In Due Time

      

      Waiting just isn't fun! This has been a hard period of waiting for me. First, after the burst pipe, I had to wait for insurance appraisal, and I am STILL waiting for repairs to be done. The latter has been complicated by Covid. Though it seems like a month ago, Bill had what he thought was an allergy, UNTIL the fever started a week ago, and he tested positive for Covid. I bet most of you can relate, sadly. You feel bad in the first place, and then you have to wait 15 minutes for the darn test to give you results! So he waited and watched; I waited, apart, and prayed.

      I had been planning to meet repairmen at the lake, so here I was, exposed to Covid, and now in quarantine with two days' worth of food and clothes and vitamins; and of course my doctor didn't want me to go back home for more certain exposure. I cancelled the repairmen that morning while they were already headed my way. I texted my nearby friends to say "Don't come see me." Then I waited. And waited. And I'm still waiting, until Bill's fever subsides, then a week after that until I can go home. (Bless friends & family who've brought me food and left it at my door!)

      But I realized this morning that the time hasn't been wasted. Interestingly, I've been reading a book called Slow Brewing Tea, which describes a very anti-Christian man's thirty-year search for God. (Yes, I HIGHLY recommend it if you are looking for something provocative and deep with spiritual meaning.) With my often-foggy brain, along with the book's density of content, it has taken me nearly two months to finish, slowly brewing it, if you will, in my heart and mind. As I finished it yesterday, I was inspired to take up my Bible and begin reading it through, starting in Genesis. I've done this a few times before, but it's been a while. This morning I arrived at the story of Abram/Abraham and Sarai/Sarah. Talk about WAITING! At age 100 Abraham finally saw the birth of God's promised son to bless the nations. 

      Everyone acknowledges the fact that we've become a world of instant gratification. I grow impatient when I have to wait for my computer to boot up! But in this waiting period of illness and delays I am learning. Normally annoyed at being surrounded by messes, things out of place, I know there's no point in attacking the literal mess around me: books, pictures, bedclothes, and knick-knacks displaced by the flood can't be put back until their proper space has been repaired, painted, re-carpeted by the repairmen. But then I look forward to the blank canvas I'll have to carefully replace items which are necessary, good, beautiful, or simply sentimental. I can throw out the messy and unnecessary and create a new space of beauty and comfort! 

      Maybe that's what God is doing in our periods of powerlessness. This time of isolation I've been at peace, and I've felt His presence more than all the "busy" days. I've soaked myself in it, really, whether reading His Word, listening to beautiful hymns and praise songs, watching the birds and the ever-changing lake and sky, or simply resting in quietness with a vacant mind. I know that there's nothing I have to do or even can do to make myself more fit for His presence but empty myself and eagerly wait for my soul's Repairman to fill it "in due time."

"Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time."                  (1 Peter 5:6 NIV)

"He must increase and I must decrease."

John 3:30

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"But God..."

      

     I couldn't even guess how many sermons I've heard in my seventy-five years, but how few I've remembered in any detail! Hopefully, many of them have been absorbed into my thinking and behavior, but there is one I will never forget, and perhaps it is for this very day. It was one of my son Christian's first, and it was entitled simply "But God." 

      I just did a search on both Bible Hub and Bible Gateway for the phrase and got results from 44 to 99, depending on the version of the Bible, so needless to say, it's a recurring theme in God's Word. Nearly each time, the phrase indicates a reversal of either events or someone's thinking from what we would consider a negative trend to a positive one. A familiar example is found in Genesis, when Joseph, who had been sold into slavery by his brothers yet had risen to the second most powerful position in Egypt, rescued his entire family from the famine in Israel. His response to his brothers' remorse when they recognized him in the house of Pharaoh was this:

"So now it was not you that sent me hither, but God: and he hath made me a father to Pharaoh, and lord of all his house, and a ruler throughout all the land of Egypt."  (Genesis 45:8 KJV, emphasis mine)

