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      <title>Don't Look Back</title>
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           When you reach a certain age or stage in life, I think there is a natural tendency to look back on your life and reflect on how you got to where you are today. It makes you appreciate what you have. I had certainly found myself at that place in life, looking around and seeing how far we had come and how well we were doing. How good it was to feel secure and happy!
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           It had not always been so easy. When we were first married, I was expecting to settle down in the place where I was born, among my own people, and raise a family, just as my mother had done. My husband had something completely different in mind. When he told me we were leaving our home to travel with his uncle to a new land, I was taken aback. Part of me was scared to leave the only place I had ever known, and the other part was caught up in excitement of it all. My husband believed that his uncle was hearing from the one true God, the Creator of the universe, and so he had also put his faith in this God. Because he believed, I believed. I can say that God did see us through on the journey, which was difficult at times. You try traveling with your family, a bunch of farm animals, and herdsmen. Even in the best of conditions, it was sweaty and smelly and exhausting. At one point, there was a famine in the land so bad that we had to travel to another area just to survive. Secretly, I questioned if we had made the wrong decision to leave home. There were many nights I cried myself to sleep. But, God brought us through it and we were able to return to the place God had called his uncle.
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            All the while, God was blessing our family. My husband had acquired flocks and herdsman of his own. Pretty soon, there wasn’t enough room for all of us. Our herdsmen and his uncle’s herdsmen often quarreled. His uncle did not want these troubles to affect the family dynamic, so he suggested that we part ways and gave my husband first choice of which area to take. I was grateful to him for this kindness, and I must admit I was a little sad to leave what had become our family of wanderers. When I saw the beautiful, lush land where we were headed, I knew that the difficult journey had been worth it.
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           We ended up living in the city of Sodom. We had settled in the community as strangers, but over time had built strong relationships with friends and associates. It wasn’t perfect, but what place is? What city doesn’t have crime or a seedier side? You learn what areas to stay out of and who to associate with if you want to stay out of trouble. We found our place there and raised our family. We had a nice home, and my husband was a leader in the community. Our daughters were to be married to fine young men and we had spent the better part of the year preparing them for their weddings. I also had gained the friendship and respect of other women, and we would often talk in the markets about our lives. I was so proud to talk about my husband and the upcoming weddings, and they were generous with their congratulations and well wishes. I couldn’t imagine our lives being any better.
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            Our picture perfect life changed in less than 24 hours when two strangers arrived at the city gates. I guess it was no coincidence that my husband was sitting in the gateway of the city that evening. He invited them to spend the night in our home, which surprised me. I have say that there was something different about them. They weren’t the typical visitors who passed through our area who usually knew what to expect if they spent an evening in the town square, if you know what I mean. I knew our city had a reputation. I had always looked the other way, knowing things happened in the dark of night that were wrong in the eyes of God. I figured it was none of my business and it wasn’t my problem. I lived my life and they lived theirs.
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            The events that happened that night happened so fast. It was surreal. I couldn’t believe it was happening. Our home was suddenly surrounded by men, young and old, who demanded we give our visitors over to them. My husband tried to reason with them. He even had the nerve to offer them our daughters, which really angered me at the time. I was ready to kill him myself. Quickly, the two visitors stepped in and rescued my husband from the crowd. Then the oddest thing happened. The men outside our home were suddenly struck blind and they went away, stumbling about. I was beginning to understand that these visitors of ours were more than they seemed. That’s when they told us they had come to destroy the city and we needed leave as soon as possible. My husband went to our daughter’s fiancés and begged them to come with us, telling them that God was going to destroy the city. They laughed, thinking he was joking. Who jokes about something like that?
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            As the sun was getting ready to rise, the two men urged us to leave right away so that we would not be destroyed, too. It still had not registered with me that this was happening. Everything was quiet and still, so how could we be in imminent danger? How could we just leave? We needed to gather up food and clothing and things we would need to travel. We needed time to get ready. My husband and I just looked at each other, not knowing where to start. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab mine. One of the men had me by the hand and my husband by the other. The second man likewise had taken our daughters hands. They began rushing us out of the city, telling us to run and not look back or we would be swept away in the destruction. What destruction? I did not see or hear anything that made me think we were in danger. They wanted us to go to the mountains, but my husband begged to let us go to a smaller city far enough away from the danger. They agreed and said the destruction would begin as soon as we could get there.
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           We ran for what seemed like forever. I didn’t know my old body could still do that. It still seemed like a bad dream, and that I would wake up soon and be back in my beautiful home. Then I heard the first rumble and felt the earth shake beneath my feet. The smell of smoke and something that smelled like rotten eggs filled my nostrils. I was getting tired from running. My husband and my girls where just ahead of me, entering the city of Zoar. I stopped to rest for a moment and I started to cry. How could we be here in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but the clothes on our back? Why did we have to leave our wonderful home where we had everything we needed? What about all the things we had collected for our daughters’ weddings? Why couldn’t we have saved some of those things. I wanted my life back. Without thinking, I turned around and looked at the city I had called home. Everyone and everything I knew was being pummeled in a rain of fire. As my family safely made it inside the little town of Zoar, I was still just on the outskirts. I stood there in the aftershocks of the fiery storm, grieving the life I had left behind. I realized my mistake too late as I felt the wave of heat and grit begin to take over my body. If only I had listened to the two men. If only I had trusted that God would take care of me in this situation, just as He had in the past. If only I had not looked back.
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           Luke 17:32 - Remember Lot’s wife.
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           If “Jesus wept” is the shortest verse in the Bible (John 11:35), then Luke 17:32 has to be the second shortest. More importantly, these words are in red, meaning Jesus spoke them. “Remember Lot’s wife, “ He cautions. “Lot’s wife” is all we know her by, and what we know about her is found in Genesis 19. Most people just remember that she turned into a pillar of salt. What we need to remember is why.
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           The Hebrew word for “looked back” means more than just the physical act of glancing back over one’s shoulder. It means to regard, consider, or pay attention to something. She was not so much looking back with her eyes as she was with her heart. In that moment, as imagined in the passage above, she had more regard for what she was leaving behind than in the provision God had made ahead of her. She loved and appreciated the things of the world and her earthly treasures more than the divine deliverance that was provided to her. Even though she did not commit the same sins that had brought about this judgment, her heart was with the city and all things worldly, and so she suffered its same fate. In Luke 17, Jesus is cautioning the disciples, and us, to not make the same mistake.
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           And as it was in the days of Noah, so it will be also in the days of the Son of Man: 
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           They ate, they drank, they married wives, they were given in marriage, until the day that Noah entered the ark, and the flood came and destroyed them all. 
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           Likewise as it was also in the days of Lot: They ate, they drank, they bought, they sold, they planted, they built; 
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           but on the day that Lot went out of Sodom it rained fire and brimstone from heaven and destroyed them all. 
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            Even so will it be in the day when the Son of Man is revealed.
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           “In that day, he who is on the housetop, and his goods are in the house, let him not come down to take them away. And likewise the one who is in the field, let him not turn back. 
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           Whoever seeks to save his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life will preserve it. 
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           A quote attributed to Alexander Graham Bell says, “When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.” Such was the fate of Lot’s wife. Such could be our fate if we are not careful. We cannot harshly judge Lot’s wife, knowing how easily the same thing could happen to us. We can find ourselves living comfortably, confident in our position in life, and relying on our material possessions, if we are not careful to remember the true Provider. It isn’t a bad thing to have material possessions, but it is a wrong attitude if we value the things of the world more than we value the things of God.
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           When you hear someone say, “Jesus is coming soon”, do you laugh like Lot’s son-in-laws, or do you start looking up and watching for Him? Just like Lot tried to warn his son-in-laws, we need to let our family and friends know that He is coming. As Christians, we should be ready to drop everything when He comes for us, and not look back for anyone or anything. There is nothing we are leaving behind that is better or more important than being with Jesus. When that day comes, just like it came for Sodom, we have to be ready for our divine deliverance from this world. If we dare to look back, we could be left behind. Remember Lot’s wife, and don’t look back.
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    Romans 1:16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek. 
  
  
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                    No, wait! Don t send the news out in an email. You know most of them don t even check it. Let s tell them in person. I want to see the look on their faces! I said excitedly to my coworker.
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                    We had some really good news to share with our employees. Earlier in the year, a state agency announced caregiver bonuses for anyone working in childcare who met the criteria. Since 2020, there has been an overall shortage of childcare workers and the bonuses are to help with employee retention. We could never pay childcare workers what they are worth, though our organization pays better than most. We have wonderful, dedicated employees, but sometimes pay is a deciding factor on whether they stay for long. The bonuses were to be given out it two phases. We prepared the phase one paperwork for our employees who were eligible, got their signatures, and submitted the paperwork. A few months later, they got checks in the mail for several hundred dollars. They were so elated, and we were happy for them.
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                    When it was time to apply for the second phase of payments, we found out the final payment would be more. What we didn t expect was that the payout would be in thousands instead of hundreds. Our employees are part-time contract workers with no benefits, so knowing they were going to get a check for roughly the equivalent of one to two months pay was pretty exciting news. The paperwork was prepared for those who were eligible so that they would only have to sign their names. We divided them up and scheduled visits to 17 sites to get them signed.
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                    I was so hyped up as I went into each site, but played it cool. I had my presentation all planned out. I gathered the staff and putting on a somber face said, I want to let you all know that this round of the caregiver bonuses is not going to be for the same amount as last time, I explained, trying to keep a straight face. Most of the responses were along the lines of yeah, we thought it might be less and that s ok, anything helps , though their faces showed their disappointment. That s when I shared the good news with them. Yeah, instead of $XXX, the check amount will be $X,XXX. And oh, the responses that evoked.
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                    Eyes widened.
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                    You re kidding me.
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                    Please tell me you aren t joking.
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                    You don t know how much I need it.
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                    My heart swelled as I watched each person receive the good news with rejoicing. Of course, there were a few people who did not receive the news with a positive reaction. Right, I ll believe it when I see it or That s too good to be true , were just a couple of the responses. My heart hurt for those who didn t dare hope that something this good was intended for them. Whether they believed it or not, in a few months they will receive the payment. My parting advice to them all was don t spend it before you get it, because I could see they were already dreaming and picturing what they would do with their blessing.
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                    The experience for me was exhilarating, as strange as that may sound. It s not like I was personally responsible for the bonus. It wasn t my money or any money I had the authority to disperse. But it blessed me so much to share that news with them and see the joy in their faces.
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                    I was laying in bed one evening, reflecting on those moments with our staff and thanking God for what He was doing and the opportunity to be a part of it, and in that moment He showed me something. I should be as excited about sharing the Good News the gospel of Jesus Christ as I was about sharing this good financial news with the staff. Ouch!
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                    How many can say they get genuinely excited about going out and witnessing to others? I know a few who are bold and witness to everyone they come across. They take Jesus s instruction in Mark 16:15 to go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature, very seriously. It wouldn t surprise me if they even preached to the deer, the squirrels, their dog, and any other animals that cross their path. And then, I know some who are very shy and have anxiety about talking to people about anything, let alone their salvation. Most of us fall somewhere in between, knowing we should speak up but finding it awkward and not really knowing how to do it or what to say. We make it complicated, and often miss opportunities that come our way. At least, that is my experience.
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                    First we have to recognize what good news we have to share about salvation through the blood of Jesus, and we should be excited about it. We should want everyone to know about it. It is greater news than any monetary bonus that we might receive. Temporary vs Eternal. We know what He did for us and the hope we now have, and we should be excited about sharing that with others. We should be excited to see the joy on their faces when they hear they don t have to live with shame, guilt, and sin. We should be excited to see them give their hearts and burdens to the Lord and accept new life through Him. It s not anything we are doing, because only Jesus can do that for them. But we get to share that good news and lead them to Him.
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                    So how do we do this if we are someone who is a little backward or feels they don t know what to say? I have been trying to figure that out as well. And I am not a shy person. I do believe it starts with the power of the Holy Spirit. In Acts 1:8, Jesus tells his disciples, But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth. The Holy Spirit will lead us to the people we are to witness to, and will help us know what to say.
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                    Certainly we have to know who Jesus is and be able to explain the plan of salvation, and do so in a way the person will understand. That means we need to be reading our Bible and learning the Word of God. As our Pastor often quotes from 2 Timothy 2:15 Be diligent to present yourself approved to God, a worker who does not need to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.
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                    We also have to know how to share our own testimony, because that is extremely powerful. The first night I went out with the street ministry, I watched and listened as Tiffany shared her testimony with some of the homeless people who stopped to talk with us. They hung on every word she said. They realized that she knew exactly what they were going through, because she had been there. She shared how Jesus rescued her from addiction and homelessness and restored her family, and He could do the same for them. I saw the expressions on their faces. I saw the tears welling up in their eyes. Everyone has a testimony that will resonate with someone, and I believe the Holy Spirit will connect us with them. I love the scripture in 2 Corinthians 1:4 that says He is the God who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.
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                    Sharing your testimony means making yourself vulnerable and letting people know what you ve been through. I know that can be difficult we want to put the past behind us and there s stuff we d rather people didn t know about us. God knows all about us and forgives us, but people are not always so gracious. I am not saying publicly hang out all your dirty laundry not everyone needs to hear it. But in a one-on-one divine appointment, sharing your testimony could mean spiritual life or death for someone. That s when we should be most excited to share the Good News with someone, to let them know they are not alone in their experience and if Jesus did it for you, He will do it for them.
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                    I think we should be prepared to be witnesses on two different levels. We should be able to give a general testimony about who Jesus is and what He did to save the world and be ready to share that with anyone at any time. Then I think we need that specific, personal testimony ready to share when God puts us with someone who needs to hear it. There may even be different facets of your testimony that would apply. That s where we need the power of the Holy Spirit to direct us.
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                    A few months ago, I sat down and wrote out my testimony. I started with what was going on in my life before I got saved in my early thirties all the heartaches, loss, despair, shame, and guilt that broke my heart. I wrote about when and how I got saved and all the ways Jesus changed my life. I made an evidence list of examples of how God has worked in my life, answering prayers and bringing healing. It s not something I would share with just anyone and definitely would not publish, because it is very personal, but there are parts I know I could share that might help someone else.
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                    In the Book of Acts, Paul shares his testimony of when he met Jesus on the road to Damascus in two different passages (Acts 22, 26). It was his story, and even though it is recounted only a few times in scripture, I feel confident that he shared that testimony everywhere he went. It s what he opened with. When he went into a new place, he was prepared to share his story and the good news about Jesus. So be prepared. Write out your testimony and bring it down to a concise message. Mine is down to seven pages so, yeah, I m working on getting it down to specific talking points. Make a list of the things God has done for you, the prayers He has answered, and the mountains He has moved for you. It s your story, but you may have to review it from time to time to remind and encourage yourself. Once you have your testimony ready, and you have the knowledge of Christ, and the power of the Holy Spirit, the final ingredient we need is love. We have to love other people as much as Jesus loves us. We must love them enough to want to see them saved. What we say has to be said with love, and as Peter says, with gentleness and respect.
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                    We are the messengers of the Good News. Our directive is to share Jesus with others. Some will accept the message with joy and tears. And some will say they can t believe it and it sounds too good to be true. We will rejoice with those who accept it, but we can t be deterred by those who reject our message. Jesus reminded us that they are not rejecting us, but Him. All we can do is pray we have planted a seed and it will be the beginning of a new faith journey for someone.
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                    In January, our adult Sunday School class began a study of the book of Hebrews. There are three of us who teach the class, and we go through a rotation, taking turns teaching a chapter at a time. This method lent itself well to this book, as we clearly saw how each chapter was built on the previous one. Going into this study, I was familiar with some verses and chapters that are often taught or quoted, but I had never studied the book as a whole.
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                    The identity of the author is debated by everyone. Some scholars believe it is Paul, while others have suggested Luke, Barnabas, Apollos, and even Priscilla. We all agreed not to go there and just referred to him (or her) as the writer . I knew that Chapter 11 was known as the faith chapter and it contained the Hall of Faith, as some call it. We agreed that we couldn t go into too much detail on that one because you would have to read most of the Old Testament to get all the back stories. And lastly, I knew there were several often quoted verses, like Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever and Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen . We found new meaning in many of these scriptures as we studied them in the context of the whole book. We also agreed that there was a clear and simple message for the reader throughout the book.
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                    Better than what, some may ask? The quick comeback answer would be everything . If you were feeling a little more spiritual, you might respond that He s better than anything and everything because, as it says in John 1:3, All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. If you really want to understand and share why Jesus is better, read and study Hebrews.
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    Hebrews 7:25 Therefore He is able to save completely those who come to God through Him, because He always lives to intercede for them.
  
  
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                    The writer s message was directed to the Jewish Christians of the day. They had known the ways of Judiasm and the law. Presented with the message of the gospel, they had made the choice to leave Judiasm to follow Jesus. But now they were struggling. They were being persecuted by Jews. They were being persecuted by Romans. They lacked understanding about their new faith and who Jesus really is. The writer suggests in chapter 5 that they were spiritually immature, saying they still needed milk when they already should have been on solid food, which is for the mature. They were struggling to the point that many were considering going back to Judiasm going back to what was old and familiar and comfortable. The easy way on the path of least resistance. And so, chapter after chapter, the writer lays out why they shouldn t and couldn t go back.
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    Hebrews 10:26-27 If we deliberately keep on sinning after we have received the knowledge of the truth, no sacrifice for sins is left, but only a fearful expectation of judgment and of raging fire that will consume the enemies of God.
  
  
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                    During class, I asked for a volunteer to come up and ring a bell. Then I asked her to unring it. Her expression was priceless. It couldn t be done. You can t unring a bell. Likewise, once you know that Jesus is the Son of God and you know that He gave His life and shed His blood for your salvation and eternal life, you cannot unknow it. You can only reject Him and the free gift of salvation. If they were to return to Judiasm, they would be rejecting Jesus. According to the writer, they would have trampled the Son of God under foot and treated as an unholy thing the blood of the covenant that sanctified Him and insulted the Spirit of grace (Hebrews 10).
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                    In the chapters leading up to these verses, the writer explained how the animal sacrifices offered once a year by the high priest were inferior to the sacrifice made by Jesus, our High Priest in the order of Melchizedek, who sacrificed Himself, once and for all. The Jewish high priest had to make the sacrifice yearly, atoning first for his own sins. It was impossible for animal blood to take away sin; it could only cover it, and only for a short time, so it had to be repeated. I gave the example of when I used to color my hair. The day I went to the salon to have it colored, it looked great. But as my hair grew in the next few weeks, the grey hair started coming back through. I had to touch it up every three or four weeks. I would have loved a solution that allowed me to color my hair once and never have to touch it up again. (That solution doesn t exist, unfortunately. The closest thing would be wearing a wig!)
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                    Jesus gave the better sacrifice, because it did more than cover sin -- it took it away. If the Jewish Christians turned their backs on Jesus to return to Judiasm, there really was no sacrifice left for them because the animal blood could never do that.
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                    The writer cautions the Jewish Christians not to harden their hearts toward Jesus, the way the Israelites hardened theirs toward God in the desert after the exodus. Those who did never saw the promised land, but instead they died in the desert. In Hebrews 3:12, it says See to it, brothers, that none of you has a sinful, unbelieving heart that turns away from the living God. If they rejected God s Son, they would be rejecting God.
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                    Starting at chapter 1 and continuing through chapter 13, the writer encourages them by explaining how Jesus is better than the angels, better than Moses, and better than the Old Testament Priesthood. The new covenant is also greater than the old, which is obsolete and aging and will soon disappear (Hebrews 8:13). It challenged their traditional thinking and old beliefs. The writer wanted them to see that Jesus is the better sacrifice, the better hope, which is an anchor for the soul. The writer also talks about how living by faith is better than going through the motions of rituals and rules, which is why there is a faith chapter that talks about OT heroes who God commended because of their great faith. 
  
  
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                    Just like the Jewish Christians, there are Christians today who are struggling in their walk with Christ, for a variety of reasons. They could be going through a difficult life event death, divorce, anxiety or depression, drug addiction, homelessness, cancer. They could be newly converted and undiscipled, trying to figure out what it means to have a relationship with Jesus. They could have been hurt by someone, perhaps even by their church. Or perhaps their decision to follow Christ is making life difficult at home because their spouse doesn t feel the same way and it is causing friction in their relationship. They may have feelings of low self-esteem that makes them doubt their worthiness.
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                    Whatever the reason, there are believers right now who are thinking that it might be easier to just quit and not try anymore. They think what if they could just go back to the way things were before the old, the familiar, and the comfortable. The easy way on the path of least resistance. We have to be on the lookout for them so that we can step in and encourage them. That is why we should not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing (Hebrews 10). We need to come together as a body to encourage one another, even more so as the Day approaches because the attacks will intensify as that time draws near. If you are only coming to church for what you will get out of it, I urge you to rethink that. It s also about what you bring to the body and the good you can do for your brothers and sisters by using your gifts and talents, and by encouraging and mentoring others. God will use you to minister to others, and He will use others to minister to you.
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                    Just like the writer of Hebrews, we must be ready to make our case not only to the unsaved, but also to those battle-weary believers who are ready to quit and remind them that Jesus is better. There is nothing in our old life before we accepted Christ that could be better than Him. What could there possibly be in your old life that is worth giving up Jesus? What is there to go back to?
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                    I never want to go back to who I was before I knew Jesus. He has taken my sin, my shame, my guilt. He has given me hope and love, purpose and meaning. Do I still make mistakes and sin? Of course, but now I have a better way to deal with it. I ask for forgiveness, and He forgives. Will there still be difficult times and situations in life? Of course, but now I have someone I can trust to take care of me, fight my battles, and work all things for my good. I have someone who can teach me a better way and a better life. He proves Himself faithful, time and time again. Corrie Ten Boom said, In order to realize the worth of the anchor, we need to feel the stress of the storm. If you are feeling discouraged, don t give up. The Lord disciplines those He loves. Hebrews 12:7 tells us to endure hardship as discipline; God is treating you as sons. It goes on to say that God disciplines us for our good that we may share in His holiness and that this produces a harvest of righteousness and peace. Whatever you are going through or facing in your life, Jesus has a better way, a better plan, a better love, a better hope, and a better peace than anything or anyone else can offer.
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                    John 15:5 8 5 I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. 6 If you do not remain in me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned. 7 If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. 8 This is to my Father s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.My daughter gifted me a 23andMe test kit for Christmas. Both she and her father had submitted their samples and received their results last year. The reports not only showed what countries or nationalities they were descendant from, but also noted health issues or conditions they may be genetically disposed to having and the likelihood by a percentage. We didn t see many surprises, except for the fact that there was no Native American in their profiles. Both me and my husband had been told growing up...
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      <description>We have a couple of young women in our church, Amber Cook and Desireah Oliveri, who have a very special and anointed gift. When either of them ministers, it takes our worship service to another level. Some call what they do mime, while others call it interpretative dance. I don t really care what label you want to put on it, it is beautiful and moving. I think one of the key elements is their song choices. They have done a few contemporary songs you might hear on Christian radio, but most of the time they choose songs many of us are not familiar with. They are soulful and deep, rich in praise for our Lord. The combination of the songs and their heartfelt motions and interpretations draw you into God s presence.Sometime around Easter, Amber ministered to a song some may have known, but I had never heard. The song was This Blood (written by Rita Springer). It has the sound and feel of an older hymn, but it is probably less than 15 years old. The words, the music, the message the song...</description>
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                    We have a couple of young women in our church, Amber Cook and Desireah Oliveri, who have a very special and anointed gift. When either of them ministers, it takes our worship service to another level. Some call what they do mime, while others call it interpretative dance. I don t really care what label you want to put on it, it is beautiful and moving. I think one of the key elements is their song choices. They have done a few contemporary songs you might hear on Christian radio, but most of the time they choose songs many of us are not familiar with. They are soulful and deep, rich in praise for our Lord. The combination of the songs and their heartfelt motions and interpretations draw you into God s presence.
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                    Sometime around Easter, Amber ministered to a song some may have known, but I had never heard. The song was This Blood (written by Rita Springer). It has the sound and feel of an older hymn, but it is probably less than 15 years old. The words, the music, the message the song is anointed, as is Amber, so I can tell you that church was an exciting place to be that day and the several times she has done it since. You will find all the lyrics and a link at the end of this article, and I encourage you to read the words and to listen to the song.
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                    A particular lyric caught my ear and introduced to me to a new term, and it has been stuck in my head and heart ever since. So pour it out and, To cleanse my soul, And let its liquid Glory flow, Because it lives, To make me whole . Liquid Glory! Liquid Glory! What a beautiful description of the blood of Jesus! There are a lot of scriptures about the blood of Jesus and a lot of songs about the blood of Jesus, but never had I heard anyone use this term to describe it. A quick Google search of liquid glory only brought up the song, This Blood , a painting, and an instrumental piano song.
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                    The artist, Rick J. Delanty, said about his painting, Liquid Glory is about the idea that all Creation speaks of its inception at the hands of God, and reveals attributes of God in its, power, depth, glory, and creativity. I think he was on to something. In looking up the definition of glory from a biblical perspective, it means the divine presence of God; the revelation of God in Christ.
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                    As Christians, we understand the meaning and importance of the blood. We see its power and saving grace when we read about the first Passover. The Hebrew families each took the blood of an innocent lamb and applied it to their doorposts. When the angel of death passed over Egypt that night, taking the first born male of every person and animal, their families were spared if their household had applied the blood. It was a foreshadowing of the blood sacrifice that Jesus, the innocent Lamb of God, would make to take away our sins. But until Jesus came, the blood sacrifice of animals was required to make atonement.
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    Hebrews 9:19-22 -- 19 When Moses had proclaimed every command of the law to all the people, he took the blood of calves, together with water, scarlet wool and branches of hyssop, and sprinkled the scroll and all the people. 20 He said, This is the blood of the covenant, which God has commanded you to keep. 21 In the same way, he sprinkled with the blood both the tabernacle and everything used in its ceremonies. 22 In fact, the law requires that nearly everything be cleansed with blood, and without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness.
  
  
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                    Without the shedding of blood, there is no forgiveness. The price had to be paid. The first verse of the song says, There is a blood, That cost a life, That paid my way, Death its price, When it flowed, Down from the cross, My sins were gone, My sins forgot . The blood that Jesus shed was no ordinary blood. It wasn t like that from a lamb, or a bull, or a goat. Their blood had been accepted in sacrifices, but those had to be continually repeated. Imagine if we still had to do that today under the Law! We say it so much it can become clich , but it shouldn t Jesus shed His blood once and for all. His blood is magnificent. His blood is everlasting. His blood is glorious! It wasn t just any blood it was His blood that was shed. It is Liquid Glory the divine presence of God flowing from His Son for our forgiveness. It has the same attributes and power today that it had on the day He was crucified the power to save, to heal, to free, and to cleanse. Thank you, Jesus, for your liquid Glory!
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                    Jesus really did do it once, for all, for me, for you. If you don t yet know Him, you can right now. There s nothing you ve done that can t be forgiven. He created you, He knows all about you, and He wants a relationship with you. He gave His life and shed His blood so that you could be reconciled to Him for all eternity. Ask Him to forgive your sins, to cleanse you, make you whole, set you free, and to become the Lord of your life. Let Him pour His liquid Glory over you and over your life. What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
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                    His name was Mowser, or at least that is what I called him. Sure, it was a play on the word mouser and he was a good one, but I also chose it because he was so vocal. He would show up at the back door, crying mow, mow, mow persistently until we came out to feed and pet him. He knew he could come to our house for breakfast and dinner, and anytime in between if he were hungry. He didn t really belong to us, or anyone else in the neighborhood as far as I can tell. I think he slept in a neighbor s barn when the weather was rainy. In the winter, my husband set up a heated box for him on the porch and he slept there most nights.
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                    Before anyone berates me for keeping him outside, please know that we offered for him to come in, and he politely declined. In fact, he totally freaked out when I did bring him inside and he couldn t wait to get back out. He was always welcome if he ever changed his mind. In the meantime, we made sure he had food, water and shelter. We removed ticks and applied flea medicine, brushed his fur, and give him lots of petting. Even so, I think we didn t so much adopt him as he adopted us.
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                    When Mowser first showed up around our property, I tried calling to him. Here, kitty kitty. Come here and let me love you. (Which is less creepy than it sounds when I use my sweet kitty-calling voice.) He would stop and stare at me. When I took a step in his direction, he bolted. This did not deter me. Every time I saw him, I would say the same thing. One evening, when I got out of the car, he was closer than I had ever seen him. I called to him again, expecting the same reaction, but was surprised to see him coming my way. Softly, I stroked his head and he rubbed against my legs. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. He looked scrawny, so I gave him a little bit of food, even though I was worried about what my husband would say about me feeding a stray. That worry didn t last long when I caught him feeding the cat a few days later. I feigned righteous indignation, threw my hands up in the air and said, Well, thanks a lot; I guess we have to keep him now!
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                    Feeding a stray animal, or helping one that is hurt or sick, isn t too hard for most people. Like me, you probably have a friend or two who is notorious for taking in strays, or aiding lost or injured animals. You may be that person. I mean, really, who can resist sad puppy eyes, or baby kitty mews that say I m hungry -- feed me! Temporarily taking in a stray or injured animal isn t too inconvenient either. You can put the animal in a cage or a box or something similar to keep it from messing in your house, to keep it separate from your pets, or to keep it from biting someone in your household, until you can take it to the vet or shelter. Often, though, you become too attached to let them go, and they become a part of your family, which was the case with our cat, Oscar. My husband found him on a job site. His mother had been run over by something. The poor kitty was all alone and crying, so of course he brought him home. At first I said no, find him a home. He did try, but had no takers. I knew once I named him Oscar that he wasn t going anywhere. Twelve plus years later, he is still my baby kitty .
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                    As a society, we have the animal rescue thing down to a science, with most everyone on board. Not so much with people. I get it. People are a little harder to rescue. You can t put a person in a box or a cage in your garage (can you say kidnapping ?) and it s probably not prudent to offer a person on the street your spare bedroom. Even if you did, it would be a temporary arrangement. It s unlikely the person would be invited to become a permanent member of your household. Fortunately, there are several homeless shelters for men, women, and families here in Charleston. They seem to stay full, and people are still living on the streets. I ve heard people in the know say that many choose to stay on the street, even if offered a warm bed for the night. They remind me of Mowser in that respect they don t want to come in, but they know where they can get a hot meal if they need one. Many of the homeless also struggle with mental illness or addiction, which makes assisting them all the more difficult.
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                    Let s be honest. Most of us turn a blind eye to the homeless situation. We pass them by, thinking to ourselves that if they really wanted help, they would get it. I think the panhandlers we see at the shopping centers have made us a little jaded toward the homeless. Their will work for food signs come across as insincere. I ve had friends tell me that they have gone through a drive-thru and offered them food, only for them to snub their nose at it. What they really want is cash, whether it is to pad their pocket or to buy drugs or alcohol. You also see the same people year after year, sometimes in the same place. I guess they don t think anyone will remember what they look like?
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                    For every fake panhandler, there are dozens of people who are truly homeless and need a helping hand. Scriptures in both the Old and New Testaments tell us we should help the poor and needy. We should not withhold assistance if it is within our means to help. In 1 John 3, it asks how can the love of God be in us if we see people in need and have no compassion for them? Despite what the experts say, no one really chooses to live on the street. Even if the person professes that to be the case, it is the illness talking, whether that illness is a mental one or is based in addiction. No one says that they want to be homeless when they grow up.
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                    Within the last year, Spirit Life Fellowship started its street ministry on the east end of Charleston. One of the city s homeless shelters for women and families is in this area of town. It is also very close to our state capitol grounds. Many of the homeless of Charleston are in this area. It started with a handful of people going down to Washington Street after church and handing out water bottles and tracts. They talked to people and prayed with them. Then more recently, one of our members stepped up to lead the efforts on the street. Kathy Hudson has already made her name (and number) known among the homeless community. She and her team have prayed and ministered to people, and we are beginning to see the results. For example, a homeless man, who was in a wheelchair and very ill, has been placed in a nursing home and reunited with his family. Another family has been reunited, thanks to the team s efforts to get them furnishings for a new home so that the children could be returned to their care. It s one thing to talk to people about Jesus and hand out tracks. It s another to take the time to really listen to their hurts and their needs and take action. Yes, they need Jesus. They also need a roof over their head and food on the table and hope for a better future. They need delivered from illness, addiction, low self-worth, and poverty. Jesus can do all those things for them, and more, but we all have a role to play in the process.
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                    Each person living on the streets is a precious soul created and loved by God. Their worth is the same as every other person on earth. They each have stories as to what path brought them to the streets. We can be a part of the rest of their story of how they found their way back through the love of Christ. What amazing testimonies they will have! So, I don t think the question is will you volunteer for the SLF street ministry, but how will you volunteer for the SLF street ministry? As a church, we have to be united in this effort. That doesn t mean that every person will actually be on the street ministering directly to the people. Not everyone is cut out for that work, but if you are willing to try, others can teach you. As Jesus told his disciples when he sent them out to minister, we must be as shrewd as snakes but as gentle as doves. Still, there is plenty of work that needs to be completed behind the scenes. Some will be collecting, organizing and packaging supplies. Some will be donating money and/or supplies. You might have to come in before a street ministry event and make 200 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or put together goody bags of hygiene products. Some will be praying during the street ministry outreach. Some will be teaching and discipling those new converts who choose to come to our church. More roles may emerge as the ministry grows and other needs are identified. Each of us can play a role in this ministry. Don t ever think that just because you are not physically on the streets that you are not a part of the ministry. The truth is that some of the most effective workers on the streets will be the people who came from there.
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                    We want to touch as many lives as possible. Not every story will have a happy ending. Not everyone will accept Jesus. Not everyone will accept our help. We cannot let that discourage us from trying. We have to focus on the ones who will accept help and the message of the gospel, and continue praying for all. We each have to step up and be a part of the process. Working together, we are the hands and feet of Christ.
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      <description>In Part 1, we covered the story of the Tower of Babel in Genesis 11. To sum it up briefly, the people found a comfortable place and wanted to settle and put down roots, but God s plan was for them to scatter and fill the earth. The people came together and built a tower that reached high into the heavens. It was a monument to their ingenuity and skills. It glorified man, not God. God could have destroyed the tower and even the people, but instead found a better way to move them along to fulfill His purpose. He said, Come let Us go down and there confuse their language , which meant the Father, Son and Holy Spirit worked together to confuse their language, which naturally separated them into groups that then spread out all over the world. The word babel means a confused mixture of sounds or voices. So you would hear a mix of languages and may not understand them, but someone could. This is opposed to babble, with two b s, which is foolish or meaningless chatter.So what does this have ...</description>
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      In Part 1, we covered the story of the Tower of Babel in Genesis 11. To sum it up briefly, the people found a comfortable place and wanted to settle and put down roots, but God s plan was for them to scatter and fill the earth. The people came together and built a tower that reached high into the heavens. It was a monument to their ingenuity and skills. It glorified man, not God. God could have destroyed the tower and even the people, but instead found a better way to move them along to fulfill His purpose. He said, Come let Us go down and there confuse their language , which meant the Father, Son and Holy Spirit worked together to confuse their language, which naturally separated them into groups that then spread out all over the world. The word babel means a confused mixture of sounds or voices. So you would hear a mix of languages and may not understand them, but someone could. This is opposed to babble, with two b s, which is foolish or meaningless chatter.
    
    
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    So what does this have to do with Pentecost?
  
  
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      Leviticus 23:21 And you shall proclaim on the same day that it is a holy convocation to you. You shall do no customary work on it. It shall be a statute forever in all your dwellings throughout your generations.
    
    
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    Pentecost is part of the Jewish Feast of Shavouth, or Feast of Weeks. Pentecost literally means 50. It was observed 50 days after the wave offering of Passover and celebrates the end of the grain harvest. All Jewish males were to return to Jerusalem for this sacred assembly (holy convocation). That is why there were so many people in Jerusalem when the disciples were in the upper room waiting for the Promise of the Father as Jesus had instructed them.
  
  
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      Acts 2:1-4 When the Day of Pentecost had fully come, they were all with one accord in one place. And suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting. Then there appeared to them divided tongues, as of fire, and one sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.
    
    
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    Pentecost is one of the annual Jewish feasts, as outlined in Leviticus 23. However, for Christians it has come to mean something else. It is the day that the Holy Spirit, the Promise, was given to the Church. And what happened when the Spirit came upon them? They began to speak in different tongues, or languages. They still had their native language, but now they had new ones that they didn t necessarily even understand. This ability came to them through the Holy Spirit, who was also present at the Tower of Babel when the people were given new languages. That is what ties Babel to Pentecost the presence of the Holy Spirit gifting people with languages. The disciples were all speaking in different tongues, but in this instance the purpose was not to confuse them or scatter them, but to bring people together.
  
  
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      Acts 2:5-11 And there were dwelling in Jerusalem Jews, devout men, from every nation under heaven. And when this sound occurred, the multitude came together, and were confused, because everyone heard them speak in his own language. Then they were all amazed and marveled, saying to one another, Look, are not all these who speak Galileans? And how is it that we hear, each in our own language in which we were born? Parthians and Medes and Elamites, those dwelling in Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya adjoining Cyrene, visitors from Rome, both Jews and proselytes, Cretans and Arabs we hear them speaking in our own tongues the wonderful works of God. 
    
    
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    At first it was confusing to the Jews who were in Jerusalem for the feast. These simple Galilean fishermen, who were not wordly men, were speaking the wonderful works of God in all their languages it was a babel, a confused mixture of sounds, but sounds with meaning. The Jews had come to Jerusalem from all over the world and spoke many different languages. Now each of them were hearing them speak in each of those languages so that everyone that day heard the same message. What once was a barrier among them was removed. Instead of dividing them as it did in Babel, it united them. It brought them back together in one mind, and in one accord.
  
  
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    Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.
  
  
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    At the Tower of Babel, the scattering of the people by the confusion of their language may have felt like a punishment, but it had purpose for the good of mankind. What seemed like a punishment was flipped around for good on the Day of Pentecost, used by God to bring His people together.
  
  
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    Of the nine gifts of the Holy Spirit, two deal with tongues different kinds of tongues and interpretation of tongues. Of course, man has come up with technology to translate languages. You can even ask Siri to translate something for you. But there are some languages that only God knows and we can speak to Him in those languages and only He will understand. The enemy can try to listen in on your conversation with God when you pray in tongues, but he will never know what you are saying. God can speak through us to others when we speak in tongues. That s when we need an interpretation of tongues. God will let the person with gift of interpretation know what the speaker has said so that he can speak it out for everyone to understand. If we speak in tongues, we are to pray to give the interpretation ourselves. With the interpretation comes prophecy and edification.
  
