Luke 15 beginning in verse 11 tells the story of the prodigal son. Most of you have heard it, but you can read it to refresh your memory.
Most of my life I have always believed that the prodigal was a bad place to be. The more I grow in my relationship with God, the more I realize how vital the prodigal position is to true repentance, true Christ-likeness.
The prodigal has two things going for him:
1. He realizes he has great need.
2. He understands that God has great wealth of mercy.
It hasn't been until recently that I can say that I am a forgiven prodigal rather than the son that stayed with no reason to be forgiven --- or at least none that he can see.
Break my heart for what breaks yours, Jesus.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Thursday, August 02, 2012
Perspective
Yesterday was "Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day", so they say. I think the entire nation was as polarized as 9-11, just in different directions instead of one focus. Very few people were indifferent, but motivated by some aspect of the argument.
To a small group of folks, it was a sad, shocking day, though.
Wesley Bryant, 22, of Carthage, NC left this earth behind. It was sudden. It was unexpected. It was tragic. It doesn't matter how. It is too much!
If you didn't know my friend, Wes, you missed out.
I will be 45 this year on my birthday and I can honestly say that I have NEVER met anyone with the level of sincerity this kid had. He loved everyone as a person and expressed it in his way-with gentleness and kindness. If you read his Facebook wall, it is filled with "you were a great friend" by hundreds.
We were accidental friends really. Two of his best friends and band mates were friends of mine and played in our church's worship band. One of those boys (men now) has an amazing story of his own. So we were friends of friends. Since Wes worked his way through high school and college at the only grocery store in town, we slowly became friends.
He probably didn't like me much at first, I am the pastor's wife, after all, but slowly he warmed. And just to be honest, I was a little intimidated by him at first. I began to appreciate him so much that I made it a point to use his check out line when he would come home from college on break even if meant me waiting. We would chat about school, his body art on his arms (which was gorgeous) and ALWAYS music-Seventh Denial then lately As Oceans and occasionally church.
It was this passed winter break, I think, that I knew from Facebook that he was home and happened into Food Lion. There he was, in his spot. He wasn't waiting on a customer because it was slow at that moment. He looked up from what he was doing and got a big smile on his face and came around the counter and greeted me with a hug. That was Wes. Just a lovable guy. I'm not a metal fan, so I've never been to one of his concerts. He's not a church fan, so he'd not been to church. We were just two friends saying "Hi! It's so good to see you!"
Two weeks ago, he brought some clothes and shoes by my shop for donation. What a joy it was to see him. I lamented to him that I missed seeing him to which he agreed, but started sharing with me his internship work and everything going on in his life. Even in the not so good stuff he had seen the silver lining and was turning it to good. He asked me about my life, my family and sent a "hi" message to my husband asking about him and the church. He was so different from that young man I had met 4-5 years ago. He was confident and happy. He was genuine and real.
I will miss him. You see, he taught me a lot with out knowing it. I am thankful for the life lessons he shared in his easy manner of appreciating life and seeking Truth.
August 1, 2012 will always be a day for me when a seeker left this life wondering if their was any Truth, while many in this bible-belted community fought and voiced their right to be right.
One person jokingly shared with me a week ago, "we won...nahnahnahnahnah". Yes, we may have won here and now, but did Jesus in the later?
I love you, Wes, dear young friend. Thank you for sharing your time with me. Your life lessons will never be lost.
Jesus, thank you for Wes. Place on my heart every day the type of genuineness that he had with love and appreciation for everyone, even people that I don't agree with. Let me be about your business and not my own. Amen.
To a small group of folks, it was a sad, shocking day, though.
Photo by permission compliments of "Kuldeep Chudasama". Thank you!
Wesley Bryant, 22, of Carthage, NC left this earth behind. It was sudden. It was unexpected. It was tragic. It doesn't matter how. It is too much!
If you didn't know my friend, Wes, you missed out.
I will be 45 this year on my birthday and I can honestly say that I have NEVER met anyone with the level of sincerity this kid had. He loved everyone as a person and expressed it in his way-with gentleness and kindness. If you read his Facebook wall, it is filled with "you were a great friend" by hundreds.
We were accidental friends really. Two of his best friends and band mates were friends of mine and played in our church's worship band. One of those boys (men now) has an amazing story of his own. So we were friends of friends. Since Wes worked his way through high school and college at the only grocery store in town, we slowly became friends.
Photo used with permission and compliments of Shaun Dirte Gleason. Thank you!
Joey, Wes, Derrick and one of their friends.
He probably didn't like me much at first, I am the pastor's wife, after all, but slowly he warmed. And just to be honest, I was a little intimidated by him at first. I began to appreciate him so much that I made it a point to use his check out line when he would come home from college on break even if meant me waiting. We would chat about school, his body art on his arms (which was gorgeous) and ALWAYS music-Seventh Denial then lately As Oceans and occasionally church.
It was this passed winter break, I think, that I knew from Facebook that he was home and happened into Food Lion. There he was, in his spot. He wasn't waiting on a customer because it was slow at that moment. He looked up from what he was doing and got a big smile on his face and came around the counter and greeted me with a hug. That was Wes. Just a lovable guy. I'm not a metal fan, so I've never been to one of his concerts. He's not a church fan, so he'd not been to church. We were just two friends saying "Hi! It's so good to see you!"
Two weeks ago, he brought some clothes and shoes by my shop for donation. What a joy it was to see him. I lamented to him that I missed seeing him to which he agreed, but started sharing with me his internship work and everything going on in his life. Even in the not so good stuff he had seen the silver lining and was turning it to good. He asked me about my life, my family and sent a "hi" message to my husband asking about him and the church. He was so different from that young man I had met 4-5 years ago. He was confident and happy. He was genuine and real.
I will miss him. You see, he taught me a lot with out knowing it. I am thankful for the life lessons he shared in his easy manner of appreciating life and seeking Truth.
August 1, 2012 will always be a day for me when a seeker left this life wondering if their was any Truth, while many in this bible-belted community fought and voiced their right to be right.
One person jokingly shared with me a week ago, "we won...nahnahnahnahnah". Yes, we may have won here and now, but did Jesus in the later?
I love you, Wes, dear young friend. Thank you for sharing your time with me. Your life lessons will never be lost.
Jesus, thank you for Wes. Place on my heart every day the type of genuineness that he had with love and appreciation for everyone, even people that I don't agree with. Let me be about your business and not my own. Amen.
Utterly broken
I'm sitting here shaking in tears.
I feel like Peter in the boat speaking to Jesus. "Depart from me, I am a sinful man."
My mediation today has been from Romans 1&2.
Paul says that no one has an excuse. God has given us every opportunity to turn to him, but some have turned away giving themselves up to a depraved mind.
It's easy for the Christian to understand chapter 1, we stand on it every time we make a judgement.
BUT
God saw fit to remind the Christian in Romans 2:1-3 ending with a severe warning in vs 4.
