And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth. John 1:14

And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth. John 1:14

We have all seen paintings and other art depicting the nativity. Usually, baby Jesus is shown glowing or with a halo, squeaky clean, pink, and perfect. But these images are purely symbolic. There’s nothing wrong with that. But let’s not forget Jesus was wholly divine, yet wholly human. He must’ve come into the world like all babies, red-faced, crying, hungry, and needing a bath. Mary and Joseph had the same responsibilities all parents do, to keep their infant son changed, cleaned, sheltered, and fed.

After the splendid celestial display the shepherds had just witnessed, they were no doubt startled to find a very ordinary-looking baby. But they humbly gave thanks, praise, and worship, just as we do. God’s son came to earth as a man so we could be reconciled with our Creator. He came so we could have salvation and live in mercy and grace.

Our hope is for everyone to have a joyous Christmas, celebrating the birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Paula and Pam

Col. 3:14, But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection.

Paula
Prior to Colossians 3, verse 14, Paul tells Jesus’ followers that we are to exchange our old nature (the “old man”) for that of one like Christ’s. We are to put away anger, wrath, malice, blasphemy, filthy language, lies, and any deeds toward others that prove contrary to Jesus’ example and character. Instead, we are to “put on [as a garment] tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; bearing with one another and forgiving one another;...even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do” (vss. 8 - 13).  In summation, Paul tells us: “But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection.”

I loathe quarrels. I mostly go out of my way to avoid them, but sometimes conflicts with those close to me arise anyway—which, sadly, has been my lot of late. As a result, in recent weeks I have been sorely tested by some of Paul’s admonitions. Blasphemy, filthy language, lies, and malice weren’t a problem, but I’ve had plenty of opportunity to allow anger and wrath to enter my realm—and smother Christ’s love. Just because it felt so darned good to do so, and even though I knew better, I found myself setting aside those “love” scriptures and allowing my baser, “old-Paula” fleshly self to rise up and get the better of me.

“My anger and hurt are justified,” I argued. “Those people did me dirty. They need to be told how wrong they are; they need to be put in their place!”

And yet, above all other things, I love Jesus. I want to be a doer of His Word and not a hearer only (James 1:23).  I want every moment of my life to be lived and conducted according to His precepts. Jesus, by humble example, taught that demonstrating love instead of wrath, and returning good for evil, is the only sure path to lasting contentment. Setting aside sinful inclinations and allowing God to justify any wrongs done against us is our only sure means toward godliness, harmony, and peace. He alone perceives the motives and intentions of the heart; therefore, He alone is able to execute fair judgment. He alone can mete out just chastisement and/or vindication. All Jesus asks is that, as He did, we forgive our enemies and love them, even though we may feel justified to express ourselves otherwise. He asks that we allow Him to be the One to vindicate us.

Loving those who have wronged us is a difficult thing to do. I know this first hand. In my case, it took weeks to let the anger and resentment go, and to allow Jesus to fill my spirit with His love and peace. I had to spend lots of time at my Lord’s feet, pouring out the contents of my heart before I was finally able to utter the words (to my adversaries), “I love and forgive you”—and mean them.

For several years, I have been composing lunes as a way to capture, much like snapshots, certain events that serve to propel me along this often thorny road to Glory. A lune is a three-lined poem; the first line is comprised of three words, the second line five words, and the final line three words. The words may or may not rhyme, and the number of syllables does not matter. Here is a lune I composed that encapsulates my experience.

I’m a lover
Sometimes it hurts to love
Sometimes love crucifies

Pam
In the fall, at my church, we hear from many of the missionaries we support. They are such wonderful people with interesting and truly inspiring stories. What really impresses me is the love that infuses their lives and work. They are doing what God has called them to do and they are doing it with love. They seem to truly love God and the people they are serving. Tears come to my eyes when I hear their stories.

Hearing from the different missionaries reminds me that love is the foundation of Christianity. When I searched “love” at Bible Gateway, 686 results came up. Obviously, God has something to say on the subject. God loves us, and He wants us to love one another. If we could give to each other even a slightest fraction of the love God gives to us, the world would be a much different place. Image what the world would be like if Christians would obey Christ enough to let go of anger and quickly forgive all slights and offenses.

I know I fall short of obeying Jesus’ command far too often. I have much to learn about loving those I share the planet with. I pray regularly, “Jesus, teach me to be more like You. Teach me to be slow to anger and quick to forgive. Teach me to pray for those who have hurt my feelings. Teach me to not judge with condemnation. Teach me love more expansively and inclusively. Teach me to love the unlovable.” It’s a process, but one that is of primary importance.

What better witness to the unsaved world than for Christians to live by their Lord’s example? At one point in his life, Mahatma Gandhi read the Bible and realized he read the Truth. He went to a church to give his life to the Lord but was not allowed in because they considered him black. He later said, “I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.” Ouch. Clearly, he hadn’t met any of the missionaries from my church or any of the other fine servants doing good things around the globe, but he did have a point. If we can’t witness in love, then we shouldn’t witness at all.

 If I were to set out to bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies but leave out the chocolate chips, I will have something in the end, but it won’t be chocolate chip cookies. If I set out to follow Jesus but leave out love, I will have something in the end, but it won’t be following Jesus.

"...But you shall meditate in it [God's Word] day and night, that you may observe to do according to all that is written in it. For then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success. Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage: do not be afraid, nor dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go." Joshua 1: 8, 9

                                                             Paula

From the onset of my Christian walk, I have made studying God’s Word a priority. Whenever I taught Bible studies or led Christian women’s groups, I stressed to all who would listen that knowing God’s Word intimately and understanding the Father’s precepts is the only surefire way of avoiding satan’s snares.  How can we know God’s will, measure truth against falsehood, or determine if something seemingly good is instead nothing but cloaked evil, unless we measure our conclusions against the yardstick of the Word of God?

God promised Joshua (and all His children) that if he meditated on His Word day and night... “then you will  make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success.” The same precept also appears in Psalm 1: 2-3: “But his delight is in the law of the Lord: and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.”

God couldn’t make Himself clearer. “Delight in my Word,” God says, “and then you shall prosper. Then you shall have good success.” Oh, the depth of this promise and how these words should encourage us!

My ageing mother recently left her home in the San Francisco Bay Area and has moved to Colorado. Because she’s in the process of liquidating her assets, I’ll be taking a trip to California soon to sell her home on her behalf and settle her affairs there. I’m excited. I’m armed with God’s promises. I know and believe God meant what He said when He promised that my way will be prosperous and that I would have good success. I am strong and of good courage, and I am not afraid of what lies ahead. Further, I’m  choosing to surround myself with likeminded people who wholeheartedly support my efforts by way of their positive, faith-filled words and constant encouragement.

But on the other side of the fence, I cannot tell you how much negativity has come through well-meaning “others” who keep insisting that “it’s impossible to sell a house in this dismal economy.” They cite examples of hundreds of homes rotting on the market for months, and can give me countless examples of misfortune, doom and gloom. And if I didn’t know God’s Word like I do, and if I hadn’t walked in faith through the wilderness of this world for so many years, I might have succumbed to their pessimism and given up even before I started.