      This morning I arose from bed, as on most days with burning flesh and aching bones. I confess my attitude of late has been pretty negative. It seems I interact with fewer people as each year goes by; I laugh less, and smile rarely; I have little hope of ever having a "normal" life, or the active life I once had; I dream less and less of the places I'd like to go and things I'd like to do "someday." I quickly returned today to my recurrent gut-wrenching thought, "No one has any idea how it feels to be me, or understands how hard it is to keep going each day!"  Immediately and unbidden came that phrase "But God!" It came as if on a wisp of a cloud I could almost reach up and grasp with my hand, and my mind grabbed onto it like a lifeline and began to mull it over like a sip of sweet wine one wants to roll around on the tongue before swallowing. And I began to smile!

      It was as if all the peace I had been longing for for five and a half years came over me all at once! In the blink of an eye I understood that all the prayers I pray, whether for myself of someone else, I don't even need to put into words. All the agony that spills from my heart and body out my eyes-- He already knows! It has been written in His book since before time! How does He know how this flesh-life feels? He experienced it all during His brief time on earth as Yeshua, Son of Mary and the Holy Spirit, perfect God and perfect man, subject to all our pains and trials. Yet He was the Only One who didn't succumb to our human frailty and make the selfish choices we make that lead us away from our perfect Father God, because He WAS God! (See Matthew 26:63-64, Mark 14:61-62, John 4:25-26.) 

      He could have avoided it all, chosen to stay on His heavenly throne and leave us humans to our own pitiful devices, but ... being God... He didn't! He came to die, to walk with us, so we might live, not just brief, pain-filled days on earth, but forever with Him in His perfect, pain-free Heavenly home! 

“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 NLT)

      I stop and marvel for a few moments at all the "But God" times in my life, times when things were going or could have gone very badly, but God, by His grace turned the bad into good. Today I was sad, but God turned my sadness to gladness. Today I was in pain, but God turned my pain to patience. Today I felt alone, but God comforted me. 

"For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime! Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning." (Psalm 30:5 NLT)

"He must increase and I must decrease."

John 3:30

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Burst Pipe!

      It was a quiet Christmas afternoon when I received one of those calls we never expect and never hope to get. "I hate to tell you..." my cousin/next-door-neighbor at the lake began, and my heart fell. She continued, "Something's terribly wrong at your house. There's water pouring over your gutters!" I knew in an instant my water pipes had burst during the recent unusual deep-freeze we had been experiencing in central North Carolina. There was a mad scramble during which all my surrounding neighbors searched frantically and unsuccessfully for a tool to shut off the water at the street. In a panic I called the water company emergency line and left a message, and then called my son who lives nearby, and praise God, he went quickly into action finding the proper tool to shut the water off. He then ventured into the drowning house, where he found Niagara Falls pouring down on my bed. With the speed of light, he rescued my mountain of pillows and soaked bedclothes, pictures sitting on the floor waiting to be hung, clothes and shoes from the closet floor. He and cousin Tom then began the really big job of vacuuming out the 2 inches of water that stood on the floor of my bathroom and screened porch, sucking as much as they could out of the soaked carpet which was quickly wicking toward the living room. I just sat at home in my chair in shock, offering prayers of thanksgiving for so many graces: (1) My cousin was at home next-door, home from church, and noticed the problem. (2) It happened during the day and not overnight. (3) My son was home, quick-thinking, and had access to the right tools to mitigate. (4) I wasn't staying in the house by myself (which I usually am). (5) My WHOLE house wasn't flooded!

      Through the process of mitigation, insurance, repairs (which will be ongoing for some time!), God has spoken to me in no uncertain terms about the condition of my own heart and my past and present life. Though we had taken all the usual precautions (leaving heat on 55 degrees, opening cabinets, leaving a pipe dripping), it was discovered that those burst pipes had little to no insulation surrounding them other than the now extremely cold air. I think back to the years when I completely neglected going to church, reading God's Word, spending time in prayer. My heart had no protection from the cold winds of the world, and it "burst" painfully time and time again. I am horrified to think of the messes I left in my wake, some causing nearly-irreparable damage to myself and others around me.

