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And the LORD answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make [it] plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.

Habakkuk 2:2

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On This Page

  • The Gardenias (New)
  • Double Negatives 
  • Salad Bar Christians
  • Misplaced Trust
  • The Problem with Expanding Visions 
  • What Current Carries You?

  • Too Much Of A Good Thing 

  • The Moral of the Story
  • Holy Moments - A Christmas Story 
  • People of Ceaseless Prayer 
  • I’ve Broken Them All
  • Backburner Stuff 
  • Without Wax
  • MUCH WAS GIVEN
  • Where Can We Go But To The Lord - Haley 
  • Teaching the Blind
  • The Art of Being Offended 
  • Secret Agent Christians 
  • A Dad's Place
  • What A Day That Will Be! 

 

A Song of Your Own

 

As is common here, when summer heat builds, we must rise before the sun in order to do our outside chores. This morning I was able to be outside just a little earlier than normal – about 4:45.  It was still dark, but the faint glow of morning was just beginning and so while I couldn’t see too clearly, I could tell if I was about to step on a snake so I set to work.  The task this morning was to water the far end of the garden – sweet potatoes and squash, tie another run on the tomatoes and dig all the onions in the raised bed near the kiwi.  As I began with the watering, filling buckets from a rain barrel and toting them back and forth, I was pondering and praying and I heard a sound that has become quite familiar of late. 

 

About three weeks ago, I was doing my normal 2:00 a.m. run to the potty when I heard an incredibly loud bird outside my bathroom window.  It was so loud that I immediately went out on the porch to see if I could determine what was making that bird raise such a ruckus.  We have MANY cats and they love to sneak attack birds so I felt sure this bird was fussing at one of them.  Perhaps the cat was about to reach a nest full of fledglings?  As I stepped outside and listened, I heard the most incredible repertoire of bird songs you can imagine.  One after another, in frantic succession, the notes changed and the tone increased until the bird and I seemed to reach a state of exhaustion just trying to keep up.   

 

Later that morning I told Paul about it.  In the evening just after supper, I heard the noise again.  Same fanatic, clamorous, exhausting string of songs coming from one bird.  Paul joined me outside as we tried to locate the source of the din.  And there it was – sitting in the dogwood tree just past our garage.  The pattern became easy to recognize; each type of song sung a couple of times and then switch.  Then that song sung a couple of times and then switch.  I have done a bit of research and found that these birds can do up to 50 different bird songs as well as mechanical noises.  They love to set themselves up as high as possible so that they can be heard over everything else and so they can be seen by all.  It is not uncommon for them to eat the fruit and vegetables in a garden right along with the insects.  One disturbing fact is that they will not only dive at animals that come into their territory, they will also dive at people.  Can you tell that I have been doing some study? 

 

As I carried those buckets of water this morning, sweat beginning to pour down my face even before the sun rose, I could hear this bird.  Some of the songs it sang were familiar and some were not.  The realization came to me that through time this bird had collected a new song from wherever life took it.  Now, there is no question that this creature was created by God and given this incredible ability to memorize songs and patterns.  The experts say that it has the highest capability of any bird for memorization.  What an amazing gift!  Their ability to mimic is excellent.  This bird is the Mockingbird.

 

In pondering all of this, my heart became a bit torn.  Was this ability a blessing or a curse?  Was it a benefit or a destructive force?  Again, I turned to those who have studied this creature.  Yes, in some ways, this bird was beneficial – it eats insects.  It is gifted singer.  It is doing what God has given it to do.  But in many ways it is destructive.  It will peck at fruit, berries, and vegetables – in many cases just taking one bite out and leaving the rest to rot on the vine or bush.  It desires to be the sole focus of those around so it will undermine other birds and will sing more loudly than any other in order to be heard.

So what to do?  Nothing, absolutely nothing!

 

God has given each of His children a path to walk – a song to sing, if you will.  He designed each of us to fulfill a purpose in life and only in that will we find peace, contentment and satisfaction.  We are all intended to become like Jesus Christ – to mirror Him to this world.  Each of us has a facet of that and in order to reveal the entirety of who Jesus is; we must each clearly show the facet given to us.  We must each sing our particular part of the melody.  This is when the glorious chorus of Praise to the Lord can begin.

 

What song are you singing?  Whose song? Is it the one that the Lord truly has given you or are you singing someone else’s?  I can use every cliché in the book to clarify the point of this, but it all boils down to one thing – Is the song your life sings one of uniqueness and simplicity given by the Holy Spirit pointing the way to our Dear Saviour or are you a mockingbird, perching above everyone else, exhausting everyone around you with your lofty singing which in fact brings no glory to you nor to Christ.   Do you have a story to match every story and a testimony to match every testimony?  Have you ever met someone who continually interrupts others because they have to share their knowledge and their experience?  Are you that person?  If so, I pray that you will remember the mockingbird. 

 

Yes, one should never kill a mockingbird. J  It seems as if all it wants to do is sing.  But in the final analysis who is it singing for?

 

Psalms 149:1 Praise ye the LORD. Sing unto the LORD a new song, and his praise in the congregation of saints. 

The Gardenias

 

Almost three years ago now, Paul and I decided that it was time to sell our home in Talladega and move to a more usable piece of land.  We had a fairly wide range of where to go and so it was a serious matter of prayer. Sometimes a lot of options do not make a choice easier.  One thing that I knew, however, was that I wanted to take divisions and cuttings from the many lovely plants that the Lord had blessed me with in Talladega.  If you have read our website much then you know how much I enjoy gardening.  I had spent 10 years cultivating the land the Lord had given us and with His blessing it was quite a lovely little corner of the world.

 

We began to prepare our home for sell and of course, that always means a lot of little repairs and re-painting, etc.  Right along with that, each day I cut, dug and potted one plant after another.  When we finally sold our home and moved I had over 100 pots of plants to take along.  They are all safely nested in their new home here in Clay County and I am thrilled to say that the Lord has blessed them and not one was lost. 

 

As Paul was leaving for work this morning and I was out on the porch saying good-bye, I glanced around the flower garden there to see if there had been any damage from the freezing temps we have had.  My eyes scanned the area and finally rested on the gardenia bushes that are now lining the porch.  There are 4 out there and they are all about 3 to 4 feet tall.  Just the uppermost tips of the branches have been burned a bit by the cold but the rest of the plant is lush and healthy.  Immediately the Holy Spirit pricked my heart and spoke to me about them. That is what I want to share with you.

 

I have always loved gardenia bushes.  They are not only incredible in scent and beauty when those velvety white blossoms burst into bloom, but the entire year they are an attractive plant in the garden.  The leaves are glossy and smooth and the shape and structure of the plant is truly pleasant to look at.  All of the gardenias I have planted here are from cuttings I took of one that was growing in our backyard in Talladega.  Haley gave me that gardenia bush for Mother’s Day many, many years ago and it had a nice spot to thrive in there.  It was one of the first plants I knew that I wanted to try to propagate so that it could come with us. 

 

In order to ensure that I would have at least one healthy shrub, I took about 10 cuttings and rooted them in pots.  It took one year before our home sold, so I had to baby all those cuttings through the four seasons of Alabama weather.  Watering, protecting from storms, freezing temperatures, and insect damage was a very time consuming endeavor, but the Lord blessed it and I ended up with four rooted and growing plants when we finally arrived at our new home.  We moved here in February and so we still had a couple of months of frosty days and nights so they continued to abide in their little pots.  Finally the time came and with prayer that the Lord would help them to grow, I planted them in the flower garden just along the porch where we spend many days and evenings rocking and talking. 

 

They were less than 6 inches tall last year when I set their tender roots in that rich loamy soil and today, as I said, they are over 3 feet tall.  We have had temperatures in the upper teens this fall and lest we forget, their first summer in this place we had an extreme drought.  But Lord willing, all signs indicate that come next year they will produce an abundance of white, snowy blooms with a fragrance straight from heaven. 

 

Each and every one of us, who accept the Lord Jesus Christ as our Saviour, begins a journey that will carry us with the ultimate goal of being like Christ Himself.  Our Father in heaven knows each and every step that it will take to get us to that place of perfection.  He has designed our walk for just that purpose.  For over 6,000 years He has given His Word and His promise that if we will do things His Way, then we shall prosper and be blessed. 

 

As the gardener in charge of this plant I had to make a decision to sever part of the plant from the main source of its existence. In one way it might have seemed a brutal move – to go in and cut that part away from its base – its apparent source of supply.  But again, as the gardener, I already had prepared a place to put that tender piece of possibility.  In the case of the gardenia, I had a pot ready with rich soil, in a protected and shady area with water that I had set out in advance so that there was nothing chemical or harsh that might damage the cutting.  Everything was in place before I went to do the cutting. 

