Sunday, April 22, 2018

For The Beauty Of The Sky!

Psalm 90:17 And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.
I looked out of the front door, as I was watering my needy flowers and the sky was what reminded me that God sometimes has to put his pen into the inkwell. The clouds made me think of the ink as it starts to run out of a pen. I was sad for a generation, who may not be able to notice the daily handiwork of a loving Father. His daily love letters in the sky, might be erased for them, because people don't communicate like that anymore. They don't have many people who use inkwells up to tell them how much they love them. God does. This morning He looked like He had to put His pen back into the inkwell and place another line over the spotted lines of what He was writing. I am not big enough or old enough to read the words, I can only see when He has to stick His huge pen back into the well to get more ink.

I do hope He has some special cyber secrets for the next generation in the sky...

I am sure He does! He would never leave us hanging, like that:}.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

And Your Father, who sees in secret?

Is there a Heavenly Father, who sees in secret? Are we nurturing a faith in our children that teaches them to trust in God's providence?
My upbringing was somewhat different than many, but I think the time in which I grew up lent itself to a family dependence as opposed to an individualistic perspective. God cares for us as a village, as well as a person. But, when we pray, it is personal. I pray to an eternally personal father, who knows my heart, as well as my words. Our relationships with our children should have some relationship to those truths. We should seek to know our children and teach them that there are some who would do them well and some who would do them harm and that they don't really know the difference yet. Teachers and parents are ordinarily the purveyors of good to them and etiquette should be instructed to give them a border and guide to find out which is which. If a stranger is inclined to respect your parents guidelines or your teachers guidelines, they should be included in the respected and trusted circle and if not, special care should be taken.

We teach "the squeeky wheel" premise. The most noise should get the most attention. And then we are appalled to see the results of our instructions. We are always attempting to reinvent the curriculum and the syllabus, instead of lifting it to higher places with God.

Lord give us grace to allign ourself with the favor of God and to draw our country to righteousness to exalt us and not succumb to the will of the enemy, who seeks to take our culture to Hell. God return us to Yourself! Halleluia.

Thursday, April 5, 2018

How do we seek His Face?

Matthew 18:10 Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.
For many years I have thought that seeking God's face was a posture of prayer. On my knees, on my face, repitition of words or silent in the sacred was my imagination of seeking the face of God. Now a days, I have more often felt in the presence of the face of God, when playing "Teentsy Weentsy Spider".
Go Figure?

Friday, March 30, 2018

The Joys of an Exultant Good Friday!

He Is Risen! He Is Risen!
Even on Good Friday, it is true that the price of our redemption has been paid by Christ! Sometimes we think that if we meditate on the passion of Christ enough it will help us to appreciate the price of our Salvation. He paid it all! Every drop of the cup of the wrath of God is drunk by our Lord Jesus on our behalf. We are redeemed and we are not paying Him back by suffering with Him on Good Friday or for the 40 days. We are not investing partly in our redemption by doing so.

I fear that so often I have been guilty of needing to flagellate myself because I felt that Jesus required it from me for some part that He hadn't accomplished. Maybe I am not really grateful if I don't do the stations and follow him foot to foot in His sacrifice, or follow every word of the seven last words to the furthest point. Am I paying part? Am I understanding the gravity of my deserts? If I am doing the former, I am deceived. If I am learning the latter, I am in the rights. It is not the doing or the not doing, but why that is important. I cannot pay God for my redemption. I cannot invest part in my Salvation. I cannot ever fully understand. But I can rejoice in spirit, like the man born blind and be in the right. Or I can sit sullen and identify with my Savior and know that I didn't deserve what He bore and ask for the grace to rejoice, when it truly sinks in. Both are right responses, depending on your growth in grace.

Don't judge your sullen neighbor or your hedonistic brother, when you are not in his shoes.

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Certain details of the funeral day are clear as day 29 years later and some of them pale!

I recall the beauty and the comfort of beautiful people with groceries to feed the people. I remember the delight of sitting next to my father in the front row of church, which would never happen again. I remember the pain in my deepest soul and the questions without answers, that kept my knees quivering and kept me from standing up for the wobble.

Most of all, I remember the sound of a mighty congregation singing that breathed strength into my wobbly knees, to get up and worship God in my darkest hour. I will never forget that wonder. There is power on earth to breathe strength into the faint and it is a corporate strength. I am eternally grateful to God for that strength and prayer that saves the weakest and faintest cry.

Each year, God takes me into the dark cave of my grief to give me new strength to march on in Grace and Confidence of His Love. I never look forward to the entering and I never want to leave the cave, once I am in there. It is a fiery entrance, a piercing and anxiety-producing entrance. The cave is dark behind it, but God always meets me there. He seems to explain His uses of means to hold me up and uses of pain to draw me to Him, but never answering the multiple questions. They become insignificant, in His presence. Sometimes it is a loud praise that comes out of the cave and sometimes it is a silent wonder. Sometimes, like Mary, I have a magnificat and sometimes like Zacharias I am struck dumb. But, it is always an amazing and love-filled interaction with my Dearest Friend and confidant, the Lord. He is still walking me through the griefs of life, I don't always like it. But I love Him each day for being there with me.
I stand by the graveside, in my heart for the entire month and ask and ask and the silence on that front is deafening. You would think that I would have stopped asking, by now. My heart can't stop asking. My heart is in the many pieces and God holds it in front of me and breathes on it and puts it back in my chest. Just keep breathing and marching and there are more answers to come and more battles to fight. That is always the answer to my questions.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

A Mighty Saint is on the Runway, the sky seemed to say for 2 whole days.

Charlotte was engulfed in a real encapsulating fog. It was the proverbial thick as peanut butter fog. That kind of fog used to make me afraid, until Aunt Ed passed. Aunt Gwen stepped out of the fog to us, in her white fur coat and said, Ed's on the runway. Ever since that moment the fog has reminded me that someone is going home to glory or into eternity. It makes me pray and it makes me rejoice for Heaven's gain.
This time it was a tremendous gain for Heaven and a tremendous loss for the earth. Most of America's proselytes can claim their soul salvation to the preaching of this mighty man. What a warrior for men's souls he was and what a symbol of the beauty of a seed sown in faith reaping some thirty, some sixty and some a hundred fold. The entire State of NC seems a more blessed place for having housed and nurtured this heroic family that sent their daddy and husband far and wide to win the lost. The State and the Country are none the worse for his travels. Like Gulliver a giant soul, he preached a very big God. He changed the entire dynamic of evangelism for everyone after him. He boiled the gospel down to the reality of change in the soul and heart. Jesus can soften the heart of a wicked sinner. That is the hardest job in this world. Everything after that can fall into place, once a heart becomes Jesus' home. One soul at a time, in mighty clouds of masses of people came to hear him preach about Jesus. So many became changed that there could be no church to house them all. What a great reception he must have had in heaven!

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Deep in my heart, I do believe

Revelation 21:7 He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God, and he shall be my son.
Overcoming is not an exercise in emotional gymnastics. Although, faith is essential, there must be something more...
When I find the more, I will write about it. I believe we will overcome. But I must find the overcoming, by turning over stones in my life...