Life Requires a Big Shield, Enormous Glory, and A Great Advocate

I would venture to say that most of us spend a lot of energy and resources to protect ourselves, build lives marked by significance, and establish a sense of wholeness that is approved by us and, to some extent, others.

Recently, as I read Psalm 3:3, God drove deep into my soul the conviction that it is Him who can offer me protection, significance, and redemption in a way that no one else can. Not even me on my best day!

“But you, O Lord are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head”.

It is in the midst of vulnerable times when King David declared these truths about God. David was fleeing from his own son, Absalom, in order to preserve his life. Talk about being tempted to find protection? Significance? Or to stand tall? Truth be told, our lives are not far from King David’s.

How many times do we employ any means to protect ourselves from pain or dangers? From criticism or rejection? From disapproval or failures? 

How many times do we employ any means to find our own significance in life? In an effort to find that significance, we seek to build our own glory, our own reputation, our own sense of importance. 

And, how many times do we employ any means to vindicate ourselves, to defend ourselves, to prop ourselves up so that we come out with our chins up and high? 

Here is what the Psalm confronts us with:

God offers to be our shield—to protect us from things that come from the outside and the inside. Not all the things that threaten our wholeness come from outside, some reside within us.

God offers to be our glory—He invites us into a larger, glorious story, and a glorious person who defines reality in ways that our finite minds can’t perfectly imagine or comprehend. From eternity to eternity God has willed things that are for our good and for His good fame.

God offers to lift our head up—He redeems. He justifies. He vindicates. He defends. He provides the resources to transform us into the image of His Son Jesus. He began a good work in us and He promises to bring it to completion.

What most of you may not know is that these truths about God are really anchors for someone like me—someone who has struggled with fear of man which has left me limping with a tendency to please others. Thanks be to God who is slowly freeing me from the grip of these. I also thank Jesus, His Son, who is so committed to be my constant and gracious advocate.

Is God the person to whom you look for protection, significance, and redemption?

— Diego Cuartas

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Anxious?

Philippians 4:6-7

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.  

Back in the summer, I was laid off. I and others have been praying about employment. This past week, I had an interview, was given a job offer and I accepted it. Great news, answered prayer, but over the weekend I was a little nervous about the first day, even a bit worried. Yesterday morning was my first day. As I got up yesterday to get ready, I sat and read my devotions. And this is how God usually works things with me. My devotion was titled "Be anxious for nothing". As soon as I opened the email, I just had to chuckle. It was too perfect of a fit, the way the devotion went. It was about Philippians 4:6-7. At work, the position was a perfect fit for me. At 10 o'clock the Manager handed me the first job. And as the day ended, I had nothing to worry about.

We have so many things going on around us, that are stirring our hearts: 

Wildfires
Hurricanes
Flooding
International Unrest
Riots
Protests
Businesses being forced to shut down
Covid-19 second wave
Election
Financial Instability


Undeniably, these are things that can grab our attention, and if we allow them to take our thoughts for a ride, they will. The Apostle Paul has an answer for us and it's tied to a promise. The first part of verse 6 is pretty stern and to the point. The second part is this way in the Passion Translation: "be saturated in prayer throughout each day." I really feel the emphasis in the phrase "be saturated" gets my attention better. The last part, then again in the Passion Translation: "offering your faith-filled requests before God with overflowing gratitude." "Be saturated in prayer" is what is jumping off the page at me. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.  Our promise.

Have a great day!

—Brian Rainey

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The Tree and the Elephant

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Have you enjoyed the past few events at church as much as I have?  

There were three: the College of Prayer, our Missions weekend, and the Oneness Marriage Course. Okay, that’s just a joke. The Marriage Course is another shameless plug for our class. But we do have two spots left, just sayin’…

But seriously, were you able to take advantage of the two really special events hosted here the past couple of weeks? I hope you have. It’s so good to be reminded of what’s vitally important in our walk with Jesus, to go back to the essentials of our faith. Prayer and missions are two of those.

You know I Iove stories. So did Jesus. They are so good for teaching profound truths in an engaging way, a way that will promote both learning and retention. They also inspire wonder. This true story I’d like to share did that for me. And it ties both our notable occasions together. See what you think. It is based on a book, Ian and the Gigantic Leafy Obstacle, by Sheila Miller.

Ian and the Gigantic Leafy Obstacle

By Sheila Miller

Ian wiped his brow, exasperated in the heat of the blistering afternoon.The huge tree looked like an enormous sleeping giant sprawled across the rocky mountain road. Ian gave the trunk one more useless shove and turned to the exhausted villagers. They all had been helping their new friend, a Scottish missionary, who had arrived at their village-at-the-end-of-the-road just two days earlier. He shook his head. No one had any idea how to push the tree off the roadway that hugged the steep mountain path, the only way in or out of the remote little town.

“Teacher, teacher,” one young man called. “You told us that God answers prayer. Why don’t you pray now? Ask God to move the tree.”

Everyone was silent, waiting to hear what Ian would say. He had come to Thailand and then up their mountain in his landrover to tell them about God. He’d brought a thing called a projector which had a light like a little moon shining in the dusky tropical night. And it made pictures. The pictures had been about a man called Jesus, the Son of God.

“He can forgive all our wrong things,” the missionary had told them, “and you won’t need to be afraid of evil spirits any more. Jesus can make life worthwhile. He can take us to His beautiful home in heaven when we die” And yes, he had said that his God could answer prayer.

Ian swallowed nervously as he looked around. Of course he believed God answered prayer, but—a tree? Could it really suddenly disappear as quickly as it had fallen over and blocked the mountain track?

And then he remembered something quite remarkable. It was a verse in the Bible and, strange to say, it was about a tree. Jesus had said, “If you have faith you could say to this tree, ‘Pull yourself up by the roots and plant yourself in the sea,’ and it would obey you.”

So Ian decided to trust God and pray. He had never seen a tree move in answer to prayer, but why not?  God can do anything

He bowed his head right in the middle of all the villagers. In the Thai language, Ian prayed, “Dear Father God, I’ve told these folk about you. Now I need to go down to the next village to tell the people there too. Please move the tree off the road so I can get through. Amen.”

Ian was almost afraid to open his eyes. Had the tree disappeared? No, it was still there as big, bulky, and leafy as ever, the road still completely blocked.

Before he knew what to say, a stranger rushed up to the group beside the fallen tree. The breathless man begged Ian not to go away. He pleaded with him to come to his village and show the films. His village? Where was that? Ian was confused. He had driven up the road to begin his teaching tour as far as anyone could go, to the village-at-the-end-of-the-road. He had planned to work his way down, stopping at every village on his way back home before monsoon rains made travel tricky if not impossible.

Ian had never heard of this man’s village but he agreed to go. What an adventure! There was no path at all, and Ian needed the landrover to provide a generator for the movie night, so they drove through rice paddies and fields. Villagers perched on top of the vehicle and ran alongside as they bounced and lurched over tiny bridges and shrubs. The last mile and a half (which took two hours) of the “road” was a stream filled with boulders that had to be rolled out of the way for them to get by. Finally, Ian reached the real village-at-the-end-of-the-road.

Meanwhile, in a logging village several miles down the mountain, old Mr. Boon was struggling through the jungle in search of Tusker, his favorite elephant. Tusker had disappeared earlier in the day and Mr. Boon feared the worst. His tracks led ahead in a straight line through the dense underbrush as though he were being led. He feared Tusker had been stolen. Compelled to get his elephant back and with night coming on in the dangerous jungle, Mr. Boon climbed a low tree, cradled in its branches, wearily ate his supper, and soon fell fast asleep.

In the morning, worried and wary, Mr. Boon resumed tracking Tusker on his unwavering flight through the jungle. He noticed where his elephant had stopped to eat and, when satisfied, had plodded on…still moving straight ahead. How strange! There were no other footprints that indicated a thief was pulling him along. All day Mr. Boon followed and then passed a second night in a tree away from the dangers of the jungle. He was exhausted and hungry in the morning, and his hope was fading.

Suddenly, up ahead, he caught sight of his saggy, baggy elephant. He happily rushed to greet Tusker just as Tusker started off once again. Apparently, his traveling days weren’t quite over. Mr. Boon was trailing behind, huffing and puffing.

Meanwhile, Ian had returned to the giant fallen tree in his now-muddy, scratched-up landrover. With no tools or equipment to use, nothing had been done at all about clearing the road during the two days Ian had been to the other village. He smiled at all his Thai friends who had followed him once more to the road block. “The people in the top village were so glad to see the movie and hear about Jesus,” he reported. “But here we are again.”

“Teacher,” called the young man who had spoken before. “There are no more villages, so you’d better pray again. Perhaps this time your God will move the tree.”

So prayed again in the Thai language so all could hear. “Thank you, God, for guiding me to that other village. But now I need to get home before the rainy season starts. You know we cannot move this tree so please, will you move it for us? Amen.”

The people breathlessly opened their eyes. The tree was still there. And yet another stranger.