But I do know God’s Word, and I believe His promises with all my heart. I know that what God says, He means. He cannot lie. But even more than that, He deeply cares about my mother and her affairs, and He cares about me and mine. He wants me to have good success in all that I put my hand to. Not mediocre success. Not success with sorrow attached to it, but GOOD success. So, my question, then, is: what does the failing world economy have to do with me and my current plans for success? I (and my mother) have measured every endeavor against God’s Word and know He is in the midst of each of them. I refuse to look to the right or to the left; I’m keeping focused on my God-given goals and aspirations. Let the whole world fall apart if it must, but as I remain faithful to God’s Word and walk in His precepts, the hopes and dreams I have entrusted to the Lord will surely come to pass.

When I think about readying Mom’s home for market, and when I think of the blessing her little house by the Bay is going to be to some dear family who’s at this very moment praying about owning a home of their own, I feel a warmth in my heart like no other. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that God has already chosen just the right buyer, and that Mom’s home will sell quickly and smoothly. And I can’t wait for the opportunity via this blog to report on our good success.
 

 Pam

Is it my imagination, or are the new television shows even more reprehensible than usual? Most look dreadful. Many of them are enough to make Christians hang their heads and weep. Central themes include, but are not limited to: murder, fear, mayhem, selfishness, sex, the occult, and vengeance.

Don’t get me wrong. I watch my fair share of TV, which includes a few guilty pleasures. But I try to keep it to a minimum. Too many shows should come with a disclaimer, “Warning! The following program is bad for your spiritual growth.” In general, television reflects the values, attitudes, and mores of a world not built on godly principles.

I don’t know when I got to be such a prude, but there you have it. I don’t want to spend all of my free time watching shows centered around values so different from my own. I would like to point out a few really bad ideas television promotes as perfectly acceptable. Getting drunk and having sex with a stranger is okay. Seeking revenge when you’ve been wronged is only natural and brings satisfaction. Violence is the best response to almost any difficult situation and, my personal favorite, being self-centered, to an extreme, is not only normal, it’s healthy. All I can say is, “yikes!”

There is so much junk in the world that the enemy would love for us to pour into our hearts and minds. We live in a fallen world and, sadly, satan has had more say in the structure of our society than Jesus. We live in a world, quite literally, custom made for pain and sorrow.

The good news is that we have an antidote and a shield for all this negativity conveniently located at our fingertips, our Bibles.  Reading God’s Word strengthens our faith. Romans 10:17 “So faith comes from hearing, and hearing by the word of Christ.”  Bible study promotes courage, wholeness, and a strong relationship with our Creator.

“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?” Psalm 42:1-2

owl in Paula's backyard

Note:  Psalm 42 (and 43) is a poignant, contemplative poem written by a man exiled in the far northern reaches of Palestine. He longs to return to Jerusalem so he can once again worship God at the Temple there. His song is written for and dedicated to the sons of Korah, the descendants of Levi, the Temple priests.

* * *

I am an early riser. Most mornings I’m up by 4:30 or so, and I find nothing more pleasant than greeting my Lord and the promising new day by watching the stars and constellations fade as the sun rises in the eastern sky. At that magical time of morning the house lies tranquil and hushed—the phones, TV, radio, and other devices still fast asleep along with the rest of the household. Outside in the dew-laden yard, deer, rabbits, and squirrels gambol past my window as sated horned owls and peregrine falcons settle in the aspens after a long night’s hunt.

I look forward to my early mornings when it’s just me and God and my steaming cup of jasmine-scented green tea, and everything He created affirms His Being. It’s a time for reading my Bible. It’s a time for taking long prayer walks where I speak and God listens, but most importantly where the Lord speaks and I listen. God is alive and I am alive and the whole Earth vibrates with the wonder of His glory. Nothing in this world is more important to me, for I understand that all too soon the troubles of the day will come knocking. All too soon the trials of life will strive to erode this “centeredness in the Lord,” this heavenly substance of peace and satisfaction He and His creations have so freely provided.

For me this communion must take place daily, because it is like the manna God sent every morning to feed the Israelites as they wandered in the desert—here for the gathering just after dawn but all too soon melted away as the heat of the day advances.

Like the exiled writer of this psalm, my soul continually thirsts for God. I yearn for the bliss of His Presence. When I am tangled in life’s daily difficulties and the Lord seems far away and out of reach, I remember these mornings and the ecstasy of drinking from The Fountain that will never run dry. I long to return again and again to that gathering place where it’s so easy to unburden my heart, hear His voice, and be comforted. How foolish if I should forget to seek God first in all things Paula, for it is only in the Lord’s Presence that harmony, peace, and the answers to all my questions lie.

Pam

deer in Paula's front yard

It is, at times, too easy for me to become complacent in my walk with God. I get busy and distracted by minutiae. Before I know it, God is on the back burner. I cut short Bible study and prayers. My writing, which is a spiritual discipline for me, is ignored totally (as seen by the large time gap since our last blog). I let the world, my old self, and the enemy convince me that other things take priority. I have to find work, earn money, and whip myself into a panic over the state of the economy. I can’t waste time perusing the Bible or dillydallying around writing something that no one is paying me for. There’s work to be done and people to please.

What is my reward for my busy-bee mentality? It is less than nothing. Hollow, empty days and “a mind flattened by the world.”* A life without God is a faded image, lacking color or life. How unnecessary. Jesus assures that if we put Him first, everything else will fall into place (Matthew 6:33).  Seeking God is always the number one priority and what my heart and soul longs for.

A.W. Tozer said it so much better than I ever could in his highly recommended book The Pursuit of God:  “The continuous and unembarrassed interchange of love and thought between God and the soul of the redeemed man is the throbbing heart of New Testament religion.”  We are made in the image of God. To paraphrase Tozer, if we remove sin from the equation, we are in little what God is in large. It is a natural law that like attracts like. Deep calls to deep (Psalm 42:7). Our magnetic north is always our Father in heaven. To deny our longing for Him is to deny who we are in essence.

I love how the psalmist characterizes the God we thirst for. We long for a living God, a Heavenly Father who is as real and present in the fabric of our lives as our family and friends. Because of Jesus’ sacrifice, we can have just such a relationship. We can meet God here and now.

I praise Jesus, that my days when God has been removed to the background are becoming fewer and farther apart.

*From a footnote in the Renovaré Bible.

"And be ye kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you." Ephesians 4:32

Paula
Sometimes the things people do just plain make me angry. The postman might deliver my mail to some other address, causing me to hunt through the neighborhood for my missing mail. A passerby walking his dog may allow the animal to go on my lawn without cleaning up after it. A careless driver runs a stop sign and swerves in front of me, missing my car by inches, then has the nerve to flip me off. My husband and kids sometimes don’t appreciate me as much as I think they should.

Whenever I feel offended or abused, I remind myself that all of us have faults. No one is perfect—especially me. I’m sure others feel I’ve offended or abused them at times also. And if Jesus is our example of how to love one another and get along with one another in spite of our faults and the injustices we hand each other, then looking toward Him, I have no excuse to harbor anger or unforgiveness toward anyone, no matter what they do or however guilty they may be.

Hanging on a pitiless cross, Jesus, the innocent of innocents, forgave those who had misunderstood and abused him and were now mocking him has he neared death. “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do,”* was his cry. How utterly selfless, and what a pure example of God’s unfathomable love toward us His plea expressed.

When I came to the cross with my heart laid bare, when I knelt under Jesus’ shadow, He accepted me, forgave my sins, and made me a new human being. I try to remember His incredible depth of forgiveness when anger rises toward someone whom I think has offended me. Jesus not only forgave me, he died for me. If I truly understand this, how can I not, then, forgive others for the wrongs they have done me?

