paid no attention. Manasseh ended up being dragged off by a hook in his nose as a prisoner of the Assyrians, bound by bronze shackles.

    My laundry list may have different entries than that of this king, but all stains look the same to our Holy God. "All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind, our sins sweep us away." (Isaiah 64:6)

    

    I shrink from the very idea of my lascivious laundry flapping in the biblical breeze for all to see, but my Heavenly Father sees all; He knows my every transgression. How embarrassing!

    When Peter denied even knowing Jesus by the charcoal fire in the courtyard, Jesus turned His gaze on him with those piercing eyes, seeing through to Peter's soul. The disciple wept bitterly, as do I when my contrition overwhelms me. Thanks be to God, a broken and a contrite heart He does not despise! (Psalm 51:17)

    Getting back to Manasseh's dirty laundry...As he was being led away in shackles of shame, he repented of all his sins and the Lord had mercy on him. "In his distress he sought the favor of the Lord his God and humbled himself greatly before the God of his ancestors," the Bible says, "And when he prayed to him, the Lord was moved by his entreaty and listened to his plea; so he brought him back to Jerusalem and to his kingdom." (2 Chronicles 33: 12, 13)

    My mother used to say, "Cleanliness is next to Godliness." I have to agree with her because there is no way I am going to see God in my dirty clothes. The only stain fighter that works is the blood of Jesus.

"Wash me and I will be whiter than snow." Psalm 51:7

    

What is More Important?

 "You will be hated by everyone because of me, but the one who stands firm to the end will be saved." Matthew 10:22

    Within the pages of the latest newsletter I received from the Voice of the Martyrs, I learned of the persecutions Christians in Vietnam are facing. 

    Many of their people are animists who worship spirits believed to inhabit the world around them as well as the spirits of their deceased ancestors. Fortune tellers and witch doctors are consulted for advice on health and success. The darkness of this demonic oppression runs deeply in this Communistic country, raining blows of suffering upon those who profess Christ. 

    The story is told of a man and wife, Cai and Hein, who found just a glimmer of hope one day while on the internet. It was there they heard of the powerful, loving God of the Christians, but they needed to know more. Soon, God sent some traveling traders who shared the Good News with them, which they accepted with joy.

    In response to their newfound faith, they burned the animistic altar which had been in their home. This began waves of persecution from their community and the government as all forms of support were withheld from their family. Their electricity was cut off, they were denied police protection and Cai was falsely arrested and imprisoned. Even their children were denied enrollment in the local school. To feed her family, Hein had to harvest edibles from the forest.

    Have you ever wondered why the persecutions against Christianity are so vehement and violent? What was it about Jesus that caused Him to be so hated? Why were the apostles of the early church martyred for their faith? 

    The apostle Paul listed the hardships he suffered for Christ: imprisoned, flogged, beaten with rods, stoned, shipwrecked, hungry and thirsty, cold and naked and in constant danger. Yet, in his letter to the Romans he declared, "I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us." (Romans 8:18)

    The reason behind the hatred is because those who live in darkness do not want to hear the voice of Truth. Though the light of Christ came into the world, people loved the darkness, not wishing to be exposed. (John 3: 19, 20)

    As I read about those like Cai and Hein who are my relatives in the family of God, I pray for faith like theirs which remains even if all else is lost. I will close with this quote from Hein who said it best: "Even if Cai stays in prison, we believe in Jesus and have eternal life. If he (Cai) is free here and doesn't believe in Jesus, we don't have eternal life. What is more important? We want to have eternal life, so we can accept any suffering in our life."

"Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you." Psalm 63:3

Just Believe

 "While Jesus was still speaking, some people came from the house of Jairus, the synagogue leader. 'Your daughter is dead,' they said. 'Why bother the Teacher anymore?'  Overhearing what they said, Jesus told him (Jairus), 'Don't be afraid; just believe.'" 

    While shopping recently, I saw a decorative sign that said, "Just Believe," and I wondered in what do they want me to believe? 

    Faith is of value only when the object of that faith is trustworthy and true. If I sit down in a broken chair, even though I had all the faith I could muster placed in that chair, when it breaks beneath me, all my faith was for naught. The fault lay not with my level of faith, but in the compromised chair. 

    Put yourself in the sandals of Jairus here. When he had seen Jesus, he fell at his feet pleading for his daughter's life: "My little daughter is dying. Please come put your hands on her so that she will be healed and live." (Mark 5:23) 

    When word came that his beloved child had died, had her father just sat down in a broken chair, so to speak, which splintered beneath the burden?

    Look what Jesus was asking him to believe! Hadn't Death had the final say? Hadn't the curtains been drawn as the girl's soul had left her body? What hope had Jairus now?

    Imagine the tear-filled eyes of the anguished dad meeting the steady gaze of the Savior. Perhaps Jesus gripped Jairus by the shoulders, lending His strength to the grieving man. "Don't be afraid; just believe!" 

    Now imagine the astonished parents who witnessed the resurrection of their dead daughter! Indeed, just as Jairus had believed, Jesus laid his hands on the girl and she lived.

    How simple it is: Just believe. How simple, yet so wildly complex! If we but have the faith as small as a mustard seed, we can move mountains. (Matthew 17:20)

    Just believe. Jesus asks the same of us today. Over and over again, He implored his listeners, "Believe also in me." Will we be like his very own brothers who did not believe in him? (John 7:5) Or, with the help of God, will we hang our hats with that of Simon Peter who avered, "Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and to know that you are the Holy One of God." (John 6: 68, 69)

    In what do you believe? The government? Money? Yourself? When you draw your last breath, you have but one hope in this world: Jesus the Christ. Just believe in Him.