As I read and re-read and meditated on verses 18 through 32 of Romans 1 I realized a few things about myself in a way that I never have before
I'll admit that I don't like confrontation so I may not be completely forth right about things - skirt issues that I know will cause problems (deceit). I want things that others have (covetousness, envy). I am proud (haughty) will let you know it (insolent and boastful). Joke too much on the wrong things (foolish). Devise plans (faithless).
God through Paul says that I am just like the homosexual.
Romans 2:3 (ESV) Do you suppose, O man--you who judge those who practice such things and yet do them yourself--that you will escape the judgment of God?
Who is the "you"?
According to the introduction Paul is speaking to "all those in Rome who are loved by God and called to be saints" (vs 7) -- the church in Rome - known as the Gentile church.
It was unreal to me as I worked my way through it, but I felt the presence of God the entire time as he pealed back layers in my heart to reveal my condition and held my hand pointing me to the one that won the victory over that sin.
I was a dark place to go, but the light of the world was their with me. I could not have gone through it 30-some years ago when I said a prayer, my eye sight and hearing were not ready. It took me a long time to be able to desire that I apply God's word to my own life instead of applying it to situations and folks around me.
My relationship to God is one that is because of Jesus' sacrifice, cultivated and secured by the work of the Holy Spirit. Romans 8:1 clearly states that because of Jesus there is no condemnation Thank you, Jesus.
This place where God took me is definitely hard to put into words, but I wish that everyone reading it could experience that type of purity and openness before God. It is truly humiliating.
Father, keep me ever humble before you. Amen.
I feel like Peter in the boat speaking to Jesus. "Depart from me, I am a sinful man."
My mediation today has been from Romans 1&2.
Paul says that no one has an excuse. God has given us every opportunity to turn to him, but some have turned away giving themselves up to a depraved mind.
It's easy for the Christian to understand chapter 1, we stand on it every time we make a judgement.
BUT
God saw fit to remind the Christian in Romans 2:1-3 ending with a severe warning in vs 4.
As I read and re-read and meditated on verses 18 through 32 of Romans 1 I realized a few things about myself in a way that I never have before
I'll admit that I don't like confrontation so I may not be completely forth right about things - skirt issues that I know will cause problems (deceit). I want things that others have (covetousness, envy). I am proud (haughty) will let you know it (insolent and boastful). Joke too much on the wrong things (foolish). Devise plans (faithless).
God through Paul says that I am just like the homosexual.
Romans 2:3 (ESV) Do you suppose, O man--you who judge those who practice such things and yet do them yourself--that you will escape the judgment of God?
Who is the "you"?
According to the introduction Paul is speaking to "all those in Rome who are loved by God and called to be saints" (vs 7) -- the church in Rome - known as the Gentile church.
It was unreal to me as I worked my way through it, but I felt the presence of God the entire time as he pealed back layers in my heart to reveal my condition and held my hand pointing me to the one that won the victory over that sin.
I was a dark place to go, but the light of the world was their with me. I could not have gone through it 30-some years ago when I said a prayer, my eye sight and hearing were not ready. It took me a long time to be able to desire that I apply God's word to my own life instead of applying it to situations and folks around me.
My relationship to God is one that is because of Jesus' sacrifice, cultivated and secured by the work of the Holy Spirit. Romans 8:1 clearly states that because of Jesus there is no condemnation Thank you, Jesus.
This place where God took me is definitely hard to put into words, but I wish that everyone reading it could experience that type of purity and openness before God. It is truly humiliating.
Father, keep me ever humble before you. Amen.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
A special day
Happy Birthday, Emma Grace!
She 3 today. Give or take.
What do I mean?
Emma Grace has an amazing past. Because of her birth country's customs and laws, she was an outcast -literally-outcast. Left in the darkness alone only hours to days old.
Her story is inconceivable to me. I couldn't imagine being in a situation where I felt as though I had to turn my infant out in hopes of the kindness of others.
I have to wonder if Emma's birth mamma and papa think of her. Do they still mourn her loss (to them)? Do they ever wonder what became of that small creature of their own womb they left in the night? I would have to think that Emma's image is engraved in their minds for all eternity.
Thankfully, Emma Grace's story doesn't end on the streets, God had amazing plans for her.
Probably one of the reasons, ok, the main reason that EG was left was because she has defects. She had cleft defects which were obvious. For the poor peasant scary. Not so obvious she had a CHD....Congenital Heart Defect....a broken heart.
While Emma was being processed in the government God started working in a couples heart that they needed to adopt. They had all boys and really wanted a girl. Where is the first place that you think of when you think adopting a girl? China. The process steam rolled. The young couple would not be stopped and pressed forward through hurdles of finance, red tape and bureaucracy.
It took 18 months to bring Emma Grace home, but was worth every tear and drop of sweat released. She is truly living up to her name bringing favor and wholeness to every person she meets. Her physical repairs are complete and she is a typical thriving toddler.
Emma's story goes beyond that though.
As with any adoption, I am reminded of my own adoption because it is a picture of my salvation, your salvation and the salvation of mankind. We are outcast and unwanted, but a gracious Father put a burning desire in his Son's heart to return us to a family. God's family. John 1:19
Recently I shared a video on my facebook time line of a young boy who is close to becoming too old to be adopted that seemingly went unnoticed. I ranted that it wasn't viewed or shared, which brought notice to Joseph, the boy. Joseph and many other human beings like him become the property of their government in this case. I was sarcastically informed that my friends sharing his video would do nothing to help, but I disagree.
I can honestly say that I do not know how God is working in anyone's heart and mind and sometimes even my own heart and mind. I never thought in a million years that an Emma Grace would come into my life. I would have to wonder if by taking just a moment to hit share that God could use that as a way to spark a fire in someone's heart.
A spark to reverse the inhumane laws that place these innocent babies in the situation that they find themselves in the first place. A spark to allow someone to serve the orphan. Or even spurn someone to adopt a child. People like Emma Grace's adoptive parent who would not be stopped until she was with them.
I believe knowledge is power and getting the word out is the beginning of knowledge. You can make a difference with small things in a big way.
Pray for the orphan. Pray for potential parents for these orphans. And pray for their care givers. Remember in some cases they are caring for the outcasts of their society and treat them as such.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
hmm....
Well, as usual, I have good intentions but intentions don't write words or share my life.
So. I've started different entries, but I never completed them and they sit in the draft. They were mainly ranty or grumbly not really encouraging you or honoring to God. Primarily serving my self righteousness.
Even when I point out good things others should do, it's wrong.
Did you know it's the Holy Spirit's job to convict a soul, not your and certainly not mine. That is what makes me a hypocrite - taking the position of someone else.
And boy, oh boy!! he knows how to do that very well.
The other morning, see, it happened like this...
I have an old coffee pot - a bunn-0-matic for home. It's quick and hot. Mine is old enough though that the heat has hurt the plastic and caused it to become brittle and crack causing it to leak. Well the day before Jim saw me pouring in a partial pot of water which he swears causes it to overflow.