Paul lived and preached this awesome depth of forgiveness as well. While imprisoned in Rome, beaten and suffering for preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ, Paul wrote the following words to his beloved church at Ephesus:  “And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.”

May we all strive to not merely hear these words but live and practice them.

* Luke 23:34

Pam

Someone paid me the nicest compliment the other day. She said she could tell I was a Christian because I had been so kind to her. I’m not sharing this to boast. I know that any kindness I possess I’ve received from God. And this sweet woman got me on a good day. Too many times I don’t show the kindness I should.

But I thought she brought up a good point. How do you tell if someone is a Christian? Accepting Jesus as your Lord and Savior doesn’t give you a glowing halo. (Which could come in handy if you want to read at night but may make it hard to sleep.) Nope, no halos or pink auras. Not even a sublime, peaceful expression for most of us. Unless someone is wearing a cross necklace or lapel pin, there aren’t any visual clues telling those they meet that they are a Christian. So how do believers set themselves apart? And let's be clear on this point: Christians are set apart. We are in the world but not of the world (John 17). We are in the family of God. If we are different shouldn’t we act different?

It seems to me that after all Jesus has done for us, the least we can do is be kind to one another. Give someone the benefit of the doubt when they are less than kind to me. Be slow to anger and quick to forgive. God’s mercy is immeasurable, so shouldn’t our mercy, too, be full and rich?

Christians need always to stand firm and strong for truth and righteousness. Yet, we can and should be kind and merciful in our day-to-day interactions. If we take an eternal perspective we’ll realize that in a thousand years it won’t matter if the design center messed up our order for drapes, or if our cable is out or we were overcharged on our phone bill. These kinds of things are concerns of the world.  We will be here for a very short time, so why not show compassion? What better witness to an unsaved world?

“There is nothing outside a person that by going into him can defile him, but the things that come out of a person are what defile him.” Mark 7:15

Paula
As our modern world continues to spiral downward deeper and deeper into the vortex of end-time chaos, I find myself bombarded with unclean images and innuendos I’d rather not see and hear. Whenever I turn on the television, read a magazine, turn on the radio, or check out the Internet, up pop sexually suggestive or explicit images and foul language I don’t expect to encounter but cannot avoid. Sadly, the situation is probably only going to get worse as time goes on.

It wouldn’t be practical or wise to toss out my computer, TV, radio, newspapers, and magazines in order to avoid such confrontations. Others may feel differently, but I don’t believe Jesus expects or asks me to do that. One can’t (and shouldn’t) live under a rock, as the saying goes. Yet, the Bible states clearly and without exception what God does expect of us: “...But as he [Jesus/God] who has called you is holy, you also be holy in all your conduct, because it is written, ‘Be holy, for I am holy’” (1 Peter 1:15). So how do we, as followers of Jesus Christ, keep from becoming tainted or even corrupted by the world and its current mores?

Jesus gave us the answer. He tells us: “There is nothing that enters a man from outside which can defile him; but the things which come out of him, those are the things that defile a man” (Mark 7: 15). Jesus is saying that it’s what we do with, and how we choose to digest and process the things that enter our bodies and minds that can harm us. Yes, we must use discretion and guard ourselves from those things we know Jesus would not condone. We must do as God expects and keep ourselves holy as He is holy. But if something unclean does enter in, we can surely take heart. It’s only what comes out of us afterward that will harm or defile. Plainly speaking, Jesus compares the process to food intake and waste output.

We must deal with questionable “intake” immediately and eliminate it from our minds and spirits before it has a chance to fester, exit us through our actions or speech, and finally corrupt us. If we harbor impure thoughts and do not determine to immediately rid ourselves of them, eventually we may act upon them. Then, those things that will come out of us will defile us—and possibly defile others as well. It’s the same with foul speech. We can hear it, but Jesus has called us to a much higher standard. It’s what comes out of our mouths, mouths that God intended for us to use for praise and uplifting, holy speech, that will either bless or defile those who hear it.

I don’t claim to be perfect. I can’t even claim that my own actions and speech are always holy. As the world grinds down toward that glorious day when Jesus makes his return to Earth, it’s going to get harder and harder for me and other Christians to remain in the world but not of it. But I thank God we have the Holy Spirit to guide us and convict us whenever we stray from the path God ordained for us. And all those times when I forget to place myself in another’s shoes, then say or do things I later regret, I remember Mark 7: 15. And I remember that Jesus’ precious blood was shed for the atonement of our sins, and that the power of His blood will keep us and maintain us until the day of His triumphant return.

Pam
Words, words, words. We are drowning in them. It’s been said that the average person speaks about 10,000 words a day.* It seems we are always talking. We give instructions, detail plans, describe events, and order our coffee. We are a culture that always seems to be yakking. So much so, we need unlimited plans for our cell phones. With so many words being uttered is it any wonder, then, that so many sins come from the words we speak? We can use words to lie, cheat, swear, and manipulate. We exhort others to commit sin. We use words to attack. Words are the usually the first acts of violence we commit. A particularly disturbing scene from the movie Hotel Rwanda takes place when  a voice on the radio  urges the Hutus to slaughter their neighbors, the  Tutsis. 

Then there is the much more socially acceptable, seemingly benign yet just as sinful, activity of gossiping. If you want to go an entire day and not hear a negative word spoken about another person you had better check into a remote mountain cave. Office gossip is as ubiquitous as cubicle dividers. And who hasn’t spent time at a family get-together nattering about the faults of the relatives who didn’t show? Backbiting, criticizing, and condemning are common pursuits among believers and nonbelievers alike. So common, it’s easy to forget they are sins. Yet, the Bible is more than clear on the subject. Jesus said we are not to call each other fool (Matt. 5:22). Paul admonishes us repeatedly not to engage in slander (Col. 3:8, Eph. 4:31, Titus 3:2). 

Speaking negatively about another person is a sin I fall into time and again.  If my feelings get hurt, if I’m inconvenienced or annoyed, I find myself making a snarky comment about someone. The Holy Spirit has let me know that no matter how witty or clever I am with my negative comments, I’m still sinning.  This is an area I work on daily. Gossiping is a tough habit to break.

My mother-in-law, who is now with the Lord, had a framed embroidery piece that read, “In this house Jesus is the guest at every meal and a part of every conversation.”  What a wonderful reminder. If we remember to bring Jesus into all our conversations, then all unkind words would die unsaid. Words would only be used to praise, encourage, rejoice, and uplift. We would sing hymns, give thanks, and exalt the Lord.

*http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_many_words_does_the_average_person_speak_every_day

“He is not here, but is risen!” Luke 24: 6

Ludwig Ferdinand Schnorr von Carolsfeld: Three Marys at the Tomb of Christ

Paula
I get teary-eyed when I contemplate Jesus’ suffering on the cross for my sins—the precious Lamb of God Who taketh away the sins of the world. Fulfilling centuries of prophecy, our sinless Lord went willingly to his agonizing death, sacrificing his life for the redemption and atonement of all humanity—for me and you.

Selah, writes the psalmist: Pause and contemplate this.