  
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    So is it nonsense language? It would be easy to argue that if it weren t for the thousands of testimonies of people who heard someone who was speaking in tongues doing so in their own language when the speaker had no idea what was being said. The following examples can be found on the web site: http://enrichmentjournal.ag.org/201501/201501_010_Tongues.cfm
  
  
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    Tongues of Praise -- While attending North Central Bible School (now North Central University), Merlin Lund prayed for the baptism in the Holy Spirit. Time after time, he sought the Lord, but nothing happened. Then one day in prayer, he started making clicking sounds. The noise surprised everyone, but most told him, That s not the Holy Ghost. Just come back tomorrow, and we ll continue praying. A year later, a visiting missionary heard Lund make the clicking sounds and, as one eyewitness put it, about went into orbit. Oh, if you can hear how he s praising the Lord, the missionary exclaimed. The visiting missionary recognized the clicks as Zulu. Lund eventually moved to South Africa as a missionary and ministered among the different tribes there, including the Zulu.
  
  
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    Tongues of Deliverance -- Kathy Buckles went on a short-term missions trip to Costa Rica with some members of her church. Once she arrived, Kathy prayed, Please Lord, let me pray in tongues in the language the people here understand. One evening, as Buckles prayed with a distressed woman, her prayers turned into tongues. She kept praying with the woman until she felt a release from the Lord. When Buckles walked away, the thought came to mind that she had actually spoken in Spanish when praying for the upset woman. The next morning, the resident missionary, Rick Ryan, told Buckles he was standing nearby as she prayed in tongues the night before. He told her she spoke in fluent Spanish, and because of her prayer, the Lord delivered the woman from an evil spirit, saved her, and baptized her in the Holy Spirit. When Buckles asked the Lord to let her pray in the local language, she had no idea how He would answer her prayer. She simply trusted the Lord, and the Holy Spirit did a marvelous miracle.
  
  
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    Tongues of Prophecy -- Murray and Marjorie Brown served as missionaries to West Africa from 1940 to 1980. Not long after arriving in West Africa, the couple welcomed their first child into the world, a baby girl named Ruth Elaine. Little did they know a decade would pass before they would have another child. They prayed repeatedly over the ensuing years as they faced one failed pregnancy after another. They almost gave up, but God had a miracle in store. While serving in Dapango (now Dapaon), Togo, Marjorie overhead an African child praying in English: You re going to have another baby, and it will be a boy. When he is born, you will know nothing is impossible with God! But the African child couldn t speak English. He was simply praying in tongues. God spoke a prophetic word through the young child specifically for Marjorie a word not only of encouragement but also of promise. This promise was realized on September 9, 1950, with the birth of Murray Nelson Brown Jr. at the Ridge Hospital in Accra, Ghana. He now serves as executive director of Teen Challenge of Greater Cleveland in Ohio.
  
  
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    Our church is a non-denominational Pentecostal church. The designation of Pentecostal goes directly to what happened in the upper room on the Day of Pentecost. We believe in the special filling of the Holy Spirit as evidenced by the speaking of tongues. There are churches that do not believe that speaking in tongues is for today s Church. I cannot find anywhere in the Bible where it says there was an expiration date on that gift. I do read that God s gifts and calling are without repentance. I read that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever. I read throughout Acts of instances where the disciples were ministering and the Holy Spirit filled the people, who then spoke in tongues. Paul addresses the issue of tongues in 1 Corinthians 14, which I recommend you read for yourself.
  
  
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    Thank you Holy Spirit for our native tongues, which you created, as well as for our heavenly language which allows us to speak to our God our Father, indiscernible to our enemy, and for the ability to speak God s wonderful works in all languages and edify the Church.
  
  
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      <description>The observance of Pentecost Sunday was almost overshadowed by a controversy that raged on social media.Did you hear yanny or laurel when a sound clip was played? The people who heard yanny were adamant that was what they heard. The people who heard laurel were equally fervent in their insistence that was what the voice was saying. It was an issue that divided couples, friends, neighbors, siblings, co workers with each person convinced that he or she was right. And they were. It turns out you heard one or the other depending on the frequency it was played on and the frequencies your brain interprets, or something like that. I was a little skeptical. I had played it on multiple devices and always heard yanny . Then they played it over the sound system at church and I heard laurel plain as day. Mind blown.It actually couldn t have come at a better time, as I was going to be teaching about the Tower of Babel that Sunday. Speaking the same language as those around you is pretty i...</description>
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      It actually couldn t have come at a better time, as I was going to be teaching about the Tower of Babel that Sunday. Speaking the same language as those around you is pretty important. If you don t understand them and they don t understand you, it can create many hindrances. Informal sign language will only get you so far before you are doing charades to figure out where to find the nearest ladies room. However, even speaking the same language can bring misunderstanding. Your words can be misinterpreted by someone because of their filters. Someone may take offense from something you said when no offense was intended. In other cases, accents or local vernacular can trip up communications. Think about someone from Georgia talking to someone from Massachusetts, or someone from Louisiana trying to converse with someone from New York City.
    
    
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      Unfortunately, most of us in the USA speak only one language. While most of us take Spanish or French in high school, we rarely become conversational in those languages. I can tell you I don t know and I am tired in French, but that s about the extent of my ability. I really wish I had learned to speak another language, aside from hillbilly and sarcasm . (I am quite fluent in both, y all.)
    
    
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      The story of the Tower of Babel was always bothered me. I didn t get it. Might as well call it the Tower of Baffle, I thought. I was baffled by it. But when God tells you to study because it has some tie to Pentecost, you roll up your sleeves and pray and ask Him to reveal the mystery to you. I always start by looking up the definitions of important or key words. The word origin for Babel is from the Hebrew for gate of God . Its location and name would indicate this would be the place that became known as Babylon. The word babel (lowercase) means a confused mixture of sounds or voices. Imagine walking into the lobby of the United Nations building during a large gathering. You would hear people talking in many different languages at the same time. It would be a confused mixture of voices, unless you spoke or understood one or more of the languages being spoken. The word babel is often confused with babble (2 b s), but they are different words with different meanings. Babble means to talk idly, excessively, foolishly, meaninglessly; to chatter. It is talk that no one would want or need to understand. It s cute when babies do it, but otherwise it would be unprofitable or even not translatable.
    
    
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        Genesis 11: 1-4 Now the whole earth had one language and one speech. And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar, and they dwelt there. Then they said to one another, Come, let us make bricks and bake them thoroughly. They had brick for stone, and they had asphalt for mortar. And they said, Come, let us build ourselves a city, and a tower whose top is in the heavens; let us make a name for ourselves, lest we be scattered abroad over the face of the whole earth. 
      
      
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      The whole earth had one language, but there wasn t the huge population like we think of the world today. These people were the descendants of Noah and his sons. It took many generations to increase the population from 8 people to this group of people in the plain of Shinar. In Genesis 10, which is referred to as the Table of Nations, we read about the descendants of Shem, Ham and Japeth. Shem s descendants become the Hebrews, Chaldeans, Assyrians, Persians and Syrians. Ham s are Canaanites, Egyptians, Philistines, Hittites and Amorites. Japeth becomes the Greeks, Thracians, Scythians. When you think about these peoples you can picture the different parts of the world where they were found and how they spoke different languages, among other differences. This was all part of God s plan to repopulate and fill the earth after the flood.
    
    
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      God was pretty clear in His expectations. He wanted them to grow their families and move into all areas of the earth. And multiply they did, but at this point they were all still together. But they are having growing pains. They know what they are supposed to do but they don t want to do that. They wanted to stay together, like a baby bird not wanting to fly out of the nest. But then they come upon the plain in Shinar with its wide open spaces. There is plenty of room for everyone. It is located between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. The presence of water means plant and animal life. It was almost paradise. So they decide they should settle there, rather than be scattered. Unfortunately, they were both short-sighted and disobedient. Shortsighted, because one day even this plain could not hold all of them. Worse, they were disobedient because it was in rebellion to what God s plan was for them to fill the earth. He didn t say settle He said go!
    
    
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      Christians often get caught in these growing pains. God is growing us in a direction of our calling and we are resistant. We don t wanna. It seems scary or too hard. We find ourselves in a sweet, comfy place and we don t want to move from there. We know we are called to do something more but we are content to stay in our lane and ride it out. But that course is short-sighted and disobedient. You are doing God s work today, which is good, but there is a higher calling for you for tomorrow and you are avoiding it.
    
    
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      God did not stop them from building the city or the tower. He will let you go through with your plans because sometimes we have to learn things the hard way. Ever sit back and let your kids do that? Certainly you don t let them do anything that will cause them harm, but sometimes you allow them the opportunity to learn something the hard way. They didn t want to listen to your advice or direction, so let them figure it out on their own. And sometimes you have to step in and intervene.
    
    
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      These next verses were the ones that baffled me as a young Christian. The first time I read it sounded to me like the people posed a threat to God and if He didn t do something to stop them it would be too late. Maybe they could build a tower straight to heaven? While I was reading it in a language I understood, I didn t interpret it or understand it the way it was intended.
    
    
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      As Christians, we know the value of being in one mind and one accord. These people were in one mind, one accord and they all spoke the same language and wanted the same thing. They were smart and industrious. Truly they could do just about anything they put their minds to if they worked hard enough. They could have stayed on that plain and in that city and lived their lives without God. We all have that choice. But this was not God s plan. He had already started over once and He had promised not to destroy the earth by flood ever again. He doesn t say He wants to destroy them, but He wants to keep them on track to fulfill His plan because that is what is best for all mankind. I love having freewill, but I also love having a Father that knows when I need to be saved from myself.
    
    
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      The light bulb goes off for me when I read, Come let Us . Notice the capital U in Us. Who is Us? The Holy Trinity Father, Son and Holy Spirit working together. God had a plan. It was His will that the people inhabit the whole earth, not just one comfy recliner, bean bag, porch swing corner of it. It didn t matter how smart they were or how industrious or clever or strong willed the people were, they were never going to be stronger than God. The creation would never best the Creator. And instead of punishing their rebellion with something like earthquakes, fire from heaven, fiery serpents or other natural disasters or predators, He found a simple way to get them moving by changing their language. This was when all the languages of the earth were born of the Spirit through the Godhead. Those who could understand each other were drawn together, just like the people who heard yanny or laurel teamed up.
    
    
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      With the people naturally separating into language groups, the Lord then begins to scatter them. It s hard to know how long this actually took, but it was under the guidance of God He scattered them. This would not be the only time God scattered a rebellious people. When Israel became a rebellious nation under the rule of evil kings, God allowed them to be taken into captivity by their enemies. This was known as the diaspora (which means I scatter ) or dispersion of the Jews. Israel was taken first and then Judah, ironically enough by the king of Babylon. They had turned their backs on God, serving idols and other gods. In captivity, Jews lived all over the world and adapted to the languages spoken in their new countries.
    
    
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        Psalm 103:12 --As far as the east is from the west, So far has He removed our transgressions from us.
      
      
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    It was a Thursday morning when God decided to have a little chat with me. I know it was Thursday because I was behind the garbage truck coming out our road. The water company is working on the road, laying new pipe, and that means we get stopped and have to wait our turn, alternating with traffic on the one available lane on an already narrow road.
  
  
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    Sitting behind a garbage truck doesn t give you the best view, but I am a person with an active imagination. I think about weird stuff, like hey, we produced two of the hundreds of bags of garbage on that truck. Yep, doing our part. Then I began to wonder about what all kinds of things were in all those bags of garbage and where it goes and what happens to it. The wait is getting longer and the smell of the garbage truck has finally made its way to me. Now I am a little less interested in the hidden treasures of the garbage truck and more interested in them hurrying up and letting us through. That s when the Lord chimes in.
  
  
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    He asks me if I would like to follow the garbage truck to the landfill and dig through the pile to find my old bags of garbage. I am taken a little aback by this question. Of course not, I say. I threw that stuff away and I paid to have it hauled off so I don t ever have to look at it again. It has probably rotted and decayed and smells even worse that this garbage truck. Why would I ever want it back? I don t know, He says, why do you keep going back to your past, dwelling on sins that I have already forgiven? Why do you go looking for them when I have already paid the price to have them washed away and removed them as far as the east is from the west?
  
  
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    Great question. I wish I had an equally great answer, but the truth is I don t know why we do this to ourselves, but we do. I don t know why we allow stinking thinking (a Zig Ziglar term, if you are familiar with him) to take over. I don t know why sometimes I take a trip down memory lane, open the skeleton closet, and make myself examine all the old and ugly things that are in there. These are things that I have done that I am ashamed of, things I wouldn t want anyone to know, things that unfortunately some people do know about, and I can t undo a single one of them. Those kinds of thoughts can snowball and get you to thinking that you are the worst human being ever and what is the point of trying. That s when we have to check ourselves and remember that If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9). When I repented and asked Jesus to forgive me and be the Savior of my life, He forgave me my sin.
  
  
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      Isaiah 43:18-19; 25 -- Do not remember the former things, Nor consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing, Now it shall spring forth; Shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness And rivers in the desert.
    
    
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    Nowhere in the Bible does it say that we should forgive ourselves. It simply says that we must trust God. We trust that when we repented and asked for forgiveness of our sins that Jesus washed us clean. Our sins are covered by His blood and can no longer be seen by the Father. They are cast away as far as the east is from the west. We often hear people say that they have been cast into the Sea of Forgetfulness, another term you will not find in scripture either. It is a reference to Micah 7:19.
  
  
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      Micah 7:19 -- He will again have compassion on us, And will subdue our iniquities. You will cast all our sins Into the depths of the sea.
    
    
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    While we aren t specifically told or directed that we need to forgive ourselves, it is something we should be able to do. Jesus takes our sin, our guilt and our shame. If we continue to carry it around with us, instead of trusting Him with it, we are saying that He isn t strong enough or powerful enough we re saying that our sin is bigger than Him, and that s just not true. It s a big lie and you know where it s from. Once we give our sin and shame over to Jesus it is no longer ours. He has already paid the price for its removal, and it s His now, just like the garbage man who comes and takes away your trash. It s not your garbage anymore it belongs to the waste removal company. Jesus covers our sin, takes it far away from us and leaves it in a place to no longer be remembered. Yet, we manage to find our way there, dig it back up and put it back on display, and then we worry about what others would think if they knew what we have done. So what if they did? The Bible may not say anything about forgiving yourself but it says plenty about forgiving others, and it says that all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.
  
  
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      Matthew 6:14-15-- For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.
    
    
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      Colossians 3:12-15 -- Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection. And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful.
    
    
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    I have found most people are compassionate and forgiving, but I have met my share of unforgiving people, too. It makes me sad that they have an unforgiving spirit. Forgiveness sets you free, not necessarily the person you are forgiving. It s nice to be forgiven, but I can t make someone forgive me. It would be nice to know that all is forgiven and we can have peace between us. However, all I can do is repent and ask them and God for forgiveness. I know God will forgive me, but the person has to make that choice. Forgiving isn t always easy to do. I have had to ask the Lord to help me forgive in some cases, and He did, but it took some time. The Bible says that love covers a multitude of sins, meaning when we love each other like Christ loves us, we can find our way to forgiveness.
  
  
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    It s a common saying that you can t move forward if you keep looking back. When we go back to the rotting garbage, we get stuck there, more rooted in our past than invested in our future. God wants to use each one of us. He has a plan for our lives. He is a now God. He is a future God. The past is gone. In 2 Corinthians 5:17 we read: Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new. We cannot serve God and fulfill the plan He has for us if we keep beating ourselves up over the things in our past.
  
  
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    Jesus has already taken out your garbage and He won t ever bring it back to you. It s forgotten. So how would you feel if the garbage man brought back all your garbage from the past year and dumped it on your front lawn? You would be upset, irate and maybe even a little indignant. You would be calling the garbage removal company to give them a piece of your mind. You paid good money to have that garbage removed and they had no right to bring it back; it s not your problem anymore. I wonder if that s how Jesus feels when we keep bringing our sins back up and reliving the shame and guilt. He paid the highest price possible to remove those sins, and we really have no right to try to hold on to them. They are no longer our problem.
  
  
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    Forgiving can be hard, but forgetting is even harder. Since the morning that I was stuck behind the garbage truck, I have tried to quit my stinking thinking. I am coming to the understanding that forgiving me means trusting Christ. I never meant to make Him feel like He wasn t enough; I just struggled with the idea that I really could be forgiven for what seemed to be unforgivable things. I did worry about what people would think if they knew the bad things I had done. I worried that I could never be good enough to deserve His mercy and forgiveness. I realize now that I will never be good enough in myself because that s not how it works. His love covers the multitude of my sins, and that s enough. His grace is sufficient.
  
  
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      Been there. Done that. Got the t-shirt. Well, maybe not all of life s experiences are commemorated on a t-shirt, but they surely leave their marks on us. Some are physical scars that are visible and evident to others, while some are emotional scars that no one can see. A scar is a mark left by a healed wound. It is a reminder that we went through something terrible, but we survived. Because we survived, we can support and encourage others who face similar trials.
    
    
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      When my daughter was about 3 years old, I found out I was pregnant. My husband and I were thrilled. I had dreamed of having a little boy. I wanted to name him Luther after my grandfather and call him Luke. However, that dream ended when I had a miscarriage. We were heartbroken. It was one of the most devastating things I have ever had to deal with. It still hurts to think about it. Everyone did their best to comfort us and I appreciated everyone s kind words, but I felt so alone and so wounded to the core.
    
    
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      Two things helped me through that difficult time. One was from the word of God. It was a day or two after I was home from the hospital. As I was flipping through the TV channels, something made me stop on an evangelist s program I don t remember now which one and I listened as he shared about the recent loss of his wife. All the things he was saying about how he had felt really spoke to me. I was having those same feelings. He said he had found comfort in the story of King David s loss of his first son with Bathsheba. When David learned that the child had died, he cleaned himself up and ate, much to the amazement of his servants. 1 Samuel 12:22-23: And he said, While the child was alive, I fasted and wept; for I said, Who can tell whether the Lord will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead; why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me. This was a comfort to me because it gave me hope. I had lost a child in this life, but I know that I can see him (or her) in the next. Nothing will bring him back, but I can go be with him if I keep living for Christ. We did not get pregnant again after that, despite trying for several years. It was not meant to be, but I have a peace about it. We know we are so blessed to have our beautiful daughter, who will soon be 20 years old, and I do believe that one day I will see my other child.
    
    
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      Whatever you might be going through, you can turn to Jesus for comfort. He truly knows how you feel because He has been there, too. He understands our grief, our heartaches, our disappointments and our doubt. He knew that we would make mistakes and struggle with sin, which is why He came in the flesh to do the work that needed to be done for eternal salvation. He came and lived life like we all do, but He did not sin. Not ever. That in itself is a miracle. Yet sin was something He had to experience to complete his understanding of humanity. So how could He experience sin without sinning?
    
    
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      As Jesus was dying on the cross, the sins of the world were placed upon Him. No doubt this was worse than any of the physical pain He had endured through the crucifixion. While those sins were upon Him, He was separated from the Father. Three of the four gospels quote Jesus as crying out, My God, My God, why have you forsaken Me? , which is the first line of Psalm 22, where David says he feels that God is far from him. Through the crucifixion, Jesus experienced our sin and He experienced death. He knows the full human experience from birth to death, and so He can be the comforter for us no matter what we are going through.
    
    
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      No one is immune from pain, trials or troubles. These experiences make or break us. Those who trust in the Lord and turn to Him for help with be comforted and strengthened, so that they may do likewise for others. Jesus told Peter that Satan would sift him as wheat (Luke 22), but that He had prayed for him, and He told him that when returned to Him, he should strengthen his brothers. We are going to go through the fire, but when we come out of it, we will be strong enough to be a comfort to others. There is nothing so broken in any of us that Jesus cannot understand , forgive and make right, but we have to put our faith in Him alone.
    
    
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        Galatians 6:9 -- And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.
      
      
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      Church, are you tired? Are you growing weary? Does it feel like you aren t getting anywhere? You show up faithfully service after service. You volunteer for every work day, bake sale, youth event, fellowship dinner, food drive or whatever program the church is sponsoring. You work in your calling, whether it is teaching, ministering, greeting, cleaning, singing, preaching, but it seems all you are doing is maintaining the status quo instead of seeing lives changed. Do you feel like you are doing everything you possibly can to contribute the work of God, but it has become exhausting? Are you ready to give up and let someone else deal with it?
    
    
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    Simon, who later was called Peter, was a fisherman. It was how he made his living, which means he was no doubt very knowledgeable about fishing. He would have known when was the best time of the day or night to fish, where the best places were, what techniques worked best and how things like weather had an affect. One day after a long and unprofitable night of fishing, he and his crew were washing their nets in preparation for the next night when Jesus came along. A large crowd was following Him and listening to the word of God. Jesus got on Simon s boat and asked if he could put it out a little from shore. The people stood along the shore and listened to Jesus teach from the boat. Surely Simon was listening also, and he had to be a little surprised at what Jesus asked him to do next.
  
  
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      Luke 5:4-5 -- When he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, Put out into deep water, and let down the nets for a catch. Simon answered, Master, we ve worked hard all night and haven t caught anything. But because you say so, I will let down the nets. 
    
    
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    Simon, the expert fisherman, had brought all he had to his fishing that night all his knowledge of fishing, all his experience in fishing, all his tools for fishing, all his workers for fishing, all his determination for fishing, all his love for fishing and yet he had not caught a single fish. Not a nibble. Not even a minnow. He had put in all that he had and came up with nothing. And now, Jesus was telling him to go back out and let down the nets. Likely, he was tired after working all night and probably a little discouraged by his failure, but something about Jesus made him do it. I can almost hear him rolling his eyes (if you have a teenager, you know what I mean by that). I know all there is to know about fishing and we didn t catch anything last night, and the middle of the day is probably the worst time to try to catch fish, but ok, I have such great respect for you that I am willing to do that for you. (That s my interpretation of Simon s response in his head; you may think otherwise.)
  
  
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      Luke 5:6-10 -- When they had done so, they caught such a large number of fish that their nets began to break. So they signaled their partners in the other boat to come and help them, and they came and filled both boats so full that they began to sink. When Simon Peter saw this, he fell at Jesus knees and said, Go away from me, Lord; I am a sinful man! For he and all his companions were astonished at the catch of fish they had taken, and so were James and John, the sons of Zebedee, Simon s partners.
    
    
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    Much to his amazement, Simon not only caught fish, but he caught more than he could even handle. He had to call for his partners in the other boat to come out and help them. Both boats came back so fully loaded with fish that they were nearly sinking from the weight. It humbled Peter so much that he felt unworthy to be in the presence of Jesus. He admitted he was a sinful man, full of pride and self-reliance. But Jesus told Simon not to be afraid because now he would be a fisher of people. It was when Simon was tired and all his knowledge and expertise and self-reliance could no longer help him that he learned to fully rely on Jesus.
  
  
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    Like Simon, we often approach what needs done by first applying our knowledge and experience to the task at hand. We research, study, plan. We put in the time, sweat, tears and energy. All those things are needed, but we need one more thing to make it all work: Jesus. We need the direction of the Master, not the direction of man. Tradition has dictated how the church operates for too long. God likes to do a new thing and we have to open to that. He wants us to use our knowledge and experience and talents after all He is the one who gave them to us. But He doesn t want us to leave Him out of the equation. He wants us to seek Him for direction. Like the good Father that He is, he wants to teach us and show us how. He wants us to let go of the controls and rest in His guidance to operate in the will of God. If we will decrease, He will increase.
  
  
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    We all have a role in the church and each is important. In addition, we are all called to be fishers of men and women. I believe that if we wait upon the Lord, if we follow His direction, our catch will be so great that like Simon, we will have to call our partners to come and help us. We should be working in cooperation with other churches, not in competition. There are enough unsaved people to fill every church in our community.
  
  
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    So, I ask again. Are you tired? Are you ready for a change in the status quo? Whatever job or role you have in the church, you can see change, you can see increase, you can see a difference, if you will just give Jesus the lead. Let the Master direct your steps, to show you a better way to fish -- to show you when and where to let down your nets. 
  
  
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      Who doesn t love a good road trip? I m talking about loading up the car with friends and/or family, taking along snacks and your favorite tunes, and heading out for an adventure. Back in the day (yeah, saying that makes me officially old), we didn t have a GPS, or cell phones for that matter. We mapped out our route with an actual map, which never wanted to fold back into the same form you started with. We counted on the road signs along the way to keep us going in the right direction. Occasionally, we would miss a sign and have to get ourselves turned around and back on track, but we always made it to our destination.
    
    
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    Life is a journey, just like a road trip. You are traveling with friends and family on a great adventure, but sometimes you don t know which way to go. You pray and ask God for guidance. You listen and watch for signs that will direct you. It s a great feeling when you know you have heard from God, seen the signs He has given you, and you can move forward in confidence. However, sometimes you miss the signs and so you get a little lost. Other times, you question the signs until you are doing nothing but chasing your own tail.
  
  
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    Gideon is known from the Bible for being a man who questioned if he was really hearing from God. He was also a man who questioned himself and his abilities. Gideon saw himself as the least of his father s house, which belonged to the weakest clan in the tribe of Manasseh. He was hiding from the Midianites in a winepress, threshing wheat so that he and his family would have something to eat. It was no wonder that when the Angel of the Lord appeared to Gideon and told him he was a mighty man of valor and that in his might he would save Israel from the hand of the Midianites, he was a little skeptical. Who me? he might have said, looking around the winepress to see if anyone else was there. You must have the wrong guy. I m nobody special. I m the least in my family. How can I be sure it is you, God? Gideon wanted a sign.
  
  
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    Just as the Pharisees and Sadducees were blind to the signs, the world today is also blind to the signs of His second coming. In Matthew 24, Jesus disciples ask what will be the sign of His coming and the end of the age. Matthew 24:4-8 says: And Jesus answered and said to them: Take heed that no one deceives you. For many will come in My name, saying, I am the Christ, and will deceive many. And you will hear of wars and rumors of wars. See that you are not troubled; for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. And there will be famines, pestilences, and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of sorrows. We don t want to be like the Pharisees and Sadducees. We should be able to discern these signs and be the watchmen for the world.
  
  
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    Signs and wonders followed Jesus everywhere He went. Because He lives in those who believe in Him and have accepted Him as their Savior, it stands to reason that signs and wonders should follow believers. Mark 16:17-18 says: And these signs will follow those who believe: In My name they will cast out demons; they will speak with new tongues; they will take up serpents; and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover. Now, that is not an invitation or a directive to throw down a bottle of poison and go wrangle venomous snakes. It means that when we are operating in the Spirit and the will of God, we are going to see signs and miracles manifest in our lives.
  
  
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    When we are making important decisions or looking for guidance, we want to hear from God. We pray and wait for Him to answer. He may speak directly to our spirit. Other times He directs us to a scripture or sends a word through another believer. Sometimes, even when we aren t looking for one, God will give us a sign. Hopefully, we don t get distracted and miss or ignore those signs. Even if that happens, we are secure in knowing we can turn around and get back on the right track with His help. Think of it as Him saying it s Me, it s really, really Me.
  
  
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      <title>We Need a Little Christmas</title>
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    It was a couple of days before Thanksgiving. On the way home from work, I stopped to pick up a prescription and a few groceries at Walmart, enough to get me through the week. No way was I going near that place until well after Thanksgiving. Apparently, I wasn't the only one thinking ahead, because the store was bustling with activity as people were buying what they needed for their holiday meal and the workers were busy stocking shelves in preparation for Black Friday. I hurried through to get what I needed and headed out the door.
  
  
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    As I pushed my cart through the parking lot toward my car, I hear this very young, but very loud, voice saying, "Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!" I look over and see a young boy, about 3 or 4 years old, sitting in a shopping cart. As his mother pushes the cart down the aisle, he keeps repeating, "Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!" and he stretches out his arms every time he says it. I realize he is trying to get my attention. His face was so sweet and full of joy, full of the excitement of Christmas. I started laughing and I waved to him, saying "And a Happy New Year, too!" He gave me a wide grin and then spied another group of people getting ready to walk past him. "Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!" No one in the group even looked in his direction. They were actually closer to me, on my side of the parking aisle, so as they approached I pointed over to him and said "Hey, Merry Christmas!" Again, no reaction as they kept on walking past us. I looked over at the little boy and shrugged my shoulders. "Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!", he continued to exclaim. He wasn't going to let their disinterest hinder his desire to celebrate the season.
  
  
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    That young man melted my heart that day. I had been feeling a little Scrooge-ish about Christmas. Nothing about it excited me. I dreaded even the thought of putting up the tree and decorations. I had been a regular bah-humbug up until then. But something about that little boy's joy melted my heart, much like the song of the Whoville residents caused the Grinch's heart to grow as he learns that Christmas is about more than presents and feasting. It's about the love and joy we can have, no matter the season. It's about the awe and wonder we should always have about a God who sends His only Son as a newborn baby. It's about a Son who will grow up and give His life to save ours. Yes, I know that December 25 wasn't the actual date of his birth. Biblical scholars and historians believe it occurred in the Spring. Who cares? It's the date that, down through the centuries, mankind has traditionally chosen to celebrate this great event, and we should celebrate it.
  
  
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      From what I have read about this time period, shepherds were considered in the lower classes of society and even thought of as untrustworthy by many. They rated right up there with tax collectors. Shepherds were blue collar workers doing a job nobody else wanted to do and frankly, they were lucky to have a job because no one else wanted to hire them. They were isolated from the rest of society, spending their time out in the fields with the sheep and no one to talk to except each other. You could say they were outcasts. Yet they were chosen to be the first people to hear the Good News that Christ the Savior, who would be a shepherd to His people, was born that night.
    
    
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      The scripture says that after the shepherds went into town and saw Jesus, that they were telling everyone in town what they had been told about the Child. They went back to their fields glorifying and praising God. Everyone who heard marveled at these shepherds and what they had to say. I wonder, though, how many didn't even bother to listen to what the shepherds had to say because, well, they were just shepherds. How many reacted like the people in the parking lot that day at Walmart, who tuned out a young boy's happy exaltations because, well, he was just a kid. We aren't told anything else about the shepherds who first heard about Jesus, but I can't help but think that they were forever changed by the experience. I can imagine them telling the story to family and friends and perfect strangers, over and over again. Each night that they were in the fields with their sheep, they couldn't help but look up into the sky in awe of what they had seen, and perhaps hoped to see something like that again. Who knows if they even lived long enough to see that Jesus did grow up and fulfill the promise the angels had proclaimed to them? Surely the joy of that first Christmas filled their hearts and overflowed in their praises for God. A little Christmas was just what they needed in their lives and probably came at a time they needed it most all alone out in those fields, feeling unloved and unaccepted; wondering what life was really all about and concerned about the state of their country under Roman rule; feeling depressed and oppressed. And then along comes Jesus. Along comes a baby boy who brings joy and peace and goodwill toward all men (and women).
    
    
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      I think we all need a little Christmas, right this very minute! As a nation we have become so divided and many have seemed to have lost their hope, mostly because they have placed their hope in people instead of God. We need a little Christmas to remind us that Jesus is the Christ, the Messiah, the Savior of the world and the King of Kings. All of the traditions that come with the Christmas holiday are wonderful and keep the Christmas spirit alive, but they really have more meaning when we remember the reason for Christmas to remember and celebrate the birth of Christ.
    
    
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      So please, decorate your tree and your home. Make baked goods. Buy gifts for families and friends, and if you can, help out a family in need. Hang up the stockings, take the kids to see Santa, go Christmas caroling, take on a role in your church's Christmas play or program. Whatever you do or whatever family traditions you have, do it with joy. Do it with the joy of knowing that Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever. Do it with the joy of knowing that you are loved and accepted and safe in His love. If you don't know Jesus as your Savior, I hope you will consider accepting the best Christmas present ever, the greatest gift of love ever given to mankind by a wonderful, great and merciful God who loves you. He knows you; He created you. He is waiting for you to give Him your heart. He already gave you His over 2000 years ago on a special night in Bethlehem.
    
    
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    It is often said that the first step in solving a problem is to admit you have one. No one likes to admit they have a problem or an issue in their life. Instead, we put up a brave, through false, front, and forge ahead as if nothing is wrong. And, if we are confronted and have to admit to having some problem or issue, we are quick to look for someone or something to blame, rather than take responsibility for ourselves. Nothing much about human nature has changed in 2000-plus years. This was the same mentality that Jesus encountered when He began His ministry.
  
  
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    When Jesus read this passage from Isaiah 6 and proceeded to tell the congregation in Nazareth that this scripture was fulfilled that very day in their hearing, it caused quite a stir. He more or less said He knew they wouldn't believe it because no prophet is accepted in his hometown. As an example, He commented about how in the days of Elijah when there was drought and famine in the land, there were many widows in need but the prophet was sent to the home of a widow in Sidon, which was in Phoenicia. Also, there were many in Israel with leprosy yet only Namaan, a Syrian, was healed. That caused more than a stir; the people lost their minds. They tried to drive Him out of town and throw Him over a cliff, but He walked away through the crowd.
  
  
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    Call it writer's block or a dry spell or just a plain old case of burn out. For whatever reason, I stopped writing.
  
  
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    In my mind I tried to justify it by telling myself that I could take a little break. After all, I was working full time now and didn't have the time I used to have for writing. Besides that, who was even reading these articles? Very few people commented on them, either on the web site or in person. A few in the church I know had read it, but who would really miss it if I stopped posting?
  
  
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    My "little break" has turned into one year since I have posted anything to the church web blog. And, it seemed to me that no one really has noticed. Yet many times in the last year, I have thought about it. Ideas for articles would come to me and I would make a few notes, but I never got back to them. I had plenty of other things to keep me busy, so I would push the idea of writing again to the back burner. Someone had noticed though, and in the last month or so, though, that someone has been turning up that back burner, urging me to get back to being about my Father's business. He has spoken in to me in my spirit and through the sermons and writings of others, and even through the Sunday school lessons I have been teaching of late. I was able to deflect it, telling myself I would get started again next month. Twelve "next months" later, I still had not started. Then He really hit me over the head with it.
  
  
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    A few of weeks ago, we had the dedication service for our new church location on Oakridge Drive. Many friends and former church members came for the celebration (and hopefully will be coming back on a regular basis!). One of the people who attended was a wonderful Painter of God's Heart (aka Frank Whittington). I complimented him on his latest work, which I had seen on Facebook. He thanked me, and then he said something that made my heart feel both joy and grief at the same time. I know that sounds strange. He reminded me that an article I wrote several years ago is something he goes back and reads from time to time. It was "Color Outside the Lines" and it was about creativity. He said that it was something that continued to encourage him. I can't tell you how wonderful it made me feel. I was so humbled and felt so blessed to know that it had made a difference to someone that it had an affect on someone's life. I thanked him and confessed that I had let my writing slip. He smiled and reminded me of a line about creativity from my own article if you don't use it, you'll lose it.
  
  
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    My feelings of joy at knowing something I had written helped someone then turned to grief, and I groaned as the realization set in that I had, as Pastor is fond of saying, "sat down on my calling." I had missed a year's worth of opportunities to write and share with others about the wonderful works of our Lord. I have always felt that we learn the most from making mistakes, and I have learned some things from this experience.
  
  
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    When we are doing things for God, whether it be pastoring, teaching, singing, evangelizing, prophesying, helping, etc., we have to keep doing them without worrying about the results or outcomes. In scripture, it says that God's word does not go out and return void. If we are in the will of God, doing the will of God, then what we are doing will have an impact, whether it is visible to us or not. It is not necessarily our job to evaluate or measure the result. We just need to be obedient and keep doing what we are doing unless God tells us otherwise. We can't be dependent on the validation of other people to keep us motivated, which was what I may have been doing to some extent in addition to being tired and burned out.
  
  
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    Having said that, it is not a bad thing to receive some encouragement and appreciation from others. Even though we aspire to be super spiritual, we are still flesh and bones. We like to hear "good job". We like compliments. We like to know that we are appreciated. The trick is to not become prideful or to think more of ourselves than we should. Some kind and encouraging words often do give you a little boost to keep on going. It also gives us an opportunity to praise the Lord and give him the glory. If someone compliments you on your singing, teaching, preaching, painting, cooking, cleaning, writing or whatever it is that you do, give God the praise. And even if no one says a word, give Him the praise anyway, because He is still using you in ways you may never know or understand.
  
  
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    We have many talented, creative, thoughtful and faithful people in our church and they can be taken for granted. We can come and go to church each week without giving much thought that the building will be unlocked when we get there and then locked and secured after everyone goes home; that it will be clean; that there will be someone there to greet and welcome us; that there will be music along with the words on the big screens; that there will be a message preached; that there will be lights and air conditioning (or heat) and even wi-fi; and that the bills for all these things will be paid. But how often do we thank or appreciate the people who make sure those things happen? All those things and more are not getting done on Thursday night or Sunday morning. People are taking time during the week to do all the big and little things that make our church run. You get what you give. So, if your show kindness, encouragement and appreciation to others, it is more likely that you will receive the same.
  
  
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    I have also learned, but am still trying to put in practice, that you can't let yourself get burned out. If Jesus knew He had to take time to get away from everyone and spend time alone with the Father, then we should do likewise. Some days it feels like I go from some type of job or chore to the other without much of a break in between. I push myself and fill every moment to "get'r done." Sometimes you just have to say no, or at least no for right now, and get your priorities in order. Seek first the kingdom of God, and the rest will fall into place.
  
  
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    So what have you put on the back burner? Have you felt the heat being turned up within you lately? Have you been sitting down on your calling? Or have you fallen into a cycle of procrastination and apathy? Whatever the case, it is never too late to get to work. God's gifts and callings truly are without repentance. I didn't lose the ability to write, but because I haven't done much of it lately, it was tough getting started and keeping up the momentum, where it used to be the words just flowed in one sitting. (It has taken me a week to write this.) Eventually I will get back to that level if I keep working at it. I believe the same will be true for you. Whatever it is you've been sitting on, its time to brush it off and start using it again. Just get started. Start small and go from there. Like David, you can encourage yourself in the Lord (I Samuel 30:6). I know you can do it! More importantly, God knows you can -- if only you will.
  
  
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      I get what he was trying to say, but I think that we should consider what it really means to be offended. Some things irk me, but I am not necessarily offended by them. For example, it seems incredible to me as well that people will vote a straight party ticket instead of considering each candidate's views and positions. It troubles me, but it doesn't offend me. Like Thompson, I am often frustrated, when someone isn't willing to see something from another perspective and consider other options, but I am not offended. When I think about being offended, I think of something personal that hurts my feelings, makes me feel de-valued, disrespects me or someone I love, or insults my character or the character of someone I love.
    
    
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      The things that have offended people in 2015 have cause great division among the people of this nation. We've seen black vs. white, straight vs. gay, gun lovers vs. gun haters, Republicans vs. Democrats, rich vs. poor, cops vs. citizens, Christians vs. non-Christians. In Matthew 12:25 it says: But Jesus knew their thoughts, and said to them: "Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation, and every city or house divided against itself will not stand." We have to get away from political correctness and being so easily offended. The more we are divided by issues, big or small, the weaker we become as a nation. Offenses will come, but woe to those through whom they come!
    