      But, praise God, at the end of a series of bad choices, through no choice of my own, and against my worldly inclinations, He rescued me and began the arduous process of repairing my "burst pipes" by drawing me back home. He healed my broken heart over time, through the faithful prayers of my family, urging me back into fellowship with the Church, and thus delving into God's Word with more fervency. My new and improved pipes were flowing freely, and I began once again to display the fruits of the spirit: "love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, gentleness, and self-control." [Galatians 5:22-23 NIV] 

      My water pipes at the lake are repaired now, and protected from the cold by new insulation; thus, from them is flowing freely the water of life they were meant to carry throughout my house. My own heart's circulatory system, though, needs constant attention: the daily protection of prayers, studying God's Word, and the fellowship of believers God has so generously provided in my life.

     How about you? Are you insulating your heart against the icy winds of of the world that would have you thinking only of satisfying your fleshly desires, going along with the current cultural trends, or just being satisfied with "the good life," never giving a thought to your eternal destination or your impact on those around you? Trust me, I've been there, and the momentary pleasure is not worth the cost. 

"Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world—the desires of the flesh, the desires of the eyes, and the pride of life—is not from the Father but from the world. The world is passing away, along with its desires; but whoever does the will of God remains forever." 

 (1 John 2:15-17 BSB)

NOTE: I strongly recommend you read the entire chapter (1 John 2), in fact, the entire short book of 1 John.(Click here: https://biblehub.com/bsb/1_john/2.htm) A wonderful beginning place to get back into the Word is the "Our Daily Bread" app on your phone. There's not only a short daily devotion, but a daily reading plan, and several other resources. You can even listen to the devotion and the Scripture. If you're not already in the Word daily, I promise it will change your life for the better! There are great sermons faithful to the Word available on YouTube and Facebook-- I post some of them each week on my Facebook page.

"He must increase and I must decrease."

John 3:30

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Be A Lert!

    

      Remember years ago the T-shirts and bumper stickers that bore the nonsensical message "Be A Lert: The world needs more Lerts!" I LOVED that expression; in fact, it still runs through my head every now and then, even if it may not make it out of my mouth. I'm thinking we may need to bring back that message, except slide that "A" right over next to the "L" and leave it at "Be alert." And what better time than Advent, the season of remembering our Messiah's first coming, the season we SHOULD be remembering He's coming back, and it could happen any moment of any day.

"Look, I am coming soon! Blessed is the one who keeps the words of the prophecy of this book." (Revelation 22:7 CSB)

      These words were spoken to the apostle John by the One presumed by John and by most scholars throughout history to be the post-incarnate Messiah Jesus. Throughout His Word are indications, not the least of which is His well-documented resurrection, that He came once to be a man in order to experience all that we humans experience. He came to be one of us, in order to pay the price for the sins of all humanity for all time, though He remained throughout that human life the perfect Lamb of God, the Passover Lamb. He then promised to return for His Church, those who choose to follow Him, at some future time known only to the Father.

      Just like the perfect Passover lamb of Jewish history, He was born in a shepherd's field in Bethlehem, as prophesied by Micah of the Old Testament:

 “But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come for me one who will be ruler over Israel, whose origins are from of old, from ancient times.”  (Micah 5:2 NIV)

      But oh, my friend, when He returns it will not be as a humble carpenter and servant, but as a conquering king!

"Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen."  

(Revelation 1:7 ESV)

(See also Isaiah 19:1, Daniel 7:13, Zechariah 12:10-11)

      In these days before we celebrate the coming of the Baby in the manger, let us never forget that He is coming again, and oh, the glory of that Second Coming! 

For it is written, “As I live, says the Lord, every knee shall bow to me, and every tongue shall confess to God.”  (Romans 14:11 ESV, emphasis mine)

BE ALERT!

"He must increase and I must decrease."

John 3:30

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* NOTE: I strongly recommend reading the entire book of Micah (just 7 chapters!) to be thrilled beyond words this Christmas season. 💗

Offensive Light!