But Jesus’ work didn’t end there. He had just conquered His arch enemy satan and removed once and for all the terrible burden of mankind’s sin, yet He must now go on to conquer death itself. Here is what happened:

On the third day (Sunday), early in the morning at sunrise, a group of women went to Jesus’ tomb, bringing sweet-smelling spices to prepare the body for permanent burial. How astonished they were to discover the massive sealing stone had been rolled away and the tomb lay empty! Fearful that thieves had stolen Jesus’ body, the women began to fret. Just then, two angels in shining white garments appeared. “Why do you seek the living among the dead?” they asked.  “He is not here, but is risen! Remember how He spoke to you when He was still in Galilee, saying, ‘The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again’” (Luke 24: 4-7).

The women, believing the angels, ran to tell the disciples the wonderful news. However, until Jesus Himself appeared to the eleven men, they doubted the women’s story, thinking their words “idle tales.” Especially Thomas, who stated flatly that unless he put his own fingers into the wounds in Jesus’ hands and side, he wouldn’t believe. Eight days later, the risen Jesus appeared to Thomas and invited the doubting apostle to do just that. Afterward, believing at last, Thomas cried: “My Lord and my God!”

I love what Jesus said to Thomas next. My Lord’s words humble me and make me weep every time I read them. Jesus told Thomas, “Thomas, because you have seen Me, you have believed. Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed” (John 20: 29).

Selah.

Jesus’ death and resurrection freed humanity from the bondages of sin and death, but it also ushered in a brand-new age—the Age of Grace. No longer must we sacrifice bulls and goats and doves to atone for our sins. Jesus’ atoning blood, shed for us so long ago at Calvary, provides grace and pardon once and for all. Jesus’ shed blood makes it possible for us to boldly approach the Throne of Grace where our Father God dwells, assured that we will always find acceptance, love and forgiveness there. Because Jesus loved us so completely, he willingly went to the cross, died, and the third day rose from the dead.

It’s been a hectic week for me with plenty of life’s troubles standing ready to choke out the Word of God and tempt me to set aside the awesome significance of Holy Week and Easter Sunday. But I know better than to give in to satan’s wiles. I am so grateful to Jesus for the work He has done on my behalf, and I will celebrate Resurrection Sunday with a heart brimming with thanksgiving and praise. At sunrise this Easter Sunday I will shout along with all the saints and angels in heaven and every believer here below: “Hallelujah! He is risen!”

 Pam

Júnior Miranda, Cruzeiro Gameleira

Writing an Easter blog, I’ve discovered, can be a daunting task. I first thought it should be easy. After all, the story of the Crucifixion and Resurrection is such a rich, complex tapestry, the very heart and foundation of Christianity. The story teems with themes and ideas. We see Jesus at his most human, “…remove this cup from me” and his most divine, “…not my will but yours be done” (Luke 22:42). We see the worst of humankind in the betrayal of Jesus and the best in the joy and faith of his followers. A person could write volumes on the subjects of love, compassion, sacrifice, redemption, obedience, as well as loathing, condemnation, selfishness, and rebellion, which are all present in the story of the Cross.

So what thread of this immense tapestry would the Holy Spirit prompt me to pick up? The thought that comes to my mind is: as Christians, what do we ever have to fear? Jesus went through the worst, the most painful experience imaginable. Not just physical pain, which was tremendous, but the anguish of knowing all His loving, helping, teaching, and healing were rewarded by utter and complete betrayal by men. They were the very men who should have recognized Him as the Christ and fallen to their knees. Instead, they had him Crucified simply because they wanted to maintain the status quo. Yet, on the third day He rose! He triumphed over it all: betrayal, agony, sorrow, and death. We cannot help but sin, but Jesus has saved us from ourselves. Because of his sacrifice, if we stay faithful, we are entitled to the same triumph. No matter what we suffer from the hands of evil men and women, no matter what satan throws our way, we will always triumph in the end. We know the final score at the beginning of the game.

I have to remember this as I go about my daily business. When worry and anxiety threaten to drown out the Word, I have to ask myself, what do I have to fear? Christ died so that I would be saved, so that I could have an everlasting relationship with God. In the next life I will be with Jesus, and He is at the right hand of God.

The Cross brings life out of death. As Christians we can trade fear for faith. Praise the Lord! He has risen.

" Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” Galatians 6: 9

                                                                                    Paula
One day when I was out planting radish and lettuce seeds in my garden, I began to think about the concept of sowing and reaping—how those tiny dead specs of organic matter would, under the proper conditions, come alive and in time grow into mature plants. Radishes would sprout and mature in a matter of a few days, while the lettuce seeds would take longer to develop. Instructions on how and when to sow and when the sower could expect a harvest was all right there, printed on the backs of the seed packets: Work the soil, plant the seeds properly at just the right depth, tamp the rows, water, watch out for invasive weeds and insects, and wait. If only the progression for sowing spiritual seeds could be as straightforward!

I began to think, if only I had some printed information as shown on the backs of these seed packets that would give me hope for when to expect a harvest of answers to my prayers. So, I asked the Lord, “Why is it that when I pray (plant faith seeds) for others, such as for financial needs, for their salvation, or for healing, sometimes the answers come quickly but other times it takes years before I see any positive results? During those times when I don’t see anything happening, when it seems as if my prayers aren’t being of any effect, it’s so easy to get discouraged.”

Well, I’m sure by now you know where this is going. By experience, every farmer understands that it takes longer for some seeds to germinate than it does others. Also, soil and weather conditions as well as countless other factors determine whether a seed will take root or not. The same holds true for spiritual seeds. (In Matthew, chapter 13, Jesus delivered an entire discourse on the subject.)

Perhaps, like me, you’re praying for the salvation of loved ones, for deliverance from unhealthy habits, or for someone’s healing. You’ve sown your seeds of faith and have been tending them for awhile now—but nothing seems to be happening. Every day you look but see only soil, no sprouts. Take courage! Like the farmer, be patient and trust in your heart that God’s laws will surely take their course. Above all, avoid slumping into unbelief merely because you aren’t seeing any results right away. Rest assured that the Holy Spirit is doing His work beneath the surface, whether you see anything springing up yet or not.

Throughout the Bible God has given us instructions on how to sow spiritual seeds. He may not have given us a definite timeline regarding when we can expect a harvest, but as Galatians 6: 9 reveals, when we remain diligent in prayer, hopeful of heart, and faithful that God will bring to pass His Word in due season, we will reap a harvest. We just have to be patient and never lose sight of the goal until the harvest comes. If that takes seconds, hours, days, months, or years, so be it. Our job is to sow the seeds, through faith diligently tend them until they mature, and never allow ourselves to become weary in our well doing. When we follow these instructions, in due season we can then expect God to bring about the harvest—the happy result of our faithfulness.

The Amplified Bible says it this way:  “And let us not lose heart and grow weary and faint in acting nobly and doing right, for in due time and at the appointed season we shall reap, if we do not loosen and relax our courage and faint.”

I don’t think the instructions could be any plainer or easier to understand. Gardening is hard work, but a satisfying process nonetheless. In the same way, standing steadfast in prayer takes courage, diligence, and stamina. When we’re engaged in great battles against the weeds and insects of discouragement, fear, and hopelessness—those pests that threaten to destroy our seedlings of faith—that’s when we need to gird ourselves with courage, stand fast, and fight the enemy with faith. And when we’ve done all, we must stand back, watch, and wait. Most importantly, we must trust and believe God will, in His perfect timing, cause the answers to our prayers to come to pass.