"Though you haven't seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls." 1 Peter 1, 8, 9 

An Army of Milkweed

 "Listen! A farmer went out to sow his seed...Some fell on rocky places where it didn't have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched and they withered because they had no root...Still other seed fell on good soil. It came up and produced a crop, some multiplying thirty, some sixty, some a hundred times." Mark 4: 3, 5, 6, 8

    When it comes to gardening, I am a plop-and-hope sort of gardener. So, when I received some milkweed seeds, I sowed them in the front garden next to our butterfly bush without bothering to investigate their lifestyle. Visions of grateful butterflies flocking to our yard filled my daydreams as I anxiously awaited results. 

    Fast-forward one year, when those pesky plants have so prolifically suffocated all else in that garden, and witness my daydreams turning into a nightmare. The hale and hearty stalks resemble a troop of Union soldiers marching against the Old South - always more and more of them in rank and file. 

    Though I have furiously dug them up by their roots, those telltale green shoots persevere regardless, so I have been spraying them with RoundUp. Even so, they do not surrender!

    After reading the Parable of the Sower, I have come to view my milkweed army in a different light. After all, I planted them in good soil where their root system took hold like an underground bunker; they are only doing what God created them to do. At my hands, they have tolerated my unloving behavior, suffered persecution at the tip of my shovel and even survived the lethal spray of weed killer. 

    As a Christian, I should follow their example, especially considering the waves of persecution which can be seen on the global horizon. Am I firmly rooted and grounded in Christ alone, built up and strengthened in the faith? Or will I wither at the first sign of heat? Do I boast in the glory of my resurrected Savior in hopes of winning souls for Christ, thereby producing a multiplying crop? Or have I permitted thorns and briars to choke my efforts?

    Maybe I will wave the white flag and just learn to appreciate the perseverance of the milkweed. They have the right idea after all.

"Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love Him." James 1:12  

     

Humpty Dumpty

"When she heard about Jesus, she came up behind Him in the crowd and touched His cloak, because she thought, 'If I just touch His clothes, I will be healed.' Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering." Mark 5: 27-29

    On Saturday, my sisters and I attended a craft fair on the grounds of a splendid historical home in Kent, Ohio. While browsing about, I came across a booth whose moniker caught my attention so I paused to speak to the artisan. 

    "Why is your business called "The Broken Rabbit?" I inquired of the man who crafted pottery. 

    "Because," he explained with a half smile, "I am the rabbit and I am broken."

    Though he didn't expound upon the reason behind his condition, I ruefully agreed that we indeed live in a broken world and the only cure for us is Jesus. 

    In hindsight, I should have shared the verses from Isaiah which speak of our Lord God being the Potter while we are his clay, the workmanship of his divine hands, but it didn't come to mind in time. I did, however, buy a wee work of his as a reminder to pray for him.

    Before walking to the park the following day, I donned my ballcap that bears an embroidered cross. As I wended my way 'round the pond, a dogwalker commented, "I like your hat." I asked him if he knew Jesus, and his glowing countenance provided the answer. At my coaxing, he shared a bit of his testimony which involved a downward spiral to a rock-bottom resignation. 

    While he was at this nadir in his life, a pastor asked him, "Are you ready to invite Jesus into your life?" And like the woman in the verses above, when he reached out to Christ in faith, he was healed.

    As I pondered the two broken men, the words of Humpty Dumpty came to mind: All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put him back together again. From a mother's kiss to a psychiatrist's couch, we find through trial and error that only the One who made the vessel is truly able to make the repairs. And the Potter doesn't just fix the cracks, He creates a new work. "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come; The old has gone, the new is here!" (2 Corinthians 5:17) 

"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Psalm 147:3

Hard Boiled

 "Blessed is the one who heeds wisdom's instruction." Proverbs 29:18

    I thought I knew how to boil eggs, but the last time I did, it became clear that I had not mastered the task. Somewhere along the line, I had gotten off track.

    With my niece expected for lunch today, I desired hard boiled eggs to complement my salad fixings so I decided to consult my cookbook, and guess what? Because I followed the directions, the eggs came out beautifully. They were perfectly cooked and even peeled well.

    As I removed the shells over the sink, I thought about all the times in my life when I thought I knew what I was doing, but in all actuality, I ran pell-mell into folly. 

    If I had only consulted the Bible, all the wisdom and knowledge of God could have been found within its pages thereby saving me (and those affected by my folly) from a peck of trouble. I need to quit being so hard boiled and soften my heart to receive God's instructions. 

"Whoever gives heed to instruction prospers, and blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord." Proverbs 16:20

True Love

 "This is love: not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins." 1 John 4:10

    When I receive an "I love you" from either of my two daughters, sometimes my reply is, "I loved you first." They can't argue with that!

    Through daily videos and calls, I have the joy of watching my eldest wade through the ups and downs of motherhood. Yesterday, while she was folding laundry upstairs, she heard what every mom dreads: "I made a mess!"

    Cautiously, the nervous mother descended to the kitchen where she found her two-year-old daughter on a bed of rice, with the pantry door ajar and an empty bag on the floor. She watched as Esme was scooping it and sliding around in it as if it were a fresh blanket of snow, having a ball until she was told to help her mother clean it up. 

    To my daughter's credit, she held her peace until Esme began to throw the stuff around rather than sweeping it up, so she was ushered into a time out. After her mom's words of correction, she was more than willing to repent.

    Did Lauren ever stop loving Esme throughout this process? Of course not. Neither does our heavenly Father when we mess up. 

    I heard a sermon on TV last night during which the pastor stated: God doesn't love me the way I am; He loves me in spite of the way I am. If the sinful status that was mine since birth had been acceptable to God then there would be no reason for the cross. He loved me too much to let me remain in my mess, so He demonstrated his love for me in this: While I was still in my sins, He died for me (Romans 5:8). 