    
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    Our one and only child graduated from high school a few weeks ago. Throughout the year, as it has come up in conversation with friends and family (and a few well meaning strangers), many have asked, "Aren't you sad?" After the ceremonies, it was "Did you cry?" The answer to both questions was no, and it felt like I was letting each person down with that response. Bitterweet, perhaps. Sad, no. As a parent, my goal for the last 17 years has been to raise a responsible, kind, secure and independent adult who would grow up and out of our home. Just like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, she is making the transformation from child to young adult. I would not want to keep her a child anymore than she would want to stay one. I am excited about the next chapter of life for her and for me. It's time for her to fly, and I won't hold her back.
  
  
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    We go through many changes in our life, but none as important as the transformation we make when we accept Jesus Christ as our Savior. If you are a Christian, can you remember what it felt like those few days and weeks right after you were saved? The mixture of feelings was overwhelming joy, hope, freedom, peace. You wanted to tell everyone you knew about Jesus, what He had done for you and what He would do for them. Little by little, you began to change in all areas of your life. It is a gradual process, as you change the way you think, talk and act because you are putting Jesus first. Change usually isn't easy, but if we keep pressing through and keep our eyes on Him, we can do anything. Romans 12:2 says: And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God." I believe that every day we are in the process of transformation. Each day we must renew our minds and make the conscious choice not to conform to the world.
  
  
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    When you become a Christian, it can be difficult for your friends and family who don't yet believe (did you catch that?). Like the caterpillars in the quote above, they want you to stay the way you were. It was comfortable for them. They think you are weird. They don't know what to do with this butterfly who wants to take off and soar. We love our friends and family, but we can't let them pull us back into our old ways. We have to be butterflies! We have to be who God called us to be. Hopefully, the caterpillars will want to become butterflies themselves once they see how wonderful it can be!
  
  
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    If you want to stir people's attention at church, there are a couple of topics you can speak about. One is tithes, because most people do not want to talk about their money. Another is the role of women in the household and the church. You will get a wide range of responses, and they will certainly be strong and vocal.
  
  
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    The problem most people have is with the word "submit". Our society looks at submissive people as being weak. If you are submissive, you are giving up your power and control. You'll be pushed around and walked all over. You no longer have self-worth or standing and are at the mercy of someone else. This perception has formed because of the reality that people in positions of power used their authority to hurt those they were supposed to be caring for. This is unfortunate, because they were not placed in their position to be tyrants or to be waited on hand and foot or to be put on a pedestal. They were put there to be leaders and to provide for others. If you continue reading in Ephesians, you read that husbands are supposed to love their wives the way that Christ loved the Church and gave Himself for her. "So husbands ought to love their own wives as their own bodies; he who loves his wife loves himself. For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as the Lord does the church." (Ephesians 5:28-29)
  
  
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    1 Peter 2:13-17 -- Therefore submit yourselves to every ordinance of man for the Lord's sake, whether to the king as supreme, or to governors, as to those who are sent by him for the punishment of evildoers and for the praise of those who do good. For this is the will of God, that by doing good you may put to silence the ignorance of foolish men- as free, yet not using liberty as a cloak for vice, but as bondservants of God. Honor all people. Love the brotherhood. Fear God. Honor the king.
  
  
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    Submit does mean to give over or yield to the power or authority of another. We submit to others every day when we stop at red lights, wait in line at the grocery store, pay our taxes, drive the speed limit, etc. Otherwise, chaos would ensue. Yet we struggle with the idea of being submissive. The American spirit is one rooted in independence and self-reliance. Our forefathers fought to gain freedom from the tyranny of England's rulers. The pioneers forged a new life in untamed and often dangerous territory. We are made of hearty stuff; we are not weak and submissive. We have been programmed to believe that we don't need anyone and we can do it all on our own. This mindset has to change, because the truth is that we are not weak when we submit to another's authority. Instead, we are positioning ourselves to be strengthened and supported. 2 Corinthians 12:9 says, "And He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness." Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me."
  
  
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    In order to serve the Lord, we must submit ourselves to Him wholeheartedly. If we don't submit to God then we are fighting Him. I think this is one of the biggest barriers people encounter as they are coming to Christ and even during their Christian walk. It is difficult giving up control and yielding to someone bigger than ourselves. It's a tough thing admitting that you can't get through life on your own and that you need the love and the power of Christ to take over your life. 
  
  
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    Sadly, we cannot always be so trusting of people. We should honor and respect the position and the authority that goes with it, but we do not have to continue submitting ourselves to those who abuse their power and position and do not have our best interests at heart. Wives, submitting to your husband doesn't mean you become a doormat. Husbands, having a submissive wife doesn't mean you get to boss her around and micromanage her life. Marriage is representative of the relationship between the Church (the Bride) and Christ (the Bridegroom). If we are not careful, we can allow worldly thinking to prevent us from having the relationships that we are supposed to have with our spouse, our children, our friends, our co-workers and most importantly with our God. If you do not submit to God, then you will inevitably submit to something else. The idea that we are totally self-reliant is a lie and we will eventually find ourselves in need. Without God, we could find ourselves allowing other things to take over and control our lives.
  
  
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    When we overstep the lines of authority, we have chaos. If everyone on a job site tries to supervise, nothing will get done. If every soldier in a unit tries to command the mission, it will fail. If everybody in the church tries to be the pastor, we have no unity. On an airline flight, do you want the trained pilot at the wheel or other untrained members of the flight crew? Do you want the surgeon or the orderly wielding the scalpel during your operation? There are positions and powers and authority in place for a reason. There are leaders and followers and we need both. It doesn't mean that one is better than another. In one situation, you may be the leader, while in another you must be a follower and submit to another authority. 
  
  
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    "Can I have some more mashed potatoes?" asks a child at the dinner table.
  
  
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    "You haven't finished what is on your plate," replies his parent.
  
  
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    "But I know I am going to want more; they're so good," the child says.
  
  
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    "When you've eaten what's on your plate, then you can have more," the parent replies.
  
  
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    The scenario repeats itself several times. Later that night, the child complains of a belly ache.
  
  
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    "I wish I hadn't eaten all those mashed potatoes," he says wistfully.
  
  
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    "Sometimes more isn't better. A belly ache is a hard way to learn that lesson," says the wise parent, who also had to learn that lesson as a child.
  
  
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    Tis the season of more. Kids are excited to be getting more toys for Christmas, even though most of them have a stockpile in their room that would rival a toy store warehouse. It's the time of year when we eat more food, especially Christmas cookies and treats. We spend more money -- usually more than we actually have to spend. We try to outdo what we did the year before, with better presents and better decorations and better parties. In the process, we add more stress to our lives by trying to make everything perfect and make everyone happy.
  
  
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    More isn't necessarily a bad thing. In this scripture from Ephesians, Paul tells us that God is able to do much more than we ask or even think. We often see this fulfilled in our prayer life, when we pray for something and God not only answers that prayer, but does so in a big way that goes beyond what we were looking for. However, sometimes we are like the little boy who wanted more mashed potatoes. We keep asking for more of something we really can't handle, and the wise Father allows us to learn that lesson.
  
  
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    1 Timothy 6:6-9 -- But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that. Those who want to get rich fall into temptation and a trap and into many foolish and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction.
  
  
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    Before we ask the Lord for more of anything, we need to assess our current condition. If you are asking for more, then it means that you now have what you're asking for in a certain quantity or state of being. You have to have "some" before you can have "more". You can apply these questions to things of this world, like money, or to spiritual things, like wisdom and gifts and callings. Think of them as the Principles of More.
  
  
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    If you took a poll on the street and asked people what they wanted more of in their lives, the top answers would probably be time and money. We've all experienced that Catch 22 of having the time but not the money or having the money and not the time. Maybe it's not that we need more time but we need to examine how we are using the time we have. As our lives change, our priorities often shift and we forget to shift with them. The same goes for money. In Philippians 4:12, the Apostle Paul says: "I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want." Paul knew that his happiness didn't hinge on how much money he had in the bank, but instead it was anchored in his relationship with Jesus Christ. Jesus was the only thing he needed more of in his life. John the Baptist said that he must decrease so that Jesus could increase. In order for Jesus to increase in our lives, we must allow our self our fleshly, worldly, more, more, more self to decrease.
  
  
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    Another Principle of More is that you give what you need. Do you need love in your life? Then give love. Do you need a friend? Then be a friend and be friendly. Do you need kindness and understanding or mercy? Then give those things. Jesus told His disciples, "Freely you have received, freely give" (Matthew 10:8). He also tells the parable in Matthew 18 of the servant who was forgiven a large debt by his compassionate master. Instead of paying that kind act forward, the servant has one of his fellow servants thrown in prison for not paying him back for a small amount he owed. When the master learns what the servant is done, he has him thrown in jail to pay back his debt in full. The parable ends with the warning that this is how our Heavenly Father will treat us if we are not able to forgive our brother. If you need forgiveness, you need to be forgiving.
  
  
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    Matthew 25:29 -- For whoever has will be given more, and they will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what they have will be taken from them.
  
  
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    When we have more of something, it comes with more responsibility. When we were growing up, our parents gave us more freedom to make our own choices, but it meant that we had to make good choices or we would lose some of that freedom. In the parable of the talents in Matthew 25, the master gave his servants a certain amount of money, according to their abilities. Sometimes we think people get more than us and it isn't fair. Whatever you have, it has been given to you by God according to your ability to handle it. If you want more then you have to be like the two servants who put the money to good use and made it increase. The master rewarded them by giving them even more, because they had been faithful with a few things. The third servant took the money and hid it away. He didn't do anything with what he had. Not only did he lose out on the opportunity for more, but he also had what little he had taken away from him and he was sent out from the master's presence.
  
  
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    Our Praise &amp;amp; Worship Team sings a song called "More" (written by Mary Alessi). The lyrics say "we ask for more of your power and more of your glory" and "more of your Spirit and more of your presence like we've never known before, all we ask You, Lord, is for more." These are good things to ask more of from God, and we know that He will give us the desires of our heart. When we ask for more, we need to be sure we are ready for it. If we want more of God's presence, then we are going to have to give Him more of our time and attention. You don't invite someone to visit you in your home and then ignore them. If we want more of His power, what are we going to do with it? Freely you have received; freely give. That's not just a principle of more it's the power of more.
  
  
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    All my life, I have been hearing that "the end is near." As a child, I can remember people talking about the things that were happening in the world and how it couldn't and wouldn't be long now. In cartoons and TV programs, a poorly dressed, scraggily looking man carrying a sign saying "the end is near" has become comic shtick, so it seems no one takes it very seriously. Many movies have been made about the end of the world, brought about by either natural or man-made disaster or alien invasion. Only a few have depicted the end of this world from a Biblical perspective, with the coming of the Lord Jesus Christ.
  
  
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    Fast forward about 15 years, and I have a little different perspective. I have grown and matured in my walk with Christ. I see the world in a different way. I see the things that are happening in the world and I think that it can't be long now. Instead of covering my ears or pretending that everything is okay, I say, "Come, Lord Jesus, come." The world is only going to get worse and I am really tired. I am tired of nothing changing and feeling powerless to bring about change. I am tired of evil being called good. I am afraid that the world is not going to be a safe place for my daughter and maybe my future grandchildren to live. Let's just skip all that bad stuff and go home. I am ready for my mansion, the place He has prepared for me. I am ready to lie at His feet. I am ready for no more tears, nor sorrow, nor crying, and no more pain (Revelation 21:4).
  
  
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    The easy thing to do would be nothing, which is a response of the flesh and not of the spirit. We can go to church two or three times a week and keep hoping and praying that things will get better. We can maintain the status quo and just quietly sit and wait for the Lord to return, secure in our own salvation, but we were created to do more than that. Believe it or not I heard the most amazing words of wisdom from pop princess Taylor Swift on a TV show this week. She was mentoring young artists and helping them improve their performances. These may not be her exact words, but it's close. She said, "If you are not moving forward, you are backsliding." 
  
  
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    I can refresh myself in the Word. It takes action upon my part and yours. I look forward to the day of Christ's return, but I know that in the meantime I need to be about my Father's business. I have to do what I can to make this life a better place for me and my family. Evil only wins when we do nothing. I've heard preachers and teachers say it many times, and it is a true saying: we've read the end of the book and Jesus is victorious. That's all we need to know. We don't have to be afraid of what's happening or what is to come as long as we are trusting in Him.
  
  
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    We can still look forward to Christ's return, and it should inspire us to become the Church He is looking for upon his return. We should be saying "come Lord Jesus, come". We also should be saying "come" to the unsaved people of the world. Let him who hears, who thirsts, who desires come to the Lord. Let us be the Church that is ready to receive the harvest. Let's us be the Church that encourages and builds up, not one that beats down. We have to motivate the people of the Body, not shame them by telling them what they are not doing enough of for God. I don't want the Church to "tickle" anyone's ears. Share the truth and the love of God and then fan the flames. A plant grows and bears fruit when it receives plenty of food, water and sunlight. Like a plant, the Christian will grow and bear fruit with plenty of food (the Word of God), water (the Holy Spirit) and Son light.
  
  
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        I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see. John Newton, Amazing Grace
      
      
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    When I was in about the sixth grade, my mother took me to the eye doctor. I don't remember if I had complained about not being able to see the board or if my teacher had expressed a concern to my mother. I just know one day Mom told me we would be going to see an optometrist. We very rarely ever visited a doctor of any kind, so it was a big deal. Before we left the office, I tried on a variety of eye glass frames and selected a silver pair. Think John Denver. I can't remember if it was a week or two later that we returned to pick them up from the doctor's office. The optometrist placed them on my face and made some adjustments. It was a strange feeling when I first put them on, but the noticeable difference came when we went outside. I remember walking down the street and looking up at a tree. I could not believe the detail I was seeing and how far up the tree I could see it. Before, it had been just a fuzzy green outline. Now, I could make out individual leaves and branches. Until that moment, I had no idea how impaired my vision had been.
  
  
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    Most people do not realize their current condition and don't recognize it until they get away from that situation or place in their life. Have you ever recovered from a bad illness, not realizing how sick you were until you got better? Have you ever looked backed on a stressful time in your life and wondered how you got through it? I was nearsighted, which meant I could see things that were close, but as things were farther away they became less clear. It was all I knew, so it was my normal. For some people, constant pain that they have lived with day after day becomes their normal. If you work in a stressful job, that harried schedule becomes your normal. In my case, a simple pair of glasses changed my normal by literally giving me a new perspective on life. Even though wearing glasses wasn't a new thing, it was new to me and it seemed like miracle.
  
  
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    Perhaps because I am a writer, I have wondered about the "rest of the story" when it comes to the miracles of Jesus. What happened to Jairus' daughter after Jesus brought her back from the dead? What did she see or hear or experience? How did it affect how she lived the rest of her life? I wonder about how life changed for the man from the pool of Bethesda. He had been afflicted for 38 years and was healed instantly by Jesus. Did he go on to live a "normal" life? Did he get married or get a job? Jesus opened blinded eyes, including a man who had been blind from birth. He opened the ears and loosed the tongue of a deaf-mute. Being blind or being deaf were all these people knew, until Jesus came on the scene. They didn't realize what it meant to be blind or deaf until they gained the gifts of sight and hearing. Can you imagine what it was like when they heard the sound of a loved one's voice for the first time or saw their own face for the first time in a mirror? They would not even have known they had an affliction if someone had not pointed it out.
  
  
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    1 Corinthians 2:14 -- But the natural man does not receive the things of the Spirit of God, for they are foolishness to him; nor can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.
  
  
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    In the same way, I didn't know how lost I was until I learned about Jesus. There are a lot of unsaved people out in the world, and the majority of them don't even realize their condition. (The rest know and have made that conscious choice.) If you have ever tried to tell people that they are lost, they probably looked at you like you are crazy. 
  
  
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    , they are thinking. We are using our Christian lingo with people who don't speak the language. We are expressing spiritual concepts in a worldly realm where they are often misunderstood or not considered, and perhaps even scorned. That's why walking up to someone and telling him that he is lost and going to Hell is not the best conversation starter, even if it is the truth. John 1: 5 says "And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it." We must pray that God would open the person's eyes and his heart to the truth. We can share our personal testimony and explain who Jesus is and what He did for us. We can show the love of Christ and live what we believe before people. We can tell them the truth, with love, by the leading of the Spirit. We can do all these things and more, but it will take a spiritual experience with the Lord to reach that lost person. They key is that they have to be willing to see and to hear. Some may listen, but others have become so blinded and hardened that you wonder if they could ever be reached.
  
  
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    2 Corinthians 4:3-6 -- But even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing, whose minds the god of this age has blinded, who do not believe, lest the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine on them. For we do not preach ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord, and ourselves your bondservants for Jesus' sake. For it is the God who commanded light to shine out of darkness, who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
  
  
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    Zachariah 7:11-12 -- "But they refused to heed, shrugged their shoulders, and stopped their ears so that they could not hear. Yes, they made their hearts like flint, refusing to hear the law and the words which the Lord of hosts had sent by His Spirit through the former prophets. Thus great wrath came from the Lord of hosts.
  
  
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    , you learn about the hardships and abuse that he endured. Even though his mother had taught him about God as a young child, he had not lived with religion of any kind in his life. Then one evening a storm at sea was about to sink his ship, and he cried out to God and they were saved from destruction. In that moment, he recognized the grace of God and committed his life to Him. He realized that he had been blind to the things of God, but now he could see God's presence in his life. He realized that he was a lost soul who had found his way to God. Not everyone has such a dramatic testimony as nearly being washed away at sea, but each of us has a story. We need to think back to the time when we first realized our condition, when we realized that we were indeed lost and needed Jesus. You might call it your soul's "aha" moment, a moment of realization of the truth. That's a moment we can share. That's a moment that could reach someone or, at the very least, plant a seed of hope. We need to remember where we came from in order to humbly lead another person to Christ. You can't beat it into someone or scare it into them. It takes love, empathy and encouragement. In the end, when you have done all you can, the rest is in God's hands. He has told us that if we are rejected we should realize that it is Him they have rejected and not us.
  
  
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    The powers and principalities of this world are doing all they can to keep people blinded to the truth of Jesus Christ. We need to remember that we are in spiritual warfare and should always be ready for battle. We must pray, fast, seek God and read our Word. It seems like the people in our society today are a lot like the people that Jesus encountered in his ministry. The people had grown cold. They didn't really want to hear about God and especially didn't want to hear about their sin. The religious leaders were self-righteous. The same is true today. The Bible warns us about those who have a form of Godliness but deny the power of God, and we are to turn away from them (2 Timothy 3:5). However, we should not be discouraged. Jesus also encountered people who were not just accepting, but hungry for the things of God. They followed Him by the thousands. God is still calling His people in; it is our job as the Church to be ready for the harvest. 1 Peter 3:15: "But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts, and always be ready to give a defense to everyone who asks you a reason for the hope that is in you, with meekness and fear". With love, we can help remove the blinders and help the lost be found. We can lead others to their "aha" moment with Jesus.
  
  
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    I have a daughter who is a senior in high school, so our mailbox is full every day with information from colleges. She's taken her SATs and ACTs, and we visited a couple of college campuses over the summer. Soon we will be filling out applications and finding our way through that process. She is excited by the thought of leaving home and has even been looking at bedding and decoration ideas for her dorm room (mind you, this is a year away). She knows what she wants to study and do with her life, which is more than most young people can say. She has a vision and she can see herself graduated from college and working at what she loves. I am just not sure if she realizes what college is really like and the hard work that lies ahead.
  
  
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    You cannot take the next level course unless you have completed, the "101" course. Some students are bored with "101" and want to "get on to the cool stuff", but they don't have their basics down. Then they wonder why they fail when they try to delve into the harder classes. Other students are too easily distracted and never really get it and end up having to take the course over, or worse, they give up and drop out.
  
  
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    As Christians, we are disciples, or students, of Jesus Christ. Many churches have a class for new believers to learn the basics of our Christian faith. You could call it "Jesus 101". We have to get the basics and know in whom we believe. We have to know who Christ is, what He did for us and who we are in Him. New believers are great to be around. They are like little children in their excitement for the Lord. They are ready to go out and tell everyone they know that Jesus has saved them. They also think they are ready to go out and slay the giants and take on anyone who would come against their God. They would do well to read in Acts 19 about the seven sons of Sceva who thought they could perform an exorcism. It didn't go so well. They were not disciples of Christ. They hadn't had "Jesus 101". It's not a step you can skip and "get on with the cool stuff." 
  
  
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    New believers are great, because they help you remember how excited you were when you gave your heart to the Lord. However, new believers need to get those basics (Jesus 101) firmly rooted in their spirits so they can move into the higher things of God. You see a lot of new believers who will say that they know that God has told them they are called to preach, teach, sing, prophesy, pastor, etc. Knowing your calling is a gift in itself, because figuring that out is a struggle for most Christians. Before you can serve in that calling, you have to complete "Jesus 101" and start building on that knowledge. It's just like when you learned to read. You first learned to recognize letters, then words, and then phrases. Once you had those basics, you could put them together and you learned to read and write. It's the same in your walk with Christ. You know the plan of salvation and have accepted His invitation to eternal life. It's the beginning of a new life and you become the student or disciple. It doesn't mean you are going to be the pastor of the church the day after you got saved. It means you start preparing for that calling. It means reading and studying the Word of God. It means prayer and fasting. It means praise and worship. It means maturing in your spirit and growing in knowledge, faith and wisdom. It is understanding that life isn't always going to be a bowl of ice cream with cherries on top. There will be battles, which make those basics all the more essential.
  
  
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    At the other end of the spectrum, we have people who can't seem to get past Jesus 101. They keep running back to the altar and repenting for the same sins over and over. They think that every time they mess up it means their salvation has been lost and they have go get saved again. Apparently they were not paying attention in class. When you genuinely, sincerely ask Jesus to forgive your sins and be Lord over your life, it is done. When He was on the cross, He cried out "It is finished!", not "I'll think about it and get back to you." Yet they keep going back, and as Paul says in the above scripture from Hebrews, they are crucifying Jesus again. We have people who have been in church all their lives and still aren't sure if they are saved. If you are saved, you are saved and no one can take that away from you. No one is perfect we have all sinned and fallen short. When we fall, we have an advocate with the Father. We can repent, asking Him to forgive us and to set us back on the right path.
  
  
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    Somewhere in the middle, we have the majority of the church who have moved past Jesus 101, but are at different levels. Some have moved up a little and are getting a taste of what is possible with God. Others have moved up into higher spiritual realms, walking in their gifts and callings. The rate at which we move up in the things of God is directly related to how much we trust Him, how willing we are to let go of the reigns and let Him drive, and how willing we are to allow Him to use us for His purpose. We need to wade out into those deep waters. It may seem a little scary out in the deep, but we know that our Lifeguard walks on water!!
  
  
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    So come on, let's leave the preschool fingerpainting exercises on Christ and get on with the grand work of art. Grow up in Christ. The basic foundational truths are in place: turning your back on "salvation by self-help" and turning in trust toward God; baptismal instructions; laying on of hands; resurrection of the dead; eternal judgment. God helping us, we'll stay true to all that. But there's so much more. Let's get on with it!
  
  
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    Let's move beyond Jesus 101 and look ahead to our graduation day. Just like my daughter can envision working in her dream career, let's envision walking in our callings and doing the work of the Lord. Let's keep our eye on our graduation day, when we get to spend eternity with our Savior. The Church has a great work ahead of it. But it can't get done unless we get up and get on with it!
  
  
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    If you knew some of the trials and difficulties we have encountered along the way, you would know that "We're Still Here" is a testimony to what God has done for us. Many times people outside the church said that we would never make it and that we would have to close our doors. I'm sure each of us at some time also wondered if we would be able to survive. It was especially hard to watch people leave during the hard times. Despite how the circumstances looked, God had a plan for us. We are still here and we surely know that with God, all things are possible. Not only are we still here, but we have grown. The Lord has sent new members and He has called former members to return! We have been blessed and strengthened. Our house is surely built upon the Rock.
  
  
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    As we move forward, the next question we have to ask ourselves is "Where is here?" Twenty years after the Israelites fled Eygpt, they were "still here", but "here" was the desert wilderness. Keep in mind that they were only halfway through that experience! I wonder about where we are after 20 years. Are we still wandering the desert, trying to reach the Promised Land? The Lord has sent many people to us with the same prophecy about what our church will do and become, but we are not there yet. It seems like much of the last 20 years has been about surviving, and now it is time for something more. With the growth and great things happening in the last several years, it seems that we are positioned for the transition from surviving to thriving. Casting Crowns has a song called "Thrive". Part of the lyrics say, "We know we were made for so much more than ordinary lives, It's time for us to more than just survive, We were made to thrive".
  
  
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    "We're Still Here" is our testimony for today, but it cannot continue to be our only testimony. It is time for us as a church, and as individuals, to do more than just survive. God wants so much more for us. What will it take for us to thrive? It will take every member of the body functioning in their gifts and callings. We all have to know who we are in Christ and believe in His promises for us. We have to put our trust in Him and truly believe that all things are possible. We all must have the same vision and come into agreement as a body. We have to be one congregation, in one mind, and in one accord. We have to yield to the Spirit and allow God to lead us into that Promised Land without any doubt or fear. We must seek God and His righteousness first, and then He will add all things to us.
  
  
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    I am tired of just surviving, as a church and in my personal life, as well. I am tired of being tired. It is time for a refreshing and it is time to do a new thing and sing a new song. What I want for all of us is what Casting Crowns sing at the end of their song: "Joy Unspeakable, Faith Unsinkable, Love Unstoppable, Anything is possible". I am glad that "We're Still Here", but now I am excited to see what happens when we get "there", wherever that place is that God is taking us.
  
  
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    Recently, I attended a memorial mass at a local Catholic church for a dear friend of mine who passed away. I had been to a Catholic wedding of a college friend many years ago. The things I remember about that wedding was that it was long (almost an hour compared to the usual 15-20 minutes in most weddings) and there was a lot of up and down in our seats. There was also a lot of kneeling and recitation. I was grateful when a lady next to me kindly told me that it wasn't necessary for me to do what "they" did. At that time, I was not it church so I didn't have a whole lot to compare it to, but I knew it was very different from a church like my grandfather's Methodist one.
  
  
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    The memorial mass also lasted about an hour and there was a lot of standing up and sitting down. It was a very orderly service, completely outlined for us in print. The handout gave you the responses to repeat at certain points in the service, as well as the lyrics to the songs. At the end of the service they had communion with a common cup, which was different from the cute little individual plastic cups we use at our church. The pamphlet said if you were not prepared for communion you could come forward with our arms crossed in an "X" and receive a silent blessing. My friends and I did neither, simply staying in our seats and respectfully letting the Catholic believers exercise their faith. I thought about the lady at the wedding and was thankful for her words all over again. She didn't think any less of me for not participating and I certainly didn't fault her for what she was doing.
  
  
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    While these things were quite different than I was used to in a service, there were many things that seemed very "Protestant". During the service there was a time of fellowship where we greeted each other with handshakes, hugs and "bless you". Several family members eulogized my friend. We prayed, praised and sang hymns to God in the name of Jesus. The priest read from the Word and offered us words of comfort. Most importantly, though, I felt the presence and the Spirit of God. In those moments, it was no longer a Catholic service versus a Protestant service. It didn't matter that the congregation was made up of people from different denominations or even non-believers. We were a body of believers in Jesus Christ who had come together to seek God's comfort in our time of loss.
  
  
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    During the mass, I thought about my friend, about how much I missed her and loved her. She had a profound impact on my life and was truly a blessing. What if when I first met her, I turned down the opportunity to be her friend because she was Catholic? I would have missed out on knowing a wonderful person. Thankfully, it was never an issue. Catholics are different from Protestants. Among Protestant denominations, there are also many differences. However, we love and serve the same God, the same Jesus, the same Holy Spirit. Yet the differences have fractured the Body of Christ to the point that it doesn't feel like one body. Our individual church may seem to be a unified body, but sometimes it feels like we have been amputated from the full Body of Christ.
  
  
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    It greatly troubles me when I hear someone -- and I mean someone who claims to be a Christian -- speak against a denomination or church. At first I thought the word I would use was "angry", but I think the better word is "disheartened", which means "to discourage the hope, courage or spirits of." I am disheartened when I hear Christian people disparaging someone or their church because they are a little different or perhaps for the way they all dress. I am disheartened when one church won't associate with another church because one church worships a little more exuberantly. I have seen the look in the eyes of other Christians when I tell them that I attend a Pentecostal church. But I have also heard Pentecostal believers being judgmental toward churches that worship in a quiet, conservative manner. It works both ways, and neither is right.
  
  
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    For example, I have never been to a Church of Christ service. It seems strange to me that, from what I understand, there is no music during their services. Though I find it different, I do not condemn them. I would attend a service if invited and would keep an open mind and seek God. There is no room for prejudice among Christian believers. Prejudice is defined as unfavorable opinion formed beforehand or without any knowledge, thought or reason. If someone has a prejudice about another church or denomination, it causes a separation in the body of Christ. Yes, I am disheartened by this, because I don't know how we are going to stand as the Church in the future if we keep allowing these types of differences to divide us. We are supposed to sanctify ourselves from the world, not from each other. Jesus said that a house divided against itself will not stand. In the same way, I do not believe that a body divided against itself can stand.
  
  
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    A body is nothing without the head. When we look around at the Christian body, we must remember that it has one head. We are urged to be of one mind and one accord, and that mind is not the pastor's or the deacon's or the singer's or the prophet's. We are to have the mind of Christ, because He is the Head and we are His body. Imagine your own fleshly body having members that are in conflict with one another. There are some illnesses that illustrate this, such as in autoimmune diseases where the body actually turns on itself and attacks healthy tissue. Now how imagine how the Lord must feel when He sees the members of His Body acting like they don't know each other and not working together to fulfill His purpose. He is coming back one day for His Bride, the Church. Right now, she is a hot mess. It is time to set our differences aside and concentrate on what makes us the same. Every family has a crazy uncle or an odd cousin (and it might even be you or me), but they are still family and we have to love them because Jesus loves them. If God is no respecter of persons (Romans 2:11), then I doubt He shows favoritism for one church over another. Why should we?
  
  
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    Because of their character and actions, the word "pharisee" has come to mean "a sanctimonious, self-righteous, or hypocritical person." People outside the church would probably say that describes most church people. I know that this isn't a fair assessment, but perception is reality to the person with the perspective. It only takes one self-righteous person to turn off someone you are trying to win to God, and that self-righteous person could be you if you are not careful. In Matthew 23, Jesus described the true nature of the Pharisees to the disciples and warned them to not act like they do. What were they like? They dictated to people how they were supposed to act but didn't practice what they preached. They put conditions on people that were impossible to meet. They made sure to wear the finest clothing and be seen in all the right places. They loved to be praised in public and to be recognized for who they were. They were all these things and more as you read in this chapter. Jesus spoke "woe" to them, and "woe" is a pretty bad thing. It means anguish, grievous distress, affliction, trouble, tribulation or wretchedness. Jesus said woe to the Pharisees because of their ways, and that means woe to the Pharisee in me and in you, also.
  
  
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    A Pharisee in me? In you? Yes, we all have one inside us that can rear his ugly head. The Pharisee in me and you is judgmental, prideful, boastful, self-centered, self-important and usually in denial about his own condition. The Pharisee in me and you likes to be recognized in the church, never misses a service and has to have a hand in every thing because it feeds his ego, not because he wants to serve Jesus. Sometimes that makes him hard to spot, but eventually motives shine through. We should always be watchful for the Pharisee in us so that we can put him in his place. That's why the Apostle Paul told us we had to die daily (I Corinthians 15:31). We should pray that the Lord would humble us daily and let us see if we are becoming like the Pharisees. Jesus said that the Pharisees had become an obstacle for people who were seeking the kingdom of God. There are Pharisees in the church doing the same thing today. Jesus said "woe to you" to the Pharisees and called them a brood of vipers! Woe to us if we allow the Pharisees to take over our churches.
  
  
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    In order to become a truly humble person, it takes time and experience and the bursting of a few bubbles. Some people are really good at acting humble, but true humility only comes through the realization that we are not the center of the universe and we cannot control everything in our lives. We must rely on Jesus Christ and put all our trust and faith in Him. It seems like a fine line to walk knowing that we are children of the King and a member of a royal priesthood, yet we are to be humble servants of God. It's okay to know you are a child of the King and that you are blessed and highly favored. It's not okay to use it as a platform to brag or pat yourself on the back or run over others.
  
  
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    Proverbs 3:12 tells us that the Lord corrects those he loves. God will correct us in order to humble us, and we would be wise to accept His correction. It is important to recognize the Pharisee in me and in you-so that we can self-correct before God has to humble us, because He will. You don't understand why Sister So &amp;amp; So can't pay her tithes? God will let you go through a financial dry spell and then maybe you'll understand. You think it's a shame that Brother Whatzhisname can't make it to church every service? God will let you have an unreliable vehicle or an unaccommodating boss who won't let you have Sundays off, and then maybe you'll understand. There goes the Brother asking for prayer for the umpteenth time to be delivered from cigarettes and I don't know why he just can't quit. Maybe it will take an umpteenth time plus 10, but he is humbling himself to seek God's help. What will it take for you to walk a mile in his shoes and come to understand? Why do you we have to understand at all? Why can't we just accept and love? Matthew 7:2 says, "For with what judgment you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you."
  
  
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    The Pharisee in me and you has to go if the Church is to become what God called us to be. You have to throw away that little scorecard you have been keeping of "who showed up for service, who spoke to you or didn't, who was hanging out with the Pastor after church, who put something in the offering, how long the service was or wasn't, who had to get up and leave before it was over, who forgot to mention that you were on that committee, questioning why someone was chosen for a certain job, and how dare that person sit in your seat". We need to put all that junk away and be about our Father's business. The Pharisee loves himself, but the child of God loves God's people. The Pharisee asks "What's in it for me?" The child of God says let this be done to the glory of God. There is no room in the Body of Christ for the Pharisee. He who exalts himself will be humbled. He who humbles himself will be exalted. Woe to those who do not take heed.
  
  
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      I hang out with some very peculiar people. The world really doesn’t know what to make of us. They roll their eyes, shake their heads or snarl in disgust. No, we are not hormonally-crazed teenagers on spring break. We are Christians, living our lives for Jesus in a lost and dying world.
    
    
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        In his writing, Peter described Christians as a peculiar people. The King James Version uses the term “peculiar”, while most other versions say “special”. We often think of the word peculiar meaning strange, odd or unusual, and in the eyes of the world that’s what we are.  For example, you have probably heard a news story about someone who has been convicted of killing a person and a member of that person’s family spoke up and said that he or she forgives the killer. Your first thought is to ask how that is possible. Who does that? How do you forgive someone for taking the life of a loved one? It can only be done through the love of Jesus, and I would imagine it takes a lot of prayer.
      
      
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        Here is another example of peculiar Christians. I was watching “19 Kids and Counting” about the Duggar family. They were attending a wedding of a friend who was from a big family like theirs. The young couple being married had never kissed! Their first kiss was during the wedding ceremony when the preacher told the young man he could kiss his bride. Who does that? I admire these young people for holding fast to their values, but the “world” thinks they are crazy. Probably some Christians think that, too, but we understand why they made that commitment and we are encouraged by their faith.
      
      
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        Christians do a lot of other really strange things, too (at least they should anyway). They don’t drink or swear or tell dirty jokes.  If a cashier gives them back too much change, they hand it back to her. They will make you dinner if you need it and schedule a week’s worth of meals to be cooked and brought to you if you are sick. They will spend their last dollar to help a person in need even if they don’t have anything themselves. They will tell you that they love you and mean it and show it every time they see you. They will accept you as you are. They will keep telling people about Jesus, even when people slam doors (literally and figuratively) in their faces. They will praise His name in the good times and praise His name in the bad times. They keep their fire stirred and their lamps lit and continue shining for Him, regardless of the circumstances.
      
      
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        Peculiar also means belonging characteristically to or belonging exclusively to some person, group or thing.  We are peculiar to Jesus Christ, belonging to Him and striving to exhibit His characteristics through speech and actions. Why do we this? We do it because we love Him and because of His mercy and grace. Most people who receive a gift want to keep it to themselves to enjoy. The gift that Christ gave us is one that we want to immediately give away, but who does that? We do it because we want everyone to have what we have – hope, salvation, joy, peace, love.
      
      
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        We are peculiar Christians because over 2000 years ago, the Son of Man, the Son of God did the most peculiar thing. He, being innocent, accepted our guilt and shame and endured the punishment that we deserve. Isaiah 53:5 says, “But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes we are healed.” He was crucified and shed every drop of blood as a sacrifice to atone for our sins. Who does that? The world cannot believe that anyone would do such a thing and call it a fairy tale. 1 Corinthians 1:18 says, “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.”
      
      
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        On Sunday, April 20, 2014, Christians everywhere will observe Easter by celebrating the resurrection of Christ. Jesus not only died so that we could be saved and have eternal life, but He also rose from the dead on the third day and is living today. He is at the right hand of the Father and lives in the heart of every believer. He is our savior, friend, guide and provider. The world thinks we are crazy, but we think the world is crazier. Jesus freely offers his love, mercy and grace to anyone and everyone who wants it, yet people turn Him down every day. Who does that?!?
      
      
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        So, how about you? Are you peculiar? If not, do you want to be? Stop by your local church and check out the peculiar people inside. You might find yourself wanting what they have, and the best part is that they are crazy enough to share it with you!
      
      
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                   After Jesus tells the story of the Good Samaritan, the lawyer recognizes that it was the Samaritan – not the religious men – who showed mercy. Jesus says to him, “Go and do likewise.” Long before Mr. Rogers, Jesus was promoting a bigger, kinder neighborhood. We cannot share the love of Jesus just with certain people because of prejudices or preconceived ideas we have about them. It’s His will that all should come to repentance and know Him as their personal Savior. All. Everyone. Every single person. If there are any “Samaritans” in your life, ask the Lord to help you overcome those prejudices and love them as He does. As Mr. Rogers used to sing, “Won’t you be their neighbor?” Jesus commanded it.
    
    
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    Life for our pleasant community changed in an instant when it was announced on January 9, 2014, that a chemical had leaked into the Elk River, the water supply for 300,000 plus people.  The chemical that was leaked was 4-methylcyclohexanemethanol, or MCHM for short, which is used in the coal refining process. It has a distinct, sweet black licorice smell, which led investigators to find the leak. How fortunate that we had some “bloodhounds” at the Department of Environment Protection who tracked down the source of the smell after neighbors complained.  The DEP told the company, Freedom Industries, that they had a leak. Apparently nobody’s nose at the site was working that day! Someone had to come in and tell them they had a leak. Because of the leak, our water was deemed unusable for any purpose other than flushing toilets and fire fighting. A couple of communities within our area were not affected because they had their own small water systems that used a different water source.  Even though over the years they may have been pressured to join the large water company that serves most of the area, I am sure they were glad that they had held out and remained independent.
  