I woke up and said I have to change out the coffee pots because this one is leaking. I took a twenty minute teaching on why to never pour a partial pot of water. It was 6am and I hadn't had my coffee. I informed him I wasn't stupid and he didn't need to beat me up over it, but that he could trust me because I had already knew what was wrong with it.
So I had to set it back up and show him.
He left for the day with out even saying goodbye.
I was at work grumbling to myself about his self righteousness.
To top that off, it was the first day of a missions trip for a local church's youth group. They are in an area where people are mislead. So the comments were very rough concerning people of the receiving community.
All I saw around me was judgement and here it is. This is where God works on my heart. He asks: "And you?"
I started seeing all the ways that I was a critical person - a hypocritical person. Someone who wanted people to act the way that I wanted them to act, not necessarily the way God wanted them to act.
It was such a struggle in my spirit that I hurt that night by the time I got home from work.
Pray for me that I would sell out for God and worry about building his kingdom, not my own.
So. I've started different entries, but I never completed them and they sit in the draft. They were mainly ranty or grumbly not really encouraging you or honoring to God. Primarily serving my self righteousness.
Even when I point out good things others should do, it's wrong.
Did you know it's the Holy Spirit's job to convict a soul, not your and certainly not mine. That is what makes me a hypocrite - taking the position of someone else.
And boy, oh boy!! he knows how to do that very well.
The other morning, see, it happened like this...
I have an old coffee pot - a bunn-0-matic for home. It's quick and hot. Mine is old enough though that the heat has hurt the plastic and caused it to become brittle and crack causing it to leak. Well the day before Jim saw me pouring in a partial pot of water which he swears causes it to overflow.
I woke up and said I have to change out the coffee pots because this one is leaking. I took a twenty minute teaching on why to never pour a partial pot of water. It was 6am and I hadn't had my coffee. I informed him I wasn't stupid and he didn't need to beat me up over it, but that he could trust me because I had already knew what was wrong with it.
So I had to set it back up and show him.
He left for the day with out even saying goodbye.
I was at work grumbling to myself about his self righteousness.
To top that off, it was the first day of a missions trip for a local church's youth group. They are in an area where people are mislead. So the comments were very rough concerning people of the receiving community.
All I saw around me was judgement and here it is. This is where God works on my heart. He asks: "And you?"
I started seeing all the ways that I was a critical person - a hypocritical person. Someone who wanted people to act the way that I wanted them to act, not necessarily the way God wanted them to act.
It was such a struggle in my spirit that I hurt that night by the time I got home from work.
Pray for me that I would sell out for God and worry about building his kingdom, not my own.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
I'm here!
Hi Everyone!
I am here. I am breathing and maybe even treading water. It has been an amazing couple of weeks.
God has taken me through the valley while fear swirled above my head, to the mountain top with splendor all around and through the rocky crag with anger and bitterness nipping at my heels.
I thank God that no matter the path I walk, he is there, guiding me with his perfect plan.
Coming (hopefully tomorrow): Our trip to Staunton River State Park, Scottsburg, VA.
Love you all!
I am here. I am breathing and maybe even treading water. It has been an amazing couple of weeks.
God has taken me through the valley while fear swirled above my head, to the mountain top with splendor all around and through the rocky crag with anger and bitterness nipping at my heels.
I thank God that no matter the path I walk, he is there, guiding me with his perfect plan.
Coming (hopefully tomorrow): Our trip to Staunton River State Park, Scottsburg, VA.
Love you all!
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Thank You For Trauma.
On Monday, I posted a fb status like: I feel like I could use some comfort food. I don't know why because I'm not usually like that. ...."
While I was wanting some homemade mac-n-cheese....
really....
I could taste it.....
My father was is crisis.
He has an accident that could have killed him.
He was mowing with the tractor and was thrown.
Thankfully....
The mower was unengaged....
Thankfully...
he came away with just some trauma.
Just some trauma?
Yes, I am thankful for trauma.
Have you ever seen a bush hog? Operate?
In case you haven't, it is a rotating blade that is meant to cut bush. I've cut saplings with mine without thought.
Imagine what that would do to a man?
Where did it run over him?
Head to toe.
Yeah, I'm happy and thankful for trauma.
He has a broken vertebrae, clavicle and scapula. He'll have a long recovery. But that all is better than chopped.
So, I'm thankful.
My meditation for Monday was:
Isaiah 40:13-14
Who has understood the mind of the Lord,
or instructed him as his counselor?
14 Whom did the Lord consult to enlighten him,
and who taught him the right way?
Who was it that taught him knowledge
or showed him the path of understanding?
While I was wanting some homemade mac-n-cheese....
really....
I could taste it.....
My father was is crisis.
He has an accident that could have killed him.
He was mowing with the tractor and was thrown.
Thankfully....
The mower was unengaged....
Thankfully...
he came away with just some trauma.
Just some trauma?
Yes, I am thankful for trauma.
Have you ever seen a bush hog? Operate?
In case you haven't, it is a rotating blade that is meant to cut bush. I've cut saplings with mine without thought.
Imagine what that would do to a man?
Where did it run over him?
Head to toe.
Yeah, I'm happy and thankful for trauma.
He has a broken vertebrae, clavicle and scapula. He'll have a long recovery. But that all is better than chopped.
So, I'm thankful.
My meditation for Monday was:
Isaiah 40:13-14
Who has understood the mind of the Lord,
or instructed him as his counselor?
14 Whom did the Lord consult to enlighten him,
and who taught him the right way?
Who was it that taught him knowledge
or showed him the path of understanding?
God is in control.
And I know that if God had given a different outcome he would still be in control. There is peace in that a great deal of peace.
It's ok to ask God about it. It is ok to ask why. Why the inoperable cancer for the young child? Why do this one grow up without enough food to eat? He's not afraid of those questions, but prepare yourself for the answer.
God told Job to stand up and take it like a man. You can read about that here in "Cow Girl Up."
Honestly, If we are Christ-like, would we not pray "not my will, but your's, Oh, God."
I think so.
Thank you, Father, for your mercies. Thank you for your tenderness. Thank you for allowing me to experience your great power and help me to understand that life isn't about what I want, but building your kingdom. When I don't understand, point me back to the fact that you are holy and righteous never making a mistake. Thank you for the peace to know that no matter what happens you have the outcome fully in hand. Thank you for the trauma. I love you.
Saturday, June 09, 2012
Another Saturday
Such a fun day.
I like Saturdays almost as much as I love Sundays.
Today was so laid back and I even got a nap.
Days like today allow me to really reflect on myself.
I keep coming back to the same thing: God, forgive and remove my self righteousness. Allow me to love people not for what I believe they should be but for what you are doing in their life. In Jesus name, AMEN!
I like Saturdays almost as much as I love Sundays.
Today was so laid back and I even got a nap.
Days like today allow me to really reflect on myself.
I keep coming back to the same thing: God, forgive and remove my self righteousness. Allow me to love people not for what I believe they should be but for what you are doing in their life. In Jesus name, AMEN!
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Application
Sometimes, in life, I have to question myself.