This time it was a little old man with a crooked stick. No one in the village had ever seen him before. He pointed his stick at Ian and asked the villagers where the foreigner was from and where he was going. Ian answered for himself, surprising the stranger because he spoke his language. He told him he was from down the mountain and was trying to get home. The stranger pointed out the obvious. No one was going anywhere with the tree in the road. Everyone agreed.

The little old man then calmly shuffled across the path to the tree and poked it and prodded it with his stick again and again. “I’ll move the tree,” he said finally. He turned and mysteriously disappeared into the jungle. The villagers whispered to each other that they thought he was crazy.

Until they heard the rustling and crackling in the undergrowth.

Nearer the noises came, crunching, snapping, and the ground shaking a bit. Then, high above the fallen tree, the little old man came into view riding on the back of Tusker, his wrinkled gray elephant. Tusker felt around the tree with his tusks and found a spot where he heaved and shoved and pushed the giant tree off of the steep road far enough so Ian could edge the landrover around it.

The villagers were amazed. They praised Tusker and the little old man and hounded him with questions. Where had he come from? How had he arrived at just the time they needed him? As the new friends exchanged stories, they discovered that Mr. Boon had just caught up with Tusker after a grueling two day pursuit and had slipped the chains on his feet to lead him back to the logging camp. He heard voices and came through the jungle hoping to find some food and water for his return journey. That’s when he found Ian and the villagers praying. He told them Tusker had never run off like that before.

Ian was nearly bursting with astonishment and happiness as he listened to all the conversations. He had stood on that exact spot two days earlier and asked God to move the tree, and just two days ago, Tusker had strayed. God had begun answering his prayer the very moment Ian had prayed. What a good Father!

Ian jumped in his landrover and inched around the cleared road to wind his way down the mountain. Waving goodbye and shedding a few tears, he was stunned again as he recalled how God had orchestrated the events of the past days so beautifully. While they all had to wait for the elephant they didn’t know was about to come and be the answer to their prayers, God had sent him on to that other village, the one he didn’t even know existed, the real village-at-the-end-of-the-road. The obstacle in the track meant Ian could tell other people about Jesus. “God certainly can turn a difficulty into a launching pad for one of His special miracles,” Ian smiled.

And that is the beautiful truth.

But do you also see how this story combines prayer and missions? God’s kingdom advances as God’s people pray and God’s people obey. What an amazing plan! Even elephants obey Him!

And, yes, it’s God’s plan for you and me….not just for the paid professionals or the chosen few. We all have a person-at-the-end-of-our-roads….or blocks. Or pews. Or desks. Or counters. They need to know Jesus too, don’t you think? Won’t you go? Ian went to Thailand. Will you go across the street?

Do you have some obstacles that hinder you? He may not send Tusker, but God’s got you covered. Pray believing. Sometimes it’s gutsy. Sometimes there’s a delay. Sometimes it’s confusing. Pray anyway. Prayer changes things. Prayer changes people. Prayer changes you.

Thank you, pastors, for two important and thought-provoking weekends. May we as a local body of believers grow in our desire for, our understanding of, and our competence in prayer and missions.

May we manifest the Presence of Jesus in this very broken world.    

—Eileen Hill

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Resurrecting My Marriage

Breathtaking! Bold! Beautiful! Like nothing you’ve seen before!

Those are the words that Roger Ebert (of the Chicago Sun-Times) used to describe the Robin Williams movie What Dreams May Come. Similar words were used by my wife’s co-worker, in reference to this 1998 film, which got us intrigued enough to watch it.

The film was based on the novel of the same name by Richard Matheson, whose earlier work, I am Legend, was set for the screen in Charlton Heston’s The Omega Man (1971) and Will Smith’s I am Legend (2007). What Dreams May Come was written for the screen by Ronald Bass, who is known for the Dustin Hoffman-Tom Cruise film Rain Man, along with other relationship-driven films, such as My Best Friend’s Wedding and Sleeping with the Enemy.

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So what happens when the work of a man known for science fiction is interpreted by another known for relationship stories? You get the tale of a lost relationship hoping to be mended, with the mending set in a fantastical place—one masquerading as heaven, but is not. In this heaven, God is nowhere to be found and all who enter it can create their own lush and beautiful reality, as long as they can focus long enough on what they wish to create.

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Loosely based on portions of Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy (1472), What Dreams May Come was a disappointment. Its premise is an extension of New Age thinking, which says that you can make your own reality here on earth, and applies it to the afterlife. This wasn’t exactly what Dante, or God, had in mind.

What Dante did have in mind was the idea of a man going through hell (literally) in order to reunite with the love of his life. Beatrice is his motivation for traversing all of the circles of hell, purgatory, and paradise, so that he might once again be with she who had passed away before him.

What Dreams May Come, whose title was lifted from Hamlet’s “To be or not to be” soliloquy, contains faulty theology, but its core premise intrigued me. It reminded me of a question I’ve had since I met the love of my life: Could we get remarried in the resurrection?

An odd question, I know. It does seem to fly in the face of the catechism some of us once knew, which says, in part: “Man's chief end is to glorify God, and to enjoy him forever.”

An answer to my question (Could we get remarried?), in light of this, could go something like: “No, if you’re enjoying God forever, marriage will get in the way of that. Besides, Jesus said, ‘For when they rise from the dead, they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are like angels in heaven’ (Mark 12:25).”

This deserves a two-part answer.

I don’t know about marriage to another human being intruding upon a relationship with God then, in the next life, because the goal is to not permit that to happen in the here and now. If marriage to another person can be made to not intrude upon our relationship with God in this life, then why would it be intrusive in the next?

(I’ve once heard that this life is heaven practice, that this is where we learn priorities and behaviors that prepare us for the next life. I think that the Apostle Paul may agree with this notion, for, as Pastor Greg has recently reminded us, Paul had said that “godliness is of value in every way, as it holds promise for the present life and also for the life to come” (I Timothy 4:8).)

Whether it’s here and now or then and there, the idea is to maintain priorities: God first and all others second. As I told my wife, when I first introduced myself, “I want to be a part of your life knowing that I’m in second place, right behind God; and I want to know that you’re comfortable knowing you’re in second place—right after God.” With these priorities, I don’t believe that time and place play any part in the equation.

But what of what Jesus said about marriage in the next life? As Hamlet would say, “Ay, there’s the rub!”

From the looks of things—like the English Standard Version, quoted above—Jesus appears to have said that marriage isn’t part of the resurrection. But, as with the film I discussed above, looks can be deceiving. The actual meaning lies beneath the surface.

The context of the statement was Jesus’ response to an effort at entrapment by the Sadducees—those who don’t believe in the resurrection, so they’re sad, you see. 😉  Their attempt and his answer is found in Mark 12:18-27.

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The passage begins by saying the Sadducees are agnostic regarding the resurrection; yet they asked him about it, anyway, to try and disprove the concept. Their attempt refers to the Levitical law that says if a man should die without a child, his brother should marry the widow, in order to preserve the family line and name.

The Sadducees proposed a ridiculous hypothetical; they suggested that this practice had occurred with seven brothers, none of whom could raise up a son. They further suggested that Jesus, because he hadn’t answered the question of to whom the woman would belong in the resurrection, he then couldn’t explain the resurrection, either, since he couldn’t sort out this family-lineage scenario to their satisfaction.

In the midst of his rebuttal to their hypothetical, Jesus said, “When they rise from the dead, they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are like angels in heaven” (Mark 12:25). Or did he?

Well, that’s how the English Standard Version translates the Greek. But that may be an imperfect translation.

A possibly better translation, given the context of the passage, has to do with how women were being viewed, especially by the Sadducees: as possessions, as a means to an end, as a way to create sons who would maintain the lineage of the man.

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Jesus says that the resurrection eliminates this selfish view of women as possessions. The ancient Syriac Peshitta version of the Bible translates the above verse from Mark this way: “They do not take wives, nor are wives given to husbands.” That is, they’re not taken by men, nor are they given to other men as possessions. Rather, in the resurrection, we all belong to God.

If we all belong to God, we would then belong to each other as we willingly give ourselves one to another—in much the same way that New Testament marriage calls for us to willingly belong to and submit to one to another (Ephesians 5:21), out of love for one another and out of reverence to God.

With this in mind, the sense that I get of what Jesus told the Sadducees is that the Old Testament view of marriage—found in Deuteronomy 25:5–10, where women are the possessions of men, for the sake of the family name and little else—will be done away with in the resurrection.

It’s not that marriage will be done away with, altogether. Meaning, there may be marriage in the resurrection, after all, and it may actually look like the sort of New Testament marriage that my wife and I currently enjoy and look to get better at, as the days go by.

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This is not a theological certainty. Or even a theological assertion. It’s just the hope of my heart, based on what I believe Jesus has said on the subject, as he addressed an actual theological certainty.

In watching the theologically faulty What Dreams May Come, I had to take a closer look at marriage and how it might look in the resurrection, in the life after this—for heaven is but a momentary stopover, on the way to the resurrection, where God has for us new bodies, and a new heaven and a new earth (Revelation 21:1). With that closer look, I now have hope, as a late-middle-age man, that I may indeed be able to once again marry my wife, if I can somehow see her in the resurrection to come.