    That's true love! 

"We love because He first loved us." 1 John 4:19 

The Wisdom to Know the Difference

 "The wise will be put to shame; they will be dismayed and trapped. Since they have rejected the word of the Lord, what kind of wisdom do they have?" Jeremiah 8:9

    While in a waiting room recently, when the talking heads on the television wearied me, I pulled out my phone to learn more about the wisdom of God, which is where the Spirit has been nudging me lately. 

    A search displayed many choices, so I selected one entitled, "The Wisdom of God: What it is and Why it Matters" on a Christian website. 

    Initially, the writer was spot on as she spoke of God, our amazing Creator of heaven and earth, whose complexities can be found in the delicate balances of our ecosystem, the mysteries of gravitational pull and the entire minute world of a single cell. The wisdom of God, she rightfully declared, culminated in the Person of Jesus Christ, quoting from 1 Corinthians 1: 24, 30 and Colossians 2:3. All along, she cited the scriptural references to support her words.

    Then I came to this confusing paragraph: "The universe burst into existence with the Big Bang event, giving rise to particles, atoms, stars, and galaxies over billions of years...Life eventually emerged when suitable conditions were met to support it.*" I wasn't surprised to find no biblical references here. 

    The irony was not lost of me that, in the midst of a teaching on the wisdom of God, ignorance was found. 

    This so unsettled me that I wrote to the author requesting to know from whence her information came. I will await her answer prayerfully.  

   Job asked, "Where can wisdom be found? Where does understanding dwell?" (Job 28:12) The answer came further in the same chapter: "God understands the way to it and He alone knows where it dwells. He said to the human race, 'The fear of the Lord - that is wisdom and to shun evil is understanding.'" (28: 23, 28)

"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth... He also made the stars." Genesis 1:1, 16

*"The Wisdom of God; What it is and Why it Matters" by Amanda Williams, www.christianwebsite.com

     

Little is Much

 "As Jesus looked up, he saw the rich putting their gifts into the temple treasury. He also saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins. 'Truly I tell you,' he said, 'this poor widow has put in more than all the others. All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.'" Luke 21: 1-4

    Some generous folks at my church donated gifts towards our Operation Christmas Child collection. We began to gather items early this year so we can host a packing party in November and the donations are piling up. As the coordinator, I can attest to the "showers of blessings" stacked in my basement.

    Because some had donated money, off to Wal Mart I went today to purchase toys. I couldn't think of a more pleasant way to spend a rainy afternoon. 

    Pushing my cart through the toy section, I became distracted by the baby dolls on an upper shelf so I was unaware that my cart blocked the way for an older woman who was riding an electric Rascal-type device. 

    "Oh, so sorry," said I. She kindly reassured me that all was well. I ventured to share my reason for blocking the lane, going on to explain a bit about the toys I was buying.

    "Billy Graham's son, Franklin, has an organization called Samaritan's Purse," I told her. "Since 1997, they have collected shoe boxes filled with personal hygiene items, school supplies and a toy such as this baby doll." She was interested to learn more so I continued, "The real gift, however, is the gospel booklet that is placed in each box, sharing the good news of Jesus with each child. They also provide discipleship classes for those who are interested to know more about this God who loves them."

    Her expression glowed as she asked, "Will you accept a donation from me?" 

    With a full heart I replied, "Certainly!" She rooted about in her purse, pulling out the only cash she had.  Then we selected a doll which she said resembled her granddaughter. After I placed it in my cart, I implored her to please pray for the child who will receive it. Right then and there, at her suggestion, we clasped hands and prayed together.

    We sealed the deal with a hug, just two shoppers who began as strangers and left as friends of Jesus who shared a common purpose: to spread the love of Christ.

    As I said, I can't think of a better way to spend a rainy Saturday afternoon.

"Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you." Luke 6:38

Back to the Basics

 "When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, 'I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.'" John 8:12

    Last Tuesday, the tornado siren went off. Though this was meant to incur protection, it still sent a shiver though Dave and me as we headed for our basement as strong winds buffeted about. We were so thankful to have had no damage, but we did lose power for four days.

    Those four days gave me cause to reflect on the goodness of the Lord. 

    Our street, a main artery for travel, was closed due to downed lines so it added to the feeling of serenity and quiet that a lack of internet and electricity gave to us. The nights were inky black without and within. Because no electronic auras, nightlights or streetlamps cast their shadows, I slept very soundly. "In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety." (Psalm 4:8)

    When necessity called, I got up during the night and proceeded across the bedroom without my flashlight, only to run smack into the wall! Though I thought I knew my way, I needed the light to guide me. "Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path." (Psalm 119:105)

    Neighbors gathered together for the common good, supplying needs in whatever way possible. Debbie came by sharing her peaches and tomatoes. Our perishables didn't perish after all because Tom and Kathy afforded us room in their refrigerator, which ran on a generator. I washed some laundry at the home of my niece while we all played games and enjoyed a lunch. Whatever the need, there was always someone there to supply it. "Love your neighbor as yourself." (Leviticus 19:18)

    Free ice and cases of water were offered at our senior center, as well as a refuge for cooling and charging ones phones. As I drove up to the supply trucks to accept this offer, I thought of the Living Water of Jesus. As He told the Samaritan woman at the well, "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life." (John 4:13)

    It's interesting to me that when a crisis comes, people get back to the basics as all the frivolous entrapments of life fall to the wayside. We needed water in its frozen form to fill our coolers. Without light, some of us ran into a bedroom wall. A lit match was needed to light the burner of our gas stove. Water, light, fire - all key for survival, all made directly, exclusively by God. 