 

Then each day I watched for signs of distress or danger.  Each morning I checked the weather, the temperatures, the wind – because I wanted this little stem to thrive and grow.  There was a vision in my heart and mind of what this tiny section of a branch would become someday.  But if I had not removed it from its base, then it could not have possibly grown to what it is now becoming.  It took quite awhile before there was any sign of rooting.  Of course, I could not pull it up every day and check the area under the surface of the soil.  It had to remain there, but with prayer and patience, one day a couple of months later I noticed a tiny leaf bud developing.  Half of the cuttings that I had taken developed the leaf buds at different times.  The ones that didn’t develop, I noticed that the stem began to turn dark and hard.  By the time I finally threw those away, the stems were as hard as stone and when I pulled them from the soil it was apparent that there was no root development at all.  I did have a couple that had begun developing some tiny rootlets, but those looked like dried thread when I pulled them out.  These were all cast into the compost bin to be allowed to finish rotting and through that process someday strengthen the soil for other plants.

 

Slowly but surely the cuttings that were alive began to grow taller and stronger and put on leaves.  There was no question that they were developing deep roots because it was visible above the soil in all the life that was growing.  Week by week and month by month they grew.  During the worst part of the drought, we were trying very hard to save water. Some days I actually used cold coffee to water the plants still in pots. In the heat, they would begin to wilt and look so pitiful but then a cool breeze would come and clouds would form in the sky.  The rain didn’t come but the humidity in the air would sometimes be enough to nourish the plants.  I covered the soil in the pots with woodchips or newspaper strips right after I watered them to act as a kind of mulch to keep the water from evaporating out of the soil too quickly.  All the work and effort has been rewarded now. 

 

The day finally came when I could set those little plants into the soil in the garden.  No longer would I check them every day and carefully measure water for them.  They had developed enough strength in their own systems to grow.  Yes, I would go outside following a storm or a frost just to make sure they had not been bitten too hard or destroyed.  But those roots have held strong.  They are still growing.  As I said before, I carefully chose where I wanted them to be and which other plants I wanted around them to enhance their value to me.

 

Now, let’s bring this back to what the Lord spoke to my heart.  He likened His children to those gardenias.  He is the gardener and we are the plant.  Because of the love He has for us and the vision that He has for our future, sometimes He determines that He must make a drastic change in our lives.  The catch is that we have a free will and unlike the plant, His children will argue about His decision.  They want to know all the details and then they want Him to do it their way.  Often times when He is preparing a certain path, the plant will tell the Master Gardener, “No, Lord! I don’t want to be moved.  I want to stay where I am.”  He might have to crush the end of the stem in order that it will take in more nutrients and develop roots better but His child will fight back and then say, “That is not of God!” 

 

There are some plants that must be lashed to a stake or stronger plant in order to keep them upright, but how often has a weaker child fought back against the elder when the parent has assigned them together to keep the weaker from being lost.  The weaker child then reviles the elder, “You are too stern.  You are not allowing me to be myself.  God made me the way I am!”  Yes, it happens quite often.  Do you know what I must do when a plant has grown in the wrong direction and becomes distorted and bent?  I have to cut it back severely and then stake it even more firmly to a stable force.  If I don’t, then the plant will be useless and must be removed all together or it will damage other plants around it.

 

There is much for us to learn from gardening.  Our Father God was the original gardener and works hand in hand with anyone who desires to grow things in His earth.  Without His guidance and mercy, we could produce nothing.  And as always this leads me back to the fruit of the plant.  As I said before, because of my care and planning for these gardenias they are placed in an area where their beauty and value will be a blessing to all who see them.  As they bloom, the scent will permeate the air where people are resting and relaxing.  The blooms themselves will be visible on all sides and will enrich the heart and soothe the mind.  If they could talk would they demand to be out in the vegetable garden or near the road way or over by the mighty oak tree?  Would they want to be where they wanted to be?  But how often do God’s children demand to be where they want to be and then force the issue.  It doesn’t usually take long to see the affects of stubbornness and pride in the lives of those people.  When you step out of the will of God – His will, not the one you decided was Him – the fruit begins to reveal itself.  Sickness, disease of body and mind, anger, greed, suspicion, weariness, gossip, bearing false witness against your neighbor, lack, confusion, doubt – I could go on and on, but as I said, the fruit becomes evident.  Time and again the children of Israel were shown the plan of God and time and again they went their own way.  They suffered tremendously as did their children but in their pride they refused to repent and submit.  Confusion and weariness ruled their lives. 

 

As a gardener, when I see a plant that is continually stressed and weak and not producing then I know there is something wrong with it.  Healthy plants do not wilt and decline.  Sometimes I must move them to another place.  Sometimes the problem is that there is a parasitic plant that has latched hold of them and is stealing the life from them.  It is the Master’s job to determine the best environment for that plant.  The feeding, watering and sometimes transplanting and/or pruning must be done.  But remember, a plant and an obedient child do not try to force their will – they humbly submit. 

 

If you are not prospering in your spiritual walk with the Lord – if you have become confused, weak, weary and unproductive – then it is time for you to allow the Lord to do what is necessary to bring you back to healthy and right standing with Him.  It is time for you to stop rebelling and begin obeying.  Have you aligned yourself with others who are bringing you down?  Do you find yourself locked in conversations with them that are filled with complaining, defeat and gossip? This is proof positive that your heart has been turned from truth.  Satan is very cunning and he knows how to deceive even the very elect, but when a child of God is truly humble and seeking His Will, then He will reveal it.  He is not the author of confusion, so if you are in confusion then you are not in His Will.

 

One last thing that the Lord reminded me this morning was about man-made fertilizer.  Not one drop of chemical fertilizer has touched these plants.  Everything here has been grown with natural methods.  He showed me that the world’s system is like chemical fertilizer.  People get really excited and put their trust in new jobs, money and benefits of the system, but in fact they are pouring a false faith into their hearts.  It might seem great for awhile, but the destruction that it brings is sure and swift.  It has been a focus of much prayer and discussion for Paul and me lately.  We see people who think that if they can just get that new job, then everything will be right.  If they can just sell that house, then everything will be right.  No!  Your faith should not stand in the wisdom of man!!!!!!  A new job and nice fat paycheck will not bring you happiness – it will only send your heart further away from trusting God.  Yes, a man should work!!!!  But that job can be gone in a moment.  Only through daily obedience and diligence to stay in His will and in His Word will you find what you need.  Please, please, please examine and see what the Lord wants you to do.  Don’t align yourself with rebellion and strife – they will only bring death. 

 

My heart is so broken today for those who are so firmly and determinedly walking right into darkness.  The devil truly enjoys deceiving God’s children and with pride and arrogance he then parades their disobedience before the Lord to mock Him. Much was given for our peace and salvation.  Do not allow sin in your heart and pride to waste what was given for your peace.  Allow the Master Gardener to do as He wills in your life. 

Double Negatives

 

I am imagining that when you read the title of this article you thought perhaps that it was information on some type of grammar.  Our family has never been known for its perfect grammar and really I suppose I am fine with that. J  Nope, nothing to do with grammar – everything to do with attitude.  As a parent I think I have used the word attitude more times than I ever thought possible.  A word that didn’t seem so important to me when I was growing up – although I do remember my mother commenting on it regularly and it was always predicated with the word “bad”.   Sound familiar?

 

This little article is about negative attitudes and the negative outlook that accompanies it.  We have all heard the phrase “do you see the glass half full or half empty” right?  This is referring to an optimistic or pessimistic personality. I realized the other day – not for the first time, but it was a very enlightening moment – that a negative attitude is highly contagious.  Have you ever noticed that?  Happiness and joy aren’t always contagious but a bad attitude and negativity are usually spread like wildfire.  I am not just talking about a person with a sour spirit but I am talking about comments that are made that seem to just make little stabs at one’s mind and spirit. 

 

Every person on this planet has had tragedy and trauma hit their life at one time or another.  We all have a story to tell that expresses our suffering to some degree.  Granted some of the stories are horrendous and had a person the desire they could make a fortune writing it down in a novel.  But suffice it to say that we all have at least one moment in time that we would love to forget.  Because of the nature of this life – sin, sorrow, pain and suffering – we can all easily point out the negative aspects of anything.  I see a precious little kitten – beautiful calico with big green eyes – soft and fluffy, so sweet!  Yes, it is walking beside the busy highway and I can see the probability that the little kitten is going to get flattened by a transfer truck but why do I have to point this out to everyone in the car including the little 4 yr old riding with me.  “Oh, what a cute little kitten.  Hope he doesn’t get smashed!” and Yes, there is a young woman shopping in the grocery store.  She is gaunt and pale and is holding a little baby on her hip.  Her hair hasn’t been washed in a week; there are dark circles under her eyes and the baby is crying.  “My goodness, she must be on drugs.  Someone needs to get that baby away from that girl.” or Perhaps this young mother has had the flu, the father is working two shifts and there is no one to keep the baby for her while she shops.  Is it possible that this is an opportunity for us to reach out and help?  But yet how many times I have heard folks offer the most negative and ugly opinions without even thinking. 

 

Those are two slight examples but hopefully you are getting the picture that I am trying to paint here.  Lately my heart has been so grieved as I have begun to notice more and more, not just someone on the street but Christians as well making the most negative and despair-filled statements with no thought of the omnipotent power of a loving God.  We know of a family that regularly and without any thought assume verbally that anytime they see a man in a light colored pastel shirt that he is gay.  There are folks that when they hear of someone having a medical test performed automatically comment, “Oh, well, you know that is not something that can be cured.  I knew they were looking bad and there’s no doubt they have it!” -Whatever “IT” might be.  And consider a family that is struggling financially, have you ever heard or said, “We just knew they were blowing money right and left and now they are gonna have to pay the piper!”  I heard that one just the other day.  L

 

This is not going to be a very long article because the truth is that this needs very little expounding on.  In the book of

James 1:26 we find “If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain.”  James 3: 5-8 says “Even so the tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth! And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell. For every kind of beasts, and of birds, and of serpents, and of things in the sea, is tamed, and hath been tamed of mankind: But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.”