My body is faulty. I’m dealing with what may one day be a difficult end-of-life scenario, in a battle with rheumatoid arthritis. As I fight the good fight, I’m thankful that I’m not fighting it alone. God is with me, by his spirit, and he has sent me an ally, a partner, one whom I can now hardly imagine life without.

She is the love that I had never known until Our Father had introduced us. God brought her four thousand miles from home to eventually meet me in Vineland, New Jersey. I wonder how far I might have to travel to meet her, once again, when I have finally, as Hamlet had said, “shuffled off this mortal coil.”

—Kevin Hutchins

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Keeping the Gospel Message Fresh in our Soul

I remember a philosophy professor told our class about the need to recalibrate underground missiles every so often during the course of a day due to the movement of the earth and the catastrophic consequences that would take place if the wrong target would be hit by one of these. For those of you wondering, this was an ex-military now professor. Like the missiles, my professor noted, our souls need to be recalibrated so often because our tendency is to get off track easily and quickly.

Though our hearts may have been anchored in the Gospel at some point in our lives, the reality is that we need Jesus to rescue us every day. Though saved, we are still dealing with the presence of sin and a heart that easily makes an idol out of anything that shines or promises life to us.

Where can you go to recalibrate often your soul? Where can you go to remind your soul of the precious Gospel message? These days I would recommend Titus 2:14:

"[Jesus] who gave himself for us to redeem us from all lawlessness and to purify for himself a people for his own possession who are zealous for good works."

One verse packed with the truth you need to remind yourself of who saved you and what is the extend of His redemption.

  1. Who saved you? Jesus "gave himself for us". He took the initiative to become human so as to enter our world and from that place offer a sacrifice that would satisfy the demands of His Father. In a profound way, Jesus did whatever it took to reconcile human beings with God and give them a chance to participate in his glory--a larger narrative beyond our wildest dreams!

  2. What is the extent of his redemption? Jesus came explicitly to...

  • Redeem us from lawlessness (He came to address our idolatrous hearts)

  • Purify us for Himself (He came to change our condition)

  • To make us His own possession (He came to change our identity; not orphans any longer but His treasured possession)

  • That we may be zealous for good works (He came to change our purpose; we can now be carriers of His presence in the daily and mundane moments)

I hope you find this passage helpful. Recalibrating our hearts can begin with a few simple questions that can take us back to the Gospel in Titus 2:14:

  • What place does Jesus have in my life right now?

  • What is my heart treasuring today?

  • How am I addressing sin in my life?

  • Who do I believe I am? And who is telling me that?

  • What do I believe is my purpose?

May God refresh your Gospel-thirsty soul as you recalibrate your heart. Caution: failing to do so often will have catastrophic consequences.

—Diego Cuartas

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House Hunting

When I got my Real Estate license in New Jersey, I must admit that my primary drive was that I LOVE to look at other people’s houses! But through all twelve times we moved state to state, I never got to look at or choose the next house we were going to buy and move into. My husband did it, every time! I had a houseful of children, and while he went ahead to his new job or promotion, I stayed behind to get our old house sold and our children’s schooling arranged and did all those other things that needed attention. He sent lots of pictures and did lots of description, but he was the one in the new state, and he did the house hunting. It wasn’t easy; one of the later moves included two horses! As it turned out, I loved every home he picked out!

But you know what? Every one of us who loves Jesus is going to have that experience, too. Here’s what He said about that final move we will all be taking:

“Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me. There is more than enough room in my Father’s home. If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am.” John 14:1-3

Won’t that be wonderful? We won’t have to pack anything; we already have our tickets, and our passport will be stamped. And I think we will absolutely love the neighborhood!

—Norma Stockton

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"Pause, and Calmly Think of That"

As you look back on the summer of 2020, and as you move into the fall of 2020, I don’t know what this season has been like for you. I’ve seen so many memes floating around, joking about the year 2020 and all the things that have seemingly blindsided us with its entrance. For me, while there have been genuinely precious moments, there have also been long stretches of inner turmoil. One thing that has genuinely comforted me throughout the stretches of turmoil has been lingering with the Psalms. I’d like to share Psalm 3 with you, and how it has helped to bring a settling calm in moments when I don’t feel a lot of calm.

Psalm 3 (Amplified Version)

Lord, how they are increased who trouble me! Many are they who rise up against me.

Many are saying of me, There is no help for him in God. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!

But You, O Lord, are a shield for me, my glory, and the lifter of my head.

With my voice I cry to the Lord, and He hears and answers me out of His holy hill. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!

I lay down and slept; I wakened again, for the Lord sustains me.

I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me round about.

Arise, O Lord; save me, O my God! For You have struck all my enemies on the cheek; You have broken the teeth of the ungodly.

Salvation belongs to the Lord; May Your blessing be upon Your people. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!

Oh my. Right away I can relate. I have definitely felt in my own mind that ‘many have increased who trouble me,’ or ‘many rise up against me.’ Have you ever felt that? I would assume that David was probably talking about physical enemies, but often the enemies that rise up against me are thought patterns, arguments, lofty opinions that attempt to boss me around with fear, anxiety, and intimidation.

And I have surely felt the accusation when my mind is swirling, and I’m overwhelmed by the confusion of circumstances, and all of the sudden, I’m not so sure who I am anymore, and if maybe I have completely ruined my life, that ‘there is no help [for me] in God.’

Whether I feel disqualified by fearfully considering myself not good enough, or concluding that my sin has made it so that there will not be a place of help for me in God, or thinking that my only hope will be in something other than God…I have heard that suggestive accusation loud and clear. I love the way the Amplified version translates ‘Selah’: ‘pause and think calmly of that!’ That’s part of the reason why I’d say that this psalm has brought a deep calm and comfort to me in times of inner turmoil, because of the invitation within the sequence: “Pause and think calmly of the suggestions I’m hearing that there is no help for me in God. Acknowledge them. Acknowledge that I hear them. Bring them before God. Get them out in the light.”

As I acknowledge that I hear suggestions that there won’t be help for me in God, the next invitation is to actually move in direct opposition to those suggestions: in the face of enemies rising up, accusations, many scary things, You, Oh Lord, ARE a shield for me. You ARE a help. You shield me from these very enemies. Adam Clarke commentary says, “As a shield covers and defends the body from the strokes of an adversary, so wilt thou cover and defend me from them that rise up against me.” And, further, the Lord is the lifter of my head: “Thou wilt restore me to the state from which my enemies have cast me down. This is the meaning of the phrase; and this he speaks prophetically. He was satisfied that the deliverance would take place, hence his confidence in prayer; so that we find him, with comparative unconcern, laying himself down in his bed, expecting the sure protection of the Almighty” (again, from Adam Clarke commentary). In the face of enemies, inner turmoil, and accusations that I won’t find help in God, I can speak with confidence and into my future that God is the lifter of my head. He is my shield, and He sees my current state, and He will, in fact, lift my head. I can rest securely in Him. Not in what I will do, but in what He will do, for He truly is help for me.

Next, there is the invitation to use my own voice to cry to the Lord. He hears. The invitation comes again to pause and think calmly on how the Lord promises that He hears. When I’m in distress, I don’t naturally rest that the Lord hears me. I tend to feel more restless and fidgety.

Next comes this bold and courageous faith-filled action step of the author, the outcome of choosing to not listen to the accusations of the enemies, but choosing to remember God and His help: IN THE FACE OF ALL THOSE ENEMIES, he lies down and sleeps. And he says clearly that the reason he wakes up safely is because THE LORD sustains him. Phew. That is so beautiful to me. Again, from Adam Clarke: “He who knows that he has God for his Protector may go quietly and confidently to his bed, not fearing the violence of the fire, the edge of the sword, the designs of wicked men, nor the influence of malevolent spirits. “I awakened”- God, my shield, protected me. I both slept and awaked; and my life is still whole in me.”

Then the author sets his intention after this bold, faith-filled sleep: “I will not be afraid of ten thousands.” Why? Because there is help, for him, in God. And he asks the Lord to rise up violently against the enemies that are suggesting otherwise to him: “Arise, oh Lord…You have struck all my enemies on the cheek.”

And finally, “Salvation belongs to the Lord.” Salvation doesn’t come from anywhere else: it doesn’t come from my ability to figure things out or to fix my life or to avoid enemies. Salvation comes from the Lord. And I deeply need it. This whole psalm is an invitation to believe that salvation is available to me through the Lord’s deep care and concern for me, through His character, not through any rescue I can muster up within myself. Salvation came through the Lord and continues to come through Him.

So I don’t know if taking time with this psalm brings you comfort as well, but for me, it’s just so good to remind myself of the peace that is available to me in the Lord, in the face of stretches of inner turmoil. As I share it with you, my hope is that in choosing to ‘Pause, and calmly think’ on God’s words, you and I will both be more firmly rooted in what is truly solid.

—Sarah Howard

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*Please be advised that this blog represents the views, opinions and beliefs of the writer and does not necessarily reflect those of our church leadership or denominational affiliation.

A Redeemed Microwave

Psalm 19:14

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer.