  
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    They were fortunate, but the rest of us faced major changes in our routine. My daughter thoughtfully taped signs on the kitchen and bathroom sinks reminding us not to use the water. You don’t realize how much you do out of habit without thinking about it. I am a big hand washer, and there were several times I went to the sink to wash up and was thankful for her reminder sign. While hand sanitizer is nice, I don’t think it is a replacement for soap and water. We had to get bottled water to use for everything from drinking and cooking to washing hands and brushing teeth. One of my best friends lives in one of the unaffected communities, so she told us to come on down and get a shower and do our laundry. While we were there we filled up containers with tap water. What a blessing!
  
  
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    About a week later, it was determined that the levels of the chemical had declined below the Centers for Disease Control’s acceptable criteria of 1 part per million.  With the acceptable level reached, citizens could begin flushing their pipes to move the contaminated water out of the system one region at a time. The smell of black licorice filled our homes as we ran our hot and cold water taps to send the infected water on its way. As I was flushing our pipes, I thought about the story of Elisha healing the water and I prayed that God would heal our water. Elisha threw salt into the water to heal it. We, as Christians, are salt and we need to bring our saltiness to this situation. We need to pray for God to heal our water and our land. 
  
  
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    In 2 Chronicles 7:14 it says:  “if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.” This water leaked happened to everyone – rich, poor, young, old, all races, all religions. I certainly am not saying that someone’s particular sin caused this water contamination, because the responsibility for the leak rests on the shoulders of Freedom Industries. However, our government and our society have become lax in monitoring and regulating such entities, so we as a community have to take some responsibility also. Edmund Burke said, “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” Freedom Industries couldn’t smell its own stench of neglect and irresponsibility until someone alerted them. Sometimes we can’t smell our own stench of sin and it has to be pointed out to us. We need to listen when we are alerted and take corrective, rather than evasive, action. We need to be humble and accepting instead of disdaining toward those who are trying to help us.
  
  
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    None of us had any control over what happened. The only thing we can control is our reaction and response to the crisis. Let’s all pray that the Lord will heal our water. I know it will take some time before we trust man’s report that the water is safe. We are still using bottled water for cooking and drinking. I do believe that in time our water will be healed. We need to trust in God and we need to learn from what we have experienced. So here are a few things I’ve learned from our “water crisis”:
  
  
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    Best of friends and family are there for you, no matter how many years or miles have separated you over time. They love you and care about you. They let you shower at their house and do laundry. You might get a check in the mail with a note letting you know that they are praying for you and wanted to do something to help. They will offer to drive hundreds of miles to bring you water.  You will get phone calls and emails and Facebook messages asking if you are okay and if you need anything. When you get to be older and your parents have already passed on and you don’t see much of your extended family, you forget that there are people other than your spouse or child that love you unconditionally and truly care. I have been moved to tears at times by the outpouring of kindness and love. I am blessed to have a wonderful family, extended family, church family and friends.
  
  
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    Even though people went a little crazy in the first hours of the crisis -- and by crazy I mean hoard-buying bottled water and running out of stores without even paying – once things settled down, people started acting like considerate human beings. Neighbors checked on neighbors, especially those who were elderly or sick and couldn’t get out for supplies. Water distribution sites were set up so that people could get free bottled water or bring containers for bulk fill. The surrounding communities not affected by the chemical leak opened up their water supply for people to fill containers at no cost. People volunteered to work at the distributions sites. I was especially proud to see all the kids who helped out by volunteering at sites and some that set up recycling centers for bottles. Everyone had a story about a friend or family member outside our red zones that let them take showers and do laundry at their homes. It was nice to see people helping one another.
  
  
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    Bottled water is an added expense to the grocery budget, but at least it is fairly cheap compared to other items. When I think about our previous “crisis”, which was the 2012 derecho that left us without electricity for nearly 2 weeks, I think about the money we spent on gasoline to keep our generator running. That was way more expensive that buying water.
  
  
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    We take a lot of things in this life for granted. Our water supply was certainly one of them. We can’t take anything for granted anymore. I have learned that the only thing I can always rely on is the grace of God, and I sure don’t want to take Him for granted! I am thankful for the “living waters” that nourish my soul.
  
  
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      If you asked a dozen Christian friends to share with you their favorite Bible verses, Philippians 4:13 would no doubt be mentioned by more than one person. It’s one of those verses that people hang on to during tough times. It’s an encouraging word to remember when you are getting ready to step out and do something in faith. However, it is not a word that gives us license to do just anything. Certainly, I am not going to jump off a skyscraper and expect to survive – an extreme example, I know.
    
    
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      We live up on a hill. The road to our house is very narrow and it winds around through the hollow (aka holler) and then up the steep hill. There are several of us who all go to the same church and at the time we always rode together to every service, potluck dinner or other activity that might be going on at the church. We didn’t let anything stop us from attending, including snow. As you might expect, we had quite a few harrowing rides in the winter time as we drove home in the evenings in snow and tried to make it up that hill. As we approached the hill, we would start praying that God would get us up that hill safely and we would speak Philippians 4:13 – I can do all things through Christ! Keep in mind that this was a regular car and not a four-wheel drive, even though we were praying it would operate like one. After we made it safely to the top, we thanked God and promised we would never do it again. We lied. We would do it again and I would be just as scared driving up that hill as I was the first time. I would cry and pray and promise, and I was lying because we would do it again. Finally a time came where we didn’t make it up that hill. I remember the car sliding backward down the hill and all that I could think about was the lives that were in my hands. In addition to my friends, my daughter was in the car, as well as my friend’s son. God was looking out for us though, because we stopped in a part of the road where the road levels off before it goes up again and it was wide enough to park the car and get it off the road. The husband of one friend and his buddy came in their four-wheel drive vehicles to take us home. It was several days before the snow melted enough to retrieve my car.
    
    
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      This man received strength from the Lord in his feet and ankle bones. After a lifetime of being lame, he could not only stand, but also walk and leap. He was changed and he was strengthened both physically in his body and spiritually in his faith. Where do think he was the next day? Was he sitting at the gate begging alms because he was lame? Of course he wasn’t, because he was healed and he was strengthened. He didn’t go back to being lame. Christ and His strength became a part of who he was. It wasn’t a momentary fix – it was a permanent condition. When you are truly strengthened by God, you are not just rescued in the moment but you are filled with His strength. How could you not be permanently changed? We may sometimes forget that we have that strength or forget to draw upon it but it is still there.  Isaiah 40:31says: “But those who wait on the Lord Shall 
      
      
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    I had said that I wanted a "snowman" Christmas and God blessed me with the love of church friends and family who gave me lots and lots of snowman decorations throughout the year. I kept wondering why I was receiving these gifts and surprises of snowmen all year long. At our annual Ladies Ministry Christmas party, they finally let me in on the secret. They had declared a “snowball fight” and the snowmen gifts were all the snowballs they threw at me – the only target!  Thanks to them, I now have a beautifully decorated Christmas tree with all the trimming --all in snowmen. I love it!  And God's not against us enjoying Christmas, Christmas lights and decorations. 
  
  
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    But as I'm looking at all the snowmen, I think about how I don't have any other kinds of decorations around the house. I start saying in myself, "Since Christmas is all about Jesus, shouldn't I have only Nativity scenes, Baby Jesus, Wiseman, stars, etc.? If I really love Jesus like I say I do ...I should."  Then I start feeling guilty. I go on to say to myself, "I replaced Jesus, who is the only reason for the season, like the non-Christians do with Easter. Jesus dying on the cross for Deliverance and Salvation was exchanged for an Easter Bunny delivering Easter eggs to good little boys and girls with nothing to do with Jesus or Christianity! Shame on me!” Then I realize I have allowed the joy of Christmas and God's blessing for me to enjoy to become sorrow and all of the shoulda, coulda, woulda’s come to mind.
  
  
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    Then as I'm thinking another thought comes to mind: "thou shalt not make any graven images." Then Isaiah 58 comes into my mind:
  
  
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    Judah was seeking God every day as though they desired to know His ways; yet at the same time, they were living in sin and in indifference to His Righteous commands. Today many Christians and congregations may worship the Lord outwardly, appearing to delight in praising Him and seeming eager to know His ways. At the same time, they may be conforming to the ways of the world. Neglecting the diligent study of His written Word... such 'worship' is an insult and an abomination to God.  In verse 3 above, God's people were complaining that He would not help them. But God knew their worship and their fastings were hypocritical;  He tells them that no religious act has any value to Him if it does not come from those who humbly seek to obey His commandments and who compassionately reach out to those in need.
  
  
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    The fast that God approves of is one that is accompanied by love for Him and genuine concern for those who are oppressed. We must make a sincere effort to determine the needs of others and to commit ourselves to helping in whatever way we can. Read the rest of Isaiah 58:8-59:1 and I believe you will say what a sister in our church would say -- "WOW!" It is a powerful word.
  
  
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    It really doesn’t matter what kind of decorations we have at Christmas or if we have any at all. I realize all the presents and decorations are nice, but what God wants is our hearts. A very special lady made a statement to me when I commented on a vase of beautiful roses that she had received from her husband. I smiled and told her that she was blessed.  I'll never forget her comment back to me:
  
  
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    "Thank you, but they're just roses. It's easy to just give flowers. What I really want would be to spend just one day with him laughing and playing... having fun and relaxing in each other's arms. To hear him say, "I love you." I would love to be as important to him as everything else is around him. Everything else has taken our time together. No, sis, you are the one who is blessed. You seem to have no possessions, but you still have all the love and laughter, enjoying spending time together as you and Craig do. I would give anything to have that! The flowers are nice but what I want is his heart."
  
  
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    So this Christmas, do something for someone else where you get no credit, no glory, no recognition of any kind, but somebody else gets the benefit. Enjoy your family time together. It is so important.  Love one another but do this every day of your life. There's more to Christmas though than just family get-togethers, food, games, Christmas plays, etc. We need to remember who Christmas is all about. It’s not just about us-- it’s about serving others. Why not start a new family tradition? Do something for someone else that is truly anonymous. 
  
  
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    Here's an idea to get you thinking. Maybe you've never volunteered to work Christmas Day in a soup kitchen. Find out if there's one in your area and show the love of Jesus on Jesus’ birthday. We need to be teaching our children and ourselves that it's not just about us, but it's all about Him! Working one day in a soup kitchen may not change their lives, but again, who knows what one simple act of kindness may do? I guarantee that selflessly giving of yourself with no recognition or expectation of any kind of "thank you" or reward will change you. Just maybe in doing so, we'll find the true meaning of Christmas.
  
  
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      <description>I was asked to write the blog for November, and in so doing my mind goes back to 1620. In the month of November we celebrate Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving is more than turkey and warm pumpkin pie. It’s more than families gathering around a table.
In August 1620, the Mayflower – a 180 ton ship – set sail from Southampton, England with 102 passengers. Their intended destination was off the coast of Virginia where other pilgrims had begun a colony, but because of the stormy weather they had to endure, they spotted the coast of Massachusetts instead. They anchored at a place called Plymouth Rock.
Before disembarking to explore the territory, the Pilgrims devised the Mayflower Compact. It was to serve as the basis for governing their new colony, where all would have the freedom to worship as they chose. They came seeking religious freedom. However it was not without cost, as many died that first harsh winter. Some days as many as two or three a day died because of infections and sickness.
Today as I look back I see clearly the blessings and favor of God on our country and our personal lives. Let us never forget what built this country. And let us always give thanks to our God for all his blessings.
Psalms 92:1: It is a good thing to give thanks unto our LORD, and sing praises unto thy name, O most High.
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      It is pleasing to me to see the hand of the Lord at work in our lives, all our lives, and the wisdom that He has given man to invent some this day’s instruments. It really amazes me, and finding time to use most of the day’s inventions is not really hard for most people. What’s really hard for them is to find time to read His Word, or maybe to witness, or hey -- how about praying? Or fasting, seeking His face? Or how about something that is really rewarding to do, more than these games the world has gotten caught up in – Playstation, Wii, Xbox and others.
    
    
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      But with my four year old grandson, what really blesses me the most is to talk to him. Instead of talking about this game or that game, he tells me of this fish or that fish he has caught and sometimes of Jesus, or heaven where Jesus is. Sometimes he sings me a “Jesus song” as he calls them. To me these are important things, more than games, more than material contents. It’s about seeking the Lord’s face and not His hand; coming into His presence; reading His Word to see how one should live and teach our children to live in all His ways.
    
    
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      Joel’s name means “The Lord is God.” He was the son of Pethuel. Joel was a prophet to Judah and Jerusalem (Joel 1:1). “Hear this, ye old men, and give ear” (Joel 1:2). The people of God had been overwhelmed by a plague of locusts (Joel 1:4). Joel believed that God had permitted this plague because of Judah’s sin. The elders and the people needed to repent and turn to the Lord (Joel 1:5).
    
    
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      The day of the Lord is a major point in this book. It refers to a present judgment of God on His people and God’s final judgment at the end of time (Joel 2:1-11). Sound the alarm – the Lord is coming. It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of an angry God. We must have the right spirit before God, with fear and trembling and a contrite heart (Joel 2:13). Call for a broken and contrite heart. God calls us to sincerely repent. In Joel 2:17, it says when we see God’s people hurting we should lead the way and turn to God with a broken heart, weeping and intense. Pray and believe. We are all ministers and we are all supposed to be our brothers’ keepers.
    
    
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      Peter explained on the day of Pentecost that the outpouring of the Holy Spirit was the beginning of the fulfillment of Joel’s prophecy (Acts 2:14-21). This prophecy is a promise to all who accept Christ and Lord, for all believers can and should be filled with the Holy Spirit. When we look at world events, we know we are in the time of this prophecy (Joel 2:30-31). Thank God for His Spirit and the Lord Jesus Christ (Joel 2:32).
    
    
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      What started out as an ordinary day turned out to be the beginning of an extraordinary adventure. I was sitting in my sewing room when my husband, Steve, came in and announced that we were going on a trip. He told me to quickly pack a bag and to be ready to get on the road right away.  The Bible tells us to be ready in season, so I hurried and packed a couple of changes of clothes, our pillows and a blanket. I never know what to expect with Steve, so I wanted to be prepared. Within 15 minutes we were on the road and the adventure began.
    
    
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      Wow – what an adventure! God will take you on adventures. He will give you the desire of your heart . . . even if you don’t realize that it is what you wanted! As I said, I always loved learning about the Amish and always wanted to meet someone who was Amish. I never dreamed I would have an adventure like this. Each week at our church, we recite a pledge asking God to bless us. He certainly gave us gifts and surprises on this adventure. And what better gift than new friend!
    
    
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      Science says there are anywhere between 640 and 850 muscles in the body. Anytime we do something we’re not used to, we tend to pull one we didn’t know we had. The same thing happened to me on Monday while I was weed-eating. I found a rock under the weeds that I was cutting down and twisted my lower back. Good news: I kept my balance. Bad news: I was in pain.
    
    
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      She was the mother of two sons, Matthew and Mark. When Matthew was born, he was very ill. He had diabetes, with diarrhea among the symptoms. He was diagnosed with a disease so rare that it did not have a name. He was rushed to Cincinnati Children's Hospital in the governor's private jet. This disease affected his immune system. This child endured so much, but he seemed to be a happy baby, even when he had to have an IV pole to push when he finally began to walk.  Matthew did not live long past his second birthday. Most of those two years were spent in the hospital. 
    
    
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      We all have to face and go through storms in our lives. Sometimes these storms seem to never end. They seem to take us apart a little bit at a time. These storms come and they seem to rage and try to devour us. They seem to never end. We try to face these storms alone and then fear overtakes us. We start to lose our way and our faith starts to falter.
    
    
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      Storms are a fact of life. Storms in your life come in many different forms: serious illness, disease, accidents, catastrophes, unemployment, lost retirement savings, death, loneliness, hardships, personal problems, lost love and divorce. How do you weather the storms of life? We need to call on Jesus and the Father to calm and take us through the storm. We read in the book of Matthew that when the disciples were in fear for their lives in the midst of the storm, they called upon Jesus.
    
    
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      Through our prayers and faith in the Father and in Jesus, we can and will make it through all the storms that come into our lives. The calm may not come and that moment is when we call upon Jesus and on God. They will calm the storms that rage in our lives. Jesus not only calms the physical seas, but He can also calm the seas within our minds and souls. Sometimes in life we just try to outlast the storm, forgetting to call on the One who can calm it. Do we need to wait until the storms get totally out of control? No, we need to have faith and need to know that God is always there. He never leaves our side. God tells us in Isaiah 41:10: 
      
      
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      We are not to have fear, because we know that God is always with us. It is through our faith in the Father and in Jesus that our calm in the storm will come. It is our faith in Jesus’ calming power and our hastening to call for His help that allows Him to calm our hearts during life’s storms. Let go and let God have total control of the things in your life that you know you have no control over. Pray and pray some more. Fall to you knees and seek the Father there and give Him all of your troubles and fears. Let Jesus calm that storm!
    
    
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      Jesus did not leave the disciples and he will never leave us. He is with us to hear our pleas for his help. He is there to answer us in the midst of our troubles. He tells us in Psalm 50:15: “and call on me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will honor me.” So in our storms of life, rely on Jesus to carry us through them and, if it is His will, to deliver us from them by putting an end to them. Be delivered! Put all your faith and trust in the Father and in Jesus. In Proverbs it says that he who trusts in his own heart is a fool, but whoever walks wisely will be delivered. There is no storm, trouble, heartache or trial that your faith in God and in Jesus will not get you through. Pray, mediate and seek the will of God in your life. Jesus will say, “Peace be still,” and He will calm your storm.
    
    
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      In 2013, there is such an urgency for us to be able to hear and recognize God’s voice. It is more important for me to recognize and hear God’s voice and the sounds of heaven than anything else at this time.
    
    
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I am a grandmother to three wonderful and unique grandchildren. Though the circumstances of each one’s birth were different, one thing was the same. We started talking to each of these little babies while their moms carried them. Even before birth, they began to respond to things we would do. Their moms would read to them, and we would sing and talk to them. After they were born, these little ones would hear our voices and they would recognize us. They didn't know who we were or what face and voice went together, but they still recognized our voices. 
    
    
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      In this walk on this earth, situations are going to arise that we really don’t want to come our direction. We would rather they just do a quick disappearing act. But in reality God uses things to make us grow. We don’t like it but, guess what? Father knows best. We don’t know all the whys. God doesn’t feel we need to and He is definitely a “know it all” in the truest sense. Hallelujah! He tells us He will never leave us or forsake us.
    
    
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      Whatever boiling water event that comes your way, remain steadfast, immovable and trusting. Jeremiah 29:11 says, “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.” The key is to TRUST . . . trust God. Desire to be known as a truster – a truster in God.
    
    
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      A fresh start is the ultimate “do over.” We can wipe the slate clean and start again. Why do you think all these makeover shows are so popular? Because we crave that opportunity to start over from scratch and do it over – to get it right. Remember the movie “Groundhog Day”? Bill Murray’s character wakes up every morning to the same day and relives it until he finally gets it right and gets the girl. On January 1, people will make resolutions to start on new diets or fitness regimes. Many will fail, but they will do it again next year because they have that inherit desire to start over and try again.
    
    
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      Thankfully, we serve a wonderful God who is in the “do over” business. He has given each person that opportunity for a start fresh, to wipe the slate clean. We can repent of our sin and accept Jesus Christ in our lives as Lord and Savior. We can become new creatures in Christ. That doesn’t mean we will become perfect people, because . . . well, we are people. His mercies are new each day so each day is a fresh start when we live a repentant life. Lamentations 3:40 says “Let us search out and examine our ways, And turn back to the LORD;”.
      
      
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        Merry Christmas and Happy, Blessed New Year! Thank you for reading and sharing these devotionals. This will be the last devotional for 2012. I am not sure what direction this will take in 2013, but the words I am hearing are “fresh start.” May you have a wonderful holiday season, full of God’s graces.
      
      
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      Our visit went well, but I was glad when it was over. As I was getting ready for bed, I was telling God thank you for the help in accomplishing this major task and for the doors He is opening in our lives. Then in the next breath, I was saying to myself how tired I was and wouldn’t it be nice if I could just sleep in. After all, I had worked very hard, and my sore back and muscles were agreeing with me. The next day was Sunday and I had already arranged for someone to teach my class. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to miss. Then I heard Him say, “Is that how you thank Me?” In the words of Pastor Cook: “Eech, ouch, ooch!”  There’s so much more to the story of that day that I won’t get into, but God was right. He had made a way that I didn’t think was possible and He had truly blessed us. I should have been more thankful. Staying home in bed instead of going to church and worshipping Him would not have been “overflowing with thankfulness.” I prayed for forgiveness and set my alarm!
    
    
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      The untold story of these storms is what eventually results from them. The landscape is changed because trees fall and must be cleared. That lumber becomes firewood, which people need. When the trees are cleared, there is a place for new growth. The rain and snow water seeds that have been planted. Communities rebuild, often with better and stronger structures. What we see as storm damage is often actually the beginning of something new and better in our lives. It just takes a while to see and appreciate it. The same is true in our personal lives. Problems, challenges, and setbacks come into our lives and we tend to focus on the damage. However, if we will continue to trust in the Lord, He will surely turn all these things around for our good. We have to remember that He’s in control and turn it all over to Him. What seems like the end could be just the beginning of the plans He has for you.
    
    
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      When the stock market took a big hit several years ago, so did our retirement account. Like many of Americans, we lost a lot of money as years worth of saving and investing were gone in instant. We may have not been robbed by thieves, but it sure felt like it! Times have been tough, but we’ve always had a roof over our head and food on the table. My trust is in the Lord and not the stock market.
    
    
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      If you can rattle off the week’s prime time TV schedule, but don’t know the books of the Bible, you might need to adjust your investments. If you can name every player on your favorite professional team but you can’t even name three of Jesus’ disciples, you might need to adjust your investments. The reverse can be true also. You might know the Bible front and back, but if you don’t know the names of your children’s closest friends and associates, you might need to adjust your investments. We reap what we sow. If we will seek Him first with all our heart, soul, mind and strength, then everything else will fall into its proper place. You will get a great return on your investment.
    
    
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      I have been fighting my way through darkness of late. Grief has hung over my heart like a dark storm cloud ready to burst. As a result, I have been overwhelmed by the responsibilities of work, home, family, school and even church, to the point it feels like I am slowly going down into a mire of quicksand and I am almost neck-deep. I always try to give my best in everything I do, but lately my best hasn’t been that great. It feels like I am being pulled in a million different directions, with everyone – including myself – pushing me to perform. I am making mistakes that I don’t normally make and letting things go too long before I take care of them. I have been short with people, angry in tone and impatient. Just when I feel like throwing in the towel and giving up, God makes a way. A ray of light comes in the way of friend lending a hand, a situation miraculously being turned around, an unexpected respite from the world or a word from God that strengthens me. Each day has its challenges, but it also has God’s mercies. They are truly new every morning.
    
    
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      I am not looking for sympathy. We all go through tough times, whether they be emotional, spiritual, physical, financial, etc. When the darkness seems to be closing in on us, we have to remember to let in the Light. We have a place of refuge and comfort, and when He is in our life we are never alone.  I leave you this week with some scriptures on the strength of the Lord.
    
    
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      Our Ladies Ministry group had its annual retreat last weekend in the Hinton area. Twenty-five women spent three days in a house with only six bedrooms and two bathrooms. In theory, this should have been a disaster. However, we knew the obstacles going in and everyone knew that it would be worth it. Everyone agreed to make it work and it did. People were understanding of those who needed real beds because of physical needs. Each night you could hear the hum of electric pumps filling up air mattresses. A shower schedule helped everyone get up and ready on time for worship and teaching sessions. There was no bickering or fighting or long lines for the bathroom, which you might expect with that much estrogen in one place. What we will remember from that weekend will be how close we felt to each other and to God, not how long we had to wait for a bathroom.
    
    
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      Some days I feel like I am beating my head up against the wall. And I might as well be talking to the wall as to talk to some people. It seems like I take two steps forward and three steps back. I should probably go to my room and scream into a pillow so I don’t lose my cool at yell at someone. No matter how hard I try, it seems things never go according to plan. If it weren’t for bad luck, I would have no luck at all. I have to laugh to keep from crying. Is it Friday yet?
    
    
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      “Waiting Here For You” is a beautiful worship song that our Praise Team often sings. We practiced and worked on it for a while before singing it in service, and it is a song the congregation really likes. I like it, too, but it has given us singers fits. There is a bridge in the song that is kind of tricky and when we mess it up, it is painfully obvious. So we had to practice some more and figure out our mistakes.
    
    
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      That may sound kind of simple, but most of life’s greatest lessons are. Most of our life seems to follow script – we get up, eat, go to school or work, participate in extracurricular activities, eat some more and go to bed. But along the way, we run into people and situations that we don’t know how to deal with. When we try to handle them on our own without any guidance or insight, we often mess up and it is painfully obvious.
    
    
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      Many years ago, we started hearing “WWJD?”, or “What Would Jesus Do?”  This is more than a catch phrase or a bumper sticker slogan. It is sound advice for those moments when life goes off script and you don’t know what to do. The way that Jesus handled conflict or difficult situations is very different from the way the world or our flesh would want to handle them. When someone comes against us, we’d like to pop them in the face. Jesus said to forgive our enemies and to turn the other cheek. When people do bad things to us, we’d like to do them back. Jesus said to treat people the way that we want to be treated and to love our neighbor as we love ourselves. When people are getting on our nerves because they complain and whine about things in their life, we just want to get away from them. Jesus demonstrated great compassion to those in need and told us that we should pray for one another.
    
    
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      Sometimes in life you do hit the wrong note. Life does take practice, because none of us are perfect. It can be unsettling. But instead of focusing our eyes on the situation and problem we need to look to and follow the leader. If you are a Christian, then Jesus is that leader. We can ask ourselves, “What 
      
      
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      Where are you from? That question is a great conversation starter, whether you are welcoming a visitor to church or you are on vacation and start talking with other tourists. People love to talk about where they are from. Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home. But there is a difference between “where do you live currently” and “where are you from”.  For some people the answer is simple because they’ve lived in one place their whole lives. Then there are families like mine that moved every two years because of Dad’s job. My family, going back several generations, is from Eastern Kentucky, but I was born in Michigan and have lived there, Indiana, Kentucky, Ohio and multiple places in West Virginia. When I was growing up and people asked me where I was from, I was never sure what to say. Now I just say I am from West Virginia and leave it at that.
    
    
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      What got me thinking about this was a homework assignment I had. (That’s right, I am 48 years old and I have homework. It almost sounds like I need a support group, huh?) I have to take a class for work, one night a week for four semesters, and I am in semester one. We have multiple homework assignments each week. For the first week, one of our assignments was to write a poem called “Where I’m From”, as a way for our teacher to get to know a little about each of us. The catch was that we weren’t to write about where we were from in terms of geographic location, but from a standpoint of what experiences we have had or what things we love to do.
    
    
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      At first, the assignment seemed a little silly, but when it came time to write I took a long look at my life and all the places I have been. I thought about the difficult times I have been through. I thought about the joyous times and happy memories of childhood. All the places I have been and all the experiences that I’ve had – good, bad or ugly – made me into the person I am today. When I think about some of the situations I put myself in and how differently they could have turned out, I am so grateful for the grace of God. He brought me through it all, and the things I learned along the way have shaped me and made me a better, stronger person.
    
    
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      Some people can’t get past where they are from. They hold on to the pain, never forgiving themselves or others for mistakes. What they haven’t figured out is that where they are going is even more important than where they are from. Everyone is from some place, but they are also going to some place. Just like Nathanael had to “get over” Jesus being from Nazareth, we need to “get over” where we are from. When God forgives our sins, thanks to the saving grace of Christ, our past is gone. We are new creations in Christ. We are from Him and we are going to Him. Where you are from is a moment in time that came to pass, but you wouldn’t be you without it.
    
    
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      Where are you from? How have your experiences helped shape you? How can you use your experiences to help others or lead them into a relationship with Jesus? If all things truly work together, then no experience you’ve had was wasted. It can be used for some good. So if you are letting something from your past hold you back, it is time to get over it. Give it to God, and start moving toward where you are going.
    
    
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      Let me let you in on a little secret: I am not perfect. I know – you are shocked. Of course, I have always known about my imperfections, but I wanted to make sure that you did, too. You might think because I write these articles, teach Sunday School and sing on the Praise Team that I’ve got it going on, that I have things all figured out. It’s a long hard fall from a pedestal like that, so please don’t place me or anybody else up there. I stumble and fall and fail as much as the next person. And I am probably harder on myself than anyone when it happens.
    
    
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      After reading this passage from 1 Kings 17, I was struck by the widow’s response at the end. She basically tells Elijah, “Now I know God’s words coming out of your mouth are truth.”
    
    
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      So many times people doubt God when they think they are questioning Him. Doubting and questioning are two different things. For example, Crystal and I have each been told by God that Josiah, our son, will be healed from his spina bifida condition and that God will get the glory out of it when that happens. To doubt God in this example would be to not believe He is going to heal our son. A result of doubt would be that hope would be lost and we would try to get all the doctors in the world to do something about it, instead of trusting in His timing and promise. But to question God’s promise is a little different.
    
    
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      When we understand and comprehend the scriptures, we begin to solve the mystery. We come to understand who Jesus is – the Son of God, born in the flesh as a man by a virgin birth, who preached the kingdom of God, healed the sick and gave His life as a sacrifice. We come to understand how He died – at the hands of the misguided religious elect and the pagan world who did not recognize the Messiah when they saw Him because they were literally clueless, not having understood the prophecies they had read. And then there is they why – the motive. He died so that we might live. He saw our sicknesses, sorrows, pain and sin and knew that it was the only way to meet the needs. Even understanding this, we still wonder why anyone, especially the Lord, would make such a sacrifice for us. But He explains it so simply in the most commonly known scripture of the New Testament. John 3:16 – “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” The “why” is not about who we are, but who He is and who we become when we believe in Him.  1 John 4:19 says, “We love Him because He first loved us.” Love is the very nature of who He is and it is why He made a way through His son, Jesus, that we may be reconciled to Him through the cleansing of our sins.
    
    
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      Another mark of a really good mystery story is that even though it answers most of the important questions, it still leaves us pondering some others. Have you read the Bible and accepted Jesus as your savior? Then you understand the mystery of Christ. But do you still have questions? I know I do, and most of them start with “why”. If we really knew everything, we wouldn’t have to keep reading and studying and praying. The answers are all in there, but we have to be observant and discerning . . . and patient. God may choose to reveal the answers to us while we are here, but we may have to wait until the great day when we go to be with Him for eternity. In a song we sing at church, called the Revelation Song, there is a line that says, “Such a Marvelous Mystery.” Jesus is a marvelous mystery, ready to reveal Himself to those who are willing to open their hearts and minds to Him.
    
    
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      If you were to talk to people who only knew me back in the day, they might be surprised to know that I am a Christian. They might even be a little skeptical, especially if they are not Christians. They know my sins and could probably recount them for me in detail. My behavior and habits back then defined the person they knew. However, if they, too, have become Christians, they should be accepting of the news of my transformation. After all, they’ve had a similar experience. But that is not always the case.
    
    
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      It was one of those movies that kept me thinking for days and weeks and even months. When it came out it 1999, “The Matrix” was an exciting action thriller with new special effects that wowed audiences. It was a high tech presentation of a simple message about living free and escaping bondage. At a pivotal point early in the movie, the main character, Neo, has a choice to make. If he takes the blue pill, he will return to the only life he has known, which turns out to be a false reality created by the world’s machines that have enslaved mankind. But if he takes the red pill, he will be freed from the machines and wake up in the real world. Neo chooses red and, for the remainder of the movie and the two sequels, fights to free all mankind.
    
    
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      At some point in his or her life, each person has the opportunity to hear the gospel of Jesus Christ. Then, like the character Neo, they have a choice to make. Our Heavenly Father didn’t create us to be obedient machines. He gave us freewill, which means we may choose to accept Him and take our place in eternity . . . or not.  It is a life-changing decision either way. After Neo starts to see the big picture and the magnitude of what is at stake, he asks his liberators, “I can’t go back, can I?” Once you know the truth, you can’t go back. In the same way, those who have come to the knowledge of Christ cannot go back. It is one thing to not know who Christ is and what He did for mankind. It is another to know this truth and turn your back on it.
    
    
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      We read in the Bible where Jesus healed some people who were physically blind, which was a good thing for them. But more importantly, all who follow Him are healed of their spiritual blindness. Like Him, we are to reach out to liberate the captive and the oppressed. But they aren’t necessarily sitting around in jail cells. The lost and found coexist. They are sitting next to us at work or they are in line behind us at the grocery store. Or they are sitting down next to us at the dinner table at home. And much like a lion in zoo, they don’t realize they are captives and they won’t know unless someone tells them. They might not understand when you tell them they are lost, but we can at least begin to plant the seeds. We must do our part to help the lost, but at some point, they have to want to be found.
    
    
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      The day was bright and hot, and we all huddled with our lawn chairs under the only shade tree. Fortunately, it was a big enough tree to give off a lot of shade and a nice breeze was blowing. I was on the end of the row and apparently close enough to the edge of the shade that parts of my arm and leg were not protected. After the game, I noticed several sunburned patches just on my right side.
    
    
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      It hadn’t occurred to me that I might need some sunscreen. Sunscreen is one of those things that I know I should wear, but often forge ahead without. Sometimes I remember to take it with me when I am going to be out and about, but I still forget to put it on. Certainly, we have all been enlightened in the last decade about the importance of wearing sunscreen. We know the dangers to our health if we allow our skin to be burned. Several years ago, I lost a friend to cancer that started out as skin cancer and spread to other areas. I understand the risk and should do more to protect myself.
    
    
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      If you haven’t read your Bible in a while, it’s time to wipe the dust off the cover. I know it isn’t always the easiest read, but the more you read, the more you will understand. I recommend a good study Bible with lots of notes. My favorite Bible is called, appropriately enough, Life Applications Study Bible. It helps because not only am I reading God’s Word, I am figuring out how to apply it in my life. In Acts 8, Philip comes across an Ethiopian man reading the Word and asks him if he understands it. The man says, “How can I unless someone explains it to me?” Once he learns who Jesus is, he understands and wants to be baptized. He immediately begins applying what he has learned. That’s why it’s nice to attend a Bible study or Sunday School class, or have a good study Bible to help us understand. And certainly, the Holy Spirit will bring understanding if you are truly seeking the Truth.
    
    
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      We knew this day was coming, but it came much quicker than expected. A little denial on our part didn’t hurt either. Of course, if we had our way, it would not have come at all because of the hurt it has caused us. But that is our selfish desire, and it would have kept her here with us in pain. Instead, she is healed and home with Jesus, and I know she is clogging in heaven for Him.
    
    
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      Lesley’s Facebook page is filling up with stories from people whose lives she touched. She was a loving wife and mother, dedicated teacher and loyal friend. She may have been my daughter’s teacher, but I also found myself learning from her. Her faith, perseverance and love for life have been an inspiration to me and many others, and it is a legacy that will live on in all of us who had the privilege of knowing her. In Psalm 149, it says “Let them praise His name with the dance”.  I know that’s exactly what she is doing. She is home and healed and clogging in Heaven.
    
    
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      A mom will do almost anything for her children. I am sure it was no surprise when the mother of James and John came to Jesus and asked Him to give her sons a place at his left and right hands in His kingdom. Most likely, she envisioned an earthly kingdom with her sons in a high and honored position. Like any mother, she wanted the best for her boys. She could see that Jesus was on the rise to power and she wanted her boys to get in positions early in the game.
    
    
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      There is a place for us in the body of Christ, but it is not necessarily the one of our choosing (or our mommy’s). God gives us those gifts and callings that are without repentance. He gives us the ones He wants us to have. It’s funny how some people find themselves running away from their callings, while others are jockeying for that very position, even if it is not their calling. The church is not the place to make a name for yourself or to make a power play. Despite the way the world wants to label and rank positions, all parts of the body are equal. All play an important role.
    
    
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      Jesus said that “whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted.”  I don’t know if you have ever had to be humbled, but I can tell you it isn’t a fun experience. Paul was right on when he advised that we ought not think more highly of ourselves (Romans 12:3). But if we humble ourselves and accept the place that God has given us, then we will know the satisfaction of walking in our calling. We will receive our reward. But the reward can’t be our sole motivation. We must be motivated to serve God in our calling because He is God and we love Him. We also must realize that when He does place or promote us into positions, it isn’t so we can throw our weight around or act self-important. With power comes responsibility. In whatever work we are doing, we are serving others, just as Jesus came to serve.
    
    
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      As a church body, we should honor and respect all parts. We should encourage and uplift each other. Each of us should be able to plant ourselves and grow spiritually in our callings. And it should be done with all manner of kindness, respect and love for one another and for our Creator. There is no place for jealousy, back-biting, false flattery, self-ambition or gossip within the body. We are connected and interdependent. Truly when one hurts, we all hurt. We may not always like each other, but we always have to love one another. Our flesh will naturally war against us, but our spirit must be supernaturally victorious in order for the body to function properly. That means we have to be humble, forgiving, understanding and gentle, even when we don’t feel like it. There is a place for each of us in the body, and in that place we will find fulfillment and peace, and God will recognize what we have done for Him alone.
    
    
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      I was pondering this earlier in the week when our Praise Team at church was doing a song about all the earth singing a new song. “A new song I’ll sing, Lord I will glorify and bless your Holy Name,” says one line. If there is nothing new under the sun, then how can we sing a new song?
    
    
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      You might think that anything you might say to praise God has been said before and wouldn’t be new to Him. That may be true, but it isn’t just what you say, but how and when you say it. Those words of praise have existed, but when you discover them and their meaning for your relationship with Him, they become a new song in your spirit. If you have typically been a worrier or a complainer, and you begin to trust God and cry out to Him, then it is a new song to you. Praising God in your worst situation may seem unfamiliar or strange -- a new concept or idea -- but once you experience it you understand the power it has. It will change your spirit and bring forth other new songs of praise.
    
    
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      For the past three weeks, I have been ill with a case of vertigo. I not only have had the dizziness and light headedness from this, but I also slept a lot and have just felt so tired and run down. I have missed a lot of things because of it, including church. I was becoming discouraged and downhearted. My blood sugars have been running too high and still are. I have taken antibiotics, as well as Meclizine. Then I finally went to the doctor and he prescribed Ativan. I am feeling better and have stopped the Meclizine, but have continued taking the Ativan, at least for a few more days. I have become a bit depressed because the house is such a mess and needs a good dusting and mopping. I had been in the process of working in the spare bedroom cleaning out the closet and had a big mess in the room from sorting and trying to organize things a bit when the vertigo hit. So needless to say the work in the bedroom had ceased for three weeks.
    