How true these words are!  We can DESTROY with just a few simple words.  We can remove the last shred of hope with a few words.  We can bring about total despair with just a sentence.  We can set someone on a downward spiral to complete darkness by one evil response.  Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me – WHAT A LIE!

 

In trying to understand the reasoning behind this determination to “be real” I have asked the Lord to help me see why some folks are determined to bring out the bad.  What is it that causes folks to make sure everyone around them knows the worst case scenario in every situation?  Why must they constantly be pointing out every negative?  Honestly, I don’t know.  I have prayed and prayed for some insight.  This article has been on my desktop for 5 days as I have prayed and pondered this and I have yet to come to any solid conclusion.  I do know that the majority of people truly do want to help others.  They want to offer some information or service that will be useful, but sadly they don’t realize that their words are powerful.  As shown in the scriptures above – our tongue, our words are powerful and even our body language is powerful.  There is no doubt that a sigh or a smirk of the mouth can cause people to stop in their tracks.  A mother can halt a child with one glance.  Amazing isn’t it?! 

 

One thing I have noticed is that many times a person who is given to this habit of negativity is usually quick to respond to things. 

They tend to not only offer the dark cloud but they also seem to linger to instruct in what they think should be done.  Again, I have to believe that their desire is not to harm or condemn, but in someway they feel as if they are helping.  We must assume that their heart is right but their method is incorrect.  I know with my own children becoming adults I have caught myself doing this as well.  But it is not good and must be overcome.  This perhaps is another side of the coin.  Do we regard others as if they are ignorant children and we are the adults who know better and therefore must point out all the pitfalls? 

 

I want to close this article with scripture, but allow me to ask you now to examine yourself carefully.  I am not writing this to the unsaved but to the born again. We are to take on the mind of Christ when we become born again.  He spoke the truth in love and never short changed it but he was never negative nor oppressive in His Words.  His Words were truth, but His yoke was/is easy and His burden light.  This is what we must attain to in our conversation and countenance.  Let’s strive to speak the truth with love and the promise of hope.  If we do this then we will never bring someone to despair.

 

When words are many, transgression is not lacking, but whoever restrains his lips is prudent. (Proverbs 10:19)

 

The heart of the righteous ponders how to answer, but the mouth of the wicked pours out evil things. (Proverbs 15:28)

 

Whoever restrains his words has knowledge, and he who has a cool spirit is a man of understanding. Even a fool who keeps silent is considered wise; when he closes his lips, he is deemed intelligent. (Proverbs 17: 27 -28)

 

Do you see a man who is hasty in his words? There is more hope for a fool than for him. (Proverbs 29:20)

 

There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing. (Proverbs 12:18)

 

A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.... A gentle tongue is a tree of life, but perverseness in it breaks the spirit. (Proverbs 15:1, 4)

 

 

Salad Bar Christianity

 

This morning as the first moments of awareness were creeping into my brain I had a phrase flash across my thoughts – “Salad Bar Christianity”.  I lay there pondering on this and allowed the Holy Spirit to bathe my heart with understanding of what this meant. 

 

The Salad Bar came into our lives back in the late1960’s in restaurants.  The concept was simple – everything you could possibly want on a salad was laid out in individual bowls on a table and you chose which items you wanted and how much you wanted.  There were even new inventions developed to protect the foods on the salad bar – the ever popular “sneeze guard”! J Today everyone is familiar with the salad bar concept and it has even grown to now include hot foods, soups and desserts. Here in our area there is a restaurant that touts having 7 bars of food!  Amazing, isn’t it?! J

 

It is a grievous thing to realize that so many modern Christians have relegated their walk with the Lord to a salad bar mentality.  They have decided that the Holy Scriptures of God are the menu items and they pick and choose which items are pertinent for their spiritual appetite.  There are the basic items that we always have: Sin, Crucifixion, Resurrection of Christ, and Heaven – oh, yes, no one has a problem with adding Heaven to their plate. Some of the items are fresh and enticing: Prosperity and Freedom in the Lord are very popular and must be kept fresh and refilled at all times. These are the ones that everyone wants to add to their line-up. 

 

But it is the older items that seem to be left behind to become stale and not so appetizing anymore, such as: sacrifice, dying to the flesh and serving others without the newspaper covering it. How often I open a newspaper and see a church here or a youth group there who are giving out food in a poor neighborhood or going to the nursing home to sing Christmas carols.  It always makes me wonder why this was needed to be publicized.  Does the scripture not tell us- “Take heed that you do not do your charitable deeds before men, to be seen by them. Otherwise you have no reward from your Father in heaven.  Therefore, when you do a charitable deed, do not sound a trumpet before you as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory from men. Assuredly, I say to you, they have their reward.  But when you do a charitable deed, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing,  that your charitable deed may be in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will Himself reward you openly.” Matthew 6:1-4

 

It is so important that we recognize and understand and accept that the Holy Word of God is not a pick and choose prospect.  We live under the New Covenant which was established through the sacrificed Blood of Jesus Christ.  The Old Covenant was an example and shadow of what was to come in the New.  We cannot throw it all out and say it is not pertinent to us, but we must examine it closely in relation to the Light that we have received by Christ.  Much of the daily walk is clearly spoken in the Old Covenant and it is a valuable resource for us. 

 

As I type this out I have to go back repeatedly and read what the Lord is having me type.  This happens often when I am writing articles because, I believe, the Holy Spirit is guiding my fingers more than my brain is.  That is what I want because anything that I may choose to write would be useless and unimportant.  It would be tainted by my personal opinions and therefore polluted.  Many people have trouble believing that the Holy Scriptures were not tainted by the writers.  How many times I have heard it preached that the Apostle Paul wrote not by inspiration of God but through his own opinions. 

 

When we begin to assume that the Holy Scriptures were not completely and totally the inspired Word of God and perhaps some human reasoning was added in with the words then we also begin to allow disrespect and compromise to enter into our accepting it.  That is the point where we allow ourselves to throw out the portions that we do not like and make us uncomfortable.  God forgive us!  Just because you think that a scripture is not “for today” doesn’t mean that you are right.  Ignoring the truth and self-imposed blindness are not going to stand up before a Just God.

 

The Word of God is alive.  Why is it that we keep adding in cultural importance to determine the validity of the Scriptures?  Do you think the Lord Himself did not realize that it would be read by people thousands of years after Christ?  Do you think that He is not a big enough God to make His points clear to those who didn’t live “way back then”?  Ridiculous!  He knew the culture of each human on this earth then, now and in all time to come.  He knew that modern society would call us to a more and more ungodly lifestyle.  He knew “way back then” how we “now-a-days” would think, feel and assume.  HE IS, WAS AND ALWAYS WILL BE AN OMNISCIENT GOD!  All-knowing, All-seeing, All-powerful.  I want to add in huge flaming letters – GET REAL!!! 

 

There must come a point in time where we face the truth and say – God is God and His Word is TRUTH!!!  You cannot pick and choose what you like and add it to your plate and then pour the dressing of “God is Love” all over the top to cover the error.  Yes, God is Love – but Love doesn’t allow sin.  It doesn’t close its eyes to compromise.  It doesn’t say – “Oh, Honey, that’s okay.  I know this part is hard so I am not going to make you do this part!”  Again I say, GET REAL!

 

I want to encourage all to seek the Lord about those areas that they may be skipping over.  All concepts in the Word of God are “. . . given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness:” 2 Tim 3:16

 

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

John 1:1

 

By the word of the Lord were the heavens made; and all the host of them by the breath of his mouth. ...For he spake, and it was done; he commanded, and it stood fast.

Ps 33:6, 9

 

Through faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God.

Heb 11:3

 

Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away.

Matthew 24:35

 

For the word of the LORD is right; and all his works are done in truth.

Psalms 33:4  

 

Then said Jesus to those Jews which believed on him, If ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed; And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free. John 8:31-32  

 

Knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any private interpretation.  For the prophecy came not in old time by the will of man: but holy men of God spake as they were moved by the Holy Ghost.  2 Peter 1:20  

 

For this cause also thank we God without ceasing, because, when ye received the word of God which ye heard of us, ye received it not as the word of men, but as it is in truth, the word of God, which effectually worketh also in you that believe.  1 Thessalonians 2:13  

 

Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them that put their trust in him. 

Proverbs 30:5  

 

Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee.  Psalms 119:11

 

I will delight myself in thy statutes: I will not forget thy word.   Psalms 119:16 

 

Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever. 1 Peter 1:23  

Misplaced Trust

 Today was a beautiful day!  It got a little warmer than I would have liked for the last day of September but last night was very cool indeed.  So when I awoke this morning and went outside with my cup of coffee – I could hear Olivia’s voice in my mind “Momma, this would be a good day for Chili!”  Indeed it was.  We love a big pot of chili when the weather turns cool and Olivia is a Chili fanatic.