    When the electricity was restored, we let up a happy holler. As I texted concerned friends and relatives, "We have power," the thought occurred to me that I was never powerless as long as I was attached to the Vine. As Jesus said, "Apart from me, you can do nothing." (John 15:5)

"Power belongs to you, God; and with you, Lord, is unfailing love." Psalm 62:11, 12

    

    

    

     

God, not god

 "Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me; your right hand will hold me fast." Psalm 139: 7-10

    Although I was raised in a Christian home and attended church every time the doors were opened, I wasted half my life serving god while running from God. 

    The god I desired fit into my purse, like a compact mirror. I could take him out every now and then to check my reflection, then tuck him back in so he couldn't see what I was doing, and so I couldn't see how poorly I reflected Christ. I wanted to bring him out only when I needed him. 

    I guess I just assumed it was He who followed me, because, for example, when I became lost in the woods as a child, I felt His presence with me, guiding me to safety.

    When in communion with nature, I lay cradling my head in my arms as I gazed up at the majestic maple tree, appreciating how she swayed in the breeze, it was as if He were laying right beside me at times like that.

     As a young woman, alone and bankrupt, He encouraged me through his holy scriptures, wrapping me in His warm embrace. So, I knew that He was with me, even when I had "settled on the far side of the sea."

    But, it wasn't until I morally hit rock bottom that I sold all I had and accepted His invitation to follow Him. (see Matthew 19:21) I had to leave my nets on the shoreline.

    When Jesus called the disciples Simon and his brother, Andrew, He didn't say, "Hey, fellas, can I come fishing with you?"

    No. He invited them to "Come, follow me." (Matthew 4:19)

    I wasn't found until I admitted I was lost. I became alive when I died to self. When I thought I was seeing clearly, I was so blind. 

    These days, I follow Him wherever He leads me. "Wait for me, Lord! I'm comin'!"

"And anyone who does not carry his cross and follow me cannot be my disciple." Luke 14:27

Stranger Danger

 "The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice. But they will never follow a stranger; in fact, they will run from a stranger because they do not recognize a stranger's voice." John 10: 3-5

    When my daughter, Hannah, was over the other day, I invited her to come to the back yard with me to toy with my new app which identifies bird song. Avian activity was rather sparse that day until a rather raucous bird call reached our ears. We glanced at the app for its identification.

    It seemed to ruminate on this sound for a few minutes as we waited. When the answer popped up, we looked at each other in disbelief: Great Horned Owl?! 

    Zealous for an adventure, I ran inside to retrieve the binoculars and we set out to see this rare occurrence. The sound led us around the block as the excitement built. 

    "It must be in that maple tree!" I exclaimed, peering through the binoculars. Then Hannah delivered the crushing news: "Mom, the sound is coming from that parrot over there." 

    Sure enough, on a porch sat a caged white bird mimicking the cry of a Great Horned Owl. Alas, even the app was deceived. Though crestfallen, we were still able to laugh at our experience.

    I thought of how easily we can be deceived, especially as the wonders of technology increase. Hannah and I could have reported that we had heard an owl, but we wisely searched for truth. 

    When listening to all the talking heads in our society, how do I separate truth from fiction? I dare not trust any voice other than the one of my Shepherd, who speaks to me from his word, the bible. 

    Satan, the great deceiver, would have me believe I am good enough on my own merit to go to heaven, but what does God say? "For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith - and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God- not by works, so that no one can boast." (Ephesians 2: 8, 9)

    Satan will tell me that I am not a sinner, that I haven't done anything wrong, but God says, "for all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God." (Romans 3:23)

   Or, that snake will whisper, "You've done the unforgiveable! And you call yourself a Christian." Here's the truth: "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." (1 John 1:9)

    Again, Satan will say there are many paths that lead to heaven, but Jesus said, "I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." (John 14:6)

    I choose to believe the One who won the victory over the grave, who lives and reigns from heaven and who has sealed me with his Holy Spirit as a guarantee that He is coming back for me. 

"Out of all the voices calling out to me, I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth." - Voice of Truth by Casting Crowns 

"So be careful to do what the Lord your God has commanded you; do not turn aside to the right or to the left. Walk in obedience to all that the Lord your God has commanded you, so that you may live and prosper and prolong your days in the land you will possess." Deuteronomy 5: 32, 33

Cyber Attack

 "In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears. He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters. He rescued me from my powerful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong for me." Psalm 18: 6, 16, 17

    During my bible time this morning, I was distracted by a column I spied in the newspaper my husband was reading.

    In the middle of meditating on Psalm 18, a victory song written by David after the Lord rescued him from Saul, I read about the massive computer related outage we experienced last week due to a glitch in software. As you may know, flights were grounded, surgeries were delayed, banks and their ATMs were affected. Even my brother-in-law, who sought license tags for his new truck, was greeted by a closed door at the BMV. It was frightening to see just how vulnerable we really are.

    The writer of the column labeled the outage as a warning of future cyber attacks that could be intentionally caused by enemy nations.  Cyber attacks from outer space seem so surreal and dystopian, as if I am reading a comic book from the '50s, and yet they are a very real, invisible threat. Security against cyber crimes costs our country millions of dollars annually.

    As a novice in the world of technology, when I hear such terms as "cookies in the browser" or "CrowdStrike," I must investigate to understand. When I first learned of the "cloud," I thought of the Lord of heaven, whose abode is above the clouds:

"He parted the heavens and came down; dark clouds were under his feet. He mounted the cherubim and flew; he soared on the wings of the wind. Out of the brightness of his presence clouds advanced, with hailstones and bolts of lightning." (Psalm 18: 9, 10, 12)

    While washing the morning dishes, I talked to God about my fears of cyber attacks. "Lord," I said, "it was one thing for David to take on a tangible foe in a physical battle, but we are faced with invisible threats from outer space! I feel so helpless."