I live Galatians 6: 9 and fight the good fight against discouragement every day. People who know me well will tell you that when Paula prays, she never gives up because she understands down to the cellar of her bones that God remains true to His promises. The moment we decide to believe and take God at His Word is the moment our prayer seeds begin to germinate and take root. I keep in mind every time I pray that, no matter what I’m seeing in the natural, God is a master at bringing dead seeds to life.


Pam
So often I can feel the world pinching in. My Christian beliefs tell me one thing and the world tells me something completely different. Christ has asked me to turn the other cheek, not gossip, pray for my enemies, and even feed them if they are hungry.  I have been instructed by God’s Word to be temperate, tolerant, kind, gentle, patient, and joyful. I know acts of love toward others makes God real and visible. I am to trust in God’s love and put my life in His hands.

This is not exactly what the world tells me. A few minutes spent skimming the newspaper, Internet, and popular TV shows tells me just what a schmuck I am for having my beliefs. It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and we have to look out for number one. Selfishness has been elevated to a virtue and an art form. Self-indulgence moves the economy. Compassion is for chumps. Winning is all, and if winning comes at the expense of others, so be it. In the current worldview money is to be praised and worshiped, for it is the scorecard that informs the rest of the world we are either winners or losers; only the accumulation of wealth can provide any kind of security. 

There are times it just seems easier to give in.  Why not indulge and give in to temptation? Why not gossip? Isn’t it kind of fun to feel taller by standing on someone else? After all, everyone else (the mythical, misguided everyone else) does. Why try and hang on to beliefs that are so contrary? These are the times I have to return to Paul’s words. I have to remind myself not to grow weary in doing what is right.

So what harvest can I expect to reap? Will I win the lottery, get a new car or the prize behind door number two? I guess I could receive any one of those things and more. But I think Paul is referring to something deeper and more meaningful. If we persist in doing good, we begin to conform to the image of Christ. And isn’t that the goal of all Christians, to become more Christlike? For Jesus isn’t just our Lord and Savior, but also our teacher and guide. There is no better reward.

"Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will not pass away”. Mark 13:31

                                                                                    Paula
Blessed assurance. Straight from Jesus’ heart, that’s the gift we are given from this wonderful scripture. Jesus spoke these encouraging words after explaining to four of his disciples how to recognize the signs of the end times.

The signs Jesus described were ominous: severe earthquakes, vicious wars and civil unrest, devastating famines, ugly discord within families even unto death, deception by way of false prophets, and severe persecutions. Kind of sounds like what’s happening in the world right now, doesn’t it? Yet, Jesus instructed His followers to take courage. He said, “...Do not be troubled; for such things must happen, but the end is not yet” (Mark 13: 7).

The apostle John wrote of Jesus: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men” (John 1: 1-4). Through this scripture we come to understand that Jesus the Word, like God the Father and the Holy Spirit, is eternal. Jesus the Word has been in existence from far beyond the beginning of all things, and He has no end. All physical objects (heaven and earth) will one day pass away, but Jesus’ words, Jesus Who is the Word Himself, will never pass away.

I take tremendous comfort from this scripture, especially when I watch the evening news, read about disastrous world events on the Internet, or hear disturbing murmurings over the radio. Jesus persistently abides with us who love Him as we struggle through difficulties here on earth, and He will abide with us throughout eternity when we have at last shed our struggles and left them behind.

Jesus, our blessed assurance. Jesus, our eternal Word.


Pam

It’s tax time again – oh joy. I don’t resent having to pay taxes. It’s not just the money involved that makes tax time such a dread. It’s doing the taxes. What an awful chore. I’d rather have a bus run over my foot than do taxes. So, like many Americans, my husband and I hire it done. We need a professional, someone who can spend eight hours a day keeping up with the ever-changing tax code. Every year the tax laws are different. That is the main reason we don’t do our own taxes. We don’t have the time or inclination to keep up with all the modifications.

One would think I’d be used to constantly changing rules and regs. I work for a Medicare provider. Every month or so I get new forms or have to change how I do things because Medicare guidelines have changed. Don’t get me wrong, I think Medicare is a good program that helps millions of people. But it is a system in constant flux. There is always a tweak here and there.

We live in a world of  ever-changing information. Every morning the newspaper brings the latest news, always different than the day before. The Internet is a steady stream of new ideas, thoughts, philosophies, and values. Entertainment trumps context. We make up “what’s hot and what’s not” lists. There is a huge demand for the fresh, different, hip, and fashionable. The pressure is on the Internet magazine and blog writers to come up with a novel take on any and all subjects. The words of the world are written in sand. Most hold very little value past the present moment.

This is why the world desperately needs scripture. The Bible may get a new translation from time to time to keep up with current language, but its essence stays the same. Scripture is God’s word, everlasting, never changing. I hunger for words that will last. Words that last are a bedrock foundation, solid ground on which to build a life. They are earthquake proof and safe from any flood or fire.

As desperately needed as it is, the Bible is not a quick fix for all our woes. In our instant-access world, scripture can seem frustrating. God’s word is not prepackaged, microwavable, ready-in-five minutes. Truth cannot be flashed into the brain but must be grown in the heart. And Truth does not always go down as easy as pudding-in-a-cup. Scripture not only shows us God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, but it also reveals our humanity, as unpalatable as that can be. Bible study is just that, a study, a pondering, and a questioning. I often have to stop reading and ask myself, what does this scripture have to do with me? What is its relevance in my life? What is God wanting to tell me? Yet, I always find the Bible worth the effort. It brings what is true and what is real into my life. This why I read scripture almost every day; I want and need a touch of the eternal.

“For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him .” Psalm 103: 11

Stefan Gillessen, Reinhard Genzel, Frank Eisenhauer

Paula
When I meditate on the vast expanse of the observable universe, the distances involved seem incomprehensible.  Astrophysicists have calculated that the comoving distance (or unchanging distance, i.e., not taking into consideration the universe’s constant rate of expansion) between Earth and our universe’s edge is approximately 14 billion parsecs, or 46 billion light years in any given direction. One light year equals the distance light travels in one year, or 6 trillion (6,000,000,000,000) miles. Do the math, then try to write out the number! What’s even more mind boggling is that this distance measures only the span between where we are standing and the far-reaching points of light we can see. Only God knows how many light years of universe lie beyond those points!

King David, the writer of Psalm 103, understood the incomprehensible measure of God’s mercy toward His imperfect children. He experienced that mercy firsthand. Past his other relatively minor faults, David desired to take for himself another man’s wife and so crafted a scheme that resulted in that man’s murder. One year later King David got his heart’s desire: Beautiful Bathsheba, Uriah the Hittite’s widow, became his queen.

But that wasn’t the end of the story. Displeased, God sent the prophet Nathan to confront the king (see 2 Samuel 12). After shining a beacon upon King David’s awful transgression, David could no longer, either to himself or to others, mask his deed and pretend what he’d done could be buried and forgotten.

Can God forgive egregious sins like that? He not only can, He did.

From that point on, understanding full well that he had “done evil in the sight of the Lord,” David began an agonizing journey toward repentance. While seeking God’s forgiveness, another psalm, Psalm 51, emerged from David’s deep remorse and from his longing for God’s mercy, grace, and absolution during this time. It begins: “Have mercy upon me, O God; according to Your lovingkindness; according to the multitude of Your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.” Several verses later David pleads: “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me away from your presence, and do not take Your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of Your salvation, and uphold me by Your generous Spirit.”

History tells us that God answered King David’s cry for mercy, completely and absolutely.