 

About 10:00 I got the dried beans rinsed and started them in a pot to begin the 3 to 4 hours of simmering that they required.  It was a busy day and we accomplished many things.  The Lord blessed us by prospering the work of our hands and many things on our “To Do” list were accomplished.  Finally about 4:00 I had finished putting all the ingredients in with the beans and we had a beautiful pot of Chili ready for supper.  I decided that I wanted to move the pot to another eye on the stove so that I could wipe it down where little spots had dripped out.  It was incredibly hot and so I took two heavy duty pot holders – one on each handle and lifted it gently to the next eye. 

 

As I was setting the chili down I heard in my spirit “You certainly have a lot of trust in those handles!” If you have done any reading on our website you have learned by now that the Lord deals with me in very simple ways because that is the way my little brain can take it in.  So when I heard this statement spoken to my heart I had to stop for a moment.  I stood there staring at the bubbling mass on my stove and realized that had just one handle broken, had my hand slipped, had the pot holder not been at just the right spot – had everything not have been just so, I could have been seriously and permanently injured and in horrendous pain.  I have had many burns while working in the kitchen.  To this day I have scars on my hands and arms that bear the mark of past accidents, but this time I knew that the Lord was revealing to me something that I take for granted.  It is in Him that I must keep my trust.

 

How often do we place our trust in things that cannot- will not protect us?  There was a time in my life that payday was where I put my trust.  There was a time in my life when doctors were where I put my trust. There was a time in my life where my family was where I put my trust. Oh, how I think back now to all of the people, places and circumstances that have been my hope.  My faith was in them and I just hoped against hope that they would not let me down.  How sad!  How truly sad!

 

There is nothing in this world that is worthy of our trust.  No human, no amount of money, no circumstance, no place, no machine, no object, no church that can be worthy of our faith.  Recently a friend made a comment about how people have more trust in doctors and medicines than in the herbal remedies that the Lord has given us.  Another friend replied – “My faith is in the Lord not in any medicine or herb.”  Amen!

 

The world is so obviously trusting in its own strength.  Armies are built and equipped against any threat.  World wide organizations prepare for famine and environmental disasters constantly.  I think of those precious souls in New Orleans that put their faith in levees and mayors and national guardsmen.  And today I put my trust in handles on a cooking pot. Yes, that is a ridiculous comparison but is it not true?

 

There is nothing of this world that is worthy of our trust, except our precious Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  Our Father God is the only surety that we have and everything that touches us – everything – is under His eye and His power.  He is a loving Father, but a just Father.  He is not a Santa Claus or an Easter Bunny.  He is not a giant with a lightening bolt gleeful at the thought of torturing those who make a mistake.  He has set His Word and established the path for His Children and He has also clearly stated the end of those who will not trust Him. 

 

If you are a born again Christian and have devoted every breath of your life to the Lord Jesus Christ then I encourage you to ask yourself, honestly, is there anything or anyone that has become your place of trust besides the Lord.  Our God is a jealous God and He will have nothing taking His place.  As you go through your day today and tomorrow, submit yourself to Him and examine those things that have priority in your life.  Make yourself observant to where your faith truly is leaning.

 

If you are not born again and live your life according to the whims and leadings of your own desires and motives, then allow me to boldly and firmly state that your future is clear.  You have a guarantee from the Creator of the Universe that you will not reap a reward of eternal glory.  The lack of peace that you suffer now is nothing compared to the torment of separation from God for all eternity. 

 

We must all examine ourselves to determine the truth.  Have you misplaced your trust?  Make it right – NOW! When the moment of accountability comes He will not regard any excuse. This night your life may be required of you.

The Problem with Expanding Visions

  It’s been a while since I wrote a new article and I apologize. It’s not that the Lord has stopped giving them. It’s just that I neglect to spend the time and write them down. This particular one has been around for a year or so, simmering in my spirit.

  I’m going to talk about visions. It seems that everyone has a vision these days. I’m not particularly talking about dreams and angels floating through your bedroom. The visions that I’m writing of are the ones that people or groups set as goals to accomplish.

   Given my almost fifty years of walking this life, I have accumulated a small amount of wisdom. It seems that most of it has come from my dumb mistakes and the more dumb ones seem to produce more wisdom. But as the Scripture says, if we’ll ask He will give it.

     Two observations that I’ve made on visions are: firstly, visions are good for people and secondly, people tend to expand them. What I’m talking about is this. Let’s suppose that a church gets a vision for a new building. Their present one seats around one hundred people and it is full most of the time. Everyone begins to pray, at the pastor’s request, and seek God on what to do. Generally, a decision is made to build a new building and make room for the church to grow. Up until this point the church is seeking God and asking particulars like “how many people do we want it to hold” and “how much money are we going to spend”.

      Let’s suppose that the number two hundred is arrived at and $250,000 will be spent. The funding begins and building permits are acquired. And then it happens - the expanding vision. As money begins to come in, some get the notion that they can do “more” than that. It might be a larger sanctuary or an additional room. Perhaps they decide to build a parking deck or some other building that was not in the original vision. Without fail, they will always make a mistake.

     In my years, I have seen people go beyond what the Lord has shown them, possibly believing the old adage that “if some is good, more is better”. They always do things that are not sanctioned by God when they do this.

A few years ago our family read “The Plain Reader” by Scott Savage. We read night after night and discovered that he had set a goal for his magazine “Plain” to get publication up to a certain number. When he reached that goal, he stopped. The demand for the magazine was high and mind you, he could have hired more employees, bought more equipment and invested more money to continue his business. But wisely, that was not his goal. Another story was of some Amish dairymen who had an opportunity to expand and get really big commercially with their operation. They chose to remain where they were as it was the original vision. They did very well.

A failing logic of humanity is “Success breeds success”.  We hear this all the time.  I say that it is false because it is not consistently accurate.  When the Lord places a vision upon our hearts, He does so with a specific purpose in mind.  He has a work for us to do and He has provided, in the spirit, all that we need to do accomplish that vision.  So as we step out in faith to follow the vision and do the work we begin to see it succeed.  Why?   Because it was planned and orchestrated by Almighty God.  It must succeed.  And then we add in our part. As I said before “if some is good, more is better”.

We see this repeatedly in scripture – Isaac was the vision, Ishmael was the human addition.  Almighty God as Lord and King was the vision, Saul was the human addition.  A sling and stones was the vision, armor and weaponry was the human addition.  To wash Peter’s feet was the Lord’s desire, Peter’s head and hands also was the human addition.  The point is that the human addition is sin and it is where disaster always strikes. 

   If we truly have a vision of something to accomplish and we feel in our hearts that we’ve heard from the Lord, we should remain at that even if we reach it quickly. The Lord knows the future and what we can and cannot do. He knows when enough is enough. We should really listen to what the Spirit has said to us when we have asked for the answer. The answer will not change!

What Current Carries You?

 

But none of these things move me, neither count I my life dear unto myself, so that I might finish my course with joy, and the ministry, which I have received of the Lord Jesus, to testify the gospel of the grace of God.  Acts 20:24

 

First of all I want to say that it strikes me funny the ways that God finds to reveal something to my heart. Let me explain….

 

This afternoon, when we had all finished dinner, I went out to the deck and jumped in the pool. It’s a small, round, above ground pool that we bought several years ago. It’s only about 4 feet deep but it is a welcome relief after a long and hot Alabama summer day.

I love to swim, but you can’t really swim straight in a round pool with a diameter of about 16 feet! So the alternative is to just swim in circles along the sides, but this does cause a side affect. After doing that for any length of time, it starts to build a strong current in the direction you’re swimming.

 

So I started swimming. Round and round I went in the direction I had chosen until I had built a current up without even noticing. I guess I must have just been lost in thought because I did not realize that I wasn’t even swimming any more! The current that I had created around me while swimming, was now actually carrying me around the pool on the path I had begun. (Do you see where I am going yet? Okay stay with me…)

 

When I realized the strength of this growing current I had created, I decided it was time to make a change.  The first thing that you would think to do would be to turn and go the other way, right? So I turned and began to swim in the opposite direction. I tried to swim and push through, but that current was so strong that I was swept back and hit the ladder behind me!  (Did I ever feel silly! It’s only 4 feet deep!)

Okay now to the point on this article, and this is what I mean about the way God chooses to show me things.

 

As I sat up on the ladder waiting for the current to die a little and my back to stop hurting from that collision with the ladder, He revealed to my heart that we build currents like this in our lives. Every life functions in a current that we create. As Christians, however, we are to strive in the direction of holiness and Godliness. When we first begin our personal walk with the Lord, our “currents” are very weak but they grow stronger and stronger as we grow in our faith and understanding. Then, just as my current did for me, when we go through times that we are weak and need rest, if our currents are strong enough, that force of faith and spiritual strength will carry us through. If we do not strive and build that strength in our selves, we will never find rest. Our lives will be a constant struggle because we never spent the time to create a substantial “current”.