    "Ah, my child," He answered in my heart, "I am above the clouds!"

    How soon I had forgotten the words of Psalm 18, allowing the words of a column to replace faith with fear. As I rinsed away the suds on the dishes, the anxieties I had felt went down the drain as well. After all, Jesus said, "In this world you will have trouble. But, take heart! I have overcome the world." (John 16:33)

"He said, 'Surely they are my people, children who will be true to me;' and so he became their Savior. In all their distress, he too was distressed, and the angel of his presence saved them. In his love and mercy he redeemed them and carried them all the days of old." Isaiah 63: 8, 9

This Little Gospel Light

 "In Him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it." John 1: 4, 5

    Now in my 60s, I remember many of the children's songs I learned in Sunday School. 

    We kids loved the one about the poor man who built his house upon the sand, mainly because we got to demonstrate rather noisily the crash of his poorly constructed abode when the rains had come down. The final verse urged us to build our life on the Lord Jesus Christ.

    Another favorite was recounting with our motions the story of Zacchaeus, the "wee little man who climbed up in a sycamore tree for he wanted the Lord to see." Because we were small, we could especially relate to this diminutive tax collector with whom the Lord had supper. Would I have climbed a tree to see Jesus?

    In my mind's eye, I see us all singing loudly as we held our "candles" up toward heaven: "This little gospel light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine!" We had such enthusiasm behind our childlike faith. As young as I was, just one kid among many baby boomers, the flame that lit my wick was enough to light a very dark room. 

    Never underestimate the power of the gospel.

    The Bible says, "A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out." (Isaiah 42:3) Indeed, the candle that had illumined my young heart remains lit to this day.

    While walking around a public event recently, we explored the various vendors' wares. Beneath brightly-colored canopies were offerings of sunglasses, tie-dyed garments, political agendas and jewelry of all shapes. Tantalizing aromas bid us to approach the different food trucks as upbeat music quickened our step. 

    Not much caused me to pause until, like a ray of brilliant sunshine, I spotted a familiar sight when I espied a table offering the Good News of the Gospel! Like a moth drawn to a flame, I buzzed over to strike up a conversation with the attendees. I felt as refreshed as if I had drank from flowing streams of Living Water. 

    Though it was the only table of its type, it shone like the noonday sun among gray clouds.

    As our culture continues its descent into the darkness, I am persuaded all the more to raise my candle high and let my Light shine for all to see. "I'm gonna let it shine, let it shine all the time, let it shine." It points the way to heaven .

"In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven." Matthew 5:16

    

    

Imitator or Imitation?

 "Therefore, be imitators of God, as beloved children. And walk in love as Christ loved us and gave Himself up for us." Ephesians 5: 1, 2

    As my granddaughter and I were coloring in her Thomas the Tank Engine coloring book, I began to hum a tune. I felt Esme's eyes peep up at me, then she also began to hum. A smile teased the corners of my mouth as I pondered how readily my actions were impressed upon this wee one. How careful I must be around this little sponge!

    As a child of God, how do I imitate Him? 

    The first thought that comes to mind is our greatest commandment: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength." (Deut. 6:5) After all, I do not want to imitate someone I dislike. 

    Of course, the second greatest commandment is to "Love each other as I have loved you." (John 15:12) I don't resemble Jesus at all when I am harboring resentment, speaking slanderously or gossiping. 

    Then, I must listen to and recognize the voice of the Shepherd. "My sheep listen to my voice," said Jesus, "and they follow me." He speaks to me through his Word, the Bible. It is there that I receive such directives as, "Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry." (James 1:19) "Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone." (Romans 12:17)

    Here's one that may surprise you: If I want to be like Christ, I must expect to suffer. The Apostle Paul said, "I want to know Christ - yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like Him in his death, and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead." (Philippians 3:10, 11) Imitating Jesus is not for sissies, rather "whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me." (Matthew 16:24)

    As a wordsmith, I am drawn to definitions and root words, so I pondered the difference between "imitate" and "imitation." "Imitate" means to "copy the mannerisms or speech of, " while "imitation" suggests a more sour connotation: "Something copied from an original, often in an inferior way." 

    I pictured an imitation Christian, one who is not sincere in their belief. Perhaps for this person, following Jesus is a weekend endeavor or a religious tradition. But the secular world sees through this flimsy copy of the Original. 

    To reflect the Son, I must be prepared to lose my life. It is only then that my true life is found in Christ. (Matthew 10:39) 

    So, to be like Christ, I must grab a towel and be ready to wash feet.(John 13: 4, 5) Who knows? I may even hum while doing so.

"Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer." Romans 12: 9, 10, 12

Years of Tears

 "Jesus, once more deeply moved, came to the tomb. It was a cave with a stone rolled across the entrance. 'Take away the stone,' He said." John 11: 38, 39

    In preparation for my bible study lesson, I read the account of the raising of Lazarus, a passage with which I am familiar. This time, however, I paused to reflect on the possible thoughts of Jesus as He approached the tomb.

    Waves of loving compassion and sympathy washed over Jesus as He wept along with the sisters, Mary and Martha. When He stood facing the tomb of his friend, their brother Lazarus, I wonder if He thought back to the Fall of Man when, like the opening of a Pandora's box, years of tears were unleashed that washed across centuries of tombs and eons of sorrow. Adam and Eve were evicted from paradise as the sentinel cherubim flashed a flaming sword at the eastern entrance, barring them from the tree of life. The death knell had sounded for all of us.