Am I doing what I proclaim? Practicing what I preach? Am I pleasing my LORD? Am I showing his love toward all - no matter what?
I have a tendency to lean toward a critical spirit. It is problematic for me - duplicity really and I don't like it at all.
I look at other Christians and wonder are they for real? Do they read the same word I do? Do they know the same Jesus?
Early in my growing years as a Christ follower, I received and read a lot of scripture. It was mainly received for information. I can pretty much give you a jet tour of the whole bible and could within a year of following Jesus.
There was one thing that was missing or maybe better stated: the one thing I feel that was missing in my scripture time was application.
What good is knowledge without wisdom? Just having knowledge gives pride; pride puffs up. Pride is the exact opposite of humility. Wisdom leads to a path of humility.
During the late 80's and early 90s, religious marketers effectively took a line from the book "In His Steps" by Charles Shelton: 'What Would Jesus Do?' I like that and I still use it (even though I don't have the bracelet any longer), but I can only use it as much as I know about Jesus and about how he acted and reacted.
I read God's word daily and meditate, but is it enough? For me, NO. I have to ask, actually beg, God use your word to change my heart.
Father, Change me to look like you son so that you may be glorified. Use your word in my life to cleanse me, my heart, my mind and soul. I want to be a vessel that honors you, one that you can use to build your kingdom. Take control of my life so that I cast off judgement of others and am free to love like you love.
Let me know if you pray that way as well. Can I pray with you?
Am I doing what I proclaim? Practicing what I preach? Am I pleasing my LORD? Am I showing his love toward all - no matter what?
I have a tendency to lean toward a critical spirit. It is problematic for me - duplicity really and I don't like it at all.
I look at other Christians and wonder are they for real? Do they read the same word I do? Do they know the same Jesus?
Early in my growing years as a Christ follower, I received and read a lot of scripture. It was mainly received for information. I can pretty much give you a jet tour of the whole bible and could within a year of following Jesus.
There was one thing that was missing or maybe better stated: the one thing I feel that was missing in my scripture time was application.
What good is knowledge without wisdom? Just having knowledge gives pride; pride puffs up. Pride is the exact opposite of humility. Wisdom leads to a path of humility.
During the late 80's and early 90s, religious marketers effectively took a line from the book "In His Steps" by Charles Shelton: 'What Would Jesus Do?' I like that and I still use it (even though I don't have the bracelet any longer), but I can only use it as much as I know about Jesus and about how he acted and reacted.
I read God's word daily and meditate, but is it enough? For me, NO. I have to ask, actually beg, God use your word to change my heart.
Father, Change me to look like you son so that you may be glorified. Use your word in my life to cleanse me, my heart, my mind and soul. I want to be a vessel that honors you, one that you can use to build your kingdom. Take control of my life so that I cast off judgement of others and am free to love like you love.
Let me know if you pray that way as well. Can I pray with you?
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Praise!
My day?
Started out great! Thank you for asking.
See, we read the last few chapters of Psalms this morning for our bible reading. It is all about PRAISE.
The very last verse of Psalms says:
Psalms 150:6 Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Yep, that's how my day started.
But reading all that praise reminded me of a sermon - an amazing praise filled sermon.
S.M. Lockridge
That's my KING!
Have you heard it?
click the title (a link) and be uplifted-soar actually.
So what happened to me today after reading and listening to that message?
talked to my sister - nice to catch up.
texted with my brothers - nice also.
found out on of my favorite high school teacher's son had died horrifically over the weekend - sad.
store very slow - bad.
disobedient children - ugh.
more things to do that time to do them - frustrating.
Ephraim's heart twin had foot movement for the first time since birth (7 years) - spectacular.
but
praise God - he is my King.
Praising helps me maintain a positive attitude through it all. This week I have experience many ups and downs, my own and other people's. I try to always focus on Jesus.
Praise God, He is my King. He is there for me. Day or night. Rain or shine. Never changing.
Yep, I'll be ok because I will praise God.
How about you? What does praising God bring you through?
Started out great! Thank you for asking.
See, we read the last few chapters of Psalms this morning for our bible reading. It is all about PRAISE.
The very last verse of Psalms says:
Psalms 150:6 Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Yep, that's how my day started.
But reading all that praise reminded me of a sermon - an amazing praise filled sermon.
S.M. Lockridge
That's my KING!
Have you heard it?
click the title (a link) and be uplifted-soar actually.
So what happened to me today after reading and listening to that message?
talked to my sister - nice to catch up.
texted with my brothers - nice also.
found out on of my favorite high school teacher's son had died horrifically over the weekend - sad.
store very slow - bad.
disobedient children - ugh.
more things to do that time to do them - frustrating.
Ephraim's heart twin had foot movement for the first time since birth (7 years) - spectacular.
but
praise God - he is my King.
Praising helps me maintain a positive attitude through it all. This week I have experience many ups and downs, my own and other people's. I try to always focus on Jesus.
Praise God, He is my King. He is there for me. Day or night. Rain or shine. Never changing.
Yep, I'll be ok because I will praise God.
How about you? What does praising God bring you through?
Monday, May 28, 2012
Memorial Day!
Memorial Day - a day of remembrance.
What am I remembering today?
Did you know that our elders used to call this decoration day? Yep. Know why? Well, I'm not really sure, but I think it came from a time when there was unity in the nation and towns would remember their fallen heroes. EVERYONE showed their colors. RED, WHITE & BLUE.
People would fly the flag on their front porch or display a patriotic wreath to cause us to remember. Some would take little flags to the cemetery plots of fallen heroes. We would decorate. Few do those things anymore.
I remember with my family in small ways. We fly our colors. I talk to my children about the sacrifice others have made to give freedom and security. Pray with my children and ask God's blessing in their surviving family's life. We enjoy a family meal together, which is a rare treat these days.
It gives me a chance to talk about my Jesus.
John 15:13
Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.
Jesus had great love. He had great love for you and for me - for all man-kind.
How do we know that we are Jesus' friend.
Verse 14 says "You are my friends if you do what I command."
Verse 17 says "This is my command: Love each other."
This is what I focus on today and most days. Jesus gave his all to change my life.
Thank you, Jesus. Change me to live more sacrificial for others the way you did. Change me to love freely and openly for your honor and glory to build your kingdom.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Jealousy
Have you ever heard that God is jealous? Yep.
Or at least his word claims that he is.
Check it out.
Exodus 20:5 (+6 for context & blessing)
5 You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me, 6 but showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments.
Then there is:
Exodus 34:14
14 Do not worship any other god, for the Lord, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.
Then also:
Deuteronomy 4:24
and
Deuteronomy 5:9
and
Deuteronomy 6:15
and
Deuteronomy 32:21
and
Joshua 24:19
and
Nahum 1:2
God is a jealous god. He will not share his creation.
Are you his?
I am his and I have to wonder how I rouse God's jealousy.
Could it be my
hobbies
shopping
no?
collections
relaxation
no?
How about
my children
my husband
my parents
siblings
friends?