    
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      Then I got word on Friday that Baylee and Lexi would be coming in for the week to visit. I love my granddaughters very much, but I was beside myself with concerns that I was in no way ready to have visitors. I was still not well and I just didn't know how I was going to have that bedroom in shape for the girls to sleep in, as well as have everything else done that I needed to do. I just could not seem to get my husband, Buzzy, to understand my point of view and my feelings about this. I am always happy to see Baylee and Lexi. But because I was ill, I was not really able to do what I needed to make their visit enjoyable. I was just so disheartened. Buzzy said I was yelling at him when really I was desperate to have him help me find a solution to my dilemma.  Now, I know better than to depend on people to solve my problems. I know that I can only depend on God to help me with the answers I need.
    
    
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      On Saturday, we had Abby, my other granddaughter, here while my son, Kevin, went to get a haircut. That day I was feeling so overwhelmed and so sick, I began to cry. I told Buzzy that I did not feel like going out to eat with them and to just go on without me. But he said he didn't want to go without me and that we would just stay in and he would go get us something. Well, Abby saw all of this. She saw me crying and heard what I was saying. I finally ended up going out with them. I was just so miserable and just wanting to be home in bed. But God had other ideas for me. As usual, Abby sat beside me in the booth at IHOP. I know that she was sensing my mood and unhappiness. She was just so loving toward me. She just kept hugging me and kissing me. She would kiss my shoulder or my cheek or my hand, etc. She would pat me on the back or arm. This small child understood the need to show love and compassion to a person who was hurting and needing love. I was reminded of the scripture that says a little child shall lead. Well, this little four-year old led me. She led me back to where I needed to be -- remembering to turn to God first when I have a problem instead of trying to find solutions from people.
    
    
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      I found that after my little girl gave me love and caring, I became calmer about my problems and that I started to feel better physically. I still have some weakness and need to regain my strength, but thank God I have not had any dizziness for the past few days. I have relaxed and not stressed over getting ready for the girls’ visit. Buz and I worked a bit in the spare bedroom Sunday evening, and at least the bed is ready to be slept in. The girls arrived today but are both sleeping at their other grandparents’ house tonight. Buz told me that Alex had asked them if they would mind if both girls slept at their house as needed because I had been sick and needed a break. I am so appreciative of that and I am thankful to God that finally someone understands enough to try to help me out. I am going to try to not get upset about things this week and just try to concentrate on enjoying the girls while they are here and also to try to get stronger and recoup from this illness.
    
    
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      My God is so patient and so faithful. Sometimes I have to have a reality check that makes me realize that God is my source and my friend who sticks closer to me than a brother. He will never leave me nor forsake me or fuss at me because I get upset. He has the answers I need and I just have to let Him know that I need Him. He knows best and that is all I need to know. It took a child to lead me back to that point. Imagine that!
      
      
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      There is a commercial on television (I can’t remember for what product or service) where a woman is watching the cost rack up on the pump as she fills up her car. When she is through filling up, the price suddenly changes to free. The smile on her face tells all – you can see her joy and happiness. She looks around, almost as if she is wondering if this is really possible. I know I would be doing the happy dance if I got a free tank of gas.
    
    
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      While a free tank of gas would be great, it can’t compare to a free life we can live thanks to the price paid by Jesus. Each day we go around racking up a sin debt – we are, after all, human. None of us is perfect.  Romans 6:23 says: “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Jesus paid the sin debt for us when He went to the cross. It wasn’t bought with silver, gold or American Express. It was paid with every drop of blood that He shed, and He shed it all.
    
    
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      Just like that woman in the commercial, we should be smiling from ear to ear in the knowledge of what Christ has done for us. We should be doing a happy dance. We should be celebrating our freedom every day. And yet, many walk around with the weight of the world on their shoulders. We ask God to forgive our sins, and then we hang onto them and beat ourselves up with them. We wonder how we can be used of God when we think about the things we’ve done. We bind ourselves with our own anxieties, insecurities, guilt, shame and doubt instead of trusting our Savior.
    
    
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      People keep score. People remind you of who you used to be. People would like to pull you back into the world where you can be miserable with them. If you have people like that in your life, maybe you need to get some new people! People aren’t going to determine where you spend eternity.  Your relationship with Christ is going to determine that.  If you believe and accept that He died so that you could be forgiven and set free, then live free right now. You don’t have to wait until you get to Heaven. Your salvation doesn’t begin when you die, but it begins when you start to live for Him today. Quit hanging on to your stuff. It’s time to get over it and get on with being about your Father’s business.
    
    
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      Certainly it was not one of my better moments, either as a mom or a Christian. I appreciated her holding up that mirror and letting me see myself as she was seeing me. I also appreciate that she loves me and does understand when I get tired and grouchy and loves me anyway. Our home is supposed to be our sanctuary – a place where we can be free and unburdened and be relaxed. We can let our hair down and be ourselves. We are comfortable around the people we live with. They see how lovely we look in the mornings. They do see us when we are grumpy. They see how we spend our time and they hear how we talk about people and issues. We are being watched. Our families are watching our lives and making decisions about whether it is the kind of life they would choose.
    
    
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      Naomi probably had no idea that she had such an impact on Ruth. We don’t know what kind of impact we might be having on our family or friends because of the way we are living our lives. We do sometimes need to speak directly to them, boldly and lovingly sharing the gospel of Christ and extending the invitation of salvation. But often, our actions speak louder than words. There will be times when they see us at our worst, because we are human. At least they will know that being a Christian doesn’t mean being perfect. But we won’t be judged by them for one bad day, but how we consistently live from day to day. If we are grouchy and hateful all the time, it doesn’t say much about our relationship with God.
    
    
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      Highly creative people are seen as . . . well, a little different. They color outside the lines. They dress to suit themselves and not the latest trends. They seem to walk to the beat of a different drummer. They find beauty and worth in things that the world takes little note of.  They willingly give up the material things of this world in order to pursue their passions (hence the term “starving artists”). They draw, paint, sculpt, write, design, sew, cook, act, dance, sing, play musical instruments, and invent. They do it because they must. It is as essential to their being as breathing.
    
    
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      Many of us may feel that we don’t fall into this creative category. However, every person is creative, though some demonstrate it more than others and in different ways. We can’t help but be creative, because we have a Heavenly Father who is The Creator. He created the heavens and the earth. He created the sun, moon, stars, animals, and plants. And He made us, male and female, in His image. Like Father, like son, as the saying goes. In John 5:19, it says: Then Jesus answered and said to them, “Most assuredly, I say to you, the Son can do nothing of Himself, but what He sees the Father do; for whatever He does, the Son also does in like manner.”
    
    
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      Yet people are holding back in their talents and gifts. For every singer we have on the Praise &amp;amp; Worship Team, there are probably two or three in the congregation who have beautiful voices that are never heard. Just as surely, there are people among us who could teach, preach, play music, write, design, plan and implement events, paint, and reach out to others in ways that no one else can. But they are sitting in their comfort zones, afraid to step out. The poet Sylvia Plath said, “The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”  We are afraid of trying and failing. We judge ourselves harshly and deem ourselves unworthy.  But if your gift or talent is truly from God, then you need to replace doubt with faith. If God has meant for you to do it, then He will help you do it. His anointing will be there. We need to trust in Him, rather than in our own abilities. It can’t be about us, because it is all about Him.
    
    
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      Creativity is a lot like muscle in that you must use it or lose it. In order to use it, we have to put aside self-doubt and fear. We also have to be humble, giving thanks to the Lord.  We, as a church, must develop an atmosphere of freedom in which people can discover and grow in their gifts and callings. I came across this quote by an author named Julia Cameron, which echoes the scripture from Colossians. She writes, “We are ourselves creations. We are meant to continue creativity by being creative ourselves. This is the God-force extending itself through us. Creativity is God's gift to us. Using creativity is our gift back to God.” 
    
    
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      It’s time to get out of the comfort zone. It’s time to color outside the lines. It’s time to be free to be who God called us to be. If you are in Christ, you are a new creation! It’s a new beginning and a fresh start. You weren’t meant to crawl in a corner and dry up. You can do things that no one else can. You can do more than you can possibly know or imagine. Through Christ, you can do all things. We know that all scripture is God-breathed (God inspired). Well so are you. He gave you life and breath and soul. But what you do with it is up to you. Let His love, joy, mercy, kindness, and goodness inspire you to do a new thing for Him.
    
    
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      Inside each heart are secret places where things have been buried alive. They are things like emotional hurts, grief, guilt, shame, humiliation, betrayals, and disappointments. They are painful things that we cannot bear to deal with, so we bury them deep and cover them with a hardened resolve to not let them out where they can be seen or felt.
    
    
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      In doing so, we build up walls of stone in our heart. Walls serve two purposes: they keep things in, but they also keep things out. We build walls in our heart to protect us from being hurt again, but those same walls keep us from receiving the fullness of love and joy and peace. There have been many times when I have prayed for a person and felt my prayers hit those stone walls. If we really want healing and peace and spiritual fulfillment, then we need to roll away the stone or stones in our heart. 
    
    
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      What is the purpose of a bellows? It is used by blacksmiths and others to increase the flames of fire—to increase the heat to get the desired temperature with which to work on the project.
    
    
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      It means we can choose what we breathe in (i.e. God’s Word vs. the world), but eventually we will have to exhale or we die.  What will we exhale?  We will exhale whatever we have chosen to breathe into our spiritual lungs. 
      
      
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      These are examples of comments on blog articles written in the last couple of years. In fact, March 23 marks the two year anniversary of the blog on our church website. When I started writing for it back in 2010, I wondered if I could keep it up for six months. I wondered if anyone would read it or even care. Then I reminded myself that if God was in it, then it would continue and it would make an impact. I just had to be faithful in doing my part.
    
    
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      Looking back over the various articles (this one will be number 77), some received several comments while others didn’t get any. It seems like the ones that receive the most comments are those in which I let down my guard and shared personal information, whether it be about grief, a heart breaking experience, how I feel I fall short of where I need to be, how my family drives me nuts sometimes (LOL) . . . the feelings and challenges of every day life. These are things we all go through, but it always seems to make us feel better when we know that we are not alone and that we are not crazy for feeling the way we do.
    
    
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      In other words, with God’s help I have been able to establish an intimacy with the readers of these articles. That’s something every writer tries to do. But in order to do so, you have to be open. You have to share your personal space and let people into your heart, and it is easier said than done. I have always considered myself to be a private person. I don’t usually share it all, even with my closest friends. I play things close to the vest. I have tried to be more of a listener for others than one who has to spill her guts about everything . . . that was until I started writing about the things of God and then, for some reason, I became this open book.
    
    
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      Most people who hold back from sharing their personal thoughts and feelings do so because of the fear of rejection. We think that if people know what we are thinking or feeling or going through, they will either laugh or turn away from us. But it is actually the sharing of those personal experiences that bridges the gaps between us and brings us into closer, more intimate relationships.
    
    
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      Consider the example of the Apostle Paul (read in detail in Acts 9). He started out as Saul, a well-educated and steadfast Pharisee who saw the early Christians as a threat that needed to be eradicated. Anyone who proclaimed faith in Jesus was arrested and often killed. (Read about the stoning of Stephen in Acts 7.) While on the way to Damascus to round up those troublesome Christians, Paul had his own personal encounter with Jesus, and he was never the same after that. He was so changed that even his name changed! He was a new creature in Christ. And everywhere he went, he preached about Christ and he shared the life-changing experience that he had on the road to Damascus. It wasn’t just about what he believed, but why he believed it.
    
    
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      As Christians, we know that it is our obligation to share our testimony and tell others about Christ. But knowing it and doing it are two different things. Believe me -- I know how hard it can be to try to talk to family or friends. It can be awkward and uncomfortable at times. You try to bring it up in conversation casually or make an upfront, direct appeal, only to get brushed off. But sometimes they listen, even if it is for a few moments. I have loved writing for this blog because I have unsaved family and friends who have been reading it. I can say things to them through the written word that I often don’t get to say in person. And since I know that God’s word will not go and return void (Isaiah 55:11), I know that it is having an impact on everyone who hears it. Accepting Jesus Christ as my Savior has totally changed my life and brought me a peace and joy that I never knew before, and that’s what I want for all my family and friends.
    
    
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      My neighbor called several days ago with a heads up on local gas prices. He wanted to let me know that the price had jumped to $3.95 in the downtown Charleston area, but it was still $3.79 at our local station a few miles away. His purpose in calling was a practical one that I appreciated – he wanted to save me some money. Also, there was apparently a rush on the local station, as people were sitting in line to fill up before the price changed. I had filled up the night before, so I already had a tank of $3.79 gas in my car. A few days later, the prices at our local station did catch up with those downtown.
    
    
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      In the midst of my hissy fit, God reminded me of a conversation we had years ago. Emma was little and I had become a stay-home mom by that time. I was having some health issues and I was afraid I might have heart problems. It turned out to be some other things that were causing me to have rapid heart beat and symptoms that mimic heart problems, and a few simple changes to my diet and medications corrected the problem. However, when I was first going through this, it had me scared. I prayed and asked God to heal me so that I could live to take care of my family and see my daughter grow up. He did and I was happy to get back to being a wife and mother full time. I did everything around the house, inside and out (except for cutting grass). It was often exhausting, but I felt like it was what I needed to do, especially given that I had asked God for the job.
    
    
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      Our society tends to unfairly label people based on one thing that they said or did. We never let them forget their mistakes. We never forgive them. We may feel justified in feeling that way because that one thing they did was a terrible crime, but that doesn’t make it right. God still cares about that person. It is His will that all should come to repentance, even if that isn’t ours. I think that is why it takes very special people to do prison ministries – people who can look past the deed and see the person that God loves.
    
    
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      Undoubtedly, Job was a man who suffered greatly, ironically because he loved God so much. Satan couldn’t believe that a man could love and serve God under great affliction. He was sure that if Job lost everything he would curse God. God had faith in Job (isn’t that a wonderful thing?!) and allowed Satan to bring the afflictions upon him. We read in chapter 1 that Job first lost all his livestock and most of his servants to thieves and fire. Then all 10 of his children are killed when the house in which they were feasting collapsed under a heavy wind. We try to picture these things happening to us and we can imagine how devastating this would be to Job. We wonder how he could hold up under such painful conditions.
    
    
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      People respond to great tragedy in a number of ways, and some of them are not good. It says that Job did not sin or charge God with wrong. Job didn’t become a drunk. He didn’t start doing drugs. Job didn’t look around for someone to blame. He didn’t take his pain and anger out on others. He didn’t give up and mentally check out of life. What he did was fall to the ground and worship his God. I think that would be hard for most of us to do if we were in a similar situation. Job had an extraordinary relationship with God that is a great example for us to emulate.
    
    
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      And that’s where most of us have left her . . . sounding foolish and angry and bitter. In one of my study Bible notes, it ponders the question of why Job’s wife wasn’t taken away from him like his children and property. The writer suggests that she was left behind to add to his suffering! I thought that was a horrible thing to suggest. I know a lot of jokes have been made about marriage relationships (Take my wife . . . PLEASE!). But a wife (or husband) is supposed to be a source of love and comfort, not a thorn in the other’s side.
    
    
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      As Christians, we are all ministers of the gospel. We are to share the Good News of Jesus Christ with everyone. In our church this year, our Pastor put up board with a tree on it. He told us that God said to write the names of people we wanted to see saved and in church. Everyone rushed to write the names of their family members and friends. Then he told us that God said to add the names of people we didn’t want to come to the church. What?!? That really caused some head scratching. I heard a few people say they wanted everyone to come, and they may have been sincere. But I wonder if we are really honest if we would do it. Would we have written the name of someone like Job’s wife on there? Would we write down the name of the drug dealer down the street? Do we want him to come to our church? What about a person that hurt our feelings, and who we think is bitter and hateful? Do we want her to come to our church? What about the young people with piercings, tattoos and pink hair hanging around on the corner? Do we want them coming to our church?
    
    
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      When I am studying and putting together a Sunday School lesson, I am always excited to see what will be revealed. Often there is a wonderful nugget of information or the revelation of a Godly principle that comes out that I hadn’t expected. That was the case a few weeks ago as I was preparing a lesson from Lamentations.
    
    
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      The book of Lamentations, which was written by the prophet Jeremiah, is not a book that most people are very familiar with, which is one of the reasons we are studying it. I think that we need to be knowledgeable of all the books of the Bible, not just the four Gospels.  Each of these books is in there for a reason. Lamentations is exactly what its name implies – a lament, a song of mourning. Jeremiah is grieving over the destruction of Jerusalem around 586 BC by the Babylonians. Once King Nebuchadnezzar’s army broke down the wall around Jerusalem, they destroyed or burned down most homes and buildings, including the Temple, God’s Dwelling Place. Most of the people were taken into captivity, leaving only a few poor people behind to tend the land. You can read about the final fall of Jerusalem in 2 Kings 25.
    
    
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      The people of Judah had been warned that this day of destruction was coming, but they didn’t listen to Jeremiah. As early as in the day of Moses, they had been warned what the consequences would be if they turned their backs on God, but they didn’t listen. Instead, they served other gods and idols. They went through the motions of serving God, but their hearts were far from him. They watched the same thing happen to their brothers in Israel in 721 BC when Assyria took them into captivity, but seemed to think it couldn’t happen to them. In Lamentations, Jeremiah speaks as Jerusalem, acknowledging that God is the one who brought the destruction upon them as punishment for their sin against Him. Jeremiah goes on to talk about God’s love and mercy, and how there was still hope for a relationship with the Lord. God would use the destruction of Jerusalem and the exile of the people to bring them back into a right relationship with Him. And one day they would return and rebuild the temple and the walls. But in the meantime, He allowed the Babylonians to destroy their homes . . . and not just theirs, but His as well.
    
    
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      With the temple gone, there was no longer a place for God in Jerusalem. There was no place for the people to gather and worship Him. Several times a year, many thousands of people poured into Jerusalem to celebrate certain feasts and observances mandated by God. Now there was no place to celebrate. There was no place for God, but mostly it was because the people no longer had a place in their hearts for Him. They were caught up in their own selves and had allowed other gods, idols and worldliness to fill up their lives. Sound familiar?
    
    
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      Where there is no place, there is no presence. If we want the presence of God in our lives, then we have to make a place for Him. We have to spend time in prayer, talking with Him, not at Him. We have to read and study His Word, so that we can learn from Him. We have to listen to His instruction and be obedient – and we know that obedience is better (and a lot less painful) than sacrifice. We have to seek His face and search Him out, examine ourselves daily, and as Paul said, “die daily” as we pursue a relationship in Christ. If we do these things, then we will feel and know the presence of the Lord in our lives, which is a wonderful thing to experience.
    
    
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      And here is the even better part. If you have made a place in your life for Him, then He will make a place for you.
    
    
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      Have you made a place for God in your life? If so, how much room have you given Him? He has prepared a mansion for you. If you are just giving Him an hour on Sundays, then He doesn’t have much room to work with. When you open your entire heart to Him, your life will be transformed. Let God be present in your life; in His presence is fullness of joy.
    
    
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      When Amy Poehler and Seth Meyers hosted Weekend Update , a mock news program on Saturday Night Live , they had a recurring segment called Really!?! They would feature the most outrageous news stories of the week, giving voice to what most people said when they heard them Really!?! When we hear about some of the crazy things that people believe, say and do, we find ourselves shaking our heads. That particular segment ended when Poehler left the show, but I find myself thinking about it and saying Really!?! when I hear things on the news and especially when I hear about things some people believe.
    
    
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      The other news stories that leave me shaking my head are the ones about alien abductions and UFO sightings. In 1938, Orson Welles brought to the radio an adaptation of H.G. Wells novel, War of the Worlds . He performed it as a series of news bulletins and set off a great panic among the public, who really believed that the earth was being invaded by aliens. There are many people who swear that they have seen a flying saucer or were visited by alien creatures. Yet many express disbelief at the numerous stories of people who have been visited by angels. On the night of Jesus birth, the shepherds out in the fields near Bethlehem were visited by an angel and then a whole host of angels appeared in the heavens. When they went to Bethlehem, they found the child the angels spoke of and they told everyone of the marvelous things they had seen.
    
    
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                    “Lather, rinse, repeat.” These are the directions you’ll find on many shampoo bottles.  I always wondered why you had to repeat the shampoo – you should be able to get it clean the first time. And if you took the directions literally, you would be caught in a continuous loop of washing and rinsing that would continue until something interrupted it, like running out of hot water or shampoo.
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                    That sounds silly, but often we do find ourselves caught up in the cycle of a routine that seems to take on a life of its own. You become so busy that you don’t have time for the things you enjoy or that you need in your life. I have found that to be the case lately. A couple of weeks before Christmas, I put this blog on stand-by for the holidays, with plans to restart after the first of the year. I knew the week before and after Christmas would be hectic, with shopping, wrapping and traveling.
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                    Life hasn’t been any less hectic in January. Since we started back to school the day after New Year’s, we haven’t had a regular full week of school. My “Mondays” have fallen on Tuesday or Wednesday, which has totally thrown off my usual schedule. I haven’t been able to get back into my routine. It would be easy to ride that wave and continue to just let things go, but it is time to break the “busy cycle.”
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                    It is easy to let work, errands and daily chores or activities fill up our days. We sometimes marvel at all we accomplish in a day. But to what good? If you have left time for God out of the picture, what good has come of it? If you didn’t have time to spend with your spouse or children, what good has come of it? For some things we do have deadlines that must be met, but there are other activities that we could be more flexible about where we create self-imposed deadlines. So what if your house didn’t get cleaned today? It will still be there tomorrow. Grass didn’t get cut this afternoon? It will still be there tomorrow.  I am not suggesting we become slobs or let things go. I am just saying we should prioritize them properly.
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                    If we listen to what Jesus told Martha, spending time with Him and reading the Word and focusing on the things of God are much more important. We need to give time to them every day. That is what will give us strength and wisdom and purpose as we go through our day and take care of those necessary tasks, whether at work or at home.
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                    It feels good to break the “busy cycle” and get back to my Father’s business. I think you will find that if you prioritize your “To Do” list every day and put God at the top of the list, you will have time for all the other things you want to get done.
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                    A word: I was thinking about some of the people in my life who don’t go to church and wondering what their beliefs are. I thought, well I know they believe in God. I heard in my spirit, (paraphrasing as best I can remember) “A lot of people believe or say they believe in God. But do they believe in who Jesus is? That’s what is important. That’s what you need to be asking them.”
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                    As I got older and outgrew Santa, my love for Christmas music continued. In junior high (no one had ever heard of “middle school” back then), all the kids in our neighborhood got together to go caroling. I made everyone a song book with all the words and we even practiced. For several years we entertained our neighbors with carols ranging from “Rudolph” to “Silent Night”, and ending each time with “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.” There were a few people who gave us cocoa or cookies, but we didn’t care if we got anything or not. We were having too much fun.
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                    So go ahead and decorate your Christmas tree. Buy gifts for family and friends. Enjoy the wonder and awe in the children’s eyes when they sit on Santa’s lap and share their wish list. Sing about a reindeer with a shiny nose and drink your egg nog (none for me thanks, yuk!). But let your first noel be for Christ. Let your first fruits and your first praises be for Him. Instead of trying to impress everyone with your use of the term “Merry Christmas”, go out and make it a merry one for someone. Share the gift of Christ with others. “Freely you have received, freely give,” (Matthew 10:8).
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    This is the last blog article for 2011. This truly is the most wonderful time of the year, so go out and enjoy it to the fullest with your family and friends. Don’t get overwhelmed by the hustle and busyness that seems to come with what is supposed to be a time of worship. Instead, put Christ first and allow Him to lead you in this time of celebration. Thanks for following this blog . . . I hope it has helped you in some way or provoked your thinking. I do wish all of you a Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year. See you in 2012!
  
  
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      When witnessing to others, many take the laid back, subtle approach. We don’t want to be too pushy or upset anyone. But maybe we should. Maybe we should be more like the young, hip spokesperson for the technical school and ask people why they are making it so complicated. We need to keep it simple and be ready to answer their excuses or objections. Just like the unemployed need the “skills to pay the bills,” the unsaved need a Savior for their souls. We need to be able to say to that person we are witnessing to, “What are you waiting for? It isn’t complicated – you’re the one making it complicated. Choose Him now – sitting around doing nothing isn’t getting you anywhere.” When you realize the consequences – life or death – is it really that complicated?
    
    
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      I knew we would be at church Thursday evening, which left Thursday morning the only time I could make the special brownies (read “special brownies” with a sarcastic tone as that is how I thought it). Thursday mornings I usually try to write and work on my Sunday School lesson before I have to go to work. The last thing in the world I wanted to do today was make homemade brownies from scratch. But I did it because I am her mom and she is my daughter and I love her.
    
    
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      We all have moments when we really don’t feel like doing what is expected of us or what we have obligated ourselves to do. For example, I love going to church. I don’t mind getting up early on Sunday and I look forward to being there . . . most of the time. But like anyone else, there are some days when I want to pull the covers over my head and turn off the phone. When I start to feel that way, I usually push myself to go anyway. The results can vary. Sometimes when I make myself go, I find that I am glad that I went because we have an awesome service that really touches me. Other times, the mood follows me there and I am watching the clock until I can get back home.
    
    
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      I have heard numerous stories of men and women who have spent all their lives – 40, 50, even 60 years – in church and then one day realized that they did not have a relationship with God and weren’t saved. This was a shock to their family and friends. After all, they had faithfully attended church and been active in all church activities. Others in the church looked up to them as examples of what it meant to be good Christian men and women. But they had responded to what they saw as a call of duty with their “outer man” and had left their heart out of the process. They had committed to a certain behavior but had never committed themselves to God. They had put up a good front, but there was no substance to sustain them. Thank God that they came to this realization and asked Jesus to be the Lord of their lives. Imagine the joy they felt when their love for God lined up with their faithful actions. Imagine how effective they became. And it proves that it is never too late to give your heart to God.
    
    
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      This scripture says “whatever you do”. That means anything you do, and not just church things. Whatever you do, do it for God. Let the love of Christ shine through in your words and actions. You’ll be surprised how much more you enjoy what you are doing when you approach it with the right heart. Don’t work just to please people, because you will be disappointed. He wants you to always give your best and give it cheerfully, that people may see Him in you and He will be glorified.
    
    
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      Most people seem to have trouble making decisions. Perhaps it is because they have too many options to choose from. Or maybe they had a parent or friend that made all their choices for them, so they never learned the decision making process. Many are afraid of making the wrong choice, while others are waiting to see which way others go so they can follow them. They think sitting on the fence and not making a choice will keep them safe in their non-committal world. After all, they think, they have plenty of time to decide. Why rush? But deciding not to choose is itself a choice, and one which can have dire consequences.
    
    
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      When it comes to deciding if you are going to choose to accept Christ as your Savior and serve God, you don’t want to be dragging your feet. The Apostle Paul says in 2 Corinthians 6:2 that “now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.” Sometimes we put off decisions for so long that when we finally make a move, it’s too late. God created man and then made the most unselfish move – He gave us free will. That means we are free to choose serving Him . . . or not. The opportunity to choose to spend eternity in Heaven with a loving God is one that you don’t want to take for granted. We are all going to spend an eternity somewhere. The question for each of us is do we want Smoking or Non-Smoking? I’m not trying to make light of it . . . it’s an important decision to make. There isn’t an “opt out” button. If you don’t choose Heaven, you’ll get Hell by default. It’s not about if you are a “good person.” The Bible says that no sin will enter into Heaven. Revelation 21:27: “But there shall by no means enter it anything that defiles, or causes an abomination or a lie, but only those who are written in the Lamb’s Book of Life.” Jesus is the Lamb of God that cleanses us of our sin when we repent of them.
    
    
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      Critics would say that I am another Christian using scare tactics to convert people to my faith. You bet! We should be afraid.  Proverbs 9:10 tells us that the fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom. But no wants to “scare” someone into choosing Christ. The fear you have for the Lord isn’t like the fear you have of the dark or of spiders or whatever it is that scares you. The kind of fear you should have for God is a reverent respect – the knowledge of who God is and how mighty and wonderful He is. You should choose Him because of this knowledge and the knowledge that He loves you and it is His will that none should perish, but that all should come to repentance. We love Him because He first loved us.
    
    
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      It’s funny that when you try to talk to people about God, they get evasive or try to change the subject. They’ll talk about how they grew up in church or how they do believe in God, but they don’t talk about having a current relationship with Him. Others will say that they have wanted to go to church, but they just aren’t ready or they haven’t had time. I’ve had people tell me they are afraid the church walls would fall in if they walked in the building. I hate to tell them, but Satan comes to church every Sunday and the church building is just fine.
    
    
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      Becoming a Christian is a life-changing experience that will transform you. When you talk to people about being a Christian, some think they have to clean up their act and change their ways first, but that is putting the cart before the horse. Once you are saved, through the confessing (or stating) that Christ is your Lord and repenting (or turning away from) your sins, then the Lord will do the clean up work. A drug addict may attend a revival one night and hear about Jesus and accept Him in his life. That addict may then choose to get into rehab to get off the drugs. Jesus will be there to help him through it, but he will still have to go through the withdrawal process. He will still have to make the choice every day not to do drugs. Some addicts relapse . . . that doesn’t mean God stops loving them. He will be your strength when you are weak if you will turn to Him for help.
    
    
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      Most people aren’t drug addicts, but we all have behaviors or habits that we realize don’t line up with a Christian lifestyle. But no one should expect everything to change overnight. I remember hearing a lady speak about when her husband started going to church with her and then he got saved. He was into heavy metal music and had it playing all the time. He told her that he didn’t want to stop listening to it. She told him that was fine -- it was between him and God. As the months passed, she began to notice that he was listening to the music less and less. Finally, he wasn’t playing it at all and she asked him about it. He told her that he just wasn’t into it anymore. She didn’t say anything else to him about it. She had seen the change in him as he began to fill his life more with the things of God. The moral of this story isn’t that heavy metal music is bad and will send you to hell. The moral is that when be begin to fill our lives with the things of God and get His Word into us, it transforms us and changes our priorities. We do become new creatures in Christ.
    
    
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      Changing your life takes time. When you make that first step to accept Christ, it is a moving, emotional experience. But then what? What is a Christian supposed to act like or feel like? Joyce Meyer posted this quote on Facebook recently: “If you will start choosing to do what you know is right, your feelings will catch up with it.” I like that. Every day we have to choose God and make Godly choices. As we do, we’ll develop that relationship with Him and then we’ll be able to walk on faith, not feelings. When you become a Christian, you don’t get a list telling you how to dress, act or talk, and you should run from any church that tries to dictate things like that to you. However, you do get an instruction manual. If you will read your Bible and pray and seek God, the change will come. It will start deep on the inside and transform you. But first you have to get off that fence. Choose for yourself this day whom you will serve.
    
    
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      Last Sunday was Pastor Appreciation Day at our church. We honored and celebrated our wonderful pastors and their wives, thanking God for sending them to our church. Each year on Pastor Appreciation Day, our Pastor also gives out two Ministry Service Awards. He has been doing it for three or four years now, and it’s his way of saying thanks to people who have given their time and talents to the ministries of the church.
    
    
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                    Do you really appreciate your pastor? How do you show it?
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October is Pastor Appreciation Month. This Sunday our church will have a Pastor Appreciation Day Service to honor our pastor and associate pastor and their wives. We’ll have a guest speaker and special guests followed by a dinner. I’m sure there will be cards and gifts and flowers and warm hugs to let them know how much we love them. And we do – we are truly blessed with wonderful men and women of God as our leaders.
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                    But is it enough to take just one day out of the year to say thank you for all that they do for our church and its people? And are cards and gifts enough? Let’s think about it this way: If a husband only brought his wife flowers and told her he loved her once a year on their anniversary, how good would their relationship be the other 364 days of the year?
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                    While it’s great to have a special celebration once a year, we need to make sure our pastors know we appreciate them all year round. Despite the fact that they often exhibit superhuman abilities, pastors are just people after all. Like us, they need encouragement from time to time. They need to know that their flock cares, respects and appreciates them. They really don’t expect special gifts or offerings, but I am sure those are appreciated. I certainly don’t want to discourage anyone from giving gifts, money or gift cards or other tokens of appreciation, but I think there are some other ways to really show your appreciation for your pastors. (Note: These apply to pastors, associate pastors, youth pastors, etc. both men and women, but I will just say “pastor” to cover them all.)
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                    1. Show the pastor respect. Romans 13:7 says to give honor to whom honor is due. The Pastor is the head of our church, just as Christ is the Head of The Church. He should be addressed as Pastor or Reverend or whatever title he has in your church. You may be on a first name basis with him, but at least during services and official church activities, he should be addressed properly. I think it’s best just to address him that way all the time.
  
  
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                    2. Pray for the pastor. Our pastors are at the top of the hit list for Satan, our Enemy. After all, they are preaching the word and working to bring salvation to the unsaved. They are the leadership of the church, and you always go after the leadership in battle. If the wolf takes out the shepherd, then the sheep are easy prey. We need to keep them in prayer daily. God has sent these men and women to be our leaders. Jeremiah 3:15 says: And I will give you shepherds according to My heart, who will feed you with knowledge and understanding. Pastors have a big job. We probably don’t know more than half of what they do. 
  
  
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                    3. Support your pastor. You may not always agree with everything your pastor says or does. He can’t make everyone in the church happy at the same time. The worst thing you could do is to go behind his back, telling everyone that he is wrong and why. Then you are undermining your pastor, which causes a lot of harm within the church body. Our earlier scripture from 1 Thessalonians reminds us to be at peace among ourselves. 1 Chronicles 16:22 says: 
  
  
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                    4. Get over yourself. I started to say be less sensitive, but I think “get over it” goes to the heart of the issue. Don’t get offended so easily, because an “offense” is a baited trap. James 3:16 says: 
  
  
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                    5. Walk in your calling. I think the pastor would appreciate this so much. If every person in the church would walk in their calling, the pastor’s job would be so much easier. Romans 11:29 says: 
  
  
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                    If you haven’t told your pastor how much you appreciate him, now would be a great time since it is that time of year when we recognize our pastors for their hard work. A card, a note, or just a warm, sincere thank you in person would be a great way to start. Then you can remember to give all these other things year round. If you don’t currently have a pastor, I highly recommend mine: Pastor Craig Cook and Associate Pastor Paul Smith. Keep them in your prayers daily. Also remember our pastors’ wives, the First Ladies of the church, Belinda “Bekay” Cook and Susie Smith. We can all show pastors our appreciation by loving them the way they love us.
  
  
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      If you find yourself thinking or speaking judgmentally about another person or persons, then self-correct. Stop yourself and say, “I am going to pray for that person.” Or ask yourself if there is anything you can do to help that person. Sometimes you can’t and all you can do is pray. But isn’t that better than writing them off and condemning them? For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you. Nobody died and made you king. Jesus died so that we might all be saved. He is the King of kings and our Lord of lords. He loves people and we should love them the way He does. Then we’ll see the good fruit grow in our lives and be a blessing, not a curse, in the lives of others.
    
    
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                    They had a “back to school” dance last week at the elementary school where I work. I’m not sure how much actual dancing gets done, but I think it doesn’t matter. The kids just have fun being with their friends and listening to the music. We didn’t have dances in elementary school when I was a kid. The first dance I remember going to was in eighth grade. This was in the disco era, so we were doing “The Hustle” and I think another dance was called “the bus stop”. It was a lot of fun, until the DJ decided to play a slow song.
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                    I was an awkward 14-year old then and new to the school. The slow song was my signal to go to the bathroom or hide out near the refreshment table, because I knew no one was going to ask me to dance. As the year progressed and I got to know more people, I would be occasionally asked to dance a slow dance. I was a pretty good dancer when it came to faster paced music, but I had two left feet when it came to slow dancing. My biggest problem was (and still is) that I tried to lead and I could never relax and enjoy the dance. Though I was excited to be asked, I couldn’t wait for the song to be over.
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                    A few Sundays ago, I danced the most graceful, beautiful, and enjoyable dance. It was more like a waltz than the body-hugging sway of my junior high days. Picture Belle and the Beast from the Disney film. For once, I didn’t want it to end. For once, I wasn’t trying to lead but was allowing myself to be transported and twirled around the floor, almost like we were floating on air. I was dressed in a beautiful white lace wedding gown with a long train, which I held fan-like in one hand. My partner was dressed in a black tuxedo with tails. I couldn’t see his face, but I felt his presence – strong and commanding. I felt safe, secure and loved, which only added to the enjoyment of the dance.
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                    I wouldn’t say that this happened all in my head, but rather in my spirit. It was during the Praise and Worship portion of our service at church. We had some soft music playing and some people were being prayed for at the altar. While this was going on, I found myself swaying to the music and quietly talking with God – trying to put away all other thoughts and cares and focus on Him. It was then that I had this vision of myself as a bride dancing with the bridegroom. It probably lasted only a few seconds, though it felt longer, and when I opened my eyes, I heard “here comes the bride.” And I felt such a peace and wonder and excitement.
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                    We need to remember that the Church is the bride of Christ. I am not talking about my church or your church, but The Church – the whole body of believers worldwide. We can break into all the little denominations we want, but God sees us all as The Church. In an earlier article (“A Better Place”, 3-18-11), I wrote about the Jewish wedding customs and how they were a pattern for the relationship between Christ and the church. The bride and bridegroom imagery is used throughout scripture. Jesus is the Bridegroom, and He is waiting for the Father to tell Him when it is time to return and claim His bride. In the meantime, He has prepared a place for us to be with Him in Heaven. As the bride, we are to be preparing ourselves and to be ready for when the day comes, because no one knows the day or the hour (Matthew 24:6).
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                    Matthew 25 tells the story of the 5 wise and the 5 foolish virgins. When the call came that the bridegroom was coming, the foolish ones didn’t have enough oil in their lamps and had to run out and buy some. They weren’t ready when He came and He didn’t wait around for them to get back from the store. He left with the wise that were ready. The question I have to ask myself, and that each of us should ask ourselves, is this: am I among the wise or the foolish? If today were the day that Jesus comes back for His bride, would I be going to the marriage supper or would I be left behind?
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                    When you are at a wedding and hear the music to, “Here Comes the Bride”, you know that the marriage is about to take place. Many people are pointing to the signs that indicate that the time of Jesus’ return is drawing near. It could be today or still be many years off – again, no man knows the day or hour. But certainly, it is drawing closer. We shouldn’t focus so much about when, but about how we are conducting ourselves until that day comes. Are we living the life that God has called us to? Are we sharing the Good News with the unsaved?
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                    One of my favorite parts of a wedding is the reception – especially if it is a dinner/dance event. The reception usually kicks off with an introduction of the bridal party, followed by the wedded couple’s first dance as husband and wife. Then the party begins! We shouldn’t look at the coming of Jesus as an end, but the beginning of a never-ending celebration of our life with Him. As Christians, our ultimate goal is to spend eternity with Him. So make sure you have yourself ready and keep your dancing shoes on! You never know when you will hear “Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him,” and you certainly don’t want to be late for your own wedding.
  