    Perhaps Jesus, when looking at the tomb, thought of His own pending death by crucifixion and the borrowed tomb where His shrouded body would lay waiting, waiting for the Son to rise on that third day when the sting of death will have been eradicated and victory over the grave eternally claimed! The stench of death has been replaced by the aroma of our risen Lord and Savior. Hallelujah! Amen!

    I have attended various funerals over the years enough to testify to the joyous homegoing of the Christian. Yes, their body lay dead, just like any one of us will someday be, but the difference is the hope of glory that is ours in Christ. We have been redeemed from the power of the second death, that is the death of our souls. 

    I can't say for sure, but maybe Jesus was thinking, on that day by the tomb, how much He abhors death just as we do. Yet, He willingly laid down His life so that we may live, drying up the years of tears. 

    Have you thanked Him?

"On this mountain he will destroy the shroud that enfolds all peoples, the sheet that covers all nations; he will swallow up death forever. The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears from all faces; he will remove the disgrace of his people from all the earth." Isaiah 25: 7, 8

My Mother, My Friend

"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb." Psalm 139:13

    My mom wasn't one to idly loaf around. Even when watching television, if she saw a cobweb lurking in a corner, she'd jump up to swat it down. 

    One of her favorite pastimes was crocheting afghans because she could be productive while watching Judge Judy. She'd usually select two colors that complimented each other well before setting to task using her favorite chevron pattern. Her fingers would fly, the hook a blur; she made it look effortless. The joy of creating something was evidently edifying to her as she showed me her latest work when I'd come by.

    My mom went home to Jesus almost nine years ago; I miss her sorely. When I was reading one of my favorite psalms this morning (Psalm 139), it dawned on me that before my mother was, God is. It was He who chose a bit of my father and a tad of my mom and married the two together to create me, an original work. With nimble fingers of grace and wisdom, he "knit me together in my mother's womb."

    He whose angels escorted my mom home, will come for me as well, taking me to be with Him (and her) for all eternity. Oh, what a friend I have in Jesus! Of all the wonderful things my mom did for me, the one that means the most is introducing me to Him, her best friend and Savior and mine as well.

    For Mother's Day some years ago, I wrote this poem for her:

My Mother, My Friend

From pinning my diapers

And tying my shoes,

To playing board games

When I had the blues, you were

My Mother, my friend.

From mending my clothes

And forcing me to school,

To taking me to church

To learn the Golden Rule, you were

My Mother, my friend.

From enduring my cats

And fixing dinner,

To soaping my mouth

When I was a sinner, you were

My Mother, my friend.

From teaching me manners

And all social graces,

You encouraged me to make

Friends in all places, you were

My Mother, my friend.

From teen to woman

And all stuff in between,

You always stood by me

And you'll forever be...

My Mother, my friend.

Christ, my Liberator

 "The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn and provide for those who grieve in Zion - to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair." Isaiah 61: 1-3

    It is possible to live in bondage, even in the midst of freedom.

    One would think, living in America with all its liberties, we'd be the happiest, most united people on the globe. There would be love for our neighbors, fellowship among the races and a sense of peace as we went about our daily lives. 

    Instead, we are faced with wrangling politicians, random acts of violence, limp churches and profound loneliness. Is this liberty?

    Our founding fathers constituted a God-given plan designed to promote our general welfare, provide for our common defense and grant everyone a pursuit of happiness, but at the core of our human nature, we have not been set free until we have met Jesus Christ, humbly repenting of our sins to receive "freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners." 

    In the eighth chapter of the gospel of John, Jesus is hashing things out with the Pharisees, most of whom do not believe in Him. Jesus said: "Very truly I tell you, everyone who sins is a slave to sin. Now, a slave has no permanent place in the family, but a son belongs to it forever. So if the Son sets you free, you are free indeed." (vs. 34-36)

    Peal the bells of liberty; Jesus has freed us from slavery to sin. Clothed in His righteousness, we can then go out and love our neighbor, aid the hungry, curb the loneliness and bring comfort to those who mourn. "Truly I tell you, whatever you did for the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did it for me." (Matthew 25:40)

    I have an inspirational quote by John F. Kennedy taped in a prominent spot which says, "The rights of man come not from the generosity of the state, but from the hand of God." Look not to Washington; Christ is our Liberator.

"To the Jews who had believed Him, Jesus said, 'If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." John 8: 31, 32

The Lion and the Lamb

 "Now the Lord God had formed out of the ground all the wild animals and all the birds of the sky. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name. So the man gave names to all the livestock, the birds in the sky and all the wild animals." Genesis 2: 19, 20

    A crisp, sunny morning beckoned my walk to the marsh. Before leaving my yard, a cardinal heralded my presence from his perch in the oak above. I paused to see this scarlet singer, marveling at the pure sound of his praise.

    Farther along, the lament of a mourning dove slowed my step out of respect. 

    Along the serpentine stretch of road leading to the lagoons, a wary mother goose eyed me from her nest, likely wondering if I were friend or foe. I reassured her that, as a mom myself, I understood her caution.

    Encouraged by the sweet aroma of a honeysuckle vine, a paused to drink it in while the sharp caw of the red-winged blackbird bid me go. 

    'Twasn't long before I felt the staring amber eye of a grey heron, watching me from his stalwart position on the bank. His prehistoric silhouette frightened me a little, I admit.

    At water's edge, a wee white butterfly sipped her morning brew from a wildflower as the flurry of a nervous cottontail bunny diverted my attention. How I wished he wouldn't fear me.

    Over my head, the chattering industrious purple martins were bustling about their business of raising their families within the curious white gourds they called home. I imagined the mothers discussing the antics of their children or the housecleaning they needed to do.