Whenever I stumble into sin, as all of us do, whether it be foul temper; unclean speech; intolerance; the temptation to do a job halfway; or the temptation to cloud my mind with debilitating self-doubts that keep me from attaining the goals God has set for me; I think about imperfect King David and his wonderful psalms. Whenever I start thinking God can’t possibly forgive my transgressions because they are too great, I turn my thoughts toward the vastness of the heavens and how great the Bible attests is God’s mercy toward me.

Some of us have committed “really big” sins which we feel God could never in a million years forgive, sins almost too terrible to utter. But God tells us that when we repent from the depths of our hearts and sincerely commit to turning away from our sinful behavior, He will pour upon us His infinite mercy and grant us a measure of forgiveness that will forever absolve us and restore us to a right standing with Him. God declared to all of us through King David’s contrite, forgiven heart and glorious pen: “For as the heavens are high above the earth, so great is His mercy toward those who fear [trust] Him.”

Pam
I love the story in Luke of the prodigal son.  How very human is the prodigal son. So sure of his abilities, so smug in his own wisdom, he grabs his inheritance and goes charging off, knowing full well he will be able to run his life much better on his own. He has no need of the comforts his father wants to give him, and certainly no need of guidance and counsel. He’s much too smart for all that.

As I read the story, it starts to sound a little too familiar. Haven’t we all had times in our lives when we think we can do a better job of managing things than God?  When we say, basically, “ No thanks, God. I got this one”. That is usually about the time my life starts to crumble like a sand castle in the hot sun. The essence of what was holding it together is gone.

Predictably, the prodigal son finds himself covered in muck and eating pig swill.  What could be more humbling? Swallowing his pride, which probably didn’t taste any better than the pig food, he returns home, unsure of his welcome. I imagine he must’ve been asking himself if his father was going to be angry and punish him for his arrogance, his foolishness. Would his father further humble him? It would be no less than he deserved.  But instead of meeting anger, the prodigal son is met with joy. His father runs into his arms. (Joel Osteen points out that this is the only time in the Bible that God runs). Instead of punishment, the prodigal son is given a banquet and fine clothes.

This story so perfectly illustrates God’s mercy.  So often we receive mercy we don’t deserve, but it is freely, lovingly abundantly, given anyway.  Too many times we cannot show mercy or forgiveness to those who offend us, but God is steadfast in His mercy to His children. We cannot fall to depths too low where we can’t be redeemed. When you think about it, what could be more comforting? All I have to do is look toward God, and  start to move in His direction, and He will meet me more than halfway. Loving arms always await. 

Philippians 4: 8 “Finally, brethren, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.” NKJV

Paula
It seems as if during the past year, one serious crisis after another has bombarded my family and close friends. From devastating illness to financial uncertainty to marriages in crisis to the unexpected deaths of loved ones, some days seem just too difficult to bear. As for me personally, satan* has been working overtime to try and hijack my thoughts. He’d like nothing better than to lure me into his dark wasteland where discouragement and despair thrive. And I have to admit, some days, if I’d allowed my mind to wander into satan’s territory, I would have cast faith aside and caved in to utter despair. But because I’ve been walking with the Lord for a long time and know better, and because I am, by faith, trusting God to work out for my good any adversity that comes my way, I understand to the depths of my soul that I can absolutely rely on the promises God declares are mine in His Word. I am assured that God, who cannot lie, will not and cannot break His promises. Moreover, and here’s the extraordinary part, He will bring His promises to pass in my life. How I marvel at the steadfast goodness, strength, and loving-kindness of my God!

Since I first became a Christian, I’ve understood that my mind is a battleground, and that satan would like nothing better than to win the war, build a castle, fly his standard, and declare himself ruler over the realm of my thoughts. But I also know that I can either allow my mind to wander into satan’s negative territory and risk capture and defeat, or I can win the battle (and ultimately the war) by choosing to meditate instead on the positive, life-giving, life-changing things of God. Winning or losing the war will, and always will be, up to me.

It’s easy to “justify” blaming other people who’ve wronged us for our misery. Or we can blame negative occurrences in our past for why we can’t seem to ever walk in victory over our present circumstances. Adversity and past negative events also make perfect excuses for why we may suffer from low self-esteem, why we can’t seem to dig ourselves out of the hole financially, or why “nothing good ever seems to come my way.” The blame game comes naturally to us humans. Some of us even enjoy being victims instead of victors. It’s always easier—for a time—to shirk responsibility for directing our own thoughts down a positive path instead of a negative one. Then, too, sometimes it just feels downright comforting to place blame for our misfortunes on someone else, then sink into a warm mud bath of negativity. But at what cost? Down in that bubbling pit lies utter defeat. Down in that shadowy pool that at first looked so inviting lurk the denizens of destruction and death.

How much better to halt negative thoughts at the onset before they take root, before they in time sprout, mature, and bear their awful fruit. How much better to take our thoughts captive to the obedience of Christ, cast down imaginations, (see 2 Corinthians 10:5) and do what Paul instructs us to do in Philippians 4: 8. Paul tells us that when negative thoughts of self-doubt, defeat, self-pity and despair bombard our minds, we need to turn to Jesus and think about all that He is. Paul admonishes us that we can and must control our own thought life and that we must not allow satan to do it for us. All it takes is a conscious effort on our part to wrench back the controls, expose satan for the liar he is, and steer our minds toward Jesus.

Jesus is our peace, our answer. Jesus is noble, just, pure, lovely, virtuous, and praiseworthy. Everything about Jesus garners a good report. When we focus on thoughts such as these, when we plant victory seeds in the gardens of our minds instead of allowing satan’s weeds to thrive, in due time God assures us we can expect an abundant harvest of every good fruit.

*I do not—and never will—give satan the courtesy of capitalizing his name.

 

Pam

I read a book on nutrition the other day. It asserted that one of the problems with eating too much sugary, starchy junk food is that these foods replace healthier fare such as protein and good fats, foods we need to replenish hormones, build muscle, and maintain proper metabolic functions. Even a person with a prodigious appetite can only eat a finite amount of food, so a certain percentage—the higher the better—needs to come from a healthy source.

This started me thinking about the subject of displacement. Every fourth grader knows about displacement. It’s usually demonstrated by completely filling a cylinder with water and than dropping a rock in. The water that splashes out has been displaced by the rock. Fill a bathtub all the way and hop in and you’ll spend the next ten minutes mopping up the floor. The dimensions of the tub are finite.

Pondering this subject led me to ask myself about spiritual displacement. We live in the world. Our bodily life is governed by finite amounts of energy, time, and attention. Our minds, even for those with far more brainpower than I, can only hold so much. Therefore, we have to make choices on how to allot our time and attention and what to fill our minds with.

Could there be such a thing as spiritual junk food? Of course, spending our time doing something as unwholesome as viewing pornography would be the nutritional equivalent of consuming arsenic – even small doses over time will lead to death.

But what about doing something as culturally accepted as watching or listening to inflammatory TV or radio programs generated from either side of political fence? There is a certain pleasure in having our anger and righteous indignation fanned. It is so comforting to be assured that we are right and all those other people who hold a different position are idiots. If they only could think like me then all would be good. Could filling our time and minds with this stuff be to our spirit what eating trans fat-filled donuts is to the body? One or two occasionally probably won’t hurt anything, but a steady diet could stop our hearts. Paul warns us many times in his letters to steer clear of activities that stir anger. We are instructed to avoid malice and slander (no matter how fun it is).