I tend to believe that whatever our knuckles get the whitest over holding back from God will be what he uses to bring us back to proper perspective.
When Ephraim was born, it was scary and he was dying. Never once did my husband and I pray that God would take him or us out of that situation; instead, we prayed, "Save this child physically if you intend to save him in your kingdom and use him." He wasn't ours - not then and surely not now - just on loan - as are TJ and Amber, also.
I think the thing I value that God has really challenged my with is my friendships, though. Those relationships that I thought were Christ centered and godly were horrifically and heartbreakingly removed from me . It was as if God was telling me that I valued my friendship with people more that I valued my friendship with him. I focused more on my relationship with God and he returned a dear friend to me. Thank you, Jesus!
Father God,
Keep my heart, mind, soul and strength focused on you. Lifting up praise, honor and glory to you - to the Son - to the Holy Spirit. Help me make much of you for your kingdom. Thank you, for the reminder that you are jealous and will have no other gods before you. Help me to identify the gods in my life so that I may remove them with your help. I love you, Lord. Be Lord in my heart so that others may see you in me.
Or at least his word claims that he is.
Check it out.
Exodus 20:5 (+6 for context & blessing)
5 You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me, 6 but showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments.
Then there is:
Exodus 34:14
14 Do not worship any other god, for the Lord, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.
Then also:
Deuteronomy 4:24
and
Deuteronomy 5:9
and
Deuteronomy 6:15
and
Deuteronomy 32:21
and
Joshua 24:19
and
Nahum 1:2
God is a jealous god. He will not share his creation.
Are you his?
I am his and I have to wonder how I rouse God's jealousy.
Could it be my
hobbies
shopping
no?
collections
relaxation
no?
How about
my children
my husband
my parents
siblings
friends?
I tend to believe that whatever our knuckles get the whitest over holding back from God will be what he uses to bring us back to proper perspective.
When Ephraim was born, it was scary and he was dying. Never once did my husband and I pray that God would take him or us out of that situation; instead, we prayed, "Save this child physically if you intend to save him in your kingdom and use him." He wasn't ours - not then and surely not now - just on loan - as are TJ and Amber, also.
I think the thing I value that God has really challenged my with is my friendships, though. Those relationships that I thought were Christ centered and godly were horrifically and heartbreakingly removed from me . It was as if God was telling me that I valued my friendship with people more that I valued my friendship with him. I focused more on my relationship with God and he returned a dear friend to me. Thank you, Jesus!
Father God,
Keep my heart, mind, soul and strength focused on you. Lifting up praise, honor and glory to you - to the Son - to the Holy Spirit. Help me make much of you for your kingdom. Thank you, for the reminder that you are jealous and will have no other gods before you. Help me to identify the gods in my life so that I may remove them with your help. I love you, Lord. Be Lord in my heart so that others may see you in me.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Ecclesiastes
3 There is a time for everything and a season
for every activity under the heavens:
2
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
a time for war and a time for peace.
These are my sentiments of the weekend.
Read verse 4 again:
4
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
I spent Friday night and the majority of my day Saturday being with my best girl as she prepared for her youngest daughter's wedding.
It was joyous.
It was funny.
It was a celebration.
My husband performed the ceremony, so he was engaged in the preacher thing that he does.
As things were winding down, my girl stood outside the reception going over what else she needed me to do and sharing our girl giggles that we share when my husband approaches and says that he has to go to the hospital.
It was just the three of us standing there so he told us that an older male friend of ours had just died. It was sudden and completely unexpected. We both asked him if he was serious.
Here we were in the peels of laughter and here comes a story that no one wants to hear - ever.
The flow of life is cycles.
Cycles give us time to reflect, renew and repair.
We both shed tears that we quickly brought under control so as to not alert the bride and groom. We prayed together. Then we worked. (Probably one of the greatest reasons that we are so close - work is our release.)
There is a time to cry and a time to laugh.
My heart breaks for the surviving family of our friend especially his son; while at the same time rejoices in the beginning journey of the newly weds.
Thank you, Jesus. While we experience sorrow, you can still bring joy. Thank you for that vivid experience. Please be with this family as they begin a journey that is long and hard. Draw each one to lean on you. Amen.
How about you? Has God every put something in your path that just made you utter, "Thank you, Jesus!"
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Surprises!!!
I LOVE cooking up surprises and I'm cooking one right now for my parents. I have to sit on it till much later, but it's sooooooo exciting.
In 2002, my parents celebrated 50 years together. This year will be 60 years. That is amazing to me. I've been married to Jim for 23 years and that feels like a lifetime to me.
About 4 years ago, my parents had a total fire loss of their home. Everything. Very little was salvaged and what was saved probably shouldn't have been. I remember right before I returned to my home from the initial clean up I went into the room at my brother's house where he and mom were bunking. I found him sobbing. I just held him and reminded him that we still had him and mom the rest didn't matter compared to that. The house burned for 6-7 hours while my parents slept. I can't think about that much without a shutter.
In the house were generations of mementos and memories. This is the house of my childhood and will always be home in my heart. It was a 150 year old beam constructed farm house.
People graciously helped replace copies of pictures and the such. There was one thing that dad had asked me about when he came to visit this winter. I hadn't really thought of it much since 2002, but he asked me if I had a copy of the poem he wrote mom.
I looked when he asked, but couldn't find it. I even thought I may have an electronic copy- nope.
I pack rat terrible and have annoyed myself to no return. I'm cleaning. I've been working in my sewing/craft room lately. I was getting ready to throw away some scrapbooking scraps and fanned it. Guess what? Yep, there it was. Treasure in a pile of trash.
Maybe one day, I'll ask if I can share the poem here, but for now the treasure is safe at heart. I love being the hero and today, I'm a hero. I returned a gift from my father to my mother. One they thought was lost forever.
In 2002, my parents celebrated 50 years together. This year will be 60 years. That is amazing to me. I've been married to Jim for 23 years and that feels like a lifetime to me.
About 4 years ago, my parents had a total fire loss of their home. Everything. Very little was salvaged and what was saved probably shouldn't have been. I remember right before I returned to my home from the initial clean up I went into the room at my brother's house where he and mom were bunking. I found him sobbing. I just held him and reminded him that we still had him and mom the rest didn't matter compared to that. The house burned for 6-7 hours while my parents slept. I can't think about that much without a shutter.
In the house were generations of mementos and memories. This is the house of my childhood and will always be home in my heart. It was a 150 year old beam constructed farm house.
People graciously helped replace copies of pictures and the such. There was one thing that dad had asked me about when he came to visit this winter. I hadn't really thought of it much since 2002, but he asked me if I had a copy of the poem he wrote mom.
I looked when he asked, but couldn't find it. I even thought I may have an electronic copy- nope.
I pack rat terrible and have annoyed myself to no return. I'm cleaning. I've been working in my sewing/craft room lately. I was getting ready to throw away some scrapbooking scraps and fanned it. Guess what? Yep, there it was. Treasure in a pile of trash.