The other night our family was getting ready to go to a family birthday dinner, and as my wife went to heat something up in the microwave, it would not do its microwave thing when the start button was pushed. Nope, nothing. It wasn’t the breaker because the clock worked, over the stove light worked, but nothing else. At that moment, I silently declared it’s now just an elaborate cupboard with a clock and light. Hmmm, what’s the first thing I think of? “Oooooo, that’s gonna be ‘spensive.” Well, we went to dinner and had a great time and did not think about the microwave even once.

Then we came home, and to me that microwave clock is the brightest thing in the kitchen. I pulled out a stool, my son Matthew and I got the mount bolts out and took the microwave downstairs to the workbench. We disassembled it with surgical precision. Cover off, front panel off and undid some of the wiring so we could test things. The most incredible thing happened. Matt was looking for what switches did what, and he pointed to the internal part of the control panel, “There’s a folded-up piece of paper.” He pulled it out, and it was a wiring diagram with all the circuit flow diagrams, component lists and troubleshooting flowchart. Wow, that is cool. Manufacturers used to do that for the repairmen. We spread the diagram out all over the bench, and we were both following the electrical flow and started testing things. “Voila!”, bad door switch. He shorted across it and plugged it back in, and the microwave did its microwave thing and heated up a bottle of water. We’re there! I took the switch upstairs to the computer and found a place where I could buy one for $4.08 with free shipping. While I was waiting on the switch to arrive, I did get to clean out the internals of the microwave. It was really dirty after 10 years of use. Since it was open, I took an old toothbrush and scrubbed everywhere that had yuck.

Two days later the switch showed up, and an hour later the microwave was being used to heat up lunch.

I am so thankful to God that my sons and I are “take ‘er apart and fix ‘er people.” I am also thankful that it only cost $4.08, but most of all I am thankful that I got to spend time with my son figuring out what was broken. I got to see his troubleshooting skills and see firsthand how he uses the necessary tools to get to the answers to find a solution.

I am reminded about what Jesus did in my life to redeem me from my life of destruction. I remember when He started to make changes in my life. I was at a place of, “Lord, do what you have to do; I’m a mess,” and He did. He moved me out of the life I was in (self-centered) and planted me in Church. I started reading the Bible, having devotions every morning, and He brought me alongside Godly friends and got me involved in discipleship. As I look back, I notice that He was drilling into the deeper areas of my life to pull out the bad switch. Hah… ok switches. And the changes started to take place.

I’m realizing that I’m not always right. Remember “Ooooo, that’s gonna be ‘spensive”? Nope. $4.08 and a bit of my time. Done.

In the past I have always viewed “broken” as a bad thing and “fixing” whatever, as the “conquering the problem” or even “victory.” What has changed is that when I see something broken now, I start to look for the blessing that usually comes with it. Sharing, fellowship, conversations that would not have taken place without it. How is God going to use this? For instance, if something on my vehicle breaks, I know my brother (the auto mechanic) might need to talk with me about something. And that is usually the case.

In the past I have not been so thankful for what God has provided in my life, but that is changing. I am seeing that there are a lot of things in my life that I do not really deserve. Through God’s grace they are provided, and I’m thankful for them. But I also see them for what they really are: provisions and not the work of my hands.

As I stated, I did get to thoroughly clean the microwave while it was on the bench. Cleaned the dust from the fans and the internal ductwork, the underside of the door (ugh). I could get to places that I could not when it was over the stove. Didn’t Jesus wash me white as snow? You could say that I’m not a fire hazard to my surroundings anymore. Neither is the microwave.

Currently the microwave is operating perfectly. It is clean and looks great. It has been redeemed (from broken to repaired), and I can see the results in my kitchen.

Currently I feel I’m right where He wants me. In the journey of sanctification. I have been redeemed (from destruction to life), and I can see results in my heart.

What evidence is there that the Holy Spirit is digging into deep areas in your life?
What are the areas where the Holy Spirit is working on your life in your journey of sanctification?
What results do you see in your life, comparing where you were to where you are now?
I encourage you to discuss these with God.

Have a great day!

—Brian Rainey

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*Please be advised that this blog represents the views, opinions and beliefs of the writer and does not necessarily reflect those of our church leadership or denominational affiliation.

Sitting Close

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I admit it.

Once in a while, I love to check up on Facebook…especially when Kenny is watching baseball or golf while we relax in our chairs after dinner.

Browsing my feed the other evening, annoyed once again with the Phillies and their pitiful bullpen, a post from a sweet, young friend caught my eye. See what you think.

Wanted to share a little of what's been on my mind as I was taking a walk and praying this morning. I remember my pastor giving, a while ago, an analogy of a husband and wife who had a truck with a bench seat. In the beginning of their marriage, the husband and wife were cuddled up next to each other each day as the husband drove. Through the years, they got farther apart until, eventually, the wife was sitting all the way by the passenger side door.

One day she said, “I miss the days when we were so in love that we were inseparable and cuddled close." The husband replied, "I never moved."

My pastor went on to say how much this is like our relationship with God. God never moves but with disappointments, prayers not being answered the way we want, our lives not going the way we planned, people hurting us, injustice in our country, etc., we pull a little farther away from God—just like this wife did.

 I was convicted this morning because I asked God for something and it didn't go my way so I felt like a little child that scoots away from her dad because He said no and it can start rocking our faith. But God never changes, He never fails, He remains steady and we need to pray and repent and scoot back next to Him in the driver’s seat.

 Praying this can be an encouragement to someone today

“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Romans 8:35, 38-39 ESV

Thanks, Amy. Well said. I have a few observations.

1.    I love that Amy was walking and praying. What a win/win on so many levels. What a perfect way to begin a day. And notice, when she made space for the Father, He clearly spoke to her, His beautiful, listening daughter.

2.    God brought to mind a sermon she heard earlier. She puts herself in places where she hears Truth and that allows her to be reminded of what she needs during the messy or confusing situations of life that arise later on. She is already equipped for help and encouragement. Good plan.

3.    I know her post isn’t primarily focused on that marriage story, but because I care so much about marriage, I think it would be a worthwhile exercise for couples to consider why a wife might be hugging the passenger door. Or a husband. Or both. Seatbelt laws? Personal hygiene? Bucket seats? Or something more? I know it is just a simple, hypothetical narrative, but I think a lot of us, if we were honest, can relate to it. So would you as least have a conversation about it? Would you discuss the distance that exists between you and your sweetie? Is there one? If so, why? What is in that space that is pushing you apart? There are a LOT of possibilities in this demanding, me-first, busy world we live in. Kids, in-laws, jobs, hobbies, finances, friends, sports, disappointments, unconfessed habits…you name it. Discuss how you, with God’s help and His grace, can rid your relationship of whatever keeps you from the good old days of snuggling together on the seat. Won’t you try? And here is a shameless plug: we have a Marriage Course and a Marriage Retreat coming up. Stay tuned for the information and join us!

4.    God doesn’t move. But, oh, what restless, careless drifters we all are! Sometimes I think we will grab onto any excuse in the world to rebelliously pull away and go after other loves that cry out for our affections. Other times, the move away is so subtle and slow and unintentional, we are shocked to awaken one day and see how far we are from Him. Either way, whatever has filled the space between us—false saviors or deceitful loves, real and painful realities, foolishness and sin, laziness and busyness, hurts and unresolved conflicts, selfishness and lack of faith or knowledge—we find ourselves wandering, confused and alone, in the cold and the dark, out of fellowship with our Father…and His people. How we need to guard our hearts and our steps! How we need to stay close to Him! How we need His love! He never moves and He promises nothing can ever separate us from Him.

5.    Scripture informed and substantiated her conclusions and thoughts. What a treasure we have in God’s Word. How much we need to know it.

So I loved Amy’s post for a lot of reasons. I’ve watched her grow up from birth into a wise and sweet woman who loves God, and that is a particular joy. I loved that she talks to God and listens for His voice…and learns. I loved that she reminded me of the blessings of faithfully being in God’s house, a practice instilled in me as a child by my godly parents. I loved her value of God’s Word. I loved thinking about how Kenny and I still enjoy snuggling together in the pick-up truck after fifty years of marriage (September 5!) and am humbly grateful to our Father for that. We have learned (well, mostly!) to toss those things that constantly try to push us apart out the window of the cab.

But I think I mostly loved the post because I needed it. This quarantine business has been a BIG and sneaky disruption and distraction that I didn’t pay attention to. The church, quite literally, has been scattered to our homes. We’ve moved. And I have become very comfortable watching the morning worship service in my nightgown, sipping my coffee, snuggled under my blanket. I take my notes, Bible open in my lap. It’s been good. I am close to God. But I am not at all close to His body.

Now I am not even hinting that God is only in our church building and we have left Him if we continue to stay home and don’t show up on Sunday mornings. He is there and He is everywhere…even in my cozy basement at 9 AM. But I am saying that the body of Christ used to be in our church building every Sunday and we hugged and chatted and laughed and cried and connected and worshipped and sang and cared and prayed and studied and built relationships.  We had the opportunity to sit close. But that body is not in my house, sitting on my couch in front of my TV Sunday morning, and I miss it; I miss them.