What about the more commonplace but maybe just as unhealthy  practice of constant worry? How much of our day is given to fear and anxiety? Do we fill our minds with carefully constructed scenarios where it all ends badly? Where do we draw the line between having a common-sense plan for the future, and terror that we’ll be living on the streets in our old age?

Anxiety and malevolent media are but two examples of unworthy pursuits.  I could on and on. I am as guilty as anyone of spending my time in vacuous activities when I should be at more praiseworthy pastimes. Yet as I grow in Christ, I have more and more come to realize that if I displace scripture reading, prayer, and service to others with any of the number of unwholesome pursuits available, then I have displaced God with worldly things.
 
I have also learned bad habits can be hard to break. If we have the habit of worry, then our minds will continue the pattern like a wagon wheel falling into a deep rut. Our puny human efforts cannot change our conditioning. Only God can change us. Only He can break us of any of our unhealthy habits, whether it’s watching dreadful TV, eating Cheetos, or fretting. With Jesus, peace, love, joy, and faith replace anger, fear, boredom, and worry--possibly the greatest displacement of all.

“In your presence is fullness of joy.” Psalm 16:11b

 Paula

Sometimes life can throw us some pretty cruel punches. At times life’s storms seem so violent we think we’ll never survive them. Yet, God assures us in his Word that in His presence we will find fullness of joy. He doesn’t qualify that promise. He doesn’t say we’ll find that sublime joy only when the winds and seas are calm and peace prevails. He simply declares without compromise that no matter what our circumstances, be they stormy or calm, when we step into His presence we will experience fullness of joy.

One day Jesus climbed into a boat with his disciples. Once they’d set sail he decided to take a nap. While Jesus slept, a fierce, storm arose so that the boat began to take on water. “Lord, save us!” the men cried, fearful and panicked. Waking Jesus up, they grumbled, “Don’t you care we’re about to perish?”  Reading between the lines here, no doubt their cries further ran something like this: “How can you sleep, for goodness sake? Our boat is about to sink and we’re all going to drown! What’s the matter with you, Master, that you seem so unconcerned?”

Jesus, unperturbed, simply stood, rebuked the wind and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” Immediately the storm ceased and the sea became calm once again. At that point I’m sure the disciples began to laugh and dance with great joy. Relieved, awed, and humbled, they marveled that their Lord had performed such a profound miracle. (See Mark 4:35-41).

Jesus had just taught them that no matter what perils may come their way, they need not fear. The only thing required was a little faith to understand that He was right there in the boat with them and would never leave them or forsake them. He would see them safely through every storm.  No matter what, in His presence they could expect to experience fullness of joy.

But how do we enter, then remain in His presence? One way is to immerse ourselves in God’s Word. Another is to seek God in every task, every detail of our lives. Still another, and perhaps the most important way, is to practice what Paul described as “praying without ceasing.”

Recently I experienced a violent storm of my own. At first I wanted to panic, cover my head, and cower from the danger. Fear threatened to grip me as I struggled to figure out how to save myself from “drowning.” If ever I needed to enter into the peace of His presence, this was it.

So I sought God’s wisdom through His Word. I began to talk to God, pouring out my heart. In moments, I had no doubt He stood near, ready and able to help. He wasn’t asleep, nor was He ignoring my peril. I’d entered into His presence by speaking to Him, by turning my faith toward Him, by trusting that He would calm the storm. In the midst of that awful calamity, I found fullness of joy. Not a half measure. Fullness.

Life here below Heaven isn’t always easy. But like the disciples, I marvel and am humbled that the Lord continues to perform miracles in my life, and that He continues to draw me down the path into His presence where my joy is complete.

 

Pam
There is a great little note concerning this scripture in my Renovarẻ Spiritual Formation Bible.  “This verse distills the reasons the psalmist relies on and is loyal to God. It is no burden.” Being with God is not a duty but a delight.  In the presence of God we find all joy, grace, mercy, abundance, and fulfillment. God leaves nothing “on the table” when we draw near Him.

Being able to approach the throne of grace boldly and confidently is one of the greatest gifts of grace given to us through the blood of Jesus.  As our high priest and ultimate sacrifice, Jesus tore the veil separating us from God so we can be in His presence fully and have a living relationship with Him. “Therefore, my friends, since we have confidence to enter the sanctuary by the blood of Jesus, by the new and living way that he opened for us through the curtain (that is, through his flesh), and since we have a high priest over the house of God, let us approach with a true heart in full assurance of faith, with our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water” Heb. 10:19-22. How wonderful is that? Because of Jesus’ great love for us he went to the cross so we could be in the presence of God with a clean heart, and without a guilty conscience. (We all know how a guilty conscience has a way of messing up relationships).

And God welcomes us. He wants us to approach Him in good times and in bad. His mailbox is never full. He never gets tired of us if we are around Him too much. We can talk to Him about anything and He will “get it”. When we seek Him we are never an intrusion.  He delights in our company always, just as we delight in being with Him. And God is ready, willing and able to assist us. “Let us come boldly to the throne of grace that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need” Heb. 4:16.  In time of need. That is pretty much daily, if not hourly for me. Life’s not always a train wreck. But stress happens. Appointments are missed, sales are down, and traffic is dreadful. Yet in the midst of all the frustrations that can arise I know I can still be in the presence of God and find joy, peace and grace. 

John 14: 6 “I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”

                                                        Paula

 Like a hummingbird, during my long search for God I flitted from one attractive religious tradition to the next, seeking some illusive sweet nectar that always looked promising but never quite satisfied. “Why is the void still there, God? Which religion do I choose?” So many paths spread themselves before me, studying them only made me more and more confused. Each religion had its own merits—some sounded so convincing it’s a wonder my steps led away from them. I’d enter into each with great hope and expectation, only to come away disappointed that I hadn’t yet found the fulfillment I sought.

Our politically correct world proclaims that there are many pathways to God. For centuries mankind has invented and practiced countless religious traditions, each attempting to satisfy the soul’s hunger for Something outside ourselves. But if we are honest, if we stop for a moment to carefully examine our own inner beings (that deep, private place in our mind and spirit where we alone are allowed to tread), we can’t help but recognize a void exists that only God can fill. Some try to fill that void with lusts of the flesh—be that addictions, worldly distractions and the pursuit of wealth, carnality, intellect, or even by denying that the void exists at all. Some try to fill the hole with religious ritual—faithfully attending church, temple, or mosque, or by practicing sacred rites or by spending countless hours in prayer and meditation. All these practices in and of themselves are well and good, yet without first walking through the Doorway that God the Father provided from the beginning of eternity, none of them will ultimately satisfy the hungry soul.

One day Thomas asked how he and the other disciples could know the way to the Father’s house. Jesus replied: “I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”

When I first read those words, I experienced an epiphany. The proverbial light went on in my mind and heart, and my spirit nearly flew to heaven with the revelation that light revealed.  It wasn’t a religion I should be looking for to satisfy my longing; it was a relationship with Jesus Christ. The only way to God the Father was by saying yes to Jesus Christ Who is the Way, the Truth, and the Life.

So, how do you step through the Door? In his letter to the Romans* who practiced polytheistic worship, Paul admonished: “If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For with the heart one believes unto righteousness, and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.”

Three centuries later, St. Augustine wrote: “Thou hast made us for Thyself, and our souls are restless until they find their rest in Thee.”