    Regretfully, it was time to head to my home. My trek of treasures was punctuated by one last lovely sight: the domed home of a turtle was spotted, its owner stretching his neck to my Creator and his, as he gratefully accepted God's gift of sun and water. 

    As I walked, I pondered Adam's task of giving names to all of these creatures. Perhaps, prior to the curse which sin brought, these were not fearful of man. Perhaps it will be that way once again when we, who have been redeemed by the blood of the Lamb, will dwell in the paradise of the new heaven and the new earth. The fear of evil will have been abolished; peace will have been restored.

    It's curious to me that Jesus is referred to as both a Lion and a Lamb, for only in Him, will all things wild and tame be married peaceably. What a day that will be!

    "The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together, and a little child will lead them." Isaiah 11:6

No Trespassing

 "Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup: you make my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance." Psalm 16: 5, 6

    We once had a neighbor who was a tad off. He did his best work alone, at night, when most everyone was tucked in. Though I knew he meant no harm, it was a bit disconcerting to be awakened by a scritching noise, peer out the bedroom window and see him below in our yard, pulling weeds and watering the garden.

    As I write this, I gaze out upon our back yard where we now live, gratitude welling in my heart for this lot to call our own, at least for a breadth of time. The only trespassers we experience these days have feather or fur (or snake skin!).

    There's a house on the corner yonder way which has several "No Trespassing" signs posted. When I walk past, I think, "I wouldn't want to go there anyhow. I have a lovely yard of my own."

    Spiritually speaking, my Lord has given me a lush Garden of Eden where I am sustained by the Bread of Life while rivers of grace fill my cup to overflowing. The parameters He has set in place render security and keep predators at bay. The Bible describes this as a fortress, a haven of rest. 

    Should I ever roam, as I have regretfully done in the past, He comes looking for me. "For this is what the Sovereign Lord says: I myself will search for my sheep and look after them." (Ezekiel 34:11) He brought me back to the fold.

    Is it a coincidence that the word "trespass" is a synonym for sin? When saying the Lord's Prayer, we implore, "And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us." (Matthew 6:12) When I trespass, I wander into territories that are fraught with dangers, like entering unknown properties. What is there to gain in that when I have a beautiful place to call my own?

    And so, in Christ I have my home, my dwelling place for all eternity where I am protected from all evil by his rod and his staff.  There's no place like home.

"Blessed are those who fear the Lord, who find great delight in his commands. Wealth and riches are in their houses, and their righteousness endures forever." Psalm 112: 1, 3

No Fear

 "Surely the righteous will never be shaken; they will be remembered forever. They will have no fear of bad news; their hearts are steadfast, trusting in the Lord. Their hearts are secure, they will have no fear; in the end they will look in triumph on their foes." Psalm 112:6-8

    Have you ever disturbed a nest of ants and observed their frenzied displeasure? Last week, Satan poked a stick into our family's nest.

    Our daughter called from Texas: "I've an emergency! Please pray." Our granddaughter, Esme, aged two and a half, fell from a second floor window to a bed of river rock below, landing on her back. Our frantic reaction to this news began requests for prayers which were dispatched immediately.

    Meanwhile, in the ambulance, plans were discussed to divert the course to a hospital that specialized in spinal cord injuries when Esme was unresponsive to sensation on her feet. 

    The Bible assures us that God hears our prayers. "I sought the Lord and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears...The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles." (Psalm 34: 4, 17) We were crying out and He was listening because that little gal wriggled her toes! There was no need for a spinal specialist because the Great Physician gave the diagnosis.

    Scans revealed no fractures, only a mild concussion. A follow up visit proved the sovereignty of God as the baffled doctor stated, "Someone was watching out for this little one!" Today, she is an active as-if-nothing-happened toddler.

    Why is it so important to attend church, especially if there are so many great sermons online? It's because, like those ants, there's unity in the body of Christ. Had this tragedy occurred to an unbeliever, calls to friends and family may incur thoughts and bring assistance, but how much more power is there in the prayers of the righteous being heard by the living God?

    When one of God's children sounds the alarm, an army responds. I thank God and all who prayed.

"You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you." Isaiah 26:3

When Time Stood Still

 "Keep me safe, my God, for in you I take refuge." Psalm 16:1

    On this sunny Saturday, I had just finished devouring the sixteenth Psalm over breakfast when our daughter called. 

    "I've an emergency! I need prayer right away!" she implored.

    At that moment, time stood still as my heart thudded in my ears and tears sprang to my eyes. Though we stay as closely connected as possible given there are 1400 miles between us, the distance at that moment was incredibly palpable. A helpless dread threatened at the door.

    But I serve a risen Savior, One who is active in my day-to-day, so when fear engulfed me, faith took command of the situation. All the basic training I'd ever received at bible study boot camps sprang to life as I hit my knees, rapidly claiming the promises of God as if I were drawing up a battle plan. Memorized verses came from my holster. I initiated waves of communication to the family of God to pray without ceasing. And when the words would not come, the Holy Spirit interceded for me (Romans 8:26). 

    Had I lived in her town, of course I would have gone straight to her, but Jesus, to Whom has been given all authority under heaven, has the power to enter hearts and hospital rooms that would have been closed to me. He was in the ambulance. He directed the physicians. He posted his angels on guard. All hail the power of Jesus' Name!

"I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With Him at my right hand, I will not be shaken." Psalm 16:8

Bend the Knee

 "If anyone is ashamed of me and my words, the Son of Man will be ashamed of him when He comes in His glory and in the glory of the Father and of the holy angels." Luke 9:26

    Beneath the brilliant sky of blue, my husband and I attended a track meet to see my sister's grandson compete. As we approached the field, it was easy to spot Mason, tall and blonde. Finding a vantage spot on the fence line opposite the pole vault area, we enjoyed the sunshine watching students from many local school districts competing. 