Maybe one day, I'll ask if I can share the poem here, but for now the treasure is safe at heart. I love being the hero and today, I'm a hero. I returned a gift from my father to my mother. One they thought was lost forever.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
History, Meditations and Change
I am blessed to be in church at a very young age. My first memory of church was when I was little, little. There was a girl who looked like my oldest sister who had just left to go to college. I didn't understand the girl at all and was afraid of her as a result I wasn't the kindest of people to her.
The next memory I have is a Sunday School class at that same church. The teacher talked about how scarred hands help us. At the time my mother still had her garden. Her hands were rough but gentle. I will always equate my mother's hand with Jesus because of that.
Later, I went to church with my grandparents. Graciously picked up and dropped off by folks that had to drive a long way out of their way to get me and my younger brother. I learned a lot during this time....mostly what was right and what was wrong. I love these people dearly and deeply.
When I got married, Jim went to a different denomination, which was very difficult for me. It was very liturgical and (if you ask me) stoic. I complained, "I don't understand a word he's saying." We were in and out of church for a period of time for that reason and also, even though we were married, our daughter was conceived before wed-lock. We didn't feel accepted any longer.
Due to situations in life, we (willingly) ended back at my husbands home place and started attending a baptist church. We fit in until my formerly divorced husband was called by God to full time ministry. No matter how much Hebrew & Greek you try to teach someone, if someone has it in their mind that the KJV is the inspired word then you are sunk. We left.
It's hard to find a church.
The next church had a pastor who fed Jim's call.....with a carrot.....dangled on a stick.....just out of reach.
We pulled back and then Jim got his first official people call. Interim at a SBA. Well, we'll leave it at that.
When the body elected a pastor, Jim started Joshua House Baptist Church. We met at a local nursing home in the Alzheimer unit. We grew quite a bit...in number and in understanding.
I grew. It was during this time when I read through the bible for the first time. I found things in there that just didn't agree with things I've been taught for years and years.
It was then that God wanted to move us into our own building. Guess what? He gave us a build. You read that right. He GAVE us a building. It was a mission with out a leader. The board was weary from carrying the burden.
We started with status quo mentality. But God didn't leave us there. We began a journey into grace, into mercy and into love.
There have been events over the course of the last week that have really called my attentions to where we were and where we are now.
I think all Christians can say that they believe obeying God's commands are essential for a fulfilled life. I agree. But Jesus says that Loving God with all your heart, mind, soul and strength is the most important commandment AND to love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments all others hinge.
People ask me how I can be so unconcerned with this or that or why situations don't bother me. I believe I can honestly answer that by saying, believing and living: "If I compare all the wrongs I've done to God which are numerous and grievous, then the small offenses against me are insignificant."
My standard is not what others have done, but what Jesus has done. While being murdered on the cross for my sin he prayed, "Forgive...".
God's grace is forgiveness extended to me, not because I deserve it, but because he loves me. How can I not help but love those he loved.
I pray daily that this grace grows in my heart. That I may touch others with a love so deep that it changes a person's very breath. That people wouldn't even see me, but the Jesus that loves me, the Jesus that loves them. I wonder if that what Paul meant when he said he died daily.
These thoughts are so different than what they were 15 years ago. I concerned myself with doing the right thing and making sure that others in my path were doing the right thing. I didn't do a very good job at it, but after all, the Holy Spirit does a much better job at conviction than I do.
Maybe you can identify. Maybe you get discouraged trying to keep up with the "good christians". Maybe you feel dissatisfied with teachings that only about going to Heaven. Jesus came, lived and died so that you could have life and have it more abundantly. Keep pressing, keep praying and keep reading your bible.
Love and peace to you in Jesus.
The next memory I have is a Sunday School class at that same church. The teacher talked about how scarred hands help us. At the time my mother still had her garden. Her hands were rough but gentle. I will always equate my mother's hand with Jesus because of that.
Later, I went to church with my grandparents. Graciously picked up and dropped off by folks that had to drive a long way out of their way to get me and my younger brother. I learned a lot during this time....mostly what was right and what was wrong. I love these people dearly and deeply.
When I got married, Jim went to a different denomination, which was very difficult for me. It was very liturgical and (if you ask me) stoic. I complained, "I don't understand a word he's saying." We were in and out of church for a period of time for that reason and also, even though we were married, our daughter was conceived before wed-lock. We didn't feel accepted any longer.
Due to situations in life, we (willingly) ended back at my husbands home place and started attending a baptist church. We fit in until my formerly divorced husband was called by God to full time ministry. No matter how much Hebrew & Greek you try to teach someone, if someone has it in their mind that the KJV is the inspired word then you are sunk. We left.
It's hard to find a church.
The next church had a pastor who fed Jim's call.....with a carrot.....dangled on a stick.....just out of reach.
We pulled back and then Jim got his first official people call. Interim at a SBA. Well, we'll leave it at that.
When the body elected a pastor, Jim started Joshua House Baptist Church. We met at a local nursing home in the Alzheimer unit. We grew quite a bit...in number and in understanding.
I grew. It was during this time when I read through the bible for the first time. I found things in there that just didn't agree with things I've been taught for years and years.
It was then that God wanted to move us into our own building. Guess what? He gave us a build. You read that right. He GAVE us a building. It was a mission with out a leader. The board was weary from carrying the burden.
We started with status quo mentality. But God didn't leave us there. We began a journey into grace, into mercy and into love.
There have been events over the course of the last week that have really called my attentions to where we were and where we are now.
I think all Christians can say that they believe obeying God's commands are essential for a fulfilled life. I agree. But Jesus says that Loving God with all your heart, mind, soul and strength is the most important commandment AND to love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments all others hinge.
People ask me how I can be so unconcerned with this or that or why situations don't bother me. I believe I can honestly answer that by saying, believing and living: "If I compare all the wrongs I've done to God which are numerous and grievous, then the small offenses against me are insignificant."
My standard is not what others have done, but what Jesus has done. While being murdered on the cross for my sin he prayed, "Forgive...".
God's grace is forgiveness extended to me, not because I deserve it, but because he loves me. How can I not help but love those he loved.
I pray daily that this grace grows in my heart. That I may touch others with a love so deep that it changes a person's very breath. That people wouldn't even see me, but the Jesus that loves me, the Jesus that loves them. I wonder if that what Paul meant when he said he died daily.
These thoughts are so different than what they were 15 years ago. I concerned myself with doing the right thing and making sure that others in my path were doing the right thing. I didn't do a very good job at it, but after all, the Holy Spirit does a much better job at conviction than I do.
Maybe you can identify. Maybe you get discouraged trying to keep up with the "good christians". Maybe you feel dissatisfied with teachings that only about going to Heaven. Jesus came, lived and died so that you could have life and have it more abundantly. Keep pressing, keep praying and keep reading your bible.
Love and peace to you in Jesus.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Yearly Check-up
Today was the day of Ephraim's yearly cardiology appointment. It's hard to stay calm of spirit approaching these appointments, but a necessity of life they are and my cool-cucumber, aloof, flippant approach I'll do.