 

On the other hand, the world “swims” towards whatever is pleasing and will satisfy their fleshly wants. This current, however, is built up of sin and the feeding of the flesh. The more sin and evil that you consume, the stronger it grows. The difference is in who we build and create our currents in. As followers of Christ, we build on Our Heavenly Father and allow him to have complete control of our lives. But when we build on sin and our own understanding, when that current grows so fierce and strong, it literally drags us on until we are swept under and consumed.

 

We do have a chance to escape this fate though. But even with every ounce of strength that you possess, it is not enough to break past that force that your past created.

Only by accepting the grace that God bestows and the hand which He offers to truly repentant hearts, will you ever be able to be free from the old current and create the new.

 

We must ask ourselves... which current carries us? Is your life built on the desires of your flesh? Or is God in control of the direction your swimming?

 

But let judgment run down as waters, and righteousness as a mighty stream.. Amos 5:24

 

But the wicked [are] like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt. Isaiah 57:20

                               

...Sarah

Too Much Of A Good Thing

(This story was written last fall.)

      As many of my stories say, we hear the voice of God through our farm activities. It’s as if He intended us to till the soil so that we could fully understand. If we look back to Genesis and the fall of man, we will see an amazing statement from the Lord. In chapter 3 verse 17 He stated a curse toward man. The curse was that the ground would bring forth thorns and thistles and that we would work it in sorrow.

    But what I looked at was the statement “for your sake”. Think about someone doing something for your sake! I have looked through the Word and compared that phrase “your sake”. It always means for someone’s final outcome to be favorable. It’s never a punishment but rather a discipline!

   Well, getting back to my story, Angie and I have had some garden problems of late that God has really taught us with. Over the last month we’ve had a tremendous amount of rain. There were two hurricanes that came in the Gulf and right up through our area. During that time it was so wet we couldn’t get in the garden to work it. So last weekend we finally got down there and dealt with the mess. The grass was waist deep between the rows. The tomatoes had died back from viruses that the constant moisture had brought. An entire row of sunflowers were lost.

    After we’d been there about an hour, Angie said, “You know, this is all a result of too much blessing.” “How’s that?” I asked. “Well, the rain and sunshine were blessings from God that we’d prayed for. Only the garden had received too much!” Once again, a sermon was preached on our farm.

   We both began to discuss people’s lives as examples to see if the thought was true. We talked of children who had received all good things and never had time for the tilling in their lives. As we went through these examples, we both realized that all good with no cost makes us all overgrown gardens. Just think of examples of people that you know! Perhaps you, yourself?

   If we get nothing but the finest food, snacks and drink nothing but the best fluids for our bodies and yet never have exercise, we will end up in poor health. A garden that receives the best fertilizer and soil and gets plenty of rain and sunshine will be overgrown with weeds.

   I found an interesting scripture the other day in the Old Testament. It says that the Lord would only allow Israel to overcome the enemy little by little or else the wild animals would overtake them. Ex 23:29-30 -Wow! That’s amazing, isn’t it? In fact, God’s Word is full of examples of taking little and working with it slowly.

   We live in an instant society. It’s microwave cooking, electric toothbrushes, power tools, fast cars and food. Folks want quick money, fast weight loss, and instant success. No one wants to work and be patient anymore. That is God’s way. His way is slow and perfect.  We are impatient by nature. God is trying to tell us something here.

    So don’t let your garden get out of control. Work the soil, whatever it is. Don’t worry if the blessings aren’t as numerous as you’d like. Our Lord gives good gifts to His children, and in the right amounts. It’s for your sake!

The Moral of the Story

     I’d like to tell you a little story. It is not unlike one of those that your mother read to you when you were young. Just like her, I’m going to tell you that it has a moral.

    There once was a war going on between two armies. It was fierce and had lasted for many, many years. It was not likely that this war would end anytime soon. Both sides were trenched in to stay whatever time it took to be victorious. Both sides had determined to win at any cost.

The soldiers on each side were highly trained and amply supplied. They were provided with equipment and ammunition to do what soldiers must do to win. Their training provided them the knowledge to stay alive and to succeed in their duty. They were also equipped with special body armor to keep the enemy from penetrating and mortally wounding them. Each knew who the enemy was. At least they had been trained in boot camp and given a special manual to identify them. But that is where the problem began.

  It seems that one of the two armies began to have difficulty in determining just who the bad guy was. The problem was quickly seen by the commanding officers as a tremendous weapon of the other side. It had reached critical stages by the time that it had been diagnosed. A special task force was formed to see what must be done in defense. It was even given a code name to represent the problem. It was called PRIDE.

   You see, the soldiers of one army had been given everything that they needed to recognize the enemy and his tactics. But this tactic of the enemy kept blinding every soldier it touched. It was one of the most effective secret weapons of the other side. And it could strike at any second after lying dormant for years.

  The problem was documented again and again for years without decline. In one case study, two soldiers were passing through a mine field. One of the two had let up his guard and had felt he had mastered the mine detector that he held. One day, his comrade noticed that he was walking directly onto a mine. He had clearly spotted it as he had actually been hit himself in the same spot some time back. He called out to his friend and warned him of impending disaster. Immediately, the enemy’s weapon was launched and the second soldier was hit with it. He replied back that he didn’t need any help locating these mines. He was, after all, an expert with a mine locator and was doing just fine passing through the course that he had chosen. He had successfully passed through for many years in this mine field.

   But it was too late. The enemy had not only succeeded in blinding the soldier with the secret weapon. He had a carefully placed mine that was, just as predicted by his friend, in his path. The impact of the two weapons, used in a one-two punch was devastating.

 In another story that was documented repeatedly, soldiers began to shoot each other in the back after the secret weapon was launched. It seems that they had decided that a soldier that had fallen must surely be the enemy. In their minds, true soldiers would surely never fall on the battlefield. To their eyes, a fallen soldier must surely be a double agent and working for the other side. It was even noted that actual squads formed to hunt out this kind. A sort of witch-hunt went on, contrary to the Commanding Officer. This blinding of their eyes seemed to be one symptom that the enemy’s weapon had done it’s work.

   But it was not the only way that the weapon worked. It also blinded the minds of the soldiers. In a final category of documentation, there was the confusion as to exactly what the mission was in this war. After all, it had started so many decades ago that the ultimate objective was somehow lost. Soldiers began to start thinking of their jobs as a profession and that the enemy was actually good in the sense that he kept their business going. Instead of helping their brothers in arms do better on the battlefield, they saw them as competition and actually took the enemies side. They used every means necessary to talk about them including two way radios, email and other forms of modern communication.

   The logic was that if you made others look smaller it would make you look larger, thus increasing your firepower in this war. This seemed to be a weapon of the good side but was in fact a scheme of the enemy to let his opponent dispense his weapon, saving him the trouble. It seemed that once it started in this way, it was very hard to stop. This form of it affected many more soldiers with a single strike so it was much more efficient for the enemy to use. It was a lot like a hot potato that was thrown into a foxhole. No one threw it out. They just kept passing it around.

   “There must be some way to stop this”, said the Captain. “It seems to penetrate every form of defense we have. Why, the soldiers actually allow it to come into their camps and share it like it’s something that is good.” But the only way found to defend against it was already documented in the Manual given at boot camp.

  Now, you’ve probably read this far and have seen exactly what is going on. We have an enemy who uses wily methods and schemes like a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour. We have been given what we need to identify pride, which is the secret weapon in the story. But what you may not have seen is that it has worked on all of us to blind us to problems.

   Who among us has not been given a cautious warning from a friend, only to get our feathers ruffled and mad at the insinuation? How dare they? Even if the message was given in total love, it can be received in a prideful heart. This is also awkward to be in the messenger’s role. There is nothing more frustrating than being misunderstood. But I’ve been there, and keeping silent would have only been sin for me. Ezekiel 3:17-21

What we often don’t realize is that those who truly love us often have the best insight to see deeper problems in our lives. We attack back and since we know them equally well, we feel the need to counterattack with their “sins”. After all, they are just hypocrites to show you your problems when they have their own, aren’t they? If we are wise we will see that our true friends are the best observers to “watch our backs”. In fact, I think that the Lord meant for it to be that way. It’s called accountability. In Proverbs 27:6 it says that a friend’s wounds are faithful whereas an enemy’s kisses are deceitful.

   The other way pride works is that we begin to believe that we are no longer sinful and in need of a Savior. We have been mature for so many years that we have forgotten that we still fall. We are professional soldiers. In doing so, we will surely fall every time. Proverbs 16:18–we will miss seeing the forest because of all the trees that are in the way.

And finally, we see pride in the gossip that is passed around. I mean, isn’t that really pride? Often the “prayer chain” is the most powerful method to pass around a little gossip inside the church. Instead of going to the Father with the problem, we go to someone who turns out to be the greatest talebearer of the county. It’s like a wildfire out of control. Then it is too late. Be careful who you share problems with.

  Yes, pride is a blinding thing. Often we don’t see that it is in us until we have felt its sting. We are on the same side, my Brother. None of us will make it alone. We need each other, you and I. You watch my back and I’ll watch yours! No one fights alone.

 

In Christ -  Paul

          I’ve Broken Them All

    I had an interesting discussion with a gentleman years ago that I was recently reminded of. It seems that there is a group of folks that are pushing the Ten Commandments to be continued in the public eye. They are the basis for everything that we know in American government. God’s law is the foundation for our Christian nation.