  
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      The dictionary defines prejudice as: 1) an unfavorable opinion or feeling formed beforehand or without knowledge, thought, or reason; 2) any preconceived opinion or feeling, either favorable or unfavorable, and 3) unreasonable feelings, opinions, or attitudes, especially of a hostile nature, regarding a racial, religious, or national group. 
    
    
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      The first definition could be something as simple as saying that I don’t like sushi. The first time I heard of it, I decided I didn’t like it. I have never tried sushi, so it is an opinion I have formed without any knowledge or reason. Perhaps if I tried it, I would like it, but I don’t look for that to happen anytime soon. We can make those kinds of judgments about people who are different from us, as well. We buy into the stereotypes that society has created, and the result is mistrust. Once we take the time to get to know someone, then those barriers of prejudice can be removed. A little prejudice has its place, though. If I am walking down the street alone and I see a group of young men dressed in suits and carrying briefcases coming my way, I probably will have no concerns. But what if those young men are dressed in ripped up jeans and tees and have multiple tattoos and piercings? I might hold my purse a little tighter, or duck into a store until they pass by, or even cross the street. Call me prejudiced, but I am not going to take any chances with my safety. They may be a group of great kids who just happen to dress that way or they might be thugs. Until I can tell the difference, I am going to be cautious.
    
    
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      The second definition tells us that prejudice can be a favorable or unfavorable opinion, so you can give prejudice a positive spin here. I am prejudiced when it comes to my daughter. I think she is one of the smartest, kindest, and prettiest young ladies you could ever meet. Most parents feel that way about their kids. If you have a favorite sports team, you are prejudiced. Same goes for a team you don’t like. When I was at West Virginia University, each Saturday we rooted for the Mountaineers and anyone who was playing Penn State or Pitt.
    
    
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      The third definition is the one we most often think of when we talk about being prejudiced. Let’s be honest in discussing this. It used to be that we only thought about white people being prejudiced against black people. Unfortunately, there are plenty of prejudices to go around: blacks, whites, Asians, Mexicans, women, Christians, Muslims. Despite all the work of the multicultural movement of the last twenty years, I believe that people in general are becoming less tolerable of others. In the time since the September 11 attacks, can you honestly say that you haven’t become a little more suspicious or anxious when you have encountered an Arab person? Our prejudices may be mild – perhaps you just feel a little anxious or guard your feelings in your encounters with people you see as different but you don’t say anything or treat the person poorly. Other people may be blunt in their feelings toward people they are prejudiced against, and they may act accordingly. We call those people jerks. (Was that a prejudiced statement?)
    
    
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      Racism goes beyond prejudice. Prejudice can be overcome with knowledge and experience – getting to know someone or something and reducing your anxiety. For example, I use to think I didn’t like foreign doctors. Then I reluctantly took my many friends’ recommendations when I chose my daughter’s pediatrician, who was Korean, and I was pleasantly surprised. He was a wonderful doctor and helped me so much. I was sad when he retired. But racism goes beyond having a favorable or unfavorable opinion. Racism is a deep seated belief that your race is superior. Racism says that all other races are inferior and should submit to your authority – that they have no rights. Racism is about hatred and putting others “in their place”, according to its rules. Racism is not so easily overcome. Again, people most commonly associate racism as a “whites against blacks” thing. Unfortunately, history backs that up. So does the media coverage we see of white supremacy groups that actively advocate their beliefs. But racism comes in all colors. History’s most devastating example of racism was the Holocaust – the extermination of 6 million Jews at the hands of the Nazis.
    
    
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      So God doesn’t care what country you live in or what color your skin is or how you voted in the last election. The only prejudice He has is against sin. He is a Holy God and no sin will be permitted into heaven. Revelation 21:27 says: “But there shall by no means enter it anything that defiles, or causes an abomination or a lie, but only those who are written in the Lamb’s Book of Life.” God loves each and every person, without exception. But He does hate their sins. Thanks to the work that Jesus did on the cross, we can be cleansed of our sin and be reconciled with God. If we accept Jesus as our savior and repent of our sins, then God will forgive us. 
    
    
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      In God’s eyes, sin is sin. People, however, tend to assign value to sins. For example, murder is worse than stealing in society’s eyes and the punishment is more severe. Some people believe they have sinned too great to ever be forgiven, but that is not true. Perhaps we cannot get man’s forgiveness, but we can receive God’s. That means that no matter how hard it is for us to understand, God can forgive murderers, rapists, thieves, and pedophiles, if they repent. I might not think that my sin is so bad compared to these, but it will send me to Hell just as quickly. I thank God that He shows no partiality. I thank God that He is faithful and just to forgive me my sins and to cleanse me from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9). 
    
    
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      I am also prejudiced when it comes to God. I think He is the best! Nothing else compares to Him. I have no interest in any other gods, and I never want to go back to my old life without Him. I love God’s people and I enjoy being in church to worship Him with my brothers and sisters in Christ. As for my other prejudices, I am learning to love others that are different from me through Christ. Walls are coming down and bridges are being built. That’s what it will take to overcome prejudices and racism – a sincere love for others. It’s the kind of love that God has for all us.
    
    
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      If you listen to Christian radio, you have no doubt heard the song “Blessings” by Laura Story. It’s a beautiful song that brings tears to my eyes each time I hear it. Earlier this year I wrote about having a pity party . . . this song helped me out of that dark time.
    
    
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      There is a line in the song that says: “The pain reminds this heart that this is not, this is not our home – it’s not our home.” What is not our home? Earth. That’s right, fellow Christians --you are an alien.
    
    
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      Of course, I don’t mean you are an alien like you are from another planet. You aren’t E.T. I am certainly not supporting the theory that the human race was planted here by extraterrestrials. I know who my Creator is. We are born into this world and grow in this world. But at some point in our lives, we come to the realization that there is more to it . . . that there is something bigger out there and that we are not alone. We either seek it out or ignore it.
    
    
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      That something bigger is, of course, our God. When we come to know the true, living God, we realize that we belong with Him, and His place is not of this earth. We learn that through a relationship with Jesus Christ, we can have eternal life in a place where there is no more death, sorrow, crying or pain (Rev. 21:4). Once we have come to this knowledge, we have the challenging task of living in this world without becoming worldly. So what does that mean? The dictionary defines worldly as devoted to, directed toward, or connected with the affairs, interests, or pleasures of this world. In Romans 12, Paul cautions us not to be conformed to the world. In other words, don’t get so caught up in this place that you forget to keep you eyes on God.
    
    
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      In this passage, James is reminding us that you can’t have your cake and eat it, too. We have to choose – either God or the world. The opposite of being worldly is being godly. The dictionary defines godly as conforming to the laws and wishes of God. That’s why Paul said we had to transform ourselves by the renewing of our minds. Each day we make a choice of how we are going to live our lives. We have to become spiritually minded and have control over our flesh and desires. We have to become devoted to, directed toward, and connected with the affairs and interests of God and please Him.
    
    
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      Because we have a relationship with Jesus, someday we will return to our real and permanent home in Heaven. But in the meantime, we are here, which isn’t so bad. I have been fortunate enough to travel around our country and have seen some beautiful places. What I haven’t seen of the rest of the Earth, I have seen in photographs. God created a beautiful place when He created the Earth. He gave us everything we would need while we are here: food, shelter, energy, medicine, companionship, purpose. He wants us to thrive and be blessed. Just because we are not of this world, it doesn’t mean we are just supposed to sit down on God and wait to be taken out of here. He wants us to live our lives here to the fullest until it is time to go home. 
    
    
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      Living here on Earth isn’t always easy, though. While there is great beauty here, there is also great ugliness and evil. Humans endure many hardships – pain, sorrow, loss, sickness, poverty, hunger, to name a few. No one, regardless of their religious beliefs or economic status, gets by unscathed by the world. These heartaches of life often drive people to search out escapes, like drugs and alcohol to cover up the pain. But God wants us to draw closer to Him in these times and seek His comfort and peace.
    
    
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      So let’s review. We are living in a world that we know is a temporary home until we can be with the Lord. We have to live our lives to the fullest in this world without being conformed to it. Life here isn’t going to be easy – in fact, much of it will be very hard. Because we have chosen to serve God, we have become an enemy to the world and it hates us. (How much Christian-bashing have you seen lately?) However, we have to love the world and demonstrate to it what it means to have a relationship with God through Jesus Christ. It is a daunting challenge, but it’s one that we do not do on our own, but with God’s help.
    
    
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      Time bandits steal our time with God and with family. They can hinder our productivity and our ability to do the things that God has called us to do. But they only succeed because we allow it. We are not Pavlov’s dogs. We can overcome our conditioned reflexes. Really they are just bad habits that we can break. We know that if we want a closer relationship with God, we have to set aside time for reading and studying our Bible and a time for prayer. We also have to go to work every day and spend time with our family. There are a lot of demands for our time, so we have to use it wisely. It takes discipline and willpower. If we put the things of God first, then He will add to it. You may even find that when you do, you have more time in your day. After all, He made the sun stand still for Joshua. But you have to put the Lord first. Let Him plan your days, because He certainly has a plan for your life. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11) Don’t allow anyone or anything to steal that away from you.
    
    
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      This was a vision I had recently during Praise and Worship service. Our Praise and Worship Team was on the platform singing. Our purpose in doing so is not to entertain, so if you come for a show, see the hostess at the door for your refund. Our role is to welcome the presence of the Lord into the service and to lead the congregation into worship. That day it felt like our songs were going out and hitting a brick wall. Ever see on TV where someone tells a joke and no one laughs? They play a sound effect of crickets chirping. That’s what it felt like. 
    
    
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      God desires our praise and worship. Praise is defined as the offering of grateful homage in words or song, as an act of worship: a hymn of praise to God. Worship is reverent honor and homage paid to God. If we sing a song just to sing it or because we like how it sounds or to hear how good we sound, it doesn’t do anything but make a sound. But if we sing a song from a place in our heart that loves the Lord and wants to shower Him with our love and affection, then we are making a joyful noise and He will be moved.
      
      
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      When King Jehoshaphat learned that a massive army was coming against him, he sought the help of the Lord. He called the people of Judah to a fast. God answered their cries and assured them that the battle was not theirs, but His. They were to go out and position themselves, but they were not to fight. They were to stand still and see the salvation of the Lord. Jehoshaphat then appointed the singers who went out at the head of the army. As they began to sing and praise the Lord, He fought the battle for them. Our praise and worship moves Him.
      
      
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      We are encouraged to invite people to church. After all, how will the unsaved become saved unless they hear the word of God? (Romans 10:17 So then faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.) We extend our invitation to friends, family and even strangers we might encounter in the course of our day. But our invitation is usually more than giving someone a place and time to show up. We feel compelled to “sell” our church. After all, there are a lot of churches around that people could choose from. We want them to know what makes our church special or different from all the others. The size and location of the church, the pastor, the teachers, the choir, the social connections, youth programs, music style and aesthetic appeal can all be factors to someone who is “church shopping.”
    
    
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      If our goal is simply to fill every seat in the sanctuary, then this is a great approach. All we have to do is make sure we have a great pastor, who preaches brief, non-boring sermons. We’ll need a rocking choir that will keep the people on their feet. We can paint the place inside and out and install new fixtures and amenities. We can plan lots of family friendly activities and events that will appeal to young and old alike. We’ll keep the engaged and entertained – they’ll never want to leave.
    
    
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      Each day when I get dressed, I usually put on the same jewelry, even though I have several boxes that hold a variety of earrings, necklaces and bracelets. The only ring I wear is my wedding ring. I wear a pair of silver hoop earrings that my mother-in-law gave me. My watch is a $7 Walmart special. And I always wear a small gold cross on a gold chain . . . until about a week ago when the clasp broke. 
    
    
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      I was washing my hands and when I looked in the mirror, I saw the chain dangling on my shirt. My immediate fear was that the cross might have slipped off and was lost. But as I carefully picked up the ends of the necklace, I found it was still there. The necklace has great sentimental value to me. The cross, of course, is symbolic of my faith in Jesus Christ. The necklace is also special to me because my husband bought it for me for Christmas about 10 years ago. That may not seem like a big deal to most people, but to me it meant something. It meant that he understood the change that I had made in my life and the commitment I had made to serving God. Even though he has not made the same choice (yet), he has never held me back or begrudged me any of the time or effort I have made in serving God and supporting our church. 
    
    
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      Even though I wear the necklace every day, I am surprised by how often I am complimented on it – especially by people who see me every day. Every baby I’ve held wants to, of course, put it in his or her mouth. My kids at school will touch it and look at it and ask me about it. It has been a conversation starter with adults who have commented on it. I never realized how often I touched it while wearing it until it was gone and I found myself reaching for something that wasn’t there. It has become a part of me and I have felt kind of naked without it.
    
    
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      One of the thoughts that ran through my mind was would people know who I am without it? Of course, I know that wearing a cross necklace doesn’t make me a Christian any more than wearing a stethoscope would make me a doctor. I guess I had felt like the necklace was a way to “advertise” Jesus and to let people know what I believe. That led to other thoughts as I wondered if my actions and behavior were where they needed to be. Matthew 7:16 says that “you will know them by their fruits.” Actions speak louder than words or anything you might wear. I wondered how many times when I was wearing that necklace that my actions and words didn’t line up with what it represented. What mixed messages had I been sending? 
    
    
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      When our church used to have a van with the church’s name on it, we would joke about being on our best behavior while driving or riding in it. It was in jest, because we all fully understood that our behavior should be the same whether we were in the church van or in our own personal vehicles. While this is true, it would also be true to say that we took our behavior more seriously when we were in that van. We can often get more lax when we are in our comfort zone, like at home. 
    
    
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      Recently during prayer, God spoke into my spirit that I needed to check my behavior at home. We feel comfortable with our family at home – they see us at our worst and love us warts and all. But I need to be more careful of my words and actions and be on guard. My husband is unsaved and my daughter, though she has always gone to church with me and has been baptized, is at an impressionable age. He cautioned me to make sure that I am not just giving them the love of a wife and mother, but that I am also demonstrating Godly love. I need to be more patient and understanding and less short-tempered. In other words, I need to quit sweating the small stuff and focus on what counts. This has been easier said than done, because they both do things that get on my very last nerve. But I am trying, because I do want them to see Christ in me and I do want to “practice what I preach.”
    
    
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      As Christians, we have a responsibility to behave in a way that brings honor to Christ. People are watching and some would love to use our failures as an excuse not to serve Him. Does that mean you have to be perfect? No, but it does mean you have to be more open. How will people know that we have a God that forgives us if we aren’t even willing to admit our mistakes?
    
    
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      Hopefully in the next week or so I will make it to a jewelry store and get the clasp on my necklace fixed. I look forward to wearing it again. I had always thought that wearing it said something to others. But now I think it is more of a reminder to me that I need to always be aware of who I am, who I represent and what I am to be doing. Practicing what you preach and keeping it real is essential in winning people to Christ.
    
    
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      Life is full of ups and downs. Highs and lows. Mountaintops and valleys. It can often feel like you are on a roller coaster that never goes back to the gate. Just when you think the ride is over, it takes off again. We try to maintain our composure through these changes, presenting a strong front for others. A polite “how are you?” is often met with an equally polite “fine, thank you”. Sometimes it’s the truth – we are fine. But sometimes we aren’t.
    
    
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      Often we push through the pain and heartache of the day. We appreciate the blessings that each day brings and so we put our best foot forward and smile, even though we may be hurting inside. If we are lucky, we have a good friend or family member whom we can confide in and who can give us some comfort and encouragement. Even better, we have a God who knows our situation and knows our heart. He is our comforter and our shelter. 
    
    
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      Some days, though, you feel very isolated and alone. You feel like just giving up and walking away from everything. This year has been an especially tough one for me on nearly every front, from personal to professional to spiritual. I have had to struggle with difficult situations and decisions. I have had to have difficult conversations with people that I knew could have painful outcomes. I have been hurt and betrayed by people I never thought would do so. I have felt overwhelmed, unwanted, undermined and underappreciated.
    
    
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      So, not long ago I had myself a little pity party, and it was GREAT! You may think that sounds awful, but I am glad I did it. Here’s how to throw yourself a great pity party. First, you have to be alone. Wait until everyone leaves the house or find an excuse to get rid of them. Put on something comfy and if you are a woman, remove all make up. (This is a practical tip, since crying will only mess it up anyway.) Then start thinking about how hard everything has been and about all the awful things that people have done to you. Complain about how unfair life has been. Oh, and eat some chocolate or another favorite food. Eat as much as you want – do not count calories at a time like this. Scream, cry and beat a few pillows if you feel like it. (I am more of a crier.) Contemplate why you were ever born if you were going to have to endure this kind of pain and hardship. Think about what it would be like to run away from home. That would show them! Then cry some more . . . let it all out. 
    
    
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      A constructive pity party has to have a proper ending. (Otherwise, you may have to seek professional help.) When my little pity party was ending, I started to think what life would be like if I weren’t in it. While there were people I had difficulties with, they were a small minority compared to how many people there are in my life that I love and that I know love me. I realized that my blessings outweighed my challenges tremendously. When I started getting away from focusing on myself, I began to talk to God. I poured out my heart to Him, asking for His strength, comfort and wisdom. Those situations and relationships that were plaguing me needed to be put in His hands. I needed to forgive and move forward. I needed to look at my own actions and take responsibility for them.
    
    
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      As parents, we see our children throw temper tantrums when they don’t get what they want. They scream and stomp and throw themselves down on the ground. The proper way to handle a tantrum is to walk away and not give the child an audience. I use to tell my daughter she could cry and throw a fit all she wanted, as long as she did it in her room. Once they get it all out and realize that no one is watching, they come to themselves. Before you know it, your child is crawling up in your lap with tears in her eyes, saying she is sorry. That’s when you can tend to her real needs and give her the comfort and guidance she needs to move on. Looking back, I see how silly my pity party seemed. But God let me have my little pity party, and when I was done, I was able to come to Him and say I was sorry. I was able to turn to Him for comfort. If I had done that in the first place instead of letting everything build up, I wouldn’t have needed the pity party.
    
    
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      When I was mulling over this idea as a topic for this article, the Lord showed me someone in the Bible who had himself a pity party. When we think about the prophet Elijah, we think about his great miracles, like holding back the rain or raising a boy from the dead. In I Kings 18, we read the story about how he confronted the prophets of Baal on Mount Carmel. He showed the people of Israel and the followers of Baal that the Lord is the only true God when the fire fell and consumed the altar and sacrifice. After this happened, all the prophets of Baal were seized and killed. It was a great and victorious day for Elijah, who was so faithfully serving God and revealing the sin and idolatry of King Ahab and his wife, Jezebel.
    
    
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      As soon as Jezebel heard what had happened to her Baal prophets, she was furious. Maybe Elijah had hoped that this awesome display of God’s power would turn Ahab and Jezebel around. But we learn by reading 1 Kings 19 that it only infuriated her more toward Elijah, whom she already hated. She sent a messenger to tell Elijah that she was going to kill him like he had killed her prophets of Baal. You would think that Elijah, who had just seen God’s power in a dramatic and miraculous fashion, would have laughed at her threat. Instead, he turned tail and ran away, afraid for his life. How quickly he lost his victory!
    
    
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      Elijah had had enough. He wanted to just give up and die. Jezebel was bad news. She was a mean, wicked, evil person. As long as she wanted him dead, he would never be safe. He would always have to be looking over his shoulder. He would have to live alone in the wilderness. He thought, what is the point of going on? He wanted the Lord to just take him and put him out of his misery.
    
    
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      After Elijah had his pity party, he was able to sleep and to eat. He wanted to die and give up, but what he really needed was to rest. The Lord allowed him to sleep and provided him with food. Like Elijah, we often let ourselves get run down and wrung out. We push ourselves trying to live up to man’s expectations. We don’t allow ourselves time to hurt and mourn and deal with our emotions. We push the feelings down and we push our bodies onward, trying to be all things to everyone and always saying we are just fine, thank you.
    
    
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      After Elijah has his food and rest, he travels to Mt. Horeb and seeks refuge in a cave. God speaks to him in a still small voice and asks him what he is doing. It says that Elijah pulls his mantle over his face as he explains to God how everyone except him has turned away from the Lord and that everyone wants to kill him. In my mind, I picture that as a childlike gesture – as if Elijah knew he had been shamelessly pouting. Then God gives him instructions on what he is to do. He is, after all, God’s prophet. He still has a work to do. And in verse 18, God assures Elijah that there are still those who are true to the Lord and that he is not alone.
    
    
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      Some days we do feel like Elijah. We feel beat up and deserted. In those dark moments, we need to listen for the still small voice. God is there for us, to bring us peace and comfort and to remind us that we are not alone. But He isn’t just going to just baby us and say, “There, there, it will be okay.” He is also going to remind us that we still have a work to do for Him. We may feel like we want to crawl in a cave and die, but we have to go and return to the life He has given us. We have to put our trust in the Lord each and every day. We’ll still have those good days and bad days. But if we remember that God will never leave nor forsake us, we can get through anything. 
    
    
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      I don’t know what I would do without Him in my life – a constant companion, comforter, confidant and conqueror. How can I wallow in self pity knowing that I belong to the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords? Now that’s something to celebrate!
    
    
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      Jerry Lewis announced this week that, after 45 years, he is retiring as the host of the MDA Labor Day Telethon. Lewis has devoted his life to helping children who suffer from muscular dystrophy and has been the driving force behind the successful annual fundraiser. In an interview, Lewis said, “I’ll continue to serve MDA as its National Chairman – as I’ve done since the early 1950′s. I’ll never desert MDA and my kids.” His love for these kids and for this cause is evident when you watch him in action during the telethons. While age and health now limit his ability to participate actively in the event, nothing can stop the love and commitment he has for “Jerry’s Kids.”
    
    
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      I know how he feels. My friends often hear me talk about “my kids”. I frequently use them as an example in my Sunday school lessons, so it was only a matter of time before they would be used in an article. Now, I am the mother of one lovely, smart, kind and wonderful daughter. I thank God for her every day. She is my joy. But God has also blessed me with the opportunity to work with many children. Each weekday, my staff and I care for around 60 kids who are in kindergarten through fifth grade in an afterschool program called Third Base. It can be challenging and a little crazy sometimes, but I love it and I love them – all of them. Even the ones who act out and misbehave on a regular basis? Especially those . . . they usually need it the most.
    
    
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      As much as Jerry Lewis loves his kids and as much as I love mine, it pales in comparison to the love that God has for his children. 1 John 3:1 says, “Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God!” Once we belong to Him, we are His forever. The only way we can lose that relationship with Him is if we freely give it up. Even then, He doesn’t stop loving us. We can reject Him, though He will never reject us.
    
    
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      God never stops loving us. Psalm 136 tells us that His love endures forever. However, that enduring love doesn’t give us a license to do as we please. As the director of our afterschool program, there have been times when I have had to suspend students and even expel some from the program. I am sure there are some who don’t have any love for me, regardless of how I feel about them. (I still love them.) However, their behavior made it impossible for them to remain in the program with the other students. It’s the same with God. He will always love every person, but He can’t allow sin to enter into heaven. He is a Holy God and only those who are holy can enter in. That means we better have our sins washed in the blood of Jesus Christ and be walking daily with Him.
    
    
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      It is comforting to know that I am secure in the love of Christ. No matter what the world or the Enemy tries to throw at me, I am safe as long as I remain in Him. In Matthew 10:28, Jesus cautions us, “Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.” God’s love is always there for the taking. We are the ones who can be fickle. God wants us to love Him with all our heart, soul, strength and mind. It sounds cliché, but “love will keep us together.”
    
    
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      At this year’s MDA Telethon, Jerry Lewis will make a guest appearance to sing the song he sings every year – “You’ll Never Walk Alone.” When we have Christ in our lives, we will never walk alone. We will always have someone who loves us unconditionally. We’ll have someone who always wants the best for us and will always encourage us. He is our loving Father and our forever friend. I am glad to be one of “God’s Kids.”
    
    
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      Anyone coming into our revival services last week might have thought we had gone a little crazy. Most people in traditional churches think that we Pentecostals are a little out there anyway. We raise our hands and may shout out a word of praise as the pastor is teaching and preaching. But instead of hearing an “amen” or a “hallelujah” last week, they heard everyone say, “Baa, Baa.” 
    
    
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      It all started when our guest preacher, Brother James Humphrey, opened revival services with a lesson on the revelation of Psalm 23. The first thing he said about it was that it was not a funeral message. I was very excited when I heard this. Just a few months back in the March 18th blog when I was writing about my grandmother’s funeral, I had made a similar statement. I wrote, 
      
      
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      I remember studying this psalm in Sunday school a few years back, and our teacher also believed it wasn’t a funeral message. Instead, it is a picture of the true man of God. When the Lord is our shepherd, we don’t want for everything. He saves us, tends to our needs, guides us and protects us. It speaks life, not death.
    
    
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      If Jesus is our shepherd, then that makes us His sheep. And sheep say what? Baa! Baa! The sheep listen for the voice of their shepherd and follow his commands. The sheep know that when danger comes, be it a thief or a wolf, the shepherd will protect them. The sheep know that if for some reason one of them gets separated and lost, the shepherd will leave the flock and come look for him. The sheep know that if they follow their shepherd’s voice, he will not lead them astray. The sheep know they shall never want for anything as long as they follow the shepherd. The sheep put all their trust in their shepherd, knowing that he would give his life for them.
    
    
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      Are you one of his sheep? You say you know Him, but does He know you? Before He can be your shepherd, He has to be your Lord. The definition of a lord is: one who has authority, control, or power over others; a master, chief, or ruler. So is He really Lord over your life? In Luke 6:46, Jesus says, “But why do you call Me ‘Lord, Lord,’ and not do the things which I say?” A lot of people go around saying that they are Christians and that they believe in Jesus, but their life and their actions do not reflect it. If He really is the Lord of your life, then you will live according to His Word. But most people want to have their cake and eat it, too. They think they can do whatever they want and go to church on Sunday and everything will be fine. But it doesn’t work that way.
    
    
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      Other people may say they don’t want to blend in the crowd and be just another sheep. They see conformity to Christian life as a barrier to showing their individuality, but they’ve got it wrong. We have great freedom in Christ. God gave each of us multiple gifts and calling. He made each of us special and unique. We are fearfully and wonderfully made, a marvelous work (Psalm 139). He wants our light to shine for others. But we can’t shine when we are burdened down with sin, and guilt and shame. It was for freedom that Christ set us free (Galatians 5:1). He wants you to be free to use your gifts and talents . . . but for His glory, not your own. 
    
    
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      Saying “Baa!” may have seemed silly to some at the time, but I think most everyone caught the real message. The old saying is that if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it is probably a duck. If we are sheep, then we should walk and talk like we are His sheep. If people do not recognize us as sheep of the Good Shepherd, then there must be something wrong with our walk and our talk. It’s time to get your “Baa!” on. When the enemy is giving you a hard time, just say “Baa!” When trouble comes your way, just say “Baa!” When God checks to see if you are listening to Him, just say, “Baa!” And don’t be sheepish about it. (Sorry, that was a BAAd pun.) I am glad to know that the Lord is my shepherd and I shall not want. BAA!
    
    
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      I had the most wonderful mother, and easily, I could devote a whole page telling you about her. She was loving, helpful, hard working, self-sacrificing, encouraging, and gave the best hugs. She died from colon cancer at the young age of 51, and I miss her every day. It boggles my mind that it has been almost 20 years. She never got to meet my husband, my daughter and her other grandchildren. I have longed for the times when we would sit close together and talk. I have needed and missed her advice, comfort and reassurance. Still, she is very much with me every day. There are things that I find funny or interesting that I know we would have laughed and talked about, and I think about her. I find myself getting on to my daughter about something and I hear my mother’s words coming out of my mouth. I go through situations and challenges, and I realize they are ones that she faced, too -- and I hurt for her, knowing now what I didn’t know then.
    
    
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      In the years since my mother has been gone, I have been blessed with women in my life who have been like a mother to me. “Like a mother” is not a designation to be taken lightly. Even the greeting card companies realize its importance, making cards under this title. While no one can ever take the place of my mother, these women have filled in the gap, sharing their love and wisdom with me. Words can’t adequately express what that has meant to me. They are my grandmothers and aunts; friends and mothers of friends; sisters and sisters-in-law. 
    
    
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      My mother-in-law, Clare, has also been an important woman to me. The first time my husband took me to his parents’ home it was Christmas time. This was before we were married and they had only met me a few months before. On the way, I started feeling bad and by the time we got to their home in Pennsylvania I was really sick with a cold. I knew his mom was looking forward to having her kids home for Christmas, and I thought, “She’s going to be thrilled to have a sick girlfriend messing things up.” Of course, she was wonderful. She took great care of me, making sure I had medicine, soup, and a warm blanket. By Christmas day, I was feeling much better. It was also the first Christmas I had been away from my family, so I felt a little homesick, too. She made me feel special and loved.
    
    
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      In these verses from John 19, we see the example of “like a mother.” While Jesus was on the cross, His mother and John were standing near. Even through His own pain, He was concerned for His mother. And though Mary had other children, Jesus asked John to take care of her as if she were his own mother, and likewise, He asked Mary to be like a mother to John. Most of the women who have filled that “like a mother” role in my life have been mothers. Even though they had their own children to care for, they still had enough motherly love to share with someone who needed it. But not all were mothers. Just because you don’t have children of your own doesn’t mean you don’t have a motherly love to share with others. It’s something you either have or you don’t. After all, there are women who give birth to children, yet have no motherly instinct or love. The ability to give birth is not what makes you a real mother. 
    
    
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      Matthew 7:16 says, “You will know them by their fruits.” That means you should be able to recognize a Christian based on their actions. A person cannot say they accept Christ and then continue in their same old ways. A conversion results in change. There should be evidence of a change – in behavior and attitude. If there isn’t, then perhaps they really haven’t made a true conversion or commitment to Christ and need to reevaluate. He said that if we loved Him, we would keep His commandments. We are to love God and to love others. That means showing our love through our actions. Think about it this way. You can’t just tell your spouse that you love him or her. You also have to show him or her – through affection, through doing helpful things, showing kindness, spending time together, fidelity to the relationship, etc.
    
    
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      Faith without some demonstrative action is not really faith. If you say you trust someone, but refuse to lean on them, do you really have faith in them? If you say you love someone, but never give that person affection or a kind word, is it really love? Real faith trusts. Real faith reaches out to others. Real faith doesn’t sit in a corner and wait to die. It lives and breathes and grows through our everyday lives and actions. Real faith is work. And if you can’t see it, then maybe you never had it to begin with. Jesus is the author and finisher of our faith. Philippians 1:6 says: “being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ . . . .” So, maybe we need to quit trying to be a “good” person, and instead focus on being a Godly one. Then only good can follow.
    
    
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      Tall chocolate bunnies wrapped in colorful foil – the bigger the better. Little chocolate eggs, likewise wrapped. Jelly beans were okay, but were usually eaten last when all the good stuff was gone. Robin eggs, with the chocolate hidden beneath a pastel layer of sugar. These were standard items in our Easter baskets each year, along with some small toy that we had longed for. It was all about the chocolate for me. Easter was the last “candy” holiday until Trick or Treat rolled around again. That’s a long time for a kid.
    
    
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      Easter was a lot of fun growing up. Typically we would spend it with my mom’s family. The five cousins (me, my brother Tom and my sister Jennifer, my cousins Brian and Melissa) would have thrilling egg hunts. The plastic eggs were filled with change, and the person who got the most money “won”. We would have so much fun that we would have the grown ups hide the empty eggs and let us do it all over again. The day also included a delicious dinner with ham and mashed potatoes and all the fixings. Later that evening, we might hide the eggs again in the house and hunt tirelessly for them.
    
    
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      I can remember a few times when I was very small that we went to church on Easter Sunday. My daughter and I were recently looking at some old family photos and there were some from Easter. My brother and I were all dressed up -- me with a little hat and him with his bow tie. There was a classic photo of our Aunt Glenda with a beehive hairdo. (It was the late 1960s.) I remember us all being together, but I don’t remember much about the church service. 
    
    
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      Easter is a lot like Christmas, in that it is a religious holiday that has been hijacked by worldly traditions that have tended to overshadow its significance. How much time do we spend during Christmas telling people to remember the Reason for the Season? Shouldn’t we do the same for Easter? I am not saying get rid of your Christmas tree or Easter baskets. Let’s just put them in their proper place. Honestly, even as an adult, I never understood the significance of Easter until I accepted Christ. It wasn’t until I understood the sacrifice He made. I had always heard that Easter was about when Jesus died on the cross, but that is only part of the story. Easter is about the Resurrection – His victory over death, which is our victory when we accept Him in our lives. Easter is about everything it means to be a Christian.
    
    
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      Christ’s crucifixion occurred during the Passover feast in Jerusalem. This feast celebrated the first Passover, which made the way for the children of Israel to make their exodus from Egypt, set free from their slavery under Pharaoh. With the blood of a lamb applied to the door frames of their homes, they were safe from the final plague on the firstborn. The blood from the lamb shielded them from the judgment, which left Egypt overwhelmed with grief. (. . . there was a loud wailing in Egypt, for there was not a house without someone dead. Ex. 12:30b). 
    
    
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      It was no coincidence that Jesus’ crucifixion came during Passover week. He is the Lamb of God, and when His blood is applied to our lives, we too are shielded from judgment. When we accept Christ as our Savior, He saves us – that’s what a savior does. We can make a safe exodus from our sinful life, where we were slaves to sin, to eternal life with Christ. 
    
    
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      So while you are enjoying your chocolate bunny and watching kids hunt for colored eggs, remember the reason for the season. Remember that Christ sacrificed His life for you and shed His blood to cleanse your sin and to save you. Remember that though He died and was buried in a tomb, on the third day He rose in victory over death. He did it once, and for all. He is alive today, sitting at the right hand of the Father, waiting for the day when He will return. He is coming back and only those who have His blood applied to their lives will be saved. Have you accepted Christ as your Savior? Are you covered by His blood? Will you make it in this final exodus? That’s what Easter is about – it’s about remembering what He did for us and checking ourselves to make sure we are ready. Though we celebrate it once a year, it’s something we should do every day.
    
    
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      This is a challenge for all believers in Christ: Why do you believe in Him? How did you come to know Him as your Lord and Savior? Why should others believe? 
    
    
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      In a courtroom, a witness is called to the stand to testify. The witness shares with the court what he saw and heard. Credible eyewitness testimony is among the strongest evidence that can be presented and will likely be the deciding factor, unless the opposing side can find a way to discredit the witness or undermine his testimony.
    
    
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      As Christians, we are to be witnesses for Christ. We are to tell people who Jesus is and about the saving work of the Cross. We can be even more effective when we share with others what Jesus has done in our lives. Do you remember what lead you to Christ? For some it was a traumatic experience that shook them. The Apostle Paul had such an experience on the road to Damascus, when Jesus appeared to him. For others, it may have been seeing the joy and faith of another Christian and wanting what they have that lead us to Christ. Each of us has a story – a testimony that we can share with others about Christ and what He has done for us.
    
    
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      The Bible says that faith comes by hearing the Word of God (Romans 10:17). The Holy Spirit is also a witness that Jesus is Christ. That means that anyone who reads or hears the Word of God, but who doesn’t have another person around to testify about Him, can still be reached through the witness of the Holy Spirit. Many of us are content to let it happen that way. We think that if we live Godly lives and set a good example, we can just let the Holy Spirit do the rest of the work. But in this scripture from Acts, Peter says that we are His witnesses and so also is the Holy Spirit. We are also required to give our testimony. Isaiah 43:10 says, “You are My witnesses,” says the LORD. John 15:26-27 says: “But when the Helper comes, whom I shall send to you from the Father, the Spirit of truth who proceeds from the Father, He will testify of Me. And you also will bear witness, because you have been with Me from the beginning.”
    
    
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      For some reason, testifying to others about Christ is a scary proposition for most believers. What are we afraid of? Mostly we fear rejection. But we have to remember that Christ said that when others reject the truth we tell them, they are really rejecting Him and the one who sent Him. We may be afraid that we won’t say the right thing. Jesus assures us that we need not worry about what to say. When the time comes, the Holy Spirit will give us the words to say. Others may challenge us and try to discredit our testimony. That’s all the more reason to know what you believe and how you came to believe it. Jesus makes in very clear in Matthew 10 that we should not fear men, but fear God instead. If we deny Christ before men, then He will deny knowing us before the Father. Which is worse: to undergo some awkward moments and personal embarrassment or to lose your salvation because of pride and fear? We shouldn’t be ashamed to tell others about Christ.
    
    
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      Your testimony is extremely powerful. That is why the Enemy spends so much time either trying to scare you out of sharing it or trying to discredit your character. We all have people in our lives who “knew us when.” They know our sins and secrets of the past and may not accept our testimony . . . but some may. This verse from Revelation is the secret to overcoming Satan. The blood of the Lamb – the blood Christ shed for our sins on the cross – is more powerful. There is nothing Satan can do about it – he cannot undo the work that Jesus has done. Once we are covered by that blood we are saved. The word of our testimony brings others to the knowledge of Christ, so that they, too, may be saved. And when we do not love our lives more – when we are not afraid to speak and live our testimony, we are effective witnesses for Christ. 
    
    
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      As Christians, we have an obligation to share Christ with others. We cannot just keep Him to ourselves – His light cannot be hidden. Jesus told his apostles, “Freely you have received, freely give.” It is His will that none should perish, but that all should come to repentance. If we truly have the love of God in our lives, then we must love others. And if we love others, we want to see them saved. When a witness is in the courtroom, he takes the stand to give his testimony. When you testify for Christ, you are also taking a stand for what you believe. You have to step out of your comfort zone and start telling others what God has done for you. Your testimony can change a life by saving it.
    
    
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      Most of the movies I have seen at the theater over the last 10 years or so have been mostly animated features with “G” ratings. They were not my first choice for a night out at the movies, but you go with your child because she wants to see it. Some were quite good – like the “Toy Story” series. Others, like “The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl”, were terrible (as in bad script and bad acting). So when the opportunity presented itself for my husband and me to take in a movie while our daughter was away for the night, I was excited. 
    