    Time and again, this student and that one did their best to vault above the bar until finally I saw Mason grasp his pole. I was excited to see how he'd do, but it was what he did prior to his athletic attempt that both thrilled and humbled me.

    He bent on one knee and bowed his head to God in prayer.

    There, in the center of a busy field of activity, time seemed to stop as I saw this young man of fourteen humble himself before his Savior. 

    It caused me to ask how many times have I paused to pray in public areas? Or am I prone to go along with the crowd, not wanting to call attention to Jesus by my actions?

    Though Mason's way was not pharisaical in any way, he introduced Jesus to others who may not know Him by putting his faith into action.

    Whether he won the competition or not became secondary to the victory he claimed on bended knee in an athletic field. He is a winner.

"Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus, every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." Philippians 2: 9-11 

Heaven's Scent

 "What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived the things God has prepared for those who love him."                       1 Corinthians 2:9

    Though the day was briskly cold, I determined to walk to the lagoons anyway. To my delight, along the way was a gift from my Creator - a fragrant bouquet of dark violet lilacs in full bloom. As I paused to graciously receive this aromatic blessing, I wondered about the scents of heaven. 

    Our eyes shall behold the promised Holy City, coming down in all its brilliance like that of a very precious jewel. In our ears will reverberate the din of the multitude, like the roar of Niagara with loud peals of thunder and shouts of Hallelujah. 

    But what treats await our olfactory senses? 

    When I was a child, my family loved to dine on the back porch where the summery aromas of the honeysuckle vine overpowered any culinary offerings. This sweet scent spurs memories of long ago with such clarity that the passage of years evaporates, and suddenly I am there once more.

    I hope heaven smells like that, and I am quite confident it will. The God who infuses our earthly home with whiffs of jasmine or the glories of gardenia will most certainly satiate our senses with the richest of aromas in our new abode. 

    Such an anticipation is heaven sent.

"Blessed are those you choose and bring near to live in your courts! We are filled with the good things of your house, of your holy temple." Psalm 65:4

    

Glass Houses

 Jesus said, "'Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.' 

    At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there.

    Jesus straightened up and asked her, 'Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?'

    'No one, sir,' she said.

    'Then neither do I condemn you,' Jesus declared. 'Go now and leave your life of sin.'" John 8: 7-11

    In our local paper, on the front page, there was a report of a woman I knew some years ago. It surprised me to learn she had been convicted of theft.

    It pleases me none to say my immediate thought was to call so-and-so and spread the news. After all, she was fair game, being in the paper and all. Thankfully, the Holy Spirit reminded me to have compassion on her. What if a sin of mine was posted for all to see? 

    Perhaps you have heard of this proverb, "Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones." Though Solomon did not write this, its premise is biblical, hearkening back to the woman who was caught in the act of adultery. She was front page news as her accusers dragged her before Jesus for all to see, demanding she be stoned in payment for her deed (as quoted above).

    Indeed, God's word says, "For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God," and "The wages of sin is death." (Romans 3: 23, 6:23) However, before you slump in dejection as the memory of your sins weighs upon you, finish reading these verses!

    "...for all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Jesus Christ." and " ...but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord."

    Obviously, sin is not okay with God since the Lord caused his only Son to suffer as our sacrifice. "The punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed." (Isaiah 53:5) That is the very essence of the Good News.

    We all live in glass houses. When we see another stumble in the chains of slavery to sin, let's remember to pray for that person to meet the One who has the power to break those chains.

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him. Whoever believes in Him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because they have not believed in the name of God's one and only Son. This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but people loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God." John 3:16-21

  

Even There

 "Even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast." Psalm 139:10

    One of the perks of being a senior is having a colonoscopy.

    Of course, I am speaking facetiously since the entire procedure (for me) is akin to having a hood placed over my head as I am led to the gallows. Yes, yes, I know it's for my benefit and all that, but I am a coward when faced with all things medical.

    To enlighten those who may not have participated in this experience, the preparations leading up to this rather odious screening of one's colon involves a gradual weaning of the very sustenance that keeps one alive, that is food and water, so that, in the final six hours, not even an ice chip may pass one's lips. 

    So, it was in this very weakened, sleepless condition that I entered the doors of the endoscopy clinic. Upon arrival, a cloud of angst settled 'round me like a raiment of doom. It didn't help matters when the receptionist quizzed me about having a "Do Not Resuscitate" order on file. By the time I was ushered behind the curtain, fear had so fully engulfed me that I timidly asked the nurse in a thin voice, "How many people have died on the table in this place?"

    She calmly assured me of the rare occurrence of that particular danger. As she turned my right arm to administer my IV, she commented on my tattoo which bears the reference of my life verse, Isaiah 41:10. "So do not fear," I began to recite, "for I am with you..." The nurse smiled in full acknowledgment, assuring me she also knew that verse. 

    Ah, the words of the Lord that are "sweeter than honey, than honey from the honeycomb" (Psalm 19:10) coursed through my veins, bringing His strength and peace. The Holy Spirit within reminded me to "Consider Him who endured such opposition." Thoughts of my Jesus, who went forty days and nights without sustenance in the desert of temptation, was tended by the angels when it was all over. I knew He tended to my needs as well. 

    Is God present in an endoscopy clinic? Yes! Even there. I can attest to it.

    Feeling much better the following day, I opened my Bible and randomly selected a Psalm where David's words, penned to God while in the Desert of Judah, became my own:

"You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you. I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water. I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory. Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you. I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands. I will be fully satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips I will praise you. On my bed I will remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night. Because you are my help, I will sing in the shadow of your wings. I cling to you; your right hand upholds me." (Psalm 63: 1-8)