And isn’t that what Amy’s post is all about? You can’t have a loving, lasting, meaningful relationship with ANYONE, a spouse, a child, a friend, or even your Heavenly Father, if you are holding yourself back, pulling yourself away, allowing anything or anyone to fill in the few inches or the gaping chasm you or someone or something has created, intentionally or not, between you. Paul Tripp says, “We are relational beings who have been called to lifelong community with God and others.” It’s difficult to love others sacrificially, to be in community, and to be a tool of God’s work and grace in other’s hearts and lives when we are miles apart. Nor can my brothers and sisters be that for me. How I need it!

As Pastor Diego reinforced on Sunday morning, some of us have very significant health/age/job issues and other pressing reasons for continuing to stay apart. We need to respect and support each other in that. For me, though, while I remain very careful in protecting my vulnerable in-laws who live with us, I think it had become just easier and more comfortable—almost like a new habit—to stay home and view church on my TV. But I don’t want my desire for ease and personal comfort to keep me from building or maintaining my dear relationships with my brothers and sisters at LFA. I know you don’t either.

I guess I’m humbly and kindly suggesting that maybe it’s time to carefully evaluate exactly what is keeping us apart and decide if it is a legitimate reason. Or is it something we should toss out the passenger side window?

It’s time for us to sit close.

We need each other…now maybe more than ever. 

—Eileen Hill

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*Please be advised that this blog represents the views, opinions and beliefs of the writer and does not necessarily reflect those of our church leadership or denominational affiliation.


The Greatest Christian Film Ever?

When we think of Christian films, a few may come to mind. There are classics, like The Greatest Story Ever Told, The Robe, and Ben Hur. More recently, there are Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ or Mary Magdelene, which I had discussed a few months ago. Another is the film Forgiven, with Kevin Sorbo, broadcast on Showtime, just today.

What if I told you, to misquote The Matrix’s Morpheus, that the greatest Christian film ever made might not be one of the above films? It may not even be a Christian film at all. Not intentionally, anyway.

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I appreciate the video essays found on the YouTube channel Logos Made Flesh. This channel is named after the first phrase in the first sentence of John 1:14: The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us.

Logos Made Flesh belongs to Matthew Scott Miller. He seeks to expound on symbolism and explore the hidden meanings baked into films. When he considered the film Ex Machina, he invited people to watch his videos by using the term “Hidden meaning”—which is to say, not private meaning, but the symbols and codes hidden but to those holding the key. (Films I like to decode, myself, are those of Stanley Kubrick.)

Miller’s approach is important for believers in the New Testament. There, truths about God, the universe, ourselves, and each other, are plainly discussed—while, in the Old Testament, these same truths are still there, yet concealed. What is concealed in the one testament is revealed in the other and vice versa.

As Miller considers The Shawshank Redemption, he asks:

Can a film which is rated R, for a host of obscenities, produced by a cast and crew of non-believers and which paints the only Christian as an evil hypocrite, be the greatest Christian movie ever made?

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Over 2.2 million voters on the Internet Movie Database (IMDB.com) have made The Shawshank Redemption the #1 ranked film of all time. Miller says that while, “People are drawn to this film for its message of hope and enduring friendship,” few grasp its true meaning. What surpasses the themes of hope and friendship is how they come together in “a Christian act of redemption.”

Unlike most prison films, this movie seems to not concern itself with escape; instead, it focuses on life on the inside. No one who saw the film for the first time saw Andy Dufresne’s deliverance coming. There was no lead up or execution of a plan. Andy just disappeared.

We’re conditioned by the film to anticipate something other than an escape. As Miller says, “Contrary to every expectation, the prisoners fear release. While they hate the walls of the prison, they’re not seeking to escape from it, either.” Red (Morgan Freeman) put it this way: These walls are funny. First you hate ‘em; enough time passes, you get so you depend on ‘em.

For the prisoners of Shawshank, Brooks embodies this principal problem. For Brooks, says Miller, “freedom is [but] an exile to a world he doesn’t belong. So when he ultimately finds himself in that exile, empty and alone, he sees no other option but to hang himself.”

While this problem is seen in most of the prisoners, Andy is the exception; he is not a dependent. He doesn’t rely upon Shawshank’s walls for life and hope.

Andy, according to Miller, “subverts the prison’s dehumanizing system of rules and regulations, extending to his fellow prisons rare and extraordinary reminders of the outside world—cold beer after a hot day’s work, angelic music over the prison’s speaker’s, new books to educate men.”

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In this setting, when proof of his innocence had vanished, Andy seemed to also succumb to the institutional pessimism of his fellow prisoners. But then the unexpected occurred.

For a moment, we were led to believe that Andy was dead. By all appearances, he was about to hang himself, as Brooks had done. Then, at the morning cell check, a guard exclaimed something one might hear at the realization of a resurrection: “Oh my holy God!”— a close paraphrase of what Thomas had said, when he confirmed that Jesus had risen from the dead (“My Lord and my God!,” he said).

We then learn that Andy is not dead. Instead of finding him expired in his tomb—I mean, in his cell—we find that Andy has actually escaped and is alive. Miller says about this event: “The film infuses Andy’s escape with the symbolism of new birth. It proceeds through a woman’s womb [the poster of Raquel Welch], and ends with him slipping head-first from the other end.”

This symbolism fits into what we had seen earlier in the film: prisoners entering Shawshank like newborns—naked and coated in white. With Andy, his escape signifies a born-again experience, as he becomes a new man, with a new identity and new wealth: what had been set aside for the corrupt warden.

While Andy’s escape is an echo of Jesus’ resurrection, The Shawshank Redemption goes a step further. It shows us why it matters.

What is meant by the redemption at Shawshank? Miller says the meaning is seen in Andy’s friend Red. It’s witnessed in Red’s ability to let go of his care of being a free man or not, in relation to the walls around him, because he had become free on the inside.

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With Andy on the outside, Red suddenly “no longer cares whether he remains [within Shawshank] or goes, whether he lives or dies; the world outside no longer concerns him. Because Andy lives, he can face what the future holds.”

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A character in a movie is given new hope, because his friend, thought to be dead, had apparently been resurrected. Yet, Andy and Red are but characters in a film, whereas you and I are indeed real and our Savior—more real than the atoms in my fingers—is a resurrected friend of ours. Jesus is more of a friend to us than Andy was to Red, because he laid His life down for his friends.

Our friend Jesus entered the earthly prison we’re now in, joined us for a time, and died alongside other prisoners—but for a short time. He rose again to live again—for a very, very long time—and to give us New Hope. As the song says:

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, all fear is gone.
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living, just because He lives.

—Kevin Hutchins

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*Please be advised that this blog represents the views, opinions and beliefs of the writer and does not necessarily reflect those of our church leadership or denominational affiliation.

Is God Comfortable In Your House?

Great question, right? I would let Patty lead you to reflect on this question. I’ve had the opportunity to meet Patty Zuñiga in person through the College of Prayer ministry. Patty has developed a curriculum and training track for families desiring to establish an environment of prayer and worship in their homes. I wanted to share a brief blog Patty wrote as a way of helping promote the H.O.P.E. (houses of prayer everywhere) initiative the College of Prayer has recently launched. Is God Comfortable In Your House? To read more click here. And while your’e at it, feel free to browse other resources available at this webpage.

—Diego Cuartas

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If a Sparrow Falls...

I know I can’t be the only one. There have to be others who feel like me. Because all of us to one degree or another have been living through the same mess, day after day after week after month. And sometimes it seems like it will never end.

Since I am 89 years young, and check every box in the list of who’s most vulnerable, my daughter with whom I live, and who also is a hospital nurse, sent me out to Ohio to my son, to guard against the possibility of my accidentally picking up the virus from her. That was February. I came home the end of May, blessedly healthy.

I love my son dearly, but I also love my life. And I really don’t have much of it any more. And I know, I know, I shouldn’t complain. But I’ve so much missed my life. And so have lots of you. And that’s why I sometimes feel the way I feel.

But you know what? The wonderful other side of this coin is the way all this has drawn me closer and closer to God.

That is because there are things that I know.

I know that God knows each one of us intimately!

I know that God loves us beyond measure.

I know that God is completely and forever in charge of this world.

Lots of folks think that God is usually busy somewhere else and really doesn’t spend much time watching us.

WRONG.

God knows how many hairs are on your head and knows when one falls out! God knows when a single bird falls from the sky! Nothing occurs anywhere without God’s permission. And for us who love Him, everything that happens is for our eventual good. EVERYTHING.

So I realize that this life that I have loved and am living, even with all the changes, is God’s will for me right now. When I am called to remember this, I feel such a deep peace.  I am not a worrier. I just don’t worry. Because I know, without any doubt, that God is running everything. Everything. He is just. He hates sin. He is the one who raises up rulers, and replaces them with others. When we are not satisfied with God’s timing, we need to remember that God does not live in time! What does this mean? I don’t know. But if He sees each sparrow that falls, how can we doubt that He is completely aware of each moment of our lives, and loves us, and wants for us only that which will bring us closer to Him?

So I need to get over my bad self, and remember who God is, and who I am.

Thank you, my precious Savior, for loving me even when I didn’t love You. I love You now. I will love You always.

—Norma Stockton

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*Please be advised that this blog represents the views, opinions and beliefs of the writer and does not necessarily reflect those of our church leadership or denominational affiliation.