      Last week I spent a few days at the lake. As is my habit, I awoke before daylight and headed to the living room to sit in my recliner which looks through glass doors overlooking the water. I love to watch the darkness slowly dissipate as the often fog-coated mirror of the lake grows gradually brighter. That day, I was sorely disappointed, irritated even, to find that my neighbor across the way had left on a floodlight aimed right across the water in my direction! I fumed for longer than I should have, even contemplating yelling across the sound-carrying surface, "TURN OFF YOUR LIGHT WHEN YOU GO TO BED!!!" After all, it was shining right in my eyes! But then....

      ...as I squinted at that light like an angry old hen, the beams became a cross, which truly took my breath (and my fury) away. You can see it faintly in the picture above, but it was very clear to my eyes, that cross, and I began thinking. Jesus, the Light of the World, the Source of all Light, shone brighter than all the stars in Heaven, and yet to most of the world He was, and still is, more offensive than any spotlight on the lake could ever be, exposing more darkness and ugliness than any human "idea" could. Like that spotlight outshining the security lights on either side of it, He hung between two hardened criminals, the very Light of the World, completely innocent of all wrongdoing, shining until His last breath and beyond, because He was there for LOVE, not guilt. He took the sins of one of those criminals, the one who believed in Him, to the grave with Him, and took the criminal to His Heavenly home with Him! 

      Sadly, today it seems that the name of Jesus is more offensive to the world than ever before. And that makes us, His followers, offensive as well. But that's just what He promised:

 

 "For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God."  (1 Corinthians 1:18 BSB) 

      Oh believer, let us never grow weary of shining His Light, the Good News, wherever we go, no matter the reception. Dear unbeliever, I beg you to let His Light in! No, it's not an easy path to follow. He doesn't promise us all moonlight and roses, pain-free days and peace-filled nights; quite the opposite:

"I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world.”  (John 16:33 NLT)

"Then they will deliver you over to be persecuted and killed, and you will be hated by all nations because of My name." (Matthew 24:9 BSB)

But the reward! 

"Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up, that everyone who believes in Him may have eternal life. For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that everyone who believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him. Whoever believes in Him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe has already been condemned, because he has not believed in the name of God’s one and only Son."  (John 3:14-18 BSB)

"He must increase and I must decrease."

John 3:30

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Clinging

 

 

      Through a series of assorted and unimportant circumstances, the past few days have become a time of purging: jewelry from drawers, long forgotten items from closets. Just now I pulled out a beautiful long, fur-collared coat and its matching hat and gloves, and I began to weep. It wasn't the coat itself; it was the memory of special times I wore it, feeling elegant and joyful, full of life. The collar is now crushed, the fabric pilled, and the hat misshapen. Yet I find it difficult to let go of that coat, just like I find it difficult to release my desires to "live fully," enjoying earthly pleasures to the utmost. "Why," I ask myself, "when you are promised so much more when the things of this learth are passed away?" 

      In Bible study last night Pastor Kent reminded us that we struggle now with fleshly desires-- it is the human condition since Adam and Eve-- even though God has promised us that as soon as we give our lives and hearts to His Son Jesus we are no longer threatened by death. Jesus said, "Because I live, you also will live."  (John 14:19b NIV) Interestingly enough, I awoke this morning from a dream which left me smiling. I was in a tiny house that had just been given to me. It was old and a little bit dusty, but it was perfect in its simplicity. Everything in it made me so happy: several antique stoves (Cooking is my love language.), an old bed, and an old faded blue hooked rug like one I once had in a time and place where I was very happy. I woke up thinking, "If my mansion in heaven is just like that, I will be perfectly content!" Just remembering it now has erased my tears and brought back my smile!