    And yet, there are folks who think that they’ve somehow kept them. Well, I haven’t! In fact, I’ve broken them all. Yes, you heard it here! I have broken all 10 of God’s commandments. That was how my discussion went with the above person. He stated that he might not be a great person but he knew that he wouldn’t go to Hell because he’d never broken the Ten Commandments.

   To be honest with you, I was shocked at such a statement! I replied that I had broken them all. He asked me why I thought that, and I explained it this way.

   James tells us in chapter 2 verse 10 that whoever breaks even one point of the law is guilty of all. That means all ten must be met. Then we find that Paul says in Galatians 3:24 that the Law was our schoolmaster to bring us unto Christ that we might be justified by faith. So the law is good in making us aware of right and wrong. A lot of people don’t like obeying speed limits but they are there for everyone’s safety and good.

Jesus said that He didn’t come to do away with the law but to fulfill it Matthew 5:17. So we know that God’s law is still applicable.

Getting back to my statement of breaking all ten, my discussion turned with the aforementioned gentleman and he asked me “But how have you broken them all? Surely you didn’t murder someone, right?” This is the way that I explained it to him.

1)     Thou shalt have no other gods before Me… I have put other gods before the Lord. I have put emphasis on material things and even people and worshipped them. I gave time and money to my gods.

2)     Thou shalt not make a graven image… I have made lots of these. Many of the things that I have created were given more emphasis than I did for the Lord.

3)     Thou shalt not take the Name of the Lord your God in vain. Even though I’ve never been in the habit of swearing and using God’s Name as a swear word, I have taken His Name in vain. I took His Name when I asked the Lord to come into my heart 30 years ago. Since then, I have not always lived up to or acted like the Christian that I was supposed to be. Therefore, I took His Name in vain every time.

4)     Remember the Sabbath to keep it holy… I have not kept the Sabbath lots of times in my life. I remember a time when I went for weeks without resting and focusing on My Lord for weeks at a time. It is one of the hardest things to do for a workaholic.

5)     Honor your father and mother… When I think about the times that I shamed my parents, I cringe. All the times that I should have honored them with my presence and didn’t are now coming back to me.

6)     Thou shalt not kill…. Jesus said that if we hold hatred in our hearts towards others that we’ve already committed murder- Matthew 5:21-22.  Many times in my life I have committed murder in my heart.

7)     Thou shalt not commit adultery… That’s right, I’m guilty. Jesus said that even looking on a woman to lust after her is already guilty.

8)     Thou shalt not steal…I’ve taken material possessions that weren’t mine and I’ve even stolen time away from my family for hobbies that weren’t worth my time… guilty!

9)     Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor… yep, you’ve got it. I’m guilty of gossip and lies about those around me. I’m trying to learn to keep my big mouth shut…

10)Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s possessions…Oh, Yeah. I’m sorry to disappoint you but even a plain, non-materialistic Christian has a battle with coveting. Even though I don’t desire the flashier stuff of this world, I still covet tools, land and other items that someone else owns and at times wish that I had them.

    You see, I’m guilty of them all. Every time someone accuses someone else of breaking the “Big Ten” they are right! I think you might even agree that you’re not innocent either! The truth is we’re all guilty. We’ve been caught!

    So what is a person to do? If we’ve broken God’s laws, how can we ever pay the fine? When I looked it up to see what it would cost me, I realized that I didn’t have enough in my bank account to cover it! Romans 6:23-

    Jesus said that we have to repent -Mark 1:14-15- That means to turn around and go the other way. Where a person has made decisions to break God’s law in the past, they must now live differently. If we’ve been truly Born-Again we have the Spirit of God living in us and we feel guilty for breaking the laws. If we do break them after that, the Holy Spirit disciplines us and we won’t have peace until we are sorry and ask for forgiveness.

     You can’t have life without pain. Remember, dead people feel no pain! That’s why they can sin and not feel like it’s wrong. Those that are alive in Christ will have the law written on their hearts Jeremiah 31:33 and32:40

    So to finalize, we are all guilty! We have only one advocate with the Father, through the Son, Christ Jesus. Aren’t you glad that he paid the cost? Turn from your ways and sin no more!

Without Wax

      As we were having our Bible study today in our local church, I was reminded of something. Our teacher, Joey Nabors, was going over some attributes of prayer. When he got to sincerity, I remembered something that I’d read long ago. It seems that the word’s origination has an interesting meaning.

      I have always been interested in word origins. My Mom even gave me a book on the subject. We often lose sight of what the Word of God is saying simply because we don’t know the meaning of words. I can’t count the times that scripture has jumped out at me once I found the definition of something.

  Today, one of my past studies came back to me. It seems that the word sincere comes from two Latin words, sine cera. It means “without wax! Interesting to note, but it still doesn’t give the student of Scripture much more enlightenment unless you know the reason. You see, the Romans would sell pottery on the streets that was sometimes not what it appeared to be. Sometimes, pots would have small cracks or holes that could be covered up with, you guessed it, wax.

   A vessel would have wax smoothed into its imperfections and painted over. This would make it appear to be something that it wasn’t. The sellers of good pottery would simply put a sign in front that stated “Sine Cera”, without wax. It indicated that their pottery was what it appeared to be.

   When I remembered this, I had to look into my life and see if I was living sincere. I looked into the times when I acted to be something that was not. I thought about the faces that I put on to say to the world, I’m ok and not hurting inside. And worse of all, I thought about times when I lied to myself and tried to act before the Almighty as if I had not sinned.

   You see, we must come clean before God if we are to expect our prayers to be answered. We can’t act good enough. We must first admit that we’ve failed and let forgiveness take place. Then, as John the Baptist put it, we need to produce fruit that corresponds with repentance (Mat 3:8). If we have anything that we aren’t honest with God about, then we are trying to fill in the cracks with wax. And He sees right through it. He wants us just as we are. Then He can change our lives. He can repair us and make us worthy of the Kingdom.

   We need to live amongst our brethren in a sincere way, too. I’m sure that everyone else hates being around a fake person just as much as I do. You never know who you’re dealing with. I remember a passage that is sometimes read through about Moses keeping a veil over his face. It’s in 2 Corinthians 3:13 and describes Moses keeping a veil over his face after the glory of the Lord had gone. We sometimes put on our “church face” and hide what is really in our hearts, don’t we? Even though others have seen the anointing in our lives, if we get away from God, we act as if it’s still there. After all, we don’t want to ruin our witness, do we?

   Friends, by this simple word, sincerity, we find this great life correcting path. God wants us to have a sincere heart. Others want us to be just as we say we are. Let us truly go forward with a sign over our hearts of Sine Cera; “Without Wax

MUCH WAS GIVEN

 

I had a dream quite a few years ago and I think that it’s time I shared it with you.  It was one of those dreams that was directly from God and I knew it as soon as I woke up.

 

Now, I know what some of you are thinking. “Everytime I get on a website and read about someone having a dream, it always seems to be prophetic.  It’s usually a calamity or some future event that is supposed to happen."  This is not one of those dreams, so please bear with me.  The following is my dream in its entirety.  It is still burned into my mind even seven years later.

 

“I was standing on a corner lot.  It was vacant and didn’t even have trees.  A group of people were walking over it and I heard them talking about building a church on it.

 

Immediately, I was standing on the same lot, but at a later time.  There was a large yard sale going on.  As I walked around looking at the items, I could hardly believe what was being sold.  It wasn’t the usual things that people were going to throw away anyway.  It was lifelong possessions, family heirlooms and heritage items that had been passed down.  I overheard the pastor discussing a ring with an elderly woman.  He said, “You shouldn’t sell this.  It’s your wedding ring from your late husband.” She explained that she wanted to sell it and that it was the most valuable, treasured item that she had.  I knew, somehow, that all these items for sale were like that to each family.

 

Next, I was in the new church that had been built.  It was a small church that  held about 100 people.  It was simple, as there was only a sanctuary.  There was no stained glass or fancy carpet.  It had a choir loft and a baptistry, but no apparent Sunday School rooms.  The same group of people that had given up items in the yard sale was attending.  The worship was sincere and total, as many people were holding hands and crying.  It went on and on and no one wanted to go home.

 

Instantly, I was sitting on the back row on the right side.  It was a different congregation, but the building hadn’t changed.  I knew, in my mind that it was many years into the future.  As I looked around I noticed that everyone was young.  All of the families had small children and the parents were about 30 years old.  The only exception was an old man on the back pew on the left side of the sanctuary.

 

When I saw him, it was such a stark contrast.  God revealed, without any words, that this man was the only living original member of the church.  He was elderly and even though the congregation was standing, he sat holding only a walking cane in front of him.  He had a long white beard and hair. 

 

When I looked back to the service, they were singing a hymn.  There was a choir and everyone was singing.  All of a sudden, I noticed two men looking at each other across the aisle.  Then they began to speak to each other.  I couldn’t hear what they said because the hymn was still being sung, but I could tell that they were angry.  They seemed to get into a heated debate and soon their wives joined in.  Little by little, from each side, others joined in.  The singing was gradually replaced by the sound of arguments.  The pastor was trying to get order restored and came down from the platform. 

 

All of a sudden, a hymnbook came across the aisle and the entire church turned into a fistfight.  I could hardly believe what was happening and as I looked around, I noticed that the old man was still sitting on the back row, opposite where I was.  He stood slowly and waited.  The fight raged on.

 

Then he yelled, “How dare you!”  The whole church became silent.  And men and women who had physically been fighting all stood and listened.  Once again he said, “How dare you take for granted what was given for this church!”

 

Then he turned and looked at me and said, “Much was given for this church!” When he said it, I remembered the yard sale and all the precious possessions that were given up to build the church. I knew that he had a different perspective than any one that was there.

 

He spoke again. But this time when I looked at him, it was Christ. He was still in the form of an old man, but it was the Lord. He was the Ancient of Days. His eyes burned right through me. He said, “Much was given for this church!!!” When He said it again, I experienced a flash through time that I can only describe as taking 10 seconds or less, yet seeing every detail.

 

I saw Jesus being beaten. Then I saw Him nailed to the cross and His blood covered body twisting in agony. Then I saw members of the early church that were tortured, starting with Stephen.  It was as if I saw each and every martyr.  I saw men and women burned and beaten to death.  I watched as precious Saints were flailed and sawn in two.  I saw many being tortured in ways that I’d never heard of.  Just when I didn’t think that I could bear anymore without losing my mind, I was standing in front of the Ancient of Days again.  He, again, said, “Much was given for this church!”  I instantly found myself sitting up in bed and crying.

 

I have had a heavy burden ever since for the unity of the Body of Christ, the Church.  Unfortunately, in the last seven years, I have seen church after church divided over and over.  I had a greater vision of the overall realm of the church than I’d ever had.  It was founded on Christ, as the Chief Cornerstone.  Yet, others were those “living stones”, as Peter put it.  We have forgotten the history of the church.   We have not remembered their sacrifices.

 

Friend, it’s not by accident that you read this.  God has dealt with me about publishing this to our site.  Now, I pray that His words will be significant to you.

 

“MUCH WAS GIVEN FOR THIS CHURCH!”

                                             Teaching the Blind

    Here in Talladega we have a School for the Blind. It’s very interesting to have the “sight impaired” community here as we often see them walking with their white canes. I have always admired those with physical handicaps who’ve overcome and usually do very well with their lives. The other morning, as I was going to work, I saw a gentleman taking a morning stroll. He had a white cane and dark glasses so I recognized him as a blind person. As I watched him, I thought about all that he’d had to learn and how well the school had done in instructing him to walk around town unaided. Then the Holy Spirit spoke to me. It seems that we’ve done the same thing in the Church.

      We have a condition, being born into the old sin nature, in which we are spiritually blind. We don’t have the ability to see spiritual matters. We somehow learn to maneuver around through life, even though we’re blind. Oh, we have some pretty good instructors! They give us all kinds of philosophy to help our hurt or help us accept the poor pitiful condition that we’re “born” into. But what Jesus offers is sight! True, spiritual sight!

    I know that the world follows this trend but what the Spirit said to me that day is that the Church is doing it, too.  People are being taught how to get along in their sightless world instead of giving them the gift of sight. They are given one-liners such as,” Jesus loves you no matter what you do”. “No one is perfect”. “There is power in positive thinking”. “God made you that way. Don’t let anyone criticize you.” And on and on it goes. Instead of real spiritual healing, we are teaching people how to cope with sin. Instead of giving them the sight to see it and remove it from their lives, we are making changes in our facilities so that the spiritually “handicapped” can continue dealing with their sin.

  My friend, now imagine a blind school that offers sight! What person would just choose to walk with a cane when he could see the world around him? As the Body of Christ, we have the ability, no, the MANDATE to lead people to sight in Christ. In 1st Peter 1:9 its says, “But he that lacketh these things is blind, and cannot see afar off, and hath forgotten that he was purged from his old sins.”

    Instead of me giving you the verses just prior, which tell what the “things” are, I’d like to encourage you to read it for yourself. And when you do, ask yourself if these are things which are bestowed on us or things which we must have a part in. We’re often told that there is “nothing that you can do to earn your salvation”. This is one side of the coin and is off-balance teaching. For a balance of teaching, I’d like to point out that we’re saved by faith AND works and not just faith. James 2:24. If we tell people that nothing they can do will earn them salvation, that’s exactly what they will do. Nothing. It’s as if people think someone is going to try and do too much for God. Why don’t we say,

‘Nothing you can do will earn you salvation (Galatians 2:16) but doing nothing will prove your not saved! (James 2:17)” You really need to check scripture and see what Jesus answered when asked, “What shall I do that I may inherit eternal life?” Did He answer that it couldn’t be earned, or something else?

   Going back to the illustration of the blind school, suppose a new student comes in and he’s told that he will have the ability to see if he has a certain operation and that it will cost him nothing. Suppose that someone has already paid for the operation for anyone that will accept it.  He’s told that there is nothing that he can do to earn his sight. He still has to do something. There is still a sacrifice on his part.  He is putting himself at the mercy of doctors and must go through a complete life changing process. Nothing can ever be the same again. Afterward, he will be responsible for things that he’s never been responsible for in his life! There can be no more excuses for not being able to see. To say that there’s nothing that he has to do to earn it is true. But to pretend that his life can stay the same is false. It must not stay the same.

   If we continue to give hurting people the world’s methods, we will never have true spiritual healing. We are merely teaching the blind to cope with blindness. So how do we start? We start with our own lives (Matt 7:3-4) Once we make sure that our lives are right, we will clearly see and be able to help others. Judgment must begin with the house of God. 1 Peter 4:17

       2 Chronicles 7:14

 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

The Art of Being Offended

 

Recently I have been pondering the different times in my life when I have become offended at people for various and sundry reasons.  Which of course leads me to think about the people who have been offended at me.  One night as I was considering a particular situation in the past, the thought flashed into my mind that this person had raised being offended to an art.  Immediately I felt the Holy Spirit urging me to pray, which I did at some length.

 

Probably about 15 years ago, I did a personal Bible Study on being offended and the Spirit of Offense.  At the time it seemed that I was either hurting people’s feelings or being hurt myself on a regular basis.  Not too long after this I heard a sermon where the statement was made, “Only babies don’t want to be called babies!”

WOW!!  That was meat for me to chew on.

 

I am the youngest child of 5 children – 3 brothers and 1 sister, the “baby” of the family.  When I was about 2 years old my parents divorced.  At that point in time there was no “Deadbeat Dad” program and there was little that a single mother could do to force a father to pay child support.  My father was not one to send money and to be completely honest I didn’t even know he was alive until I was about 14 years old.  My eldest brothers maintained a fairly close relationship with our father and somehow no one seemed to notice that I didn’t even know he was there. Our lives were pretty much in chaos for many, many years. 

 

Throughout my growing years I felt so much like an appendage instead of a part of the family.  I can remember, so often, thinking that I was the cause of the divorce between my parents, because, after all, they stayed together through the other 4 kids but when I came along . . . well, you get the picture.  There was never anything that I could accomplish that was not already accomplished by some other member of the family, either good or bad.

 

As a result of this little “psychodrama” going on in a little girl’s head I became very insecure and unsettled.  (I will not go into the other situations in our home that gave great soil for all this hurt to grow in.)  Always in the background was God.  He was there when I was very small and our mother took us to the Catholic Church.  Oh, how I learned to reverence God – to whisper because of His Majesty. 

 

He was there when I went to the Baptist Church and learned that in order to serve Him I must learn to serve His people.  I was His Arms extended and that was most important.  He was there when my Stepfather, Jim, whom I loved dearly, died suddenly and in my child’s heart – abandoned me – to a life of instability and insecurity again.  And He was there as I tried to make a path for myself through my teen years; so desperate to find someone with strength that I could lean on – only to find one as weak as myself.

 

As time rolled on and my life was being lived out I had a deep knowing of what the Lord had wanted for my life, but never quite having the ability to do what I so wanted to do.  Whether I was sabotaging myself or whether Satan had marked me for destruction or perhaps a little of both, I felt almost helpless.  And the part that was so painful was that there seemed to be no one that wanted to help – really help.  Oh, there were people who wanted to state their opinions and offer their criticisms, but what I needed was someone who could and would take my hand and my heart and say – “Okay, Angie, this is hard and it is going to be difficult, but we are going to walk it together.  I am going to stick with you and we are going to learn and grow and conquer every step.” 

 

I know what you are thinking – “But Jesus does that!”  And you are so right!!!!  There is no one that can fill that need like Christ.  But the truth of it is – I NEEDED A HUMAN! That may not sound Holy and it may not sound Righteous, but it is honest.  I needed a human being – sinew and bone – a face and arms – I needed a human that could be there with me and be honest with me and help me – but still have my best at heart.  Someone with no ulterior motive and no agenda of there own except to help a struggling woman find her value in the Kingdom of God.

 

Now, having said all of that I will get to my topic: The Art of Being Offended!  Here it is in a nutshell:  When a person feels that they have little or no value, when they cannot see any worth in themselves or what they accomplish, sometimes the only avenue they can find that will say – “I mean something” – is to become offended. 

 

Let me explain my thoughts here.  When we become offended, we assume the role of the wounded.  So often a person feels that if no one can see their value, in its own right, they might realize a sense of value if they become offended – a righteous indignation type thing.  It is almost as if – we cling to the offense like a badge of honor or our crown of thorns – a personal persecution, if you will.

 

Over time it becomes almost a habit to be insulted or offended.  Instead of looking for the good we begin to pick out the possible motives for everything a person says or does.  “What did she mean by that “look”?”  “They just walked right past me and didn’t even acknowledge me!”  “Did you see them whispering?”  “I can’t believe they think they are so much better than me!” Until one day we cannot think of one situation where we are not in turmoil.  Our personal image of ourselves is as a completely misunderstood and wounded vessel of honor. 

 

Yes, we raise it to an art, don’t we?!  The solution? The solution is so simple and yet so hard.  Simple in that we must once and for all realize that our value has nothing to do with other people.  It is only based on our Father God.  We have no value except through Him and He values us so highly that He was willing to let His Own Son die to keep us from utter destruction.

 

But it is hard in that we must make the decision to walk the path that Father God has chosen for our lives.  The only path that will ever bring us joy and peace, contentment and fulfillment, strength and honor is the path that He has set for us.  I hear people so often say, “I just have to be who I am.  God made me this way!!”  How many times in the past I have said those exact words! What suffering those words bring.

 

In the past few years, I have reached a point where I believe I have overcome the Spirit of Offense.  I cannot say that I never will become offended again – sometimes I feel disappointment and sadness over things that are said and done – but that ungodly spirit will never rob me of another day of joy.  It is a habit as well as a spirit, I believe.  It is born into the heart of a person who feels worthless.  An unfeeling and uncaring “church” perpetuates it. 

 

But the final cure for it is to see yourself through the eyes of God and to begin making the changes – the deep, soul-searching changes that we all must make.  And remember, our changes do not earn us the gift of salvation – that is free – the changes are an evidence of our love for Him.  It is the turning away and separating ourselves from the things of this world that help us to focus all of our attention on Him.

 

Christ suffered and died in our place to purchase Salvation for us – each of us.  We therefore are no longer possessors of our lives – He is!  So, every step, every move must be made based on His Will and not our own.  Our flesh and what “we” want is of no importance – therefore if we become offended or insulted then we prove our flesh is alive and well and we are seeking to protect it.  Only by completely surrendering to His plan – and remember, to surrender means to give up – only then will we experience the peace and contentment He gives.

 

 

                              Secret Agent Christians
     I was in a Bible study with my family the other night, when I said
something that made them all laugh. We had been discussing the fact that
scripture clearly states that Christians will be persecuted. In Matthew 5
 the Beatitudes and the Sermon on the Mount begin. Jesus is giving the
statements that clearly define the correct attitudes of the born again.
I have always taught that they were much like a "job description" of
today. In other words, this is what the Saints of God have that
distinguishes them from the world.
    It was then that I spoke of the "undercover agent" Christians; those
that want to be included with the number on judgment day, but really
don't want to live any differently than the rest of the world. I
remembered many who had asked us what we believed or sometimes found out
that we were Christians and then, in a whispering tone, said "I'm a
Christian, too".
    I have been around men and women for many years and one day hear
them say that they were Christians. Now, I'm no one's judge, but the
Lord did say that we'd know them by their fruits (Matt 7). The folks
that I am talking about are the ones that you'd never think were
Christians in a million years. I heard one preacher teaching that there
was nothing that you could do that would keep you from going to heaven
once you'd gone down the aisle. He stated, "You can deny Him, but He'll
never deny you". This is a very popular pastor that is on most Christian
radio stations around the country.
    I'm not going to give his name. The last time that I mentioned a
pastor teaching erroneous doctrine, we received mail from some people
who obviously thought their man could not make mistakes. Well, this
gentleman made his statement against Matthew 10:33. Sometimes people get so
caught up in teaching their subject that they take it beyond what the
scripture allows.
     There is a modern misconception that under the stress of
persecution, Jesus is so merciful, that all we must do is deny him and
ask for forgiveness later. Now, let me ask you this. You've probably
heard of the Martyrs down through history. Hopefully, every Christian has

 read Foxe’s Book of Martyrs. Those precious saints refused to deny our Lord
in spite of their own deaths or even their family members being tortured. They
refused to give in. We now, somehow, think that Jesus wouldn't ask us to
suffer. We say, "He'll understand". My question to you is this; what did
the people think that were in the newly formed Body of Christ?
     I remind you that these men and women who had personally listened to

Christ teach were not under the impression of any other doctrine. They had Paul and Peter to answer the hard questions. Now I ask you, what do you think they thought on the matter?

   My first Pastor always said that any person that Christ ever called, he called publicly. Everything that sets us apart from the world is something public. We make a public confession of faith. We are baptized publicly. God has not called any secret agents into the Kingdom! He wants all to be Ambassadors! We are the city on a hill and the light without a basket covering it. Don’t hide my brothers. Confess!

 

But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father          which is in heaven. Matt 10:33

I met Apryl a year or so ago and have believed it was a divine appointment ever since.  She is an incredible person and a precious friend.  When I asked her to write this article I knew that the Lord would use her mightily and so He has.  You will be blessed  tremendously as you read this beautiful testimony of  surrender                                                                            Angie

Submission and the Modern Woman

 

   For the past 21-½ years, I’ve been married to a wonderful man.  No, he’s not the strongest, the fastest, the richest one out there but, he is loving, supportive, dependable and trustworthy-all the really important things that a good husband should possess.  Have I been the perfect wife?  Well, depending on when you asked me that question, the answer would have varied.  The first ten years or so, of course I was. I was young, full of life, and female- how could I have been wrong in any way. 

     The next six or seven years, my thoughts shifted somewhat and, let me tell you, it wasn’t for the good.  I was first in college, then had a degree, had borne and was raising four children without much help (or so I thought), worked 40 hours a week (just like he did) and made as much or more money as he was making during many of those years.  If he couldn’t do his share of the work in the relationship, I surely wasn’t going to waste  my time trying to make things work.

     As I reflect back over those middle years, I am horrified and ashamed that I could have said, done and felt like I did.  So many, many things I wish could be undone or unsaid.  The times I’d want to go somewhere and he wouldn’t, guess who got left behind without a second thought?  Or the times I’d worked hard or long and just didn’t want to worry with making supper, guess who went without or fended for himself (and many times fed the children and me!)  There are many other examples in our history of just what a “model” wife I was, but you’ve probably got the picture.  To say I was lacking would be an understatement. 

        What made me react this way?  Why did I have those feelings of having to always be right, to always have my way and always be in charge?  One of the biggest flaws in my life during this time was my absence from Jesus Christ.  I was a woman of the world, a 21st century gal climbing up the ladder of success and riches-

2 Tim. 2:16 – But shun profane and idle babblings, for they will increase to more ungodliness.

 Where did God, Christ, religion or any of that spiritual stuff fit into the picture?  What would it profit me to be down there on Sunday with all those “do-gooders”?  I don’t know why He did it, but God never forsook me during this time-even at my worst, God kept me and mine safe.  And although I couldn’t see it, He was trying his best to get my attention.

     Well, about five years ago, I finally go the message.  Everything in my life was crashing down around me.  My older children, who were teenagers at the time, were on a downward spiral of drugs and every other worldly vice.  The babysitter was practically raising my two younger children.  It’s not realistic to think someone can raise a family of four children between the hours of 6:00 pm and 10:00 pm and every other weekend- but guess who thought she could?  Basically all I did for my children during most of those years was feed them supper and put them to bed.  Most days they ate both breakfast and lunch at school and I had to keep my nose to the grindstone to be able to pay for that privilege.  How warped was my world?

    Worst of all, my husband and I had drifted so far apart, we rarely sat down to talk or spend time together.  Time at the supper table was spent yelling at teenagers about what they’d done or telling the younger two to hush “Mommy and/or Daddy had a long day and just want you to be quiet right now”.  We never had nor took time to just be together, without kids, bills, and problems- just the two of us as husband and wife.  All my thoughts went along the lines of “why can’t he just do what I want” or “why can’t he fix all these problems”.  I know now what a mess my life was in but back then, I was doing, feeling, and reacting the same way as most women of the world.  I was in the majority and I HATED it.

2 Tim. 4:3-4 – For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine, but according to their own desires, because they have itching ears, they will heap up for themselves teachers and they will turn their ears away from the truth and be turned aside to fable.

I was definitely turned aside to fable.  The fable of the modern woman that says we should do our own thing, be our own person, and meet our needs however we can.  Just do it, as the slogan says.

    Well, long story short, I spent another year or so arguing with God that nothing in my life was my fault, others were to blame for the shambles around me.  But, thank the Lord, God won the argument and I had to try things His way.  Did all my marital problems immediately resolve? No – Did my children fall in line, being obedient and pleasing? No.  What did happen?  I saw myself as I really was-the real me- and it wasn’t a pretty site.  I saw selfishness to my own needs, self-centeredness, and a spiteful and mean-spirited person; anything but the kind of wife and mother the Lord intended for me to be.  After many tearful rounds of talks, my