Lord, What Do I Do With My Jar?

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.

2 Corinthians 4:7 (NiV)

I would challenge you to study this a little deeper, Paul points out that a jar of clay or an earthen vessel is fragile, breaks and can be made from common soils of the earth and to think of our life as a jar of clay.

I would like to take you on a fictional journey about a non-fictional truth.

Picture a group of people standing in a dark cave, each sporting their vase for others to see. They try to be proud of what they have. They compare it to others’ vases and maybe even talk about their battle scars with others. “Yeah, this is where I was trying to help someone and crash, my life came apart.” “This crack here… you don’t want to know.” But without Christ, the conversations between everyone there usually go to something like how the vase looks, its purpose, maybe even self-preservation. Someone says, “My vase is for holding water, so that’s what I’m gonna do with my vase.” And they go get water and put it in the vase, and the water seeps through the cracks of that vase. A mess follows. The ground around the vase is wet and muddy now. The result of what the vase can’t do is frustrating, so the person tries to fix their vase. They take mud and pack it in the cracks, but it won’t work. Now it’s just an uglier vase surrounded by a bigger mess. Others start to get different things to put in their vases. “ I want mine to hold wine!” “I want to put heavy cream in mine!” “I want to put milk in mine…help me find a cow!” Many things are thought of, but everyone has cracks and gaps, brokenness that will not allow liquid to remain in the vase as they wanted.  Then Jesus appears. He was always there but quietly at the outer edge of all the group. He was listening to all the conversations and comments as they were said. He approached one who was confused by all the conversations, one who didn’t know what to do, one who saw mess after mess, but had a broken willing heart. The lad said, “Jesus, I need you”. Without a word, Jesus took a candle and lit it, and placed it in the bottom of the lad’s vase. The light began to shine right through the cracks. In amazement, others backed up and let the beautiful display of light beams shine right past them. In our brokenness and what may seem to be a disaster of a life, God can take it and shine the presence of His Gospel light out to others who need to see it. We need to be reminded and know that it is entirely His work through us!

“Here seems to be an allusion to the lamps which Gideon’s soldiers carried in earthen pitchers, Jdg. 7:16. The treasure of gospel light and grace is put into earthen vessels. The ministers of the gospel are weak and frail creatures, and subject to like passions and infirmities as other men; they are mortal, and soon broken in pieces. And God has so ordered it that the weaker the vessels are the stronger his power may appear to be, that the treasure itself should be valued the more. Note, There is an excellency of power in the gospel of Christ, to enlighten the mind, to convince the conscience, to convert the soul, and to rejoice the heart; but all this power is from God the author, and not from men, who are but instruments, so that God in all things must be glorified.” (Matthew Henry Commentary)

Jesus is the treasure. The Holy Spirit lives within us if we are saved. Jesus can use us no matter the condition of our lives. And that reveals His power through us.

If we don’t feel that Jesus is using our life for His glory, then what needs to happen is we must turn the focus of our heart from what we see around us (the mud, the lost water, the destruction), including ourselves (the fragile jar of clay), to focus on Jesus. Let Him do His work through us. Remember Peter sinking into the water?

For we who live are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh. So death is at work in us, but life in you. (2 Corinthians 4:11-12)

Lord, what do I do with my jar?  I think the Lord is saying, “Let me show My Life through it.”

—Brian Rainey

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*Please be advised that this blog represents the views, opinions and beliefs of the writer and does not necessarily reflect those of our church leadership or denominational affiliation.

The Family Meal

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She hadn’t been gone a week.

We sat silently at the kitchen table, bravely trying to ignore the lonely, empty chair between our boys. We picked at the blueberry muffins—just out of the oven—and wiped the tears that trickled down our cheeks.    

Somehow, we knew Sunday breakfast would never be the same.

Tracy, our only daughter, had gone to college.

The circle had been broken. Nothing would be the same.

Looking back on that morning so long ago, I think we somehow understood, quite painfully, that something familiar, precious, comfortable, and meaningful—an essential family ritual, our family ritual—was changed forever. We were heart-broken and I don’t think I am overstating this. It was more than just missing a beloved daughter or a sister. It was more than missing the playful, weekly squabble over who found the muffins with the most berries. I think we were grieving the loss of life as we knew it, our pretty happy family system, a system that often circled around shared meals together. The void, the change, hit us hard that first Sunday breakfast.

You see, eating together as a family had always been a top priority for Kenny and me. When we said “I do” and “I will” nearly fifty years ago, we both somehow understood that to also mean “I will eat with you forever.” Looking at the two of us, you can see we took those vows quite seriously!

The family mealtime had been the practice of both of our families of origin, so we naturally adopted this comfortable pattern. As our children joined our family, eating together continued to be a valued priority. Early on, though it wasn’t always practical or even possible to share every meal, dinnertime was often the highlight of each day…for so many reasons. Around the table, we prayed, we were nourished, we chatted about the happenings of the day, we asked questions, we looked each other in the eye, we touched each other, we talked about current events, we planned outings and vacations, we shared disappointments and fears and dreams, we advised one another, we ironed out schedules, we told jokes, we established expectations and rules, we meted out discipline and punishment…we did life.

Sometimes it was light-hearted and fun; other times, it was uncomfortable and hard. Sometimes it went well; sometimes it flopped. Sometimes it was at a fast food joint or sometimes at a fancy restaurant. Sometimes it was lunch and sometimes it was breakfast. Sometimes it was steak and sometimes it was peanut butter and jelly. But mealtime together was always a place for communication and connection. It was a place of incidental training and the passing on of significant values. It was a place for our children to learn to recognize and then thank God for all our blessings. It was a place to learn good manners and respect for each other, a place to practice healthy eating habits, a place to learn to listen well and speak up, a place to figure out relationships and authority structures, a place to be heard and a place to belong. A place where no one could hide and walls would come down. A place of safety and unconditional love.

I know, as flawed parents, our mealtimes weren’t always perfect and helpful and grand. I don’t want you to think that. But we battled and struggled for them none the less. Their importance was our firm conviction, especially as the kids entered their teen years. Because of crazy job schedules, sports, meetings, youth group, church, friends, homework and the like, it was hard work, an almost impossible dream to sit down somewhere to eat at the same time. But it was a war we were willing to wage. We wanted to stay involved in their lives, to have a voice, to be connected. We took advantage of nearly every flimsy opportunity we had. And we could almost always count on Sunday morning breakfast with blueberry muffins before we headed off the church. I can almost taste them now…

Statistics and articles from the worlds of psychology, education, and medicine confirm what we have believed for so long. Family meals help children thrive in many areas of life including academics, nutrition, mental health, lifestyle choices, and the list goes on. And now that we are old and Kenny’s gray (smile) and all our chicks have long flown our coop across the map, a family meal, rare as it is, is our fondest desire and greatest joy. There are twenty three of us now; we need a much bigger table and a whole lot more food, but what a blessing!

So I was stopped short reading through Acts this past week in Acts 2:46 and 47. I loved the reminder.

46 Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, 47 praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.

This scripture passage is right after Pentecost, the day the Spirit of God ignited the early church with power to turn the world upside down. Three thousand people trusted in Jesus Christ that day and every day after, others chose to follow Him too. So many new Christians who needed to be taught God’s Word and needed fellowship with God’s people if they were going to grow in their faith and become effective witnesses! What a huge job for the early church! The leaders of the early church desired not only to make converts; they longed to make disciples. So they gathered at the Temple each day for instruction and prayer. As Warren Wiersbe says, “Their Christian faith was a day-to-day reality, not a once-a-week routine.”

But this is the part I love. After the teaching time, they went to each other’s homes and ate together. Like a family meal! Nourishment. Discussion. Sharing. Laughter. Questions. Answers. Relationships. Encouragement. Communication. Plans. Problem solving. Belonging. And they were glad and sincere. They praised God. They enjoyed the favor of ALL men. Their love, unity, honesty, and generosity were winsome and attractive to those outside the community of believers. Curious, more and more folks desired to come learn about this Jesus, the Savior of the world. God sent more and more people their way.

Yes, I am persuaded that our wise God really likes the idea of family meals. I believe the brothers and sisters in the early church did too.

Around the table, strangers become friends, defenses are lowered and skeptics are disarmed. Families are built, friendships are built, people are built, churches are built. People are loved. God is revealed. Yes!

But I also am of the conviction that the practice of family mealtime, of sharing a meal together with others, is nearly obsolete, out-of-date, old-fashioned. It certainly is on the endangered species list. Even though we read the world’s statistics that affirm our biblical patterns, most of us give in to the esteemed cultural pressures of busyness, self-centeredness, simplicity, comfort, independence, and privacy. Exhausted from our packed-out schedules, we pull into our driveways, rush in our front doors, and lock them tightly against any interruption. We pop in a frozen pizza, turn on the TV, and kick back in our lounge chairs as we scroll through FaceBook until we fall asleep. All we want is peace and quiet and relaxation.

Even if we do sit down to eat as a family unit, everyone has a fork in one hand and an electronic device in the other. And ear phones jammed in their ears. And the TV blaring from the living room.