      Months ago God gave me a picture which I've pondered from time to time, but now I think I understand it. I had asked Him to give me a vision of assurance that He is with me. Pastor Kent had preached an amazing series of messages on our Strong Tower ("For thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy." Psalm 61:3 KJV), but the image I saw was a wooden stockade. I briefly researched the meaning of the word and found that  historically a stockade could be either a prison or a fortress. I could see both in my life. I've often felt a prisoner of my circumstances, but I began to think about the stockade as a fortress, protecting me from the dangers of the outside world.

       I look now at that tiny green frog in the photo above, clinging to the strong logs of our house, and I determine to use him as a reminder to keep clinging to my Fortress, my Savior, instead of the corruptible things of this world! 

     "And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea. 

      And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.

      And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. 

      And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. 

      And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new." 

(Revelation 21:1-5 KJV)

"He must increase and I must decrease."

John 3:30

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The Fragrance of Church

   

      I have an unusual gift: a SUPER-sensitive nose. This can be both a blessing and a curse, as you can imagine. A few nights ago, as I went to bed, windows gloriously open to let in the crisp autumn air, apparently a skunk decided to spray just outside my window-- NOT a delicious perfume, as it made my nose burn and my eyes water! 

      Most of the time, though, I appreciate my gift. Often, like Proust, a certain smell can transport me to a time or place of wonderful memories. The fragrance of roses always brings back sweet thoughts of my dear mother, who for years wore Tea Rose perfume every day. Maybe a little strangely, a hint of diesel fumes transports me to various cities in Europe, where I've made special memories over the years, while the essence of pine trees brings happy thoughts of my beloved lake and so many occasions I hold dear. 

      But there's one scent that takes me to a place apart from the world. It's the fragrance of church. Ours is nearly 200 years old, so I suppose the old wood is a little bit musty, but it's far from offensive to me. I attended Wednesday night Bible study in person this past week. It was the first time in a very long time I haven't "attended" on Facebook. As I entered I inhaled the familiar yet unique smell. All at once I felt at home, like revisiting the place you grew up or where your grandparents lived when you were a child, a place filled with nothing but loving memories.   

   

      As I settled into a pew, I felt a peace and security I find nowhere else. And my heart began to realize this feeling of comfort had nothing to do with the building or the pews, even the organ or the pulpit. It was the knowledge that I was surrounded by the prayers of the people who have worshipped in this place for nearly two centuries; the voices and instruments lifted in praise through the years; the Words of Truth proclaimed from the pulpit, read in the pews, studied in the Sunday School classes, and then carried out through creaky doors into pavement and forest and field, school and home and businesses who knows how far and wide. 

 

      Some may say, "But I don't go to church-- I can worship just fine in the woods, by the lake, or even in my home." Oh yes, I hope we all worship in all those places! Throughout my life I have experienced church meetings in a home, in an open-air shelter, in an ornate cathedral, even an office building or a restaurant. But the common thread in those experiences is the people of God gathering to be led by the power of the Holy Spirit. My friend, church is not a place, it's a gathering of God's people, and God created His Church for a purpose. He's been a God of relationship before the creation of the world, because He Himself is One in three: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. He created us for fellowship with Him and with each other. He intended for us to unite in groups small or large to worship Him and study His Word, pray together, encourage one another, and share one another's burdens! He tells us in His Word: 

"And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching."  (Hebrews 10:24-25 NIV, emphasis mine)

      In a recent sermon I listened to I was reminded of this compelling Scripture:

"Our lives are a Christ-like fragrance rising up to God." (2 Corinthians 2:15a NIV) 

      I am both challenged and comforted by this verse. I wonder if I am living up to the challenge? On the other hand, what a thrilling thought that my life can be to God the fragrance of His Only Son, Jesus! I can say from my own experience of being physically unable to attend church regularly for more than 5 years, there is something almost undefinable about the fellowship of believers. I can only pray that each time I AM able to gather with God's people, I carry His fragrance with me wherever I go. One of my favorite devotions puts it this way:

" Dear Lord, abide with us that we 

May draw our perfume fresh from Thee." 

("Streams in the Desert" by Mrs. Charles Cowman.) 

"He must increase and I must decrease."

John 3:30

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