    
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      Here’s the storyline: Paul is an alien who came to earth more than 60 years ago when his spacecraft crashes on a farm. When he crashes, he kills the family dog, whose name was Paul and he adopts the name. A young girl (home alone at night for whatever reason) takes care of him until the Men in Black arrive to take him to a secure government location. Fast forward to present day, and two chums from England are vacationing in the states. They are self-proclaimed geeks who take in Comic-Con and rent an RV to visit all the touristy UFO sites in New Mexico. One evening as they are driving along, a car speeds pass them and crashes. The driver turns out to be Paul, the alien, and he is not the cute Spielberg E.T. Paul smokes and curses and has a smart-aleck attitude. After their initial shock passes, the two men agree to help Paul, who is running away from the government to meet up with a rescue ship from his home planet. Seems the government has learned everything they can from him and now they want to cut out his brain and study it. Hilarity ensues as they dodge the Men in Black and make their way to the rendezvous site.
    
    
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      If that’s all there were to it, I would have loved the movie. But they just couldn’t leave it at that. Apparently the writers, Nick Frost and Simon Pegg, who also star as the traveling friends, have issues – religious issues. Looking for a place to rest for the night and not be spotted, they find an RV park where they can blend in. The park is run by a religious fanatic and his daughter, Ruth, who is blind in one eye. One of the men is smitten when he meets Ruth, and she seems to like him, as well. That evening she notices that there are three voices and three sets of legs around the campfire, but doesn’t get to see the third person. The next morning she stops by to collect the rent. Paul hides in the bathroom, but comes bursting out after a debate on Creationism. He turns Ruth’s world upside down, basically saying that he is proof that God doesn’t exist.
    
    
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      I was not happy when I left the movie. I felt like I needed to do something or say something, but I wasn’t really sure what. I chastised myself for not walking out when the thought first occurred to me. Later I thought about how Jesus had cleared the temple of the merchants and money changers (John 2). His was a righteous anger, and He had the authority to do what He did. I was angry and indignant at the portrayal of Christians as ignorant, backward and gullible. I was angry that God had been dismissed as an urban myth. I was angry that a theater full of people found this funny. I was angry that I didn’t say or do anything. I didn’t stand up and interrupt the movie or make a whip and run people out of there – that would have only gotten me arrested and labeled a crazy religious fanatic (not that I mind really, lol). 
    
    
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      What I can do is tell people about it. I can remind myself and everyone else that we must always guard our minds and our hearts. The old saying is “garbage in, garbage out.” You are affected by what you read, watch and listen to. I thought I had done the due diligence in checking out the movie and knowing what I would be watching, but I was surprised. I wonder how many other unsuspecting Christians paid $9 to watch their faith be bashed and undermined. I wonder how they reacted.
    
    
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      God always manages to turn all things around for good, though. The one good thing that came from seeing the movie is that on the way home, it opened the door for a conversation with my husband about God and salvation. Seeds were planted. That made sitting through the movie worth it. However, I don’t recommend anyone else see this movie. In fact, I hope that anyone who reads this will warn others not to give this movie any of their time or money.
    
    
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      When I started writing articles for the blog, I was a little nervous. I didn’t know if anyone would even read it. I wondered what I would write about each week. Many times I wanted to back off and write it only once a month. Sometimes I wanted to just quit altogether. 
    
    
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      When I get those “I want to quit” moments, I remind myself that it is not about me. It’s about Him. This experience is nothing new. I go through the same struggles with preparing for my Sunday School class. Some weeks the lessons come so easily and freely, and other times it is a struggle. I would imagine that other teachers, leaders, preachers, pastors, singers, musicians, etc., go through the same thing. Even in our daily Christian walk, we can feel this way. Serving God can be hard at times, and our human nature is to just give up. Our pastor touched on this last week in his sermon and he used a boxing analogy to explain it. We are in a fight – a spiritual battle. The fighter cannot throw in the towel. The coach knows what the fighter has in him -- what he can take, and also what he can give. Only the coach is allowed to throw in the towel. So I guess I will keep writing until God tells me it is time to quit. That might be next week or it might be next year. 
    
    
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      I am not saying that I have it all figured out. I am preaching to myself, believe me. I still have other work that I have to do, too, and I have held back. It is hard. There are only so many hours in a day. We question ourselves and think things to death, when really all we need to do is trust God and just do what He has called us to do. We need to be like the disciple, Peter, and get out of the boat. People say you’ll either sink or swim. But there’s a third option – by faith, you might just walk on the water, move mountains and accomplish the will of God. 
    
    
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      When you get that phone call in the middle of the day in the middle of the week from a relative you don’t typically hear from at that hour, you know that it’s bad news. I received that call last week from my aunt. She was calling to let me know that my grandmother, who has been in the nursing home for most of the last year, had passed away at the age of 93.
    
    
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      If you would have asked me a few years ago, I would have said I believed she would live to be a hundred – and she was close. In fact, I often said she would probably outlive all of us. For the most part, she was very healthy. But then the dementia began to set in and advance quickly. We were used to her telling us the same old stories each time we visited, but I actually enjoyed them. They were stories about her growing up with 9 siblings, about dating and marrying my grandfather, and about my mom and aunts when they were little. Then we began to notice that the details of some stories were getting mixed up with ones from other stories. Trying to correct her only made things worse, as she became agitated and confused. Finally, she had a shortened version of her stories that she told you. If you left the room and came back, you heard them again. And again. And again. It was painful to witness and difficult to live with. I don’t know how my aunts did it, but when it is your mother, you do all that you know to do.
    
    
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      The weekend before she passed, my daughter and I traveled to Kentucky to visit her. It was the first time I had seen her since she had moved to a nursing home. She had been ill and in the hospital for several weeks, but had been back in the home for about a month. She was sleeping soundly and we couldn’t wake her up no matter how hard we tried. So I prayed with her and we gave her hugs and kisses. I am so grateful we had that time to tell her we loved her and to say goodbye. We had no idea that just a few days later she would be gone.
    
    
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      The funeral arrangements were made by my aunt and uncle, working with a funeral home that has served our family over the years. The funeral director found a minister to preside over the service since neither they nor my grandmother had a home church. Even though she didn’t have a church, my grandmother was a Christian. She prayed every day for her family, which I am thankful for considering some of the stupid things I’ve done over the years. When I was talking with one of her old friends at the service, one of the things he remembered most was about her going to church and how faithful she was. I don’t know why she ever stopped going to church, but I am glad she never stopped serving God. His comment really touched my heart. I thought, what a great way to be remembered – as someone who loved God and was faithful in serving Him.
    
    
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      I am not sure if I ever got the name of the minister, or if in the blur of the moment I forgot it. Funerals tend to be a little surreal for me – trying to hold it all together and make sure you honor the person and the moment. He started out reading from her obituary and then gave some of the expected scriptures, like the 23rd Psalm. (I still don’t understand the use of it at funerals, but maybe I’ll get into that in another article!) I was afraid that we were in for a “cookie cutter” funeral service, and I really wanted and I knew that my grandmother would really want a word from God for her family. 
    
    
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      When the minister quoted these words from John 14, he began to talk about the loss of his mother, who was about my granny’s age. He talked about the comfort of those words. Then he started giving the meaning behind this scripture, which lies in the wedding customs of the Jews in that day. This was something that I had also studied and had taught in our adult Sunday school class. I began to smile and cry at the same time, which is sort of like when it rains and the sun is shining. I knew what he was going to say and I knew it was the Word I was hoping for. I wanted to run up and hug him.
    
    
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      Though the bride and groom knew that in approximately a year they would be married, neither knew the exact date. The only one who knew was the father of the groom. That meant that the bride had to always be ready. She had to keep on living her day to day life, knowing that at any moment she could have to be ready to go with her husband. Once the father told his son it was time, he would leave to go to his bride’s home. One of the groomsmen would go in advance announcing that the bridegroom was coming. Then the shofar (like a trumpet) would be blown and the entire wedding party would go through the streets to the bride’s house. This was often at night, so they carried torches. The wedding ceremony was then performed and the wedding supper was held. This celebration would last seven days. Then the bride would return home with her groom.
    
    
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      With the year 2012 approaching, a lot of doomsday talk has been bantered around. That’s the last year of the Mayan calendar and some see that as a sign. It was just 11 years ago that the world was going to come to an end because of Y2K, remember? The truth is that no one but God knows when this world will come to an end. In Matthew 24, Jesus tells us the signs to watch for, but even those are just signs of the beginning of the end. And Jesus tells us that even He doesn’t know when that day will be. Jesus is the bridegroom and we, the church, are His bride. He has gone to prepare a place for us in His Father’s house, and it will be a better place than where we are now. Since we don’t know the exact date that He is coming back for us, we have to be ready at all times. That means that we have to have our hearts and our lives right with Him every day. One day, the Father will tell the Son that it is time to collect His Bride. Will you be ready? Are you like the five wise virgins (Matthew 25) who have their lamps filled with oil and are carrying extra along with them? Or are you one of the foolish who didn’t have oil for their lamps and while they went to buy some, the bridegroom came and they missed Him?
    
    
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      I believe that the message of salvation is what my grandmother would have most wanted said at her funeral, so when it was my turn to speak, I shared this with our family and friends. She wanted all her family to be saved. She is the fourth person we’ve buried at our family plot. One by one we are getting older and we will all eventually face death. But we can all be reunited in eternity if we make the right choice and choose Jesus Christ as our Savior. Being a “good person” is not going to save you. I realize that some in my family still don’t get this – but I am going to keep on saying it. You have to choose Christ and repent of your sins. Jesus said in John 14 that “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”
    
    
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      The Academy Awards show is the Superbowl of Hollywood entertainment. Fans tune in to see what their favorite stars are wearing and who will be named the best actors and actresses for the year. I have stayed up late to watch the Oscars before – more so in the days when Billy Crystal hosted the show. Now I am content to read the list of winners in the newspaper the next day and watch the highlight clips on the morning news shows. I get a lot more sleep that way. Each year it seems I know fewer of the movies and actors. The only movie nominated this year for Best Picture that I had seen was “Toy Store 3”, on DVD. That should tell you a little something about my social life.
    
    
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      Movies are a great escape. For a couple of hours, we are transported into another world. We can watch a comedy, drama, sci-fi, love story, action thriller, horror, documentary, mystery . . . a wide range of choices. Some movies simply entertain us, while others challenge our minds and our perceptions. Good writing is at the heart of any good movie. I love seeing those words brought to life on the screen, because I am a visual person. Even when I am reading a book, I am creating a movie in my head.
    
    
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      As exciting as some movies and books can be, with unexpected plot twists and outrageous characters, I have not found one that can rival the Good Book – the Holy Bible. The Bible is full of wonderful true stories – dramatic and epic, sweet and touching, mysterious and amazing. Hollywood has tried to bring these stories to the big screen, with mixed results. How many of you still picture Moses looking like Charleston Heston from the classic movie, “The Ten Commandments”? How was your view of the gospels enhanced by watching Mel Gibson’s “The Passion”? 
    
    
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      I understand that the Bible can be an intimidating read. The language of the King James Version can be off-putting, with “thee” and “thou” type wording. Many churches are also very strict about using this version in their teaching. However, in the real world we have low literacy rates. In the real world we have a new generation that downloads everything from the Internet and wants immediate information. We have to be able to reach people with the Word of God in a variety of ways. 
    
    
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      First of all, to have a true understanding of the Word, we have to have the guidance of the Holy Spirit. It says in 1 Corinthians 2:11, “Even so no one knows the things of God except the Spirit of God.” If a person has difficulty with the language, there are many versions that you can turn to for help. The New International Version (NIV) uses more modern language, but sometimes it omits things that are in the King James Version (KJV). Sometimes even the NIV challenges me, so I look at a version called “The Message”, which puts it in a more conversational type language. That will then give me a little more insight, and I can go back to my KJV or New Kings James (NKJV) version for accuracy. I don’t own all these different versions. I go to a website that allows me to switch the versions with a click of a button. I can go back and forth and compare and it helps me to understand it better. 
    
    
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      If you can’t read or don’t like to read, don’t let that stop you from enjoying the Bible. There are websites with audio that will allow the computer to read it to you. You can buy an audio version of the Bible – something like an MP3 player – with headphones that can go with you anywhere. You can get the Bible on DVD or CD. There are really no excuses for not receiving from the Word of God. If you are hungry for the Word, there is a way to get it.
    
    
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      When I think about all the wonderful stories in the Bible, I get so excited. When I read them, I am seeing them as a movie in my head. They come alive for me. These are the stories of real people like you and me. They weren’t perfect. They messed up a lot. We can learn from them – we are supposed to learn from them. We learn so much better from example than from simply being given a list of do’s and don’ts. These stories are given to us so that we can know who God is, how much He loves us, what He expects and how we can live our lives for Him. If we are entertained in the process, that is just a bonus. The main thing is to get the Word of God into our hearts, minds and souls so that it can do the work in us. It’s not just reading. It’s reading with comprehension.
    
    
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      Potiphar’s wife (Genesis 39) – for her portrayal as a supposed victim of sexual assault. She accused Joseph of attacking her when he refused to sleep with her.
    
    
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      These stories are a very small sample of the wonderful adventures awaiting students of the Bible. I am going to skip any nominees for the Best Picture and go straight to the winner, Jesus Christ. His story is a picture of love and hope for all generations. It is full of drama, as He clashed with the religious traditionalists of the day and challenged the Jewish people to believe what the Word of God had already told them about the Messiah. It is full of “special effects” – God’s power and glory demonstrated through Jesus’ healings and miracles, and the ultimate miracle in His resurrection and victory over death. It is a love story – His great love for us and the sacrifice that was made so that we may be saved. Truly it is the greatest story ever told.
    
    
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      If you haven’t taken the time to read your Bible, I encourage you to start now. You can start slowly, taking in little bits at a time. Find a resource you are comfortable with, be it the KJV or an audio version. Join a Bible study group to help in your understanding and talk with others. Do whatever it takes to get that word inside you. It is a living word that will change your heart and your life. You won’t get an Oscar, but you’ll get a much better award when you believe on that word and put your trust in Christ. You will win eternal life.
    
    
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      “I know you are sorry . . . now apologize.” The first time that a friend said this to me, it really tickled my funny bone and instantly put us both at ease. I have used this line also just to be funny if the offense was mild. For example, I am sorry I stepped on your foot, or I am sorry I ate your last piece of cake. You have to be careful using humor, because not everyone gets it. (Even now, someone who is reading this is saying to themselves, I don’t get it.)
    
    
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      Apologies are important, but they seem to be rare thing these days. Celebrities, politicians and other public figures have learned that the public apology is essential to rebuilding their image. Of course, it only comes after they’ve been caught in the act and the public has demanded it. The most recent example that comes to mind is Tiger Woods, following his messy marital scandal. His apology was crucial to reconciling with the public, if not his wife. He will be forgiven (especially if he continues to perform well in golf). However, people will never forget.
    
    
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      People may forgive you, but they will never forget what happened. Unfortunately, we can’t forget, unless we develop amnesia or dementia. Our brains are wired with memory that record every experience we have. I think it’s probably a good thing we remember – not to hold a transgression against someone forever, but to learn from it and use wisdom. For example, if a person lies to me and apologizes, then I must forgive them. But I am not going to forget it. I am going to proceed carefully with that person and consider their truthfulness before acting on anything that person has told me. If they lie to me again, then I know that I cannot trust their word. I can forgive them, but I’ve learned that I cannot trust them, and that’s a good thing to know. That’s just using wisdom. 
    
    
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      Fortunately for us, God can forgive and forget in a way that man cannot. Many people quote Psalm 103:12 when they talk about God’s mercy and forgiveness. However, the verses just before that also reveal God’s perfect mercy.
      
      
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      When we repent (or apologize), God forgives us of our sin. It is now covered by the blood of Jesus and He can no longer see it. It’s as though it never existed. Micah 7:19 says: 
      
      
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      I am grateful that God is so merciful and that if I confess my sins, He is faithful and just to forgive me my sins and to cleanse me from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9). Forgiving comes easy for God because He loves us so much. He is our heavenly Father and we are His children. I know that when my child tells me that she is sorry and I see her tear-filled eyes, I cannot refuse her. I forgive her and I take her in my arms and tell her that I love her. That is how I imagine it is with God. We are the children that He loves and He is moved by our sincere repentance. He forgives us and takes us into His arms and reminds us of His love.
    
    
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      It can be hard to say that you are sorry. Some people have an equally hard time forgiving. They hold onto their forgiveness like it some kind of prize. They may feel that the person doesn’t deserve forgiveness, whether they have apologized or not. Withholding forgiveness doesn’t hurt the person who wronged you. It might hurt their feelings, but if they have repented and apologized, God has already forgiven them. If you withhold your forgiveness, it will only hurt you, because God will not be able to forgive you of your sins if you have unforgiveness in your heart.
    
    
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      Some may find these verses from Matthew to be contradictory to 1 John 1:9. God says He will forgive us our sins if we confess them, but there is an exception? If I don’t forgive others then I can’t be forgiven? This is not contradictory. What God is telling us is that to be unforgiving is a sin. Jesus gives us the parable of the unforgiving servant in Matthew 18 to illustrate this principle. A servant owed the king a large sum of money and couldn’t repay, so the king ordered that the man and his family be sold into slavery to repay the debt. The servant begs the king to give him more time to repay the debt. The king, moved by the man’s plea, forgives the debt completely and sends the man home. The forgiven servant then goes out and finds a friend that owes him a small sum of money. He demands that his friend repay him immediately. The friend begs for more time to repay the loan, but the servant refuses and has him thrown in prison until the debt is paid. Word of this incident gets back to the king, who is furious with the servant. Verses 32-35: 
      
      
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      Elton John had a song out years ago that said, “Sorry seems to be the hardest word.” Sometimes it is hard for us to apologize. Our pride and our ego get in our way. But to say “I am sorry” (or I repent) is the only way to reconcile ourselves with someone we have wronged, whether it be a person or God. And if we do truly repent, then we must be forgiven. We know that God will forgive us, because His word tells us that He will, and God doesn’t lie. If we sin against another person and we truly repent, that person must also forgive us. Luke 17:3-4 says, “If your brother or sister sins against you, rebuke them; and if they repent, forgive them. Even if they sin against you seven times in a day and seven times come back to you saying ‘I repent,’ you must forgive them.” 
    
    
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      We know that this is easier said than done. If someone keeps doing the same thing over and over again and keeps apologizing for it, it wears a little thin with us. We may doubt their sincerity. However, Jesus said that if they say they repent, then we must forgive them. We may need God’s help to do it, because it is not our nature but His that we have to take on. So what about the people who sin against us and don’t repent? What do we do about them? 
    
    
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      I believe that we still must forgive them. Some people will never apologize for the things that they have done, and they will have to stand in judgment for that one day. If someone hurts you and you know that you are never going to get an apology for it, you have two choices. You can hang onto that hurt and let it become a bitter, angry root in your heart. Or, you can accept the facts and forgive the person, letting go of the pain and heartache and turning it all over to God. That doesn’t mean you have to allow that person to be in you life or that you have to be buddies with them if they are in your life, but it means that you have to let go and let God deal with them. 
    
    
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      “I am sorry” and “I forgive you” can be hard to say when we let our pride get in the way. As long as we are human, we are going to step on each other’s toes and offend each other in big and little ways. We have to have a repentant heart, and we have to have a forgiving heart. We have to accept that we are not perfect. We all make mistakes, and hopefully we learn from them. Certainly we have to take responsibility for them, and that means apologizing when we are wrong. It also means that since you recognize your own imperfections, you should be willing to accept them in others and forgive them as you wish to be forgiven. We do need to be kind and compassionate with one another, forgiving each other the way God through Christ has forgiven us.
    
    
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      Is Jesus your BFF? (That’s “best friends forever” for you non-texters.) We sing several songs in church about Jesus being our friend. “Oh what a friend we have in Jesus” and “Ain’t nobody do me like Jesus, He’s my friend” come to mind right away. Jesus is the Lord of my life and He is my Savior, but I found myself asking, “Are we friends?”
    
    
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      Friends can be a very general term. There are probably a lot of people that you know that you really aren’t friends with. If you are on Facebook, take a look at your friends list. How many of these people do you really, really know? When I see someone on Facebook who has 400 or 500+ friends, it astounds me. There is no way you could have any kind of quality friendships with that many people. 
    
    
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      When I think of a friend, I think of someone who knows me well, and I know them, too. We are always there for each other, whether we just need someone to talk to or someone to help us out in a situation. A friend knows my secrets, my hopes, and my fears. A friend understands when I have a bad day and I just want to be left alone – but I know that he or she is there when I am ready to be comforted. With a friend, I can be myself and we enjoy each other’s company. A friend will kick my butt and tell me when I am going in the wrong direction. A friend forgives me when I mess up. A friend will stand up for me and stand by me. A friend always wants the best for me and always has my back. We can read each other’s minds and finish each other’s sentences. A friend will laugh and cry with me. No matter how many miles or how many years might separate us, we will always be close in heart. As it says in Proverbs 17:17, a friend loves at all times.
    
    
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      When you think about these and other qualities of a true friend, we can see that we really do have a friend in Jesus. He is always there for us and He knows us better than we probably know ourselves. He will listen when we need someone to talk to and we know that we can pray and ask for help in His name. If we stay in fellowship with Him, He will give us guidance in our life. When we mess up (sin), we know that if we repent, He will forgive us. 
    
    
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      When I think about Jesus and all He has done to change my life, I know that I have a true friend in Him. But friendships are supposed to be a two-way street. Did you ever have a friend that made you feel like you were doing all the work in the friendship? It seemed like everything always went one way – theirs. You always did the things they liked or always talked about their problems. This kind of a one-way relationship can drain you. As I thought about having Jesus as a friend, I wondered if it was a real friendship, or was I being a drain? I remembered a recent Sunday school lesson where we talked about how Abraham was called a friend of God, but I wondered if there was anything in the Word about being friends with Jesus. 
    
    
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      Excitement filled the air as thousands of visitors began pouring into the city. Merchants, eagerly anticipating their arrival, made sure to have plenty of inventory in stock (and ready to sell at “tourist” inflated prices). Rooms at every lodging place in the city were booked and people were being turned away. Overnight, the population of the city could grow as much as ten-fold, boosting the local economy. The local authorities were sending in extra patrols to maintain the peace and to quickly disperse any brawls that might break out in the overcrowded streets. 
    
    
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      This scene could take place in a number of locations. It could describe New Orleans at Mardi Gras time. It could have been North Texas during last Sunday’s Superbowl. It might be peak season at Myrtle Beach. It could have even been Charleston back in the grand old days of the Sternwheel Regatta Festival. But it is also an accurate description of Jerusalem in Biblical times during Passover and other feasts. 
    
    
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      Several times a year, Jews came from different lands to Jerusalem to worship at the temple. They brought with them a sacrifice, or the money to purchase one from the local merchants. Rooms at local inns filled up quickly. Some visitors were able to stay with family, but many others had to stay in tents. The Roman governor would send soldiers out to keep the crowds under control and to quash any riots incited by zealots hoping to spur a rebellion against Rome. Feast time was a guaranteed economic boon for the city because of the dedication of the Jewish people to honor God by returning to Jerusalem for worship.
    
    
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      Today, that kind of dedication and turn out seems to be reserved for sports teams and rock stars. Last week’s Superbowl was the most watched television show in history. The stadium was sold out, with temporary seating areas being set up (and then closed by the fire marshal, resulting in an angry crowd). People traveled from all over the country and the world to attend. The tickets were $800 or $900 each, though many fans paid more, buying from “moneychangers” taking advantage of the fans’ desire to be at the game. People will part with their money, travel long distances, sleep in their cars, paint their faces and cheer until they lose their voices in support of their favorite team.
    
    
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      I am not being critical of football (or whatever kind of sport) fans. In fact, I admire their loyalty and tenacity. They are excited about something and they give it their full support. They aren’t afraid to display what team they support and will fight to defend their team’s honor. They aren’t afraid to don a colored wig or face paint or a giant foam finger to let people know who they support. I think that we, as Christians, could learn a lot from these dedicated fans. What if we displayed our love for Christ with the same passion?
    
    
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      When King David brought the Ark of the Covenant back to Jerusalem, it was cause for celebration. The Bible says the people brought the ark into the city with shouting and the sound of trumpets. King David was dancing and leaping before the Lord. His wife, Michal, who was Saul’s daughter, felt that his behavior was unbecoming a king. In other words, she was embarrassed by her husband. But he was not the least bit embarrassed. In fact, he told her he would become even more undignified if that’s what it took to worship and praise God. Michal’s attitude resulted in her womb being closed up. What in our lives has been shut up or closed off because we are not open in our worship of God? 
    
    
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      These days it is certainly easier to fill up a stadium with rabid football fans than with worshippers of Christ. It does happen on occasion. Groups like the Promise Keepers and Women of Worship follow a concert-like schedule and draw in groups around the country . . . for a season. Billy Graham was guaranteed to sell out any venue where he took his ministry, but those days have passed. Others like Joyce Meyer and Joel Olsteen can fill stadiums and civic centers. There are mega-churches in many communities that draw big crowds. But this is still small in comparison to our Superbowl example. And despite the rise of the mega-church, statistics say that church attendance continues to decline. This scripture from Hebrews tell us that we shouldn’t be skipping church service because we need to fellowship with our brothers and sisters in Christ, so that we may strengthen one another. And it says we should be doing it even more as we see the Day, as in the Day of Christ’s return, approaching.
    
    
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      Worship styles can be a sore spot among Christians. Let’s just tell it like it is. The traditionalists that prefer a more solemn and quiet worship frown with distaste upon the more exuberant worshippers that prefer music, dance and shouts of praise. In fact they think the “Holy Rollers,” as they call them, are a little nuts. The Praise &amp;amp; Worship people think that the traditionalist are uptight, fuddy-duddies that need to loosen up a bit. The merits of each kind of worship could be debated until we are blue in the face and they won’t be resolved.
    
    
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      Jesus said that true worshippers will worship in Spirit and Truth. That is the first requirement for worship. How we express that is going to differ among people because people are just different. Together we make up one body. Ecclesiastes tells us that there is time for everything under heaven. That means that there is a time to worship quietly and solemnly, and there is also a time to worship with celebratory shouts and praises. Instead of churches judging one another, we should respect one another. Instead of examining the outward expression of worship, we should be looking at the heart of the worshippers. If the people are not worshipping in spirit and truth, then their worship, regardless of the style, is empty and dead.
    
    
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      Our church is one that favors Praise &amp;amp; Worship. We don’t care if you call us Holy Rollers. We don’t care if you think we are crazy or foolish for dancing and raising our hands and shouting praises for God. We hope that you will be touched by the Spirit and the presence of God and one day join in the celebration. And we are certainly by no means in a position to judge how others worship. Even though we say we are “praise and worshippers”, our worship of late has not always reflected what we believe. People are still a little hesitant. They need to quit worrying what others might think and step out and worship God the way they really want to. 
      
      
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      We are to let the Spirit lead us in worship. As you grow in the Lord, you should also grow in your worship of Him. There is a time to worship solemnly and there is a time to rejoice with a shout of praise. Likewise, this is true for the body of Christ. We need to take a cue from the Superbowl fans and not be afraid to express our loyalty and support of our favorite team – The Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Think how many more people we could win for Christ just by demonstrating our love and enthusiasm for Him. Are you excited about what Jesus has done for you? Have you told anyone? Have you invited them to join you at church? Psalm 22 says that God inhabits the praises of His people. True worshippers will worship in spirit and truth. They will praise the Lord and He will be there with Him. And where He is, there is salvation and hope for all people.
    
    
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      Recently, I have begun to feel the winds of change. I can feel God wanting to do a new thing in my life and in our church. I have dwelt long enough on the mountain. I could continue doing what I am doing now, but I would get the same results. Or, I can let go and let God do a new thing in me. And I am going to have to change and become a new wineskin if I am going to hold the new wine God has for me. Change is never easy, but I know that it will be for my good.
    
    
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      I have been standing a lot lately. Physically, I am on my feet a lot. I don’t have a desk job, so that means I am up and moving about most of the time. However, the time on my feet pales in comparison to the time I have spent spiritually standing.
    
    
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      The conflicts, troubles, situations and attacks that have come my way have taught me to rely on God. I’ve learned to trust God more and am learning to seek Him first when I have a problem. That’s a big accomplishment for me. I used to think I could fix everything myself, but I learned that I cannot control everything or everyone. So now, I turn things over to God and allow Him to take care of things.
    
    
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      We are supposed to trust God with the situations in our lives. How many of us quote Romans 8:28 on a regular basis? It’s easy to throw up our hands and just say, “let God take care of it and it will all work out in the end.” However, turning a problem over to God does not excuse us from being present in the solution. What that means is, God will win the war for you, but you still have to go through the battles. 
    
    
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      For example, if your house caught on fire, would you pray for God’s help and then sit down and wait? No -- you still need to call 911 and make sure everyone gets out of the house safely. Or what if you have hurt someone with your actions or words and you want to restore your relationship. You can pray for God’s help in restoring the relationship. That’s great, but have you apologized to the person yet? God will always do His part, but we have a part to play as well. The scripture from Ephesians doesn’t say that you recognize a problem and stand . . . it says having done ALL, then stand. 
    
    
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      The pieces in the armor of God are the tools He has given us to use when adversity comes our way. Spiritual warfare is our training ground, where faith is tested and built. We couldn’t build faith if God just took care of all our problems. What happens to a child who has a parent that fixes all their problems? He becomes an adult who doesn’t know how to deal with conflict or adversity. That’s not what God wants for us. 
    
    
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      Yes, we need to trust God in all situations. Yes, we should allow God to fight our battles. No, that doesn’t mean we can go hide under the covers until it’s all over. We have a role to play in our battle, and when we have done everything – scripturally, morally, ethically – that we should do, then we stand. Then we turn it over to God and allow Him to be our strength. Here’s what I have found to be the case. If I keep going back and trying to fix the situation and it is going nowhere or it’s getting worse, that means I’ve done all, but I am not standing – I’m not trusting God to do His part. I need to back off and let God work. On the other hand, if I am avoiding the situation and trying to dodge a confrontation in hopes that it will all go away and it doesn’t, then I know that there’s probably more that I need to do. I need to take responsibility for my part and do what needs to be done, and then turn it over to God.
    
    
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      Faith is an action word. Every day we have to step out and live the life God has called us to. There will be troubles along the way, but He equips and trains us how to deal with them. When we have done all that we know and are capable of doing and when our strength has been exerted, He is there. In Him we have our victory. Being present in that victory is what will grow our faith. 
    
    
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      God has promised that He will be there for us – He said we wouldn’t leave us or forsake us. His word says that we can do all things through Christ, which strengthens us. But we must be present and accounted for – we must be willing to walk in faith and willing to stand when the time comes.
    
    
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      Jesus had to go through Samaria. Well, He didn’t have to. It wasn’t like it was the only way or that He had no other choices. Most Jewish travelers took the long way around Samaria, avoiding the Samaritan people at all costs. Jesus had to go through Samaria because that was the only way to reach the people there.
    
    
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      When Jesus looked at the woman at the well, He didn’t see her the way others did. He didn’t see her as a Samaritan woman or a woman with a bad reputation and write her off. He saw her as a person who needed salvation and needed the love of God in her life. Even though He knew her sin, He spoke to her with respect and kindness. He offered her the “living water” that would quench her spiritual thirst. When she shared her experience with Jesus with others in town, they came looking for Jesus and found their salvation also.
    
    
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      The culture of that time had created barriers between the Samaritan people and God. The Jews thought they were the only ones going to heaven because they were the seed of Abraham. They thought their place was secure and that gave them a feeling of superiority over the Samaritans and the Gentiles. When Jesus came, he broke down those barriers. He spoke to Nicodemus about being born again – it wasn’t enough to be a descendant of Abraham. He spoke to the Samaritan woman about how we worship is more important than where we worship. It was about faith, not religious ritual.
    
    
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      Between Christians and non-Christians, these issues come into play. We, as Christians, do not want to become like the Jews from Biblical times. We should not see ourselves as superior over those who are not Christians. People know if you are looking down on them and they are not going to be receptive to you if you are making them feel inferior. God loves all mankind and it is His will that none should perish.
    
    
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      There are also times when people who are unsaved may say something along the lines of “you Christians think you are better than everyone.” Perhaps they have been treated poorly, but more likely this is coming from the feelings of conviction they are experiencing. It isn’t easy to confront our own sin and mistakes. We try to blame others or simply walk in denial. Christians need to be sensitive to these feelings and realize where they are coming from. Where there is a spirit of conviction there is a soul that realizes it needs salvation, and we can help lead that person to Christ.
    
    
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       I don’t think most Christians realize how powerful their actions are. We may have a great testimony. We may be able to quote scripture verbatim. We might be eloquent in explaining the gospel to others. But that’s only part of it. We have to walk the talk. We may have just witnessed to someone and encouraged them and feel good about it, and then we do something un-Christian like that cancels it out. Our actions must line up with our beliefs if we are to be effective in winning others to Christ.
    
    
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       What kind of message are you sending if you preach Jesus and Him crucified, and then turn around and gossip about someone? Yelling at a store clerk over a mistake may make you feel better, but what does that do to your testimony? If you are out witnessing somewhere and come across that clerk, do you think he or she is going to give you the time of day? Ever see someone with a fish emblem on their car or a “Honk if you love Jesus” bumper sticker giving another driver the finger? Temper tantrums, pouting, selfishness and similar behaviors indicate immaturity. How can we ever get people interested in having the kind of relationship with God that they need if they don’t see it in our lives?
    
    
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    Fortunately for the students in our after school care program, I remember what it was like to be a kid right before Christmas. Otherwise there would be a lot more time outs. As you might expect this time of year, they are wound up and bouncing off the walls. When we were little, my grandfather had a toy monkey that would bounce up and down, bang cymbals and make high pitched monkey sounds with a crazed look on its face. Multiply that by 60 and you have my workplace right now.
  
  
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    We love asking the kids what they asked for from Santa for Christmas. Their eyes light up as they repeat the list, memorized for that moment when they got to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him their hearts’ desire. While our older kids aren’t so much into Santa, they are just as excited about what they want for Christmas. You can almost see those “visions of sugarplums” dancing in their heads. Except that their sugarplums are things like iPods, handheld game systems, and laptops.
  
  
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    I remember those Christmas mornings, when we would wake up about 4 a.m. and sneak down to look at all the presents that had magically appeared under the tree. We would try to wake up our parents, not knowing that they probably had been in bed only a couple of hours. They would put us off until at least 7 a.m., making us go back to bed in the meantime. Those were the longest hours, waiting until we could get up and open gifts. My sister and I could never get back to sleep and we constantly watched the clock. To kill time, we would go aggravate my brother. Even after we were allowed to get up, we had to wait for mom and dad to get their coffee and cameras. When they finally finished torturing us and gave us the go ahead, we tore into the pile like starved hyenas. Within minutes, it was over and all was revealed. “Santa” rarely disappointed, and the few things we didn’t get were forgotten after opening other great things we had never asked for. Then mom would make a big breakfast, complete with biscuits and gravy and we would eat with the same gusto we had given the present opening. All that anticipation and work makes a kid hungry.
  
  
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    Of course, God gave mankind the ultimate Christmas gift when He sent Jesus Christ into the world to be our Savior. That gift is, after all, the reason for the season. We remember the story of Jesus’ birth, reflect on His ministry and are awed by the sacrifice that He made for us.
  
  
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    When I decided to stay home, I thought about the various projects around the house that I could tackle. I had the time and my husband was away at hunting camp. Closets, cabinets and drawers needed cleaned out. Furniture needed to be moved and swept under. Papers needed to be filed. Just thinking about putting up the Christmas tree and decorations made me tired. It usually takes two or three days because it is such a tiring job. Of course, there was also Thanksgiving dinner to think about. It was all starting to sound a little overwhelming. Then I began to hear that small, still voice and it was saying "rest". 
  
    
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    Within a few days, I began to feel the results. Our neighbors invited us to have Thanksgiving dinner with them and it was wonderful. I fixed a few side dishes to go with the meal and we really enjoyed ourselves. After I helped with the clean up, I came home and took a two-hour nap! I was so rested up by Friday that I actually agreed to take my daughter to the mall. (We didn't do the early morning, crazy shopping thing - we went later in the afternoon.) My husband got down all the boxes, and on Saturday, we put up the Christmas tree and decorations in one day. I couldn't believe it. And I wasn't really tired when we finished.
  
    
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    I would say that I felt like a new person, but the truth is I felt like my old self. I felt like that person who used to get things done and enjoy doing them. I had been pushing myself and doing too much for so long. I think I reached a point where I was just existing and not living. I was getting up early each morning and trying to cram as much into a day as I possibly could. I see a lot of other people doing it, too. More is expected of us every day in our jobs. Every day we are trying to do more with less. 
  
    
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    When God finished His creation over six days, He rested on the seventh day. In Exodus 34:21, He tells us to do the same. ("Six days you shall labor, but on the seventh day you shall rest; even during the plowing season and harvest you must rest.") God didn't rest because He was tired. That seventh day, the day of rest, represents the rest we have in Jesus Christ. All our lives on this earth, we will labor. But a day will come when our labors will end, and we will have our rest in Him. In heaven, we'll never be tired or weak or faint. We will be rested!
  
    
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    Were you ever so busy that you missed a meal or two? Sure. I know that I have. The same thing happened to His apostles. But He told them to take a break and get away from all the hubbub and action. Rest and get something to eat. If you were to drive your car and not stop for gas, eventually you would run out of gas and be stranded on the side of the road. We have work to do. We need to be about our Father's business. But we can't do it if we are out of gas.
  
    
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    When a friend asked how my Thanksgiving week had been, I jokingly said that it was great because I had given myself the gift of rest. I realize now that the gift was really from the Lord. But I did have to make the first step. Come, He said. Lay it down. Give it over to Him. Rest.
  
    
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      <title>Family Visits</title>
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      Spending time with our family is important to me and my husband. All of our family is out of state, so we spend a lot of time on the road each year going to visit. We have family in 
      
        
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    The holidays make family visits a little more complicated. The bigger the family, the more complicated it gets. For example, you try to get everyone together on one day. That's a tall order in itself. Some people have work conflicts. Others may (GASP) be spending the holidays with their spouse's family. I have had friends who ate two or three Thanksgiving dinners in one day just to please all the family. Others negotiate how to divide their time among family (i.e., the "every other year" rule; alternating holidays; one side gets Christmas Eve and the other Christmas Day, etc.). 
  
    
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      Some may not be able to afford to travel to visit family. They may not to get to go on the road trip, but they will certainly take a guilt trip for not being able to be there. Since I was four years old, we haven't lived in the same area as our family members. All I have known is either visiting or being visited by family during the holidays. I don't know what it would be like to have all your family living in the same general area and be able to get together without the worries of packing, putting the dog in the kennel, stopping the mail, etc. I wonder if people in that position take it for granted.
      