But these practices, these flawed and selfish values don’t lend themselves to hospitality, to leisurely, intentionally, purposefully sitting around a table and generously sharing our lives with others, especially our children. Or God’s children.

Maybe that’s why we don’t experience the joy we would like. Maybe that’s why we aren’t radically building up our faith community. Maybe that’s why our families are fragmented. Just a thought.

Tracy has been gone since 1989. My boys left not long after. But that was not the end of “family” meals for us. Kenny and I still enjoy blueberry muffins on Sunday mornings (if I get up early enough) and now we don’t have to fight with anybody over the last one or the best one. Kenny is always the winner. We still eat together every evening and just about any other time we can. Our family ritual.

And we have mended that broken family circle and enlarged its definition quite a bit. We have a lot more “family” joining us at the table, children of our hearts whose lives we pray we can influence for the Kingdom of God. Around the family table, there is food and conversation. There is encouragement and exhortation. There are questions and answers…or not. There is mutual respect and caring. There is joy and friendship. There is safety and unconditional love. There is belonging.

I still have a whole lot of life—and muffins—to share.

And God has a very big family.

Won’t you build a circle at your table?   

—Eileen Hill

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*Please be advised that this blog represents the views, opinions and beliefs of the writer and does not necessarily reflect those of our church leadership or denominational affiliation.

Speak Less, Love More

So also the tongue is a small member, yet it boasts of great things. How great a forest is set ablaze by such a small fire! (James 3:5)

Ahh, for the days of purity and simplicity. I long for them.

The Apostle Paul longed for them. He feared for the Corinthian church, that they may have been led astray from what he called “the simplicity and purity of devotion to Christ” (II Corinthians 11:3, NASB).

The 15th-Century religious cleric Thomas à Kempis said of these things: Purity and simplicity are the two wings with which man soars above the earth and all temporary nature. If he’s right about this, and I believe that he is, the question the statement begs is, “What are we soaring toward?”

A better rendering of the question might be: “Toward whom are we soaring?” That’s because, while we’re obligated as Christians to be truth-seekers, we need to recognize that, first and foremost, the truth lies in a person, in He who declared Himself to be the truth (John 14:6).

It’s one thing to be devoted to the truth. It’s quite another to be devoted to the author of truth.

To seek Jesus, one must have a degree of tunnel-vision. We must refuse to be distracted by the issues of life. We must remember that the main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing.

Jesus is the main thing. We ought not to be distracted from Him.

A works-based theology distracts us from entering, by grace, what the author of Hebrews refers to as the “Sabbath-rest for the people of God” (4:9). Likewise, we should be careful not to be distracted from pure and simple devotion to Christ.

Yet, my lamentation persists. “Ahh, for the days of purity and simplicity.”

I lament because the times in which we live are political, polarized times. It seems that everywhere we look, especially since this is an election year, politics is everywhere—especially that of a particular stripe and color.

Camps that had been formed well before the death of George Floyd are now expressing their grievances in various ways—some of which are productive, others not so much. Outside the church, people are now, in the most literal of ways, at each other’s throats—or brandishing weapons, either to defend themselves or to intimidate others. Inside the church, the greater Christian church, I think that what had been a sanctuary may become its own tinderbox, if we’re not careful.

As a result, when I now go out in public, I half-expect that because I’m of a certain demographic, I’m to be hated by other demographics. Or, at the least, I expect that they’re expecting that I’m going to be hating them because of their demographic. The culture and the media have uncomfortably shaped my expectations, twisting them in ways I had never anticipated.

These aren’t real expectations, but I nonetheless feel programmed. No particular inter-racial/ethnic interactions that I’ve recently had have made me feel that way; those interactions have actually been quite wonderful.

No, It’s due to what the media has been feeding me, in the last month. As much as I’d like to cheer on one side or the other, the fights have lately been bloodier than ever; it’s well beyond rhetoric, at his point. Lives and livelihoods have been lost. And, more than ever, my stomach has been turning.

So I’ve tamped down the media; I’ve tried to simplify my thought processes. I’ve tried to eliminate the things that distract me from pure and simple devotion to Christ. As I inwardly seek to upwardly connect with God in a more singular fashion, I try and outwardly love others with greater purity and simplicity.

Yet, multi-directional simplicity is somewhat challenging, these days. As I’ve mentioned, we’re repeatedly being told to look at things through a certain lens. As this challenge keeps presenting itself, I keep going back to purity and simplicity, in all three directions: in relation to God, to others, and within myself.

I’ve resolved to push aside political agendas and love simply—with all the purity of heart that I can muster, with all the devotion with which God may enable me.

With this in mind, while some are calling for us to talk more, I’m calling for us to talk less. To be clear, I’m not telling anyone to “Shut up.” I’m simply asking for us to dial down the rhetoric.

While some would say that greater talking is constructive, I’m calling it destructive. While others will exercise their intention to talk more, I’m going to exercise my intention and talk less.

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Andy Stanley is all about intentionality. The Christian Post quotes him, here, telling his congregation to ,“Look for an opportunity to love unconditionally someone with whom you disagree politically.”

His message sounds good, on the surface. But, as I’m hearing the Apostle Paul, Stanley’s message distracts from the idea of purity and simplicity. With too many words, he goes beyond looking for opportunities to love unconditionally and instructs others on what ought to be the direction of their love.

My reaction is this: To stop the command at “love unconditionally” leaves room for the Holy Spirit to direct the heart—whether it be toward someone with whom we might disagree politically, or toward another. To add to the command distracts from the apostle’s message.

Morgan Freeman seemed to agree with the apostle. In a 2005 interview with Mike Wallace (available here), he was asked about the subject of racism and what should be done about it. Though he wasn’t speaking on the subject of devotion to Jesus, he did suggest the need—at least in relation to one another—to simplify our language, and therefore our thought-processes.

Freeman’s answer to racism: Stop talking about it. He went on to explain that our lives need not be complicated by the hyphenated labels that some insist ought to be attached to our identities.

Of all the radical ideas being pushed in the culture—and, yes, even the church—Freeman’s may be the most radical. (Not that he is even pushing it; he only said so in response to a question.)

That’s because, while so many are ratcheting up the volume from so many speakers, from so many various perspectives, Freeman asks that we do something different: instead of trying to drown one another out, with more and more takes on the political climate, consider actually turning the volume down.

We might say that Freeman was speaking during a different time, a different era. I would then say that, in the larger sense, his message is timeless. It’s as timeless as Paul’s message of grounding us in simplicity, for it encourages us to do the same with one another—specifically, to consider speaking less and loving more.

And I have found, especially in relationship with my wife, that to consider saying less is to first consider feeling less about what I might consider important and instead consider looking for more common ground. I’ve found that when I consider putting my feelings aside, I can love more effectively.

I wonder if we can’t consider doing this more, within the culture. But I think the answer is that we can’t, because we’ve been more polarized and more radicalized than ever. I’m starting to think that the culture is irredeemable and is too lost for this to any longer be a relevant question.

The month of June may have turned me into a cynic, at least in relation to the greater culture in which we live. I hope this feeling doesn’t persist; I’m open to God directing me otherwise.

I’m hoping we can speak less within the church, and leave behind the divisive encumbrances of politics and other division. I hope that we would instead consider that we are one, as Jesus and the Father are one, and that Jesus wants us to be brought into complete unity, so that, in this oneness, the world would know that Jesus was sent by the world to redeem it from all division (John 17:23).

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I hope that pure and simple devotion to Christ would, above all else, be that which unites us. I fear that, once we lose sight of that, then the church is in as much danger as the culture and we may be about to fracture beyond repair. I hope to not become a cynic in relation to the church, as well.

I pray that God would heal our wounds, that reconciliation on all levels would be sought, and that every ounce of division would set aside. I pray for pure and simple devotion to Christ. Paul didn’t think that was too much to ask. Neither do I.

—Kevin Hutchins

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*Please be advised that this blog represents the views, opinions and beliefs of the writer and does not necessarily reflect those of our church leadership or denominational affiliation.

You Are Looking More Like Your Father

There is a place in the Gospels where most Bible translations give us a rendition that can discourage us rather than encourage us. Here is an example from the ESV, “You therefore must be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect.” As Jesus teaches about how we should deal with our enemies, He gives us a clear imperative: “love your enemies” (Matthew 5:48). The discourse ends with a significant conclusion: if we love our enemies, we will resemble our Father. Our Father loves perfectly. He is complete and mature when it comes to loving and even loving His enemies. After all, isn’t that how He loved us in the first place?

Reading the passage as translated by the ESV, and some other translations, leaves me with such a weight on my soul. Can you feel it too? You must muster this kind of maturity or perfection in love in order to look like your Heavenly Father! That surely adds some pressure.

Here is a piece of good news though. The verb used in Matthew 5:48 is a future indicative. What that means is that we can translate the verse to say: “You will be perfect…” Reading it this way does fill me with hope! Why? Because now it doesn’t sound as an imperative but rather as a promise. You will be complete and perfect. I will be compete and perfect. We will be complete and perfect when it comes to loving others including our enemies. Hallelujah!

You and I are commanded to love our enemy, but the maturity with which we do that is not something we can muster on our own. God will produce that in you. So take courage. Just because your heart is hard toward your enemy now does not mean it will stay that way.

I encourage you to turn the following verse into your personal prayer while you attempt to love your enemy:

“for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure.”

—Diego Cuartas

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Can Someone Explain To Me What or Who is Jim Crow?

This is a legitimate question. After our District Superintendent, Kelvin Walker, encouraged us to educate ourselves before we attempt to move quickly into solutions that address injustice, he recommended The New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander. As an immigrant myself, I had to ask myself, “What or who is Jim Crow?” You can tell that I was on the edge of ignorance. I found a valuable video produced by Hip Hughes titled “Jim Crow and America’s Racism Explained”. In 17 minutes 44 seconds I learned a lot. While sharing this resource does not mean I agree or subscribe to any views or the level of thoroughness Hip Hughes shares, the resource is a good place to start. Click here to view for yourself.

In an effort to educate.

—Pastor Diego 

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It's Just a Potato

Something that I have found that is quite important in the Christian walk is truth. Very obvious isn't it? 

Over the past few months, I have been struggling with something that is quite new in my life. Well, since I had my large bowel removed because of Crohn's, almost three years ago, I have had to rely on an ileostomy pouch. Not a fun thing to live with, but when you weigh out the good and bad, it's much better. But what is now happening is that it is more difficult to lean over and pick something up. With a bag hanging on you, as my son would say, "Don't, don't pop the balloon!!!" So I have a few three-foot grabbing tools that help out sometimes. But here's what's been happening over the past few months. I am now dropping things so often I have started to question what is wrong with me. For instance, if I open the bread to make something, I almost just automatically look to the floor and there is the little twist tie as if it were laughing at me. I get down on one knee, pick it up and place it safely on the counter so it won't fall off again. Mind you, the tool won't work with a twist tie. Things like that have been happening so often I'm starting to just laugh when it happens. But along with that attempt to feel okay about it is this presence of what is wrong with me? I'm questioning what is happening. Am I being careless? Will this get worse? Is it a medical thing? Of course I look to the heavens and ask, "Lord, what's going on?"

As I was going through this journey of dropping things last week, here's what observed. A quote and a post.

“You can see God from anywhere if your mind is set to love and obey Him. – A.W. Tozer  

A friend made a FB post about a potato. Simply his methodology was to lure people to make comments about his picture post, and he would comment to every one of them, "It's just a potato." Many people tried jokingly to cloud up the reality of what was in front of them.

My desire overall is to stop dropping things. But I can't imagine this was not intended to be a learning journey in some way. How can a quote and a post make any difference in what is happening? What I really observed is that when my heart changed from ‘Why is this happening to me?!! I need to know what's wrong!’ to ‘Lord, what are you doing? What is this journey you are taking me along?’, something changed (things on the floor didn't). And as I read the quote and the post, Poof!!, the light came on.

So I'm having a "call it what it is” moment.  If it's just a potato, then as I'm looking at whatever fell to the floor, "it just fell." That is it. The Lord wants me to live in truth and not in the "What is going on?" moments. All those questions, sidestep Faith, cloud things up and they lead us to overlook what sometimes is right in front of us: the Truth.

Jesus, is the way, the truth and the life. (Period!)

Have a great day!

— Brian Rainey

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Sweating the Small Stuff

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Have you heard the phrase, “Don’t sweat the small stuff?”

I have. And I won’t ever pay attention to it again.

Small stuff can be really BIG stuff.  

Taking a hike one spring day a few years back, I hesitated on the path. The kids bounded ahead on the trail, took shortcuts through the woods, and wandered along the riverbank. The year before, I had been bitten by a deer tick and had a nasty bout with Lyme’s disease. The effects, honestly, were just going away and I was terrified of having another year like the one I just had experienced. Kenny “encouraged” me by saying, “You can’t live your life in fear. Let’s go.”

It was his version of “Don’t sweat the small stuff.”

And in the grand scheme of life, a tick is certainly a very small thing and, compared to the much more serious and sad illnesses of many others, my Lyme’s disease was more of a painful and annoying inconvenience. Especially the nine months of double vision.

So I went.

And that day I was bitten by a NJ newcomer, the Lone Star tick.

Another very small bite by a very small creature that has caused me VERY BIG problems. This nasty tick has given me Alpha-gal syndrome and sent me to the ER with itchy hives and a closing-up throat. Thanks to this bitty bug, I now carry an EpiPen and have to read a lot of labels. I can no longer eat any mammal meat and, early on, I could not tolerate dairy products either. No cheese, no ice cream. It was simply un-American.  What was Texas thinking?

See? Maybe I should have sweated the small stuff and stayed in the car.

Anyway, it’s that time of year again. Those horrible, parasitic little insects have been on my mind once again. But I braved a hike on Mother’s Day, taking all the necessary Covid19 AND tick precautions necessary. So far, so good.

Meanwhile, my mind is stuck on the perplexing reality that a little, tiny, insignificant thing, like a creepy-crawly tick, can make a BIG difference in someone’s life. MY life in particular…

Small stuff can be really big stuff, can’t it?

A little pimple on the first day of school.

A tiny splinter.

A small shadow on the x-ray.

A tiny heartbeat.

A small and shiny diamond ring.

A little, white lie.

A little faith the size of a mustard seed.

A bit in the horse’s mouth.

A little leak.

A little gift.

A small spark.

The tiny tongue.

A little sip.

The still, small voice.

These small things can be really big. They may be things we don’t need to sweat. Or maybe we do. Small things can be or bring huge blessings as well as great pain and disappointment.

I think I’ve whined to you before about my limited dietary issues since my latest tick encounter. I so miss a juicy cheeseburger right off the grill or a crispy BLT made with Jersey’s finest. And I am ashamed that, given this premise that keeps bouncing through my brain, that small stuff can be really big stuff, I find I immediately latch onto all the negative examples around me instead of considering the positive side of the proposition. I can’t seem to get beyond that tick. And the loss of that Bubba Burger.

Then tonight, in our monthly family Zoom prayer meeting, my sweet sister-in-law from North Carolina prayed that we as a family would have eyes to see all the little ways God is rescuing us, providing for us, protecting us, guiding us, blessing us, strengthening us, and loving us…especially in these uncertain and restless days. She reminded us that we should recognize the hundreds of little things He does for us in our commonplace days, things we should never take for granted, things that should enlarge our hearts with enormous gratitude and thanksgiving.

Immediately, the Holy Spirit stirred my heart and began the work of transforming my perspective. I asked God to forgive my selfish, microscopic focus on me and my small, insignificant world with its little problems. I asked Him to help me move beyond my petty issues and concentrate on what is important to Him, who is important to Him. Little blessing after little blessing, and person after person, began flashing through my mind making me smile as my family on my screen continued to pray. In the mundane and ordinary small moments of my every day, my good Father is always at work. The sum of all the little things He is doing for me daily is vast beyond all accounting. What amazing grace! It’s huge. I need to count my many blessings. And thank Him.

Can you think of some little ways our caring Father is providing for you too? Have you thanked Him? That’s big stuff.

Then I thought about little things some more. Can you even imagine little me and little you, average fools at best, being loved by and adopted by God Himself? Can you even grasp the unbelievable and incredible BIG-ness of that very thought? He wants us. He desires a relationship with us. With God, the Potter, small, messy, incomplete, flawed and broken people can be re-formed into really big, useful, and beautiful stuff, vessels fit for the Master’s use, carefully sculpted by His hands. He is committed to forming us, His beloved children, into His image. Incredible, right?

What little or big plans and purposes do you think He has made you for? How are you doing with them? That’s more big stuff.

It occurs to me that Jesus often speaks of small things being big things.

He teaches that the first shall be last. He’s inferring that the self-proclaimed big shots of the world are going to be shocked when humble little guys, servants of all, will be big in the Kingdom of God. He modeled that principle for them as well.

He says seekers must become like little children if they want a place in His big and glorious Kingdom. No self-righteous big cheeses allowed.

Jesus tells His followers that when they do little acts of kindness, especially to the downtrodden, marginalized little guys, and they offer a small cup of water in His name, it’s like they are offering it to Jesus Himself. How BIG is that?

Jesus announces that if His followers had faith the size of a tiny mustard seed, they could move big mountains. Wow.

Jesus says He knows when a tiny sparrow falls. Don’t you think He cares much more for you? Don’t you think, knowing how loved you are, that He will watch over you in a big way?

The small stuff can be really big stuff in the Kingdom of God. Jesus says it’s true. So we don’t need to sweat the small stuff after all.

We just may need to embrace it.  

Or do it.

So what small thing can you do today that could possibly make a big impact on someone? Make a list and follow through at the Spirit’s prompting. Can you write a note, make a call, bake some brownies, pick some flowers, or offer to shop for someone who is isolated and disconnected? 

Mother Teresa admonishes us, “Not all of us can do great things, but we can do small things with great love.”

And Winnie the Pooh adds, “Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in our hearts.”

Pretty wise words from a funny, little bear.

I so hope Hundred Acre Wood has been sprayed for ticks…

—Eileen Hill

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