Amen and amen.

*Romans  10:9,10

Pam

What is the big whoop about Jesus? That’s what I used to ask myself. What do I need him for? Surely, I can love and worship God without bringing a third party into the picture. As it turns out, I was wrong. I found that if I sincerely wanted to have a vital, living relationship with God, then I needed to accept Christ in my heart.

In my opinion, trying to know God without Jesus is like trying to know the ocean from watching Jacques Cousteau documentaries. Don’t get me wrong. Cousteau made fascinating films. His documentaries show magnificent blue whales, the Great Barrier Reef, and freaky anglerfish. He explains the science behind the movement of the ocean currents and the effect of the moon on tides. All good stuff. But it all takes place inside your head. You are trying to understand something by using another person’s experience. You’re taking their word for it.

Accepting Jesus into your life is like being invited aboard the Calypso. Suddenly, you feel the wind in your hair and the slime of seaweed, smell the briny air and taste saltwater. You can see for yourself dolphins playing. Your relationship to the ocean is real and you’re connected.

When I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior my relationship with God became tangible.  Without Christ God is just an image, a concept, a good idea. With Jesus in my life I can receive and accept an infilling of the Holy Spirit. (Now there is a splash of cold water to the face of your spiritual life.) My feeble, thin prayers are no more. I approach the Throne of Grace with confidence.  With Jesus as my teacher and guide I can grow in Christ. He is the perfect role model.

I have to say that God did hear my earlier feeble, thin prayers. He answered them by bringing me to Jesus.

Romans 11:36 “For of him, and through him, and to him, are all things to whom be glory for ever. Amen.”

Paula

Since I was a small child and looked up into the night sky hand in hand with my father and brother to watch the Soviet Union’s Sputnik satellite race across the heavens, I have been fascinated with the stars and space exploration. It isn’t any surprise, then, that I made it a priority to view the December 21, 2010 winter solstice lunar eclipse. This one would be spectacular, reported the media, NASA, and Space.com. An event not to be missed, since the last full lunar eclipse to occur on the winter solstice had taken place in 1638 and would not occur again until 2094. An event of a lifetime.

I awoke at about 1:00 a.m. when the eclipse would reach its peak in my time zone. Bundling into a thick blanket and boots, I stepped outside into the cold, clear night, my backyard as hushed and tranquil as a domed cathedral. At first I couldn’t locate the moon. Strange, I thought. The moon should be.... And then I saw it: a rust-red orb directly to the right of the constellation Orion.  Oh, my. No wonder I hadn’t been able to locate it at first. The earth’s shadow had completely overtaken the face of the full moon. The shadow hid the moon’s usual radiance so that each constellation—Orion, Cassiopeia, The Big Dipper, The Pleiades, Gemini, Taurus and others—bloomed with magnified brilliance in the darkened sky. The heavens had never seemed so bright.

I’d done some research about the phenomenon of the moon’s red hue. Dr. Tony Phillips (Credit: Science@NASA*) said it best, so I quote him here:

“Imagine yourself standing on a dusty lunar plain looking up at the sky. Overhead hangs Earth, nightside down, completely hiding the sun behind it. The eclipse is underway. You might expect Earth seen in this way to be utterly dark, but it's not. The rim of the planet is on fire! As you scan your eye around Earth's circumference, you're seeing every sunrise and every sunset in the world, all of them, all at once. This incredible light beams into the heart of Earth's shadow, filling it with a coppery glow and transforming the Moon into a great red orb.”

This event was so awe inspiring, so magnificent, personal and spiritual, I felt as if God were putting on this show just for me and no one else. “You’re here, Lord,” I whispered to Him quietly. “Just you and me, though I know millions across North America and beyond are also seeing what I’m seeing.” And then the scripture came to mind: “For of him [Jesus] and through him, and to him, are all things to whom be glory for ever.”

 I stood a long time marveling at the splendor taking place in the heavens. Oh, the glory of it! The sun, earth, and moon had moved into perfect alignment so that the earth cast a vermilion shadow directly over the face of the moon. Just for Jesus. Just for me—the synchronized wheels of the cosmos spinning according to His perfect plan, and the tilting of the Earth at that exact moment when one season slides into the next. All these marvelous events taking place in time and space, exactly as they should.

When the earth moved and the eclipse diminished, I slipped back into my house and into bed, feeling closer to the Lord than I had in days. I understood in a new-found way that in the midst of my daily busy-ness, Jesus continues to hold my world together through His grace, love, and tender care. “I praise you, Lord,” I murmured just before falling asleep, “that you are always near, doing great and wondrous works—if we would but take the time to discover and acknowledge them. Your plan is a perfect plan, and I am humbled and thankful that You hold this amazing universe of ours in the palm of Your magnificent hand.”

* Phillips, Tony. “Solstice Lunar Eclipse.” NASA Science/Science News  17 Dec. 2010. http://science.nasa.gov/science-news/science-at-nasa/2010/17dec_solsticeeclipse/

Pam

 Several weeks ago I decided I needed another Bible. Other than a travel-size copy of The Message, all my Bibles are study/devotional Bibles, hefty tomes, each weighing just slightly less than the center of the sun. Not so handy to take to church.  Being the thrifty person I am, I thought I’d check out what Goodwill had to offer.  I popped in one Saturday afternoon and, sure enough, just what I wanted, a lightweight, paperback, NIV, and, except for one verse in Ephesians being highlighted in bright pink, in like-new condition.  All mine for $1.05 including tax.  Is this a great country or what?

As I was leaving Goodwill I marveled at the miracle of my dollar Bible. It might not be up there with seas parting and withered hands being made whole but a minor miracle nonetheless when one considers that 800 years ago no one who was middle class could afford a Bible even if they saved for a lifetime. The painstakingly copied, handwritten, works were just too expensive and accessible to just a few select persons.  Clearly, God had another plan. His Word should be readily available. So men were inspired, creativity put in motion, innovation and invention brought forth.  The result was the printing press, an invention that as Francis Bacon put it "changed the whole face and state of things throughout the world.”

In arrogance, humankind likes to think it was all their doing.  After all, don’t we call such inventions manmade? Ha, as if. God created everything that has ever been created.  He made humans and infused us with His breath. Our bodies are made up of 100 trillion cells working together in unity, harmony and cooperation. (Obviously, this is God’s orchestration since these are not attributes uninspired man excels in).  It is God’s influence that sees to it we can breathe air and manufacture enough energy from our breakfast of Cheerios to walk outside and pick up the paper.  He gifted us with imagination, creativity, and the power of reasoning. It is His doing that we have language, math and the tiniest glimmer of the understanding of physics.  Our talents are a faint reflection of God’s own creativity. 

Without God’s influence pulling it all together, everything would just be countless random elements floating around in a chaotic cloud of dust.  But instead we have limitless stars and planets orbiting each other in perfect harmony.  We have a breathtakingly beautiful planet made up of majestic mountains, endless seas, sparkling brooks, vast forests and every evening for our viewing pleasure, a splendid sunset.  God so loves us, that it is all for us to enjoy, believers and nonbelievers alike. Mat. 5:45 “that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.” And He so loves us that He saw to it that Bibles could be made inexpensively and easily available for many people.

As I thumb through my Goodwill Bible I give thanks and praise to the One who makes it all possible. Who else to surrender your life to but the One who made it all and is sovereign over all?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Printing_press