        
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      Another complication is that you want to have this picture-perfect, Hallmark-moment, Currier &amp;amp; Ives festive gathering where everyone laughs and smiles and gets along. The reality is not so picture perfect, and when it doesn't match our expectations we can become disappointed and disillusioned. If Uncle Joe is loud and has bad table manners as a rule, it's likely he will be that way at your beautifully decorated Thanksgiving table. Yelling at him and correcting him in front of everyone isn't going to change him ... it's just going to give everyone indigestion. And don't forget the children. We mix them in with a bunch of cousins in a sea of family cooped up inside a too warm house and we expect them to behave like little angels. I can't remember making it through a family holiday as a kid without one of us either getting a spanking for our over-activity or getting injured from playing with our cousins. 
      
        
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      I am not saying don't spend the holidays with your family. But if all you do when you are together is argue and hurt each other, maybe it's time to rethink the situation. I know that I have taken a few years off from spending Thanksgiving with family. I couldn't sit through one more political argument while I was trying to enjoy my turkey and cranberry sauce. And nothing goes with pie like your grandmother asking how much weight you had gained. Even when I tried to divide my time, I felt guilty about not getting to see everyone. So, for the last several years I have cooked my own Thanksgiving dinner and anyone who wanted to come was welcome. Sometimes family would come. Sometimes we would have neighbors and friends join us. Last year, it was just the three of us. There were lots of leftovers for turkey sandwiches, but I have to admit it was too quiet and I missed having at least a little company. Somewhere between the big overcrowded gathering and just our immediate family is the happy medium.
      
        
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    This blog article has been a little different. Let me say for the record that I don't have an Uncle Joe and all my uncles have excellent table manners. I guess because we are heading into the holiday season, my thoughts have been for my family. I really miss my parents and grandfathers and my cousin, but I have great memories to hold on to. Our family is so big and spread out, it is impossible to give everyone the time and attention that my heart wants to show. I can't be everywhere and I can't be with all of them, but God can. We can only do what we are able to do. I'm not sure where I will physically be for the holidays, but I know my heart will be with all my family. I will be happy about spending time with the ones I am with and I will be praying for blessings and a joyous time for those I can't be with. Nothing can separate me from the love of God (Romans 
    
      
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      <title>Over the Rainbow</title>
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    Children love to promise you things, and I believe they mean it at the time. "I'll clean my room tomorrow, I promise!" "I promise I will never do it again." "I promise I will never ask for another thing if you will buy this for me." Learning to keep promises, and the consequences of not keeping them, is just another one of those things you learn as you grow and mature. However, even the most mature person may find he is unable to fulfill a promise. Sometimes circumstances get in the way of our best intentions.
  
    
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    Jesus is both the fulfillment of a promise and the symbol of another. Throughout the Old Testament we have prophecies and promises of the Messiah. Those were fulfilled with the coming of Jesus. Even those closest to Jesus didn't realize fully who He was until after the resurrection. Through His death on the cross and His resurrection, Jesus fulfilled the promise of salvation and eternal life for those who believe.
    
      
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    A covenant with God is unbreakable by God. Psalm 111 says that God will remember his covenant forever. We may not always live up to our end of the deal, but God always lives up to his. Jesus is the guarantor of the new covenant. When God looks down from heaven and sees the rainbow, He remembers that He will never again destroy life with flood waters. When God looks at our hearts and lives and sees the blood of Jesus applied, He sees a life that will live forever with Him and not be destroyed in the lake of fire. Christ is the fulfillment of all of God's promises.
  
    
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    We sing a song about standing on the promises of God. His promises are the foundation of our faith. We can be sure-footed when we stand on them. Our faith in them will be credited as righteousness to us. We can be sure that those promises will be fulfilled. God has promised us victory over all things, including death. All we have to do is step out in faith and stand on those promises.
  
    
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    My cousin and her husband had a beautiful baby boy earlier this month. I am always excited to hear what a baby has been named. One of the first things that I do is look up the meaning of the name. It took them a few days to select the name . . . he surprised mom and dad by coming a month early! I knew that he would have an interesting name and they did not disappoint. 
  
    
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    More important than what your name is or what it means is where it is written. Many people dream of seeing their name in lights. Tourists walk the Hollywood Walk of Fame to see the names of stars of screen and stage. Andy Warhol predicted that everyone would have 15 minutes of fame, and the onslaught of reality tv is making that more possible all the time. While fame or professional recognition can be nice, it doesn't count for anything beyond this life. 
    
      
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    It's fun to look up the meaning of your name. Keeping your good name, or reputation, in this world can be important to a successful life. Names are often the first thing we learn about another person and we make judgments about people based on their names. But nothing is more important than making sure that your name, whatever it is, is written in the Book of Life. If you haven't had that life changing experience, it isn't too late. There's still room in the book for your name. You just have to make room in your heart for His.
  
    
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    Everyone wants to move up and move on. If you want to be promoted or if you want something better, you'll have to go through some stuff first. You want God to use you in a certain way? Maybe you aren't ready. Maybe He needs you to mature a little first. Or perhaps you need to learn how to be the best at what you are currently doing and be happy doing it before you can move on to something else. God isn't punishing you or trying to put you someplace to make you miserable. He is working on you. He is refining you. The silversmith puts the raw material into the fire to burn out the impurities until he has the perfect product. He knows that his work is complete when he removes it from the fire and he can see himself in it.
  
    
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    "Hello? Did you forget the bridge is out? Now you have to turn around and go back the way you came or navigate the detour in an area you're not familiar with. Way to go! Now you are going to be late."
  
    
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    I see this scene repeated many times each day. When Mom or Dad or Grandma or Grandpa picks up his or her child or grandchild, they carry the heavy backpacks and lunchboxes and musical instruments. The child might carry out a craft or drawing made that afternoon. I know I did the same thing with my daughter when she was younger. In fact, I bought her a backpack with wheels so that neither of us would have to carry that heavy bag. Now that she is older (and nearly as tall as me), she has no trouble carrying her things. 
  
    
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    It's second nature for parents to help their children. We love them and want to protect them. We want the best for them. If they are carrying a heavy load, we're going to do everything we can to lighten that load. It might start with carrying their heavy backpacks, but it is a lifelong commitment. We will always be looking out for them and doing what we can to help.
  
    
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    We can find that same help when we surrender our burdens to the Lord. A burden is defined as a load or obligation. For example, being a parent isn't easy. It's a burden we happily take on, but sometimes it can be overwhelming. We need a little help now and then from friends and relatives. But they can't be with us all the time. 
  
    
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      <title>The Secret to a Low-Anxiety Life</title>
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      I hate to admit it, but I am a bit of a worrier. That's something that people who know me might not realize. I think most of my friends see me as someone who is organized, prepared and even-tempered. I don't get excited until there is really something to get excited about. (But when I do get excited, look out!) However, beneath the calm exterior is a mind that often ponders the worst case scenarios and is anxious about the things of daily life. With God's help, my problem with worrying has gotten much better over the years. 
      
        
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      A fisherman casts his line into the water and waits for a fish to take the bait. When he gets a bite, he reels his line back in. A lot of Christians cast their cares like they are fisherman. They cast them upon the Lord, and instead of letting them go, they reel them back in. 
      
        
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      Why can't we let those worries go? It could be that our faith is weak and we need to strengthen ourselves in the Lord. After all, if we know who God is and believe in His promises, then we should be able to trust Him with our problems. Trusting is hard, especially if you have been betrayed by others. But as you grow closer in your relationship with God, you will be able to trust Him more and more. He doesn't lie or change his mind. He promised He would never leave you or forsake you.
      
        
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      Or perhaps we hold on to those worries out of habit. We are so used to taking care of everybody and everything that it has become second nature to worry about it all. If we didn't have to worry about it all, what would we do with ourselves? We wouldn't know how to act if we could relax and actually enjoy life. Other people seem to walk around without a care in the world. We worriers think they are either lazy, crazy or in denial. But the truth is they have learned the secret to a low-anxiety life.
      
        
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      I especially like the line "to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God's giving." When we worry, we usually are thinking about what we need. We need more money or a better job or material things. We want healing for ourselves or a loved one. We want to know that our loved ones are safe and not in harm's way. We are worrying about getting something done. When we are in "gimme" mode, we aren't in a position to receive the blessings and peace that God has for us. 
      
        
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      You all know I love the show, "Clean House." Miss Niecy, the host, is always telling those pack rat homeowners that if they let go of their old, useless junk, she will gift them something new and wonderful that they actually need. They are usually holding on with a tight fist. She points out that if they will open their hand and let go, their open hand will be ready to receive. That's how we need to be with our worries. Worries are really useless junk. If we can truly let them go and give them over to God and not try to hold on to them, then He will take care of them. He will bless us with what we need and more.
      
        
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      One of Scarlett O'Hara's famous lines was, "Tomorrow is another day." Tomorrow might not even come, so why carry the weight of the world on your shoulders today? If Jesus has said the worrying is pointless, then why do it? If we will seek God and seek to live the life He has called us to, then we can trust that everything else will fall into place. Does that mean that we don't have to care about anything or work for anything? Of course not. God doesn't want a bunch of slackers. He just wants to you to do your best and let Him take care of the rest. (Ephesians 
      
        
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       have something to celebrate. Earlier this month, an accident at a gold and copper mine had left 33 men trapped deep underground. After 17 days, mine workers were able to drill through more than 2,200 feet of solid rock to reach the emergency relief area where they hoped the miners would be. We can imagine their fears and their hopes. Would they find anyone alive, or would this be more of a recovery mission than a rescue? Much to their surprise, a probe returned with a note saying all 33 men were alive! Chilean President Sebastian Pinera said, “Today all of 
      
        
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      The miners still need our prayers, because their ordeal is far from over. Right now all 33 are alive. They are receiving food, water and other supplies through a capsule that is lowered down to them. Soon they will be able to communicate with their families. But officials expect that it will take as long as four months to drill a tunnel big enough to pull them out. That’s a long time to wait and anything could happen in four months. I do pray that all will be rescued in time.
      
        
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      Still, we could celebrate that the one miner had survived. Even then, we were guarded in our hopes because all reports indicated that he wasn’t doing well. But Randal McCloy survived. National news programs chronicled his treatment and rehabilitation. The last thing I remember hearing about him is that he and his wife had welcomed their third child about a year after the accident. As far as I know, he is still doing well and I am so happy for him and his family. 
      
        
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      A few weeks ago, a woman who has been coming to our church off and on for a while committed her heart and her life to the Lord. It was a moving experience to be there with her. Like those Chilean families, we all cried with joy and excitement. But an even greater celebration was taking place in Heaven. In the service, this woman was surrounded by her brothers and sisters in Christ who had prayed for her and loved her. They are good Christian people and God loves them, but the celebration that day wasn’t because of them. It was because a soul had been saved. And she won’t have to wait four months. She is saved now. She has the promise of everlasting life. 
      
        
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      Does that mean her life will now be hunky-dory and always full of sunshine and daisies? Absolutely not. Life hands out its shares of trials and tribulations to everyone. The difference is that she has a new way to deal with them. She has a Heavenly Father that is watching over her and turning things around for her good. She has a Savior that is guiding her steps and serving as her Advocate and Redeemer. She has the Holy Spirit to counsel and comfort her. She has peace and the promise that when this physical life is over, that there is a place prepared for her in Heaven. Great is our reward when we give our lives to Christ!
      
        
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      <title>Let Them Go</title>
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    The world celebrates a new year each January. But those of us with children live by a different calendar. For us, a new year starts on the first day of school. Everything is new: new grade, new teachers, new friends, and sometimes a new school. It also means it is time for new backpacks, new shoes and clothes, and new supplies. 
  
    
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    School years serve as milestones for our children. Life changes when they enter kindergarten. We’ve had them all to ourselves for five years, and then we have to turn them over to someone else for a while. We ask ourselves, where did the time go? It seems like only yesterday they were sweet, snuggly newborns in our arms. Letting go is scary for both you and your child, but it has to be done. 
  
    
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    Elementary school was a lot of fun. The toothless years were especially good. There is nothing cuter than a kid missing his or her front teeth. Around third grade things start to change as they transition from little kid to big kid. Next thing you know, you have a tall, gangly fifth grader who is torn between being a kid and being a teenager. 
  
    
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      <title>The Taming of the Tongue</title>
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        I don’t know about you, but I’ve tasted my foot a lot lately. Usually I try to watch what I say (or write) because I understand the power that words have. But there are moments when the brain seems to disconnect from the control center and the tongue takes off on its own. Then there are times when I hear inside my head, “Don’t say that,” but I say it anyway. It’s like I can’t stop myself. 
        
          
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    My friend and I taught a lesson on the power of words once upon a time when we taught in Children’s Church. We gave the kids tubes of toothpaste and had them squeeze the toothpaste out. Then we told them to put the toothpaste back in the tube. You can imagine the looks on their faces. Some of them actually tried to do it, but quickly realized it was impossible. Our words are like the toothpaste – once we speak them, write them, email them, Facebook them, we can’t take them back. They will go out and do whatever good or damage they are going to do. That’s why we have to be so careful what we say, where we say it and whom we say it to. And we have to be mindful that nothing we say is in secret, because God hears everything.
  
    
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    Why the laughter? Let’s just say that his is not a close family – at least not compared to mine. I have a pretty big family, and while we don’t have family reunions, we do get together fairly often. When we see each other, we all hug and we give out that same round of hugs when we say goodbye. I met a few of my husband’s cousins and maybe an aunt and uncle about 17 years ago at a wedding reception. When we go to 
    
    
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    We really didn’t know what to expect as we headed for the reunion location. I knew that his dad had four brothers, so we figured there might be 20 or 30 people at the most. Imagine our surprise when we find a large picnic shelter with at least 150 people, a big banner proclaiming the family reunion and someone making announcements over a sound system. This wasn’t the thrown-together picnic we expected. This was a well planned event.
  
  
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    Turns out they have been having this reunion on a fairly regular basis. Those attending come from my husband’s grandfather’s family. Apparently he had a lot of brothers and sisters, and almost each one had descendants who were present. The oldest was 91 and the youngest was six weeks old. My husband’s uncle was the first to greet me. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I don’t know who any of these people are either.” I think this might have been the first reunion where my father-in-law’s branch of the family showed up. As I said, they really aren’t a close bunch, though I think they genuinely care about one another. They just don’t want to spend a lot of time together. And they hate large gatherings.
  
  
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    My daughter was actually excited about attending the reunion. “Mom, I’ll get to meet a bunch of people that I’m related to and don’t even know,” she said. I can always count on her to put things in perspective. Whether we know them or not, they are family. I am a member by marriage, but she, like her dad, was in the blood line. Whether we chose to associate with them or not over the years, we were still a part of that lineage. If someone were to sit down and draw up the family tree, we would be one of the branches. It’s not like we can say, “just leave us out . . .
    
    
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    Many Christians try to keep their distance from their brothers and sisters in Christ. Some don’t go to church at all. Others want to come to church and go home without interacting with anyone or getting involved in the work of the church. They come in late so they don’t have to talk to anyone and they sit in the back. When they hear the preacher starting to close the service or perhaps getting ready to make an altar call, they make a quick and discreet exit. I am sure they have their reasons. Perhaps they have been hurt by people in the church, either the one they currently attend or at a previous one. Sadly, this happens too often. Or perhaps they are struggling in their walk with God and don’t feel like they can contribute anything. Or maybe they are just shy and don’t know how to get involved. Whatever the reason, their lack of participation doesn’t make them any less a member of the church. 
  
    
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      <title>Got Meat?</title>
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    It’s been nice having a baby in the nursery at church again. But you forget what it takes to care for an infant when you haven’t had to do it for awhile. There are diapers and wipes and creams. They’ve got changes of clothes, pacifiers, toys, drops for gas, bibs and blankets. You have bottles that have to have formula mixed into them and warmed. They have to be fed and diapered and rocked. And that’s just for a couple of hours! 
  
    
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    I enjoy spending that time in the nursery with baby, but I am also happy to hand him back to mom at the end of service. My baby becomes a teenager in about a month. And while part of me is sad that she is growing up so fast, I love watching her grow into the beautiful young woman she is becoming. I know that someday she will be grown and she will go out on her own. I can’t keep it from happening – I can’t keep her as a baby. Since that is the case, I have to do my best to prepare her for adulthood. 
  
    
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    When you become a Christian, you are reborn. You are a new creature in Christ. You might be 10 years old or you might be 50, but you are a newborn in the Lord. Think of it as a “do over.” Kids understand the “do over.” When they are playing a game and something just didn’t go right, someone says “do over.” Then it’s as if the whole thing never happened and they start over.
  
    
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    When we ask Christ to be our personal Savior, we get a “do over.” We ask to be forgiven of all our sins and the slate is wiped clean. We get to start fresh and not just become a new person or a better person, but the person that God had always intended us to be. 
  
    
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    That’s how hungry we have to be for God. Right now I have a teenager’s appetite for the things of God. The more I read and study the more I want to read and study. Milk doesn’t satisfy me anymore. I have to have the meat. I don’t ever want to go back to being a once a week Christian. I am trying to live it every day and to grow up to be who God intends me to be. Will I always get it right? No. But my God allows for “do overs.” How great is that?
  
    
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    If we are going to get off the milk, then we need to make sure we are being fed some meat in our churches. God gave me a word for preachers and teachers, so listen up if that is you. He said that it is time for us to stop feeding the people milk and to start dishing out the meat. We have people who have been in church for years and years and we keep spoon feeding them the milk. It’s time for them to grow up and it’s time for us to give them the meat.
  
    
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      <title>Do This Not That</title>
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    Weight loss fads and diets are always hot topics. For decades, Americans have been obsessed with being thin. Thin was fashionable. Thin was in. Every actress, model or singer had her own workout video. Because of the desire to be thin, people developed eating disorders, like bulimia and anorexia. When we were seniors in high school, my friend, Mary, and I used to diet all week. We wrote down everything we ate and how many calories it had. Then on the weekends, we would eat anything that we wanted, which usually meant we binged on junk food. I remember the two of us eating almost a whole package of Oreos in one sitting. 
  
    
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    Isn’t it ironic that at a time when the media and society seemed to be throwing “thin” in our faces, we became the fattest nation on the planet? It’s not just about looking thin now. It’s about being healthier. We’ve finally realized that not everyone can look like Twiggy or Kate Moss. We need to watch our diets for our health more than for our looks. This has spawned a whole new line of weight loss and healthy diet fads.
  
    
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    One of the most popular diet guides out today is “Eat This Not That!” by David Zinczenko. You may have even seen him on a daytime talk show or news program. He shows that you can help control your weight by making smarter, more informed choices. For example, he will compare hamburgers at two different restaurants. He tells you which burger has fewer calories – and usually it is a significant difference. Because of him, I have had to rethink ordering a salad as my entrée. Some of these salads have so much in them that, with the dressing, they have more calories than a burger and fries.
  
    
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    I am not trying to sell Mr. Zinczenko’s book for him. I want to sell his principle: making smarter and better choices is better for you. How did we get so fat as a nation? Because we ate what we wanted when we wanted it without regard for the consequences. Now translate that into where we are in society. If only weight gain were our biggest problem! We’ve got drugs. We’ve got families where every kid has a different father. We’ve got divorce. We’ve got AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases. We’ve got abortion. We’ve got addictions. We’ve got prime time television that is borderline porno. We’ve got outrageous personal and national debt. We’ve got the “f” word almost becoming everyday language. 
  
    
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    Our nation, our people got in the shape that we are in because we started doing what we wanted when we wanted to do it without regard for the consequences. “If it feels good, do it” became the guiding philosophy. People took what our nation stood for and perverted it. We were set up to be a nation where everyone had equal rights and could believe and think as they wished. We became so tolerant that we tolerated anything and everything. And it is killing us -- and the way of life we were supposed to have. But whenever anyone has been willing to step up and draw that proverbial line in the sand and say, “that’s enough”, they have been dismissed as being intolerant or a hate monger. Just like we need to get our health and diets under control, we need to get the way we conduct our lives under control.
  
    
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    In Colossians 3, written by the Apostle Paul, God gives us His version of “Eat This Not That.” It’s more of a “Do This Not That.” This passage is speaking to the Christians --those who have said they have accepted Christ as their savior. But I think this could speak to anyone, Christian or not.
  
    
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      One of the first things I noticed about the museum was how quiet it was. Like most of the other museums and tourist places we visited that day, the place was filled with families with small children. But this place was different. A reverent silence was overwhelmingly present. Even the children seemed to understand that this was not a place to be loud or be rambunctious. (It was a sharp contrast to the Smithsonian Air and 
      
        
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      Genocide is the deliberate and systematic destruction, in whole or in part, of an ethnic, racial, religious, or national group. The term was coined after the Holocaust by Raphael Lemkin. When we think of genocide, we think of Nazi Germany and their hatred for the Jews. We think of the concentration camps and the millions of Jews who died. Certainly for those who are my generation and younger, it is a part of history. We’ve seen it replayed in movies and documentaries, but we don’t have first-hand knowledge or memory of the events. It didn’t happen on our watch. Fortunately, history has preserved the facts and places like the 
      
        
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      But genocide continues today. We visited an exhibit in the museum called “Genocide Emergency”. The tears that I had shed in the other exhibit had been tears of sadness and sympathy. These tears burned with horror and shock and shame. I was shocked to read and see pictures of the places all over the world (but mostly in 
      
        
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    The images stayed with me for days. I kept seeing the cramped, dirty apartment that Daniel’s family lived in before they were separated and taken to concentration camps. I remembered seeing where Daniel’s mother had sewn the Star of David on what few clothing items they had. They were required to wear it visibly at all times so everyone would know they were Jews and treat them accordingly (which was bad treatment, of course).
    
      
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      The visit to the museum revealed the dark, ugly and evil side of mankind. Unfortunately there will always be those who love war and use violence to capture and maintain power or to fulfill a personal agenda. It is up to us to keep the light shining on these events. I thank God for the dedicated missionaries who go to these places and bring the good news of Jesus Christ, as well as food and medicine, to the people. I thank God for the people who are reporting these atrocities and I know that I am going to pay more attention to these news stories . . . and I am going to start praying for these people. I thank God for the people who are trying to help these survivors recover from the devastation. And I am thankful for places like the 
      
        
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      As Christians, we need to speak out for others, but we also need to speak out for ourselves. Our rights are slowly being stripped from us, ever so gradually over time. The government and anti-Christian factions are trying to undermine our faith by taking away our rights to pray and believe the way we do. Prayer is out of school. People have tried to get “In God we Trust” off our currency. The Ten Commandments have been removed from some government facilities. An attempt failed to have “under God” taken out of the Pledge of Allegiance.
      
        
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    Last spring, my friend Susan made me promise I would get on Facebook. When she first asked me to get an account, life was really hectic and I couldn’t imagine having the time to set it up and use it on a regular basis. Summer has brought with it a calmer schedule, so with the help of my daughter, I got myself a Facebook page.
    
      
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    When I look at the friends that God has placed in my life, I see how blessed I am. They are wonderful people and I love them so much. There are childhood friends, college friends, work friends, church friends, friends of friends (another fb term), and family friends. But of late I have cheated them and I have cheated myself out of fellowship with them. Some I have lost touch with, and I know that’s normal. Others I have kept in touch with, but we haven’t had any quality time together. Those I see regularly, I have still kept at arms length in terms of emotional connection. To use an old cliché: it’s not you, it’s me. And I am so sorry.
  
    
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    If you are one of my friends, thank you for hanging in there with me. I hope to be a better friend in the future. I never stopped loving you, but I guess I stopped showing you. In my favorite movie, “The Wizard of Oz”, the wizard tells the Tin Man: “A heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others.” I do want your love, but I know I have to give in order to receive. And in order to receive, I have to be open. Love and forgiveness – they are the essential ingredients to our earthly and heavenly relationships!
  
    
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    Happy Birthday to my Granny Smith, who turns 93 years old today. I know that she won’t read this, but I hope that you will remember her in your prayers today. Thanks!
  
    
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      All winter long we’ve eaten comfort foods, like hot chocolate topped with whipped cream, mashed potatoes and gravy, and fried chicken. When the snow starts to melt and the days get warmer, we start to think of summer and trips to the beach or pool. I tell myself every spring that if I go on a diet right away and start doing sit ups, by summer I will look better in my bathing suit. 
      
        
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    By Wednesday, I knew I was probably in trouble. Usually by mid-week, I have a working title for the next blog article and a rough outline in my head. By Friday morning, it’s pretty much just a matter of downloading it from my brain to the computer. (Wish they had a USB cable for that!) But this week, I had nothing.
  
  
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    “Okay, God. I’m listening. Tell me what you want me to write about.” I waited. I listened. Silence. The first 10 articles came so fast and so easy. It seemed almost as soon as I finished one, I had the next one starting to take shape in my mind. So what happened?
  
  
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    In round three of the blame game, I attributed my drawing a blank to the events of the last few weeks. My mind and body are tired. I’ve gone from a big family wedding to a family funeral in a matter of weeks. Throw in a whirlwind trip to the in-laws over the holiday weekend. There’s been a lot of traveling and a lot of emotional fatigue heaped on the regular demands of family and work. I am sure most people understand how tiring that would be. But when I am writing, it usually doesn’t matter how tired I am. If I have that burning word in me ready to come out, I am wide awake and determined until every last letter has been typed out of me. 
  
    
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    The song that was played at the beginning of my grandfather’s service was “Blessed Assurance,” which was written in 1873 by Frances J. Crosby.
  
    
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    Lately it seems like my life is one big game of “Beat the Clock.” I have too many balls in the air, too many irons in the fire, bit off more than I can chew – whichever old expression you want to use. Some days I feel like I am drowning in my “to do” list. The good news is that I recognize that it’s happening and that I need to do something about it. The bad news is that it sometimes feels like a train running out of control and I can’t stop it, which means that inevitably I will crash like I did this past Monday.
    
      
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    We all push ourselves to the limits on a daily basis. I see my husband doing it, too. He works hard all day and then comes home and tries to work on different projects around the house or for other people (usually trying to fix a computer). He gets in bed late and is up early. But eventually it catches up with him and there are several days in a row that he falls asleep on the couch after dinner and sleeps for about 12 hours. Both of us going non-stop leaves very little time available for each other, and that’s something that’s got to give. Relationships take time and we’ll only get out of it what we put into it.
  
    
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    My brother, like a lot of parents, works long hours and spends most of his off time at the ball field. He has two children who play sports and have other interests that require his and his wife’s time and involvement. He and his wife work together as a team, so that one parent isn’t carrying the whole load. As sporting seasons close, their schedule lets up and they have more time to themselves. But some people live overscheduled all year long. We’ve heard the stories about the moms in the minivans who pick their kids up from school and go straight to baseball/dance/tutoring/piano. The family eats dinner in the van on their way from one activity to another and the kids stay up late finishing homework. Fortunately, I have managed to avoid that pitfall. My daughter has things she is involved in, but they don’t take up a lot of time in the evenings. (Of course, it helps that we couldn’t afford baseball/dance/tutoring/piano even if we wanted to do it, and I don’t have a minivan. LOL.) I am thankful that we have found enriching, yet inexpensive, activities that she really enjoys.
  
    
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    There is an old saying that “idleness is the devil’s workshop.” In other words, people with lots of time on their hands could find themselves getting into trouble if they are not careful. I am starting to think that being overly busy is just as bad. Remember when teachers use to give us “busy work”? It really didn’t enhance our education – it just kept us busy and out of trouble until she was ready to start something new. I think we let a lot of “busy work” in our lives. It isn’t doing anything to enhance our lives, but it is stealing away time from other more important things, like our relationship with God and with our families. I think it is one of the Enemy’s tactics in a spiritual game of “keep away.” If he can keep us away from the things of God, then he wins us. 
  
    
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      <title>Moms Make Great Cup Holders</title>
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      She came running toward me all smiles and giggles. Her little curls bounced with each awkward step and as she approached, her arms reached out. Nothing is sweeter than your child running into your arms and giving you a hug. However, this time that wasn’t what I was getting. She quickly handed me her sippy cup and, without a word, headed back to the slide and swings. “Gee, thanks,” I thought. And that’s when it hit me: moms make great cup holders.
      
        
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      Moms do make great cup holders. They are also great tissues, chairs and pillows.
      
        
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      We rival the sturdiest of pack mules when it comes to hauling around our kids and their things. We wear so many hats every day – many of them at the same time. Already this morning, I have been an alarm clock, a chauffer, a gardener, a maid, an animal care provider, a carpet cleaner, a laundress, a garbage collector, a detective, a secretary, and an accountant. Before the day is over, I may be a teacher, a nurse, a cook, a waitress, a counselor and who knows what else. And that doesn’t even cover my “real” job!
      
        
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    This Sunday is Mother’s Day 2010. My mother has been gone for nearly 20 years, and I miss her every day. If you are blessed to have your mother still with you, I hope that you will be able to spend time with her and tell her how much you appreciate all that she has done for you. Now is the time to ‘arise and call her blessed.”
  
  
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    Jealousy takes many forms. In last week’s article I wrote about the jealousy we have over the material possessions or accomplishments of others. We can feel that type of jealousy toward anybody – male, female, old, young, friend, or stranger. 
  
  
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        If a spouse is truly cheating, then the other spouse does have the right to be jealous. Marriage is a covenant relationship – a commitment that cannot be broken. One of the definitions of jealousy is: “solicitous or vigilant in maintaining or guarding something.” For example, we are jealous of our American freedoms. We fight for them and safeguard them. We are jealous of our marriage and family. We are, or should be, watchful for things that might harm them. Not only should we be faithful to our partners, but we should never put ourselves in a position that makes it appear that we are being unfaithful. 
        
        
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      As in marriage, our relationship with God is a covenant relationship. He is to be our First Love, and cheating is a deal breaker. As we study the Bible and the history of the Israelites, we find that they always got themselves in trouble with God because they worshipped the gods and idols of the other people around them. In essence, they cheated on God.
      
      
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    Even today people get themselves in trouble by not making God their first and only God. Some dabble in other religions or try to blend other religions into their Christian walk. Ever try to mix someone else into your marriage? Sure some people do it, but it defiles the marriage. Trying to mix Buddha or someone else with God defiles your relationship with Him. Other people just don’t believe in anything or anyone. They also provoke God’s jealousy because He truly loves them and wants them to be in a relationship with Him.
  
    
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    God has a right be jealous when we neglect our relationship with Him. He knows that when we do that, we are harming ourselves and are probably heading down the wrong path. He wants to bless us, but we have to do our part. We need to ask ourselves: What am I doing to provoke God’s jealousy and what do I need to do to fix it? If the situation was with a spouse, we could sit down and talk it out. That’s what we need to do with God. Talk to Him, and more importantly, listen for His voice. 
  
    
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    Cheesy. Corny. Hokey. Call it what you will, each week the show “Full House” delivered family entertainment with a moral lesson. I happily admit to being one of its regular viewers when it originally aired. (It didn’t hurt that John Stamos was one of the stars.) Now in reruns, the show is attracting a whole new generation of viewers. 
  
  
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    I was flipping through the channels the other day looking for something to watch when I came upon one of those reruns. I paused to see what the episode was about. The program was near its end, where all the issues of the day are resolved. (Episode formula: problem comes up for adult or child; adult or child struggles with problem; problem reaches its boiling point; family discusses and resolves problem and then has dessert/laugh/hug.)
  
  
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    This particular episode was one I had not seen (probably from one of the last seasons because Becky and Jesse have the twin boys). Danny, the main character and father of three, is arguing with Becky, his sister-in-law and co-host of his morning talk show. Seems Danny quit the show because Becky got a promotion he felt he deserved. They banter back and forth over a family dinner in a restaurant. Finally, Becky blurts out, “You’re just jealous!” Danny denies being jealous, which exacts eye rolls from everyone at the table. I am paraphrasing here: “You think I am jealous?” he asks. “I am not jealous. I just resent the fact that Becky got a promotion and I didn’t. (Pause for laugh track.) Wait a minute, that’s what jealous means. I am jealous.”
  
  
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    Jealousy within a family or an organization, like your church, can be devastating. Games of one-upmanship, petty bickering, pouting and what I call “cry babying” can hinder the work you are trying to do. Within a church, you have people who have gifts and callings, and that can sometimes result in jealousies. We need to remember that these gifts and callings are from God to be used for His glory and not to exalt and glorify the people who have them. Instead of being jealous, we need to do the following:
  
    
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                    A trip to my in-law’s home in Pennsylvania is one that we both look forward to and dread at the same time. We know that once we get there, we will enjoy being with family. However, we dread the seven hour drive. Typically, we go for four or five day, but this would be a hurried trip over the weekend. My father-in-law suffered a stroke back in January and this was our first opportunity to go see him since he was released from the hospital.
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                    The first leg of the trip is the easiest. Take the interstate north to Morgantown. Unless there is construction, you have very little traffic to deal with and you can turn on the cruise control. I went to college in Morgantown, so I know the road like the back of my hand – the mile markers for the rest areas; which exits have good restaurants; which exits have clean bathrooms in case you can’t wait for the rest area; etc.
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                    The trip was going well and I was enjoying the warm sun on my face. My husband and daughter had both gone to sleep. Then I hit one of the bigger and busier little towns. The orange signs ahead alerted me that a bridge was undergoing construction and we would have to follow a detour. The butterflies in my stomach began their fluttering. 
  
  
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                    The last leg of the trip is the toughest. It is all two-lane, windy road and when it is dark, you can barely make out the road. Added to the visibility problem is the fact that you are tired and are less alert. The only thing that keeps you going is that you know that you are almost there . . . almost home. I flipped the headlights on bright and the road lit up before me. When I had to change to low beams when passing the occasional car, I could still make out the road . . . I just had to slow down a little.
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                    As we came into the town where my in-laws live, again the familiar landmarks were a comfort. We passed through town and back into the rural area. I slowed down as we approached the drive and turned on my signal. The house was full of light and welcoming. We were expected and warmly greeted, and grateful that we had finally reached our destination. We were home.
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                    Where are you in the journey to your Father’s home? Are you on cruise control? Have you veered off course? Has the road become dark? It’s never too late for a course correction. Simply call upon the Lord – invite Jesus Christ to be the Lord and Savior of your life.
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                    A rumble of thunder cracked the early morning silence and the comforting patter of rain eased me back to sleep. I pulled the little bit of covers that my daughter wasn’t hogging up around my chin and listened to the rain hit the roof of my aunt’s home. It felt cozy and warm and secure. She and I were visiting our family in Kentucky and I thought about them as I was dozing. It was great to see them and spend time with them. My grandparents are well into their 80’s, and I treasure the time I get to spend with them. I love that my daughter has been able to know her great-grandparents so well.
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                    Never have I felt that we were any less than a whole, loving family. Never did I feel any less a part of the family than anyone else. Some of my best childhood memories are of spending time with my dad’s family. We enjoyed playing with our cousins. Our grandmother, grandfather, aunts and uncles showered us with love and attention. My grandfather, a man who truly loves God, is not my grandfather by blood, but he certainly has been a grandfather to me. He will always be my Papaw.
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                    In looking at my family’s composition, I can see a pattern for the family of God. In earthly terms, we are not biologically related. But spiritually, we are all brothers and sisters in Christ. We are blood relatives because we are covered by His blood. We equally share in the blessings and benefits of being sons and daughters of God. We are to love one another and share one another’s burdens, just like any family should.
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                    Believers need to grasp and understand this concept. I don’t think you can fully receive all that God has for you if you don’t see yourself as He sees you – as His child that He loves and wants the very best for. If you are a parent, you understand that love. Yet, some people have a hard time accepting that God really loves them. I don’t understand how some people can say they are a Christian on one hand, and then on the other think that they are unworthy of God’s blessings.
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                    Romans 8:14-17
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                    For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God. For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father. The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God: And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together.
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                    Galatians 3:29 (KJV) says, "And if ye be Christ's, then are ye Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise." You’ll often find dysfunction in families. I know that I am lucky to have the family that I do . . . not everyone is so fortunate. Sometimes family members are favored or treated differently. But there is no dysfunction in God’s family. His love is perfect and He loves us all equally. We are His children; we are His heirs; we are the apple of His eye. There’s a saying: "If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it."
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                    Don’t let the enemy or anyone else try to tell you that you are any less than a full-heir son or daughter of God. Walk confidently in the love of God and experience the blessings He has for you.
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                    God started planting the idea of writing a blog in my mind over a year ago. I did a little reading about blogs, but I really didn’t know what I was supposed to write about, how to get started, or where to go to for the technical help. I am good at e-mail and I am good at surfing the Net, but I don’t make web pages. Much to the disgust of my friends and family, I don’t even Facebook. It’s not that I am unsociable – I just would rather pick up the phone and call you or talk to you face-to-face. E-mail is okay for short notes in between those personal visits. I’m sure they’ll eventually wear me down and I will have to face Facebook.
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                    I had forgotten about blogging until recently, when our church got its own website. Then the thought came back to me and I felt that little urging in my spirit.
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                    And I quickly crushed it before it got too loud."I don’t have time to write a blog," I told myself. It’s hard enough finding enough time for studying and getting my weekly Sunday School lesson together. I work part time and I have my family to care for. I am on the Praise Team and have regular practices. I am on the Council and I am involved with the Ladies Ministry. When would I have time to write a blog?
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                    Then God showed me all the "I’s" in my self-talk. There was too much focus on "I" and "me", instead of on Him. If He has called us to do a work, He will equip us and He will make a way where there seems to be none.
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                    Pastor Craig talked about this in his message on Sunday (2/14/10). In 1 Kings 17, God sends Elijah to the widow in Zarephath, who is busy gathering wood in preparation of what she believes will be her last meal. She had no idea that God had already commanded that she would supply food for Elijah throughout the remainder of the drought. She was a reluctant and skeptical servant when she fetched some water and bread for the man of God. However, her obedience resulted in not only fulfilling her calling to be Elijah’s food supplier, but also in saving her and her son’s lives. (For this is what the LORD, the God of Israel, says: 'The jar of flour will not be used up and the jug of oil will not run dry until the day the LORD gives rain on the land.' 1 Kings 17:14)
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                    I don’t know what God has planned through this blog, but I know He has one. I believe that it will touch lives, not because I am a great writer, but because God wants to use it to fulfill His purpose. I pray that because I have put fear and self-doubt aside and written this first article, God will honor that and will provide the material for this blog each week. If He made the sun stand still for Joshua, I know He will help me find the time in my hectic schedule to get the job done. I hope you will check back each week and read this blog. Share it with friends and please share your comments with me.
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                    Here’s the unfortunately necessary disclaimer: The views expressed in this blog are that of the writer, and not necessarily Spirit Life Fellowship. So don’t call Pastor Craig and complain if you don’t like something I’ve written. Believe me, if I’ve written something not pleasing . . . I will hear about it! Feel free to let me know what you think.
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