Every appointment there is this to measure and that to watch. Of course, this and that are all monitored with sophisticated equipment which doesn't help a dad and mom when trying to determine if he is on track. The only measuring stick we have is that he runs circles around almost everyone and goes for more. The bunny has nothing on this boy.
Today's appointment was the regular stuff. Check-in, height, weight, pulse, various extremity pulses, blood pressure, ekg & echo. AND For the first time in 7 years, there is nothing but good stuff to report.
The murmur in his aortic valve: no change (still murmurs, but no change means that it is just a side effect of the corrective surgery and it is growing with him).
The biggie: the left PA branch: this is it: this is the pins and needles part: this is where I hold my breath every cardiology appointment.
...."It's making progress, it's growing" I asked, "you can say it's MAKING PROGRESS???" (remember this has been a concern for 7 years and each appointment is mediocre news, at best.) Dr R.: "Yes, definitely. There's less turbulence & more flow." (meaning there is more room for blood to flow through that artery.) Then!!!! "There is no reason right now for further invasive imaging."
I cry tears of joy because 5 years ago they were sure that he would have to have further heart work done. He was most assuredly going to have to have another OHS (open heart surgery). As he grows it looks like that will be less likely.
We are clear for a year again. So grateful.
I thank God everyday for my children and especially for Ephraim, not only because He is being healed by the finger of God right before our very eyes, but because, God uses this boy in a very special way. Ephraim teaches me everyday to live out loud and just what it means to receive unmerited favor. I don't deserve this child in my life any more than I deserve to have him healed or any more than I deserve a savoir that loves me in spite of my faults. Thank you, Jesus, for giving me Ephraim to show your grace and love in a living, breathing way.
Every appointment there is this to measure and that to watch. Of course, this and that are all monitored with sophisticated equipment which doesn't help a dad and mom when trying to determine if he is on track. The only measuring stick we have is that he runs circles around almost everyone and goes for more. The bunny has nothing on this boy.
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| Dr. Robinson listening to Ephraim's chest.. This is the doctor God used to stabilized Ephraim the day his was born. He holds a special place in my heart. |
Today's appointment was the regular stuff. Check-in, height, weight, pulse, various extremity pulses, blood pressure, ekg & echo. AND For the first time in 7 years, there is nothing but good stuff to report.
 |
| This is Mr. Gary. He is the first sonographer to find Ephraim's left PA on echo. He's a hero, too! He likes Ephraim because he'll lay still. Bwahahaha! Until Ephraim etst bored and starts flexing his abdominal and chest muscles for something to do. Bwahahaha! Mr. Gary was not as impressed as I was. Bwahahaha! |
The murmur in his aortic valve: no change (still murmurs, but no change means that it is just a side effect of the corrective surgery and it is growing with him).
The biggie: the left PA branch: this is it: this is the pins and needles part: this is where I hold my breath every cardiology appointment.
...."It's making progress, it's growing" I asked, "you can say it's MAKING PROGRESS???" (remember this has been a concern for 7 years and each appointment is mediocre news, at best.) Dr R.: "Yes, definitely. There's less turbulence & more flow." (meaning there is more room for blood to flow through that artery.) Then!!!! "There is no reason right now for further invasive imaging."
I cry tears of joy because 5 years ago they were sure that he would have to have further heart work done. He was most assuredly going to have to have another OHS (open heart surgery). As he grows it looks like that will be less likely.
We are clear for a year again. So grateful.
I thank God everyday for my children and especially for Ephraim, not only because He is being healed by the finger of God right before our very eyes, but because, God uses this boy in a very special way. Ephraim teaches me everyday to live out loud and just what it means to receive unmerited favor. I don't deserve this child in my life any more than I deserve to have him healed or any more than I deserve a savoir that loves me in spite of my faults. Thank you, Jesus, for giving me Ephraim to show your grace and love in a living, breathing way.
Monday, May 07, 2012
Amendment One
Here in North Carolina, we are being asked to vote on a bill called "Amendment 1" or SB 106. In my rural, bible-belt area there are signs every where urging voters to vote yes.
Amendment 1 defines marriage as the union between one man and one woman and adding it to our constitution. (By the way, that is man's definition, not God's definition. 1 Corinthians 6:16).
I do want to share some thoughts about my process of deciding.
First and foremost-no matter how hard you try, you can never legislate morality. Not your morality - not God's morality. God gave us law, not to keep us in line, but to show us our deficiency to HIS righteousness. That is the whole point of a savior, my savior, Jesus. (Romans 8 - actually a study of all Romans will prove that point.)
Secondly, taking time to process and support these types of societal issues takes away from me dealing with my own problems. I've never done this but case in point: bombing abortion clinics. Or closer to home: harboring resentment against someone in my heart, gossip, lying. See, in my mind, this is failing to remove the telephone pole from my eye while inspecting the speck in someone else's eye. (Matthew 7:3-5)
The greatest commandment is Love the Lord your God with all your mind, heart, strength, and soul AND secondly love your neighbor as yourself. (Matthew 22:37-40) Jesus defines neighbor in a parable called "The Good Samaritan". (Luke 10:27-37).
Thirdly, people who weren't like Jesus liked Jesus. Look at scripture. The outcast of the theological society flocked to Jesus. He was different. He never accepted their sin, just them as a person.
The thief: accepted;
the whore; accepted;
the leper: accepted
...want me to continue? ok:
the tax collector: accepted,
the poor widow: accepted;
the mixed breed: accepted;
the doubter,
the adulterer,
the alien,
the sick,
the feeble,
the contrite,
the unclean,
even Peter:
all accepted.
In that list there is not a group of religious people (the Pharisees and Sadducees). Those, he despised. People who made their version of his word and sold it as his word. Read the gospels Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
Jesus loves people. He hated what they did/do sometimes, but even then he loves them. He loves God more though and that was his driving force. I do not call myself a Christian anymore because it is so perverted from the meaning. Christian means Christ like-to look like, act like and talk like Christ. I fail that miserably. I much prefer Christ follower or Christ disciple.
I don't mean to be so direct and mean, or argumentative but, Christian, please think about what you say when you start beating the drum or wielding the sword. I urge everyone who claims to be Christ's to ask and seek wisdom from God if this is God's bidding or self-righteousness.
Lord God, I want to focus on you, your love, your wisdom. I want to love people like you loved people. Live in and through me so that you may touch people in a special way. I want to be your vessel. Let every thought I have be your thought and guide my path with your word that I might please you and add to your kingdom. I love you, Lord.
Amendment 1 defines marriage as the union between one man and one woman and adding it to our constitution. (By the way, that is man's definition, not God's definition. 1 Corinthians 6:16).
I do want to share some thoughts about my process of deciding.
First and foremost-no matter how hard you try, you can never legislate morality. Not your morality - not God's morality. God gave us law, not to keep us in line, but to show us our deficiency to HIS righteousness. That is the whole point of a savior, my savior, Jesus. (Romans 8 - actually a study of all Romans will prove that point.)
Secondly, taking time to process and support these types of societal issues takes away from me dealing with my own problems. I've never done this but case in point: bombing abortion clinics. Or closer to home: harboring resentment against someone in my heart, gossip, lying. See, in my mind, this is failing to remove the telephone pole from my eye while inspecting the speck in someone else's eye. (Matthew 7:3-5)
The greatest commandment is Love the Lord your God with all your mind, heart, strength, and soul AND secondly love your neighbor as yourself. (Matthew 22:37-40) Jesus defines neighbor in a parable called "The Good Samaritan". (Luke 10:27-37).
Thirdly, people who weren't like Jesus liked Jesus. Look at scripture. The outcast of the theological society flocked to Jesus. He was different. He never accepted their sin, just them as a person.
The thief: accepted;
the whore; accepted;
the leper: accepted
...want me to continue? ok:
the tax collector: accepted,
the poor widow: accepted;
the mixed breed: accepted;
the doubter,
the adulterer,
the alien,
the sick,
the feeble,
the contrite,
the unclean,
even Peter:
all accepted.
In that list there is not a group of religious people (the Pharisees and Sadducees). Those, he despised. People who made their version of his word and sold it as his word. Read the gospels Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
Jesus loves people. He hated what they did/do sometimes, but even then he loves them. He loves God more though and that was his driving force. I do not call myself a Christian anymore because it is so perverted from the meaning. Christian means Christ like-to look like, act like and talk like Christ. I fail that miserably. I much prefer Christ follower or Christ disciple.
I don't mean to be so direct and mean, or argumentative but, Christian, please think about what you say when you start beating the drum or wielding the sword. I urge everyone who claims to be Christ's to ask and seek wisdom from God if this is God's bidding or self-righteousness.
Lord God, I want to focus on you, your love, your wisdom. I want to love people like you loved people. Live in and through me so that you may touch people in a special way. I want to be your vessel. Let every thought I have be your thought and guide my path with your word that I might please you and add to your kingdom. I love you, Lord.
Wednesday, May 02, 2012
Overwhelmed
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| Jim and Yonas enjoying some strawberry shortcake. |
Yonas and Jim share the same vision on ministry. We've never met anyone like him. He truly carries his cross to serve Jesus-all for God's glory.
And can Yonas pray. He prays like no one I've ever heard pray in my life.
When Yonas begins "Fawser Gahd, Hallelujah...." The Holy Spirit visits and does not leave. He speaks to his Abba Father earnestly and lovingly. God hears Yonas' pray. I can give you testimony of personal prayers that God has answered through him over and over again even in the short time I've known him.
We meet on Wednesday nights to fellowship and pray together.
We've been doing this for about 2 months. The more I get to know him, the more amazing God becomes to me. God speaks to his heart and he is so eager to share because no one puts their light under a bushel.
Yonas gets out of the way to be an instrument for God, by God.
I was overwhelmed with something tonight though.
He belongs to a prayer group on the phone. I really don't understand the hows or whys or anything, but tonight he was testifying that the group is praying around the clock, around the world.
Get this.....
A group
of people
across
the face
of the
earth
right now
is praying
for
YOU!
Think about that. Pretty neat, if you ask me.
A person in London could be participating in a teleconference prayer meeting praying with a person in New Guinea and a person in California right this very moment in unison for you - for me.
Most of the time, I have a hard time getting past praying for my own little family.
Lord God, give me a heart to pray, not just for myself and my own needs but to remember people across the globe that you love. Let my words minister to your ears the honoring of your Son.
A Taste of Heaven
So, it's strawberry season in NC. That means shortcake, pie and jam! Yum, yum, yum.
Today, I took these:
Today, I took these:
And did a whole lot of this:
And only got this out of it.
But! That's ok, because this is completely natural - not a single preservative and tastes unbelievable.
It took 4 hours, but I may just have to go back and get some more to work up because it is preservative free. Not a speck of even sure-gel.
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
Cowgirl UP!
There were words I never heard in my house growing up and if I did, they were squashed in an instant. Those words were "It isn't fair." Honestly, life isn't about fair. Whether it be good or bad life isn't fair. And Why is life only fair when everyone wins?
Job had every thing he owned taken from him through no fault of his own. Job's children were all killed by a storm that struck the house where they were holding a feast. Job was obviously distraught and questioning. His friends who came to console him were watching his pity party and had to have their say. Their say was: "you have some sin in your life". Job's answer was "I am a righteous man".
When everyone has taken their turn and God has heard enough he comes to Job. Here is the first thing God says to Job:
Job 38 Then the Lord spoke to Job out of the storm. He said:
Ok, Wow!
First, it is very clear from the beginning of the book that Satan found Job and wanted to prove to God that his righteous servant wouldn't be so righteous if God lifted his protection from Job. But in the end, God has even power over Satan. He wouldn't have been allowed to reek havoc if he wasn't allowed. What happened to Job WAS GOD'S PLAN.
I've dealt with loss in my life. When the dust settles, this is what I hear. Patty, stand up and take it like a man (a woman). Who are you to question me?
I profess in good times that my God is in control, that he is all knowing and all powerful, but when I face a storm of life, I whine and forget my professions.
Lord, Direct my heart to always rely on your wisdom and not to my own - Not to go for the easy answers, but embrace the changes that you are trying to work in me. Let me rest in the fact that you are in control of all things good and bad in my life, that they are your plan and let me understand that you love me an will see me through it. Let me trust in that fact - in YOU.
Job had every thing he owned taken from him through no fault of his own. Job's children were all killed by a storm that struck the house where they were holding a feast. Job was obviously distraught and questioning. His friends who came to console him were watching his pity party and had to have their say. Their say was: "you have some sin in your life". Job's answer was "I am a righteous man".
When everyone has taken their turn and God has heard enough he comes to Job. Here is the first thing God says to Job:
Job 38 Then the Lord spoke to Job out of the storm. He said:
2 “Who is this that obscures my plans
with words without knowledge?
3 Brace yourself like a man;
I will question you,
and you shall answer me.
with words without knowledge?
3 Brace yourself like a man;
I will question you,
and you shall answer me.
Ok, Wow!
First, it is very clear from the beginning of the book that Satan found Job and wanted to prove to God that his righteous servant wouldn't be so righteous if God lifted his protection from Job. But in the end, God has even power over Satan. He wouldn't have been allowed to reek havoc if he wasn't allowed. What happened to Job WAS GOD'S PLAN.
I've dealt with loss in my life. When the dust settles, this is what I hear. Patty, stand up and take it like a man (a woman). Who are you to question me?
I profess in good times that my God is in control, that he is all knowing and all powerful, but when I face a storm of life, I whine and forget my professions.
Lord, Direct my heart to always rely on your wisdom and not to my own - Not to go for the easy answers, but embrace the changes that you are trying to work in me. Let me rest in the fact that you are in control of all things good and bad in my life, that they are your plan and let me understand that you love me an will see me through it. Let me trust in that fact - in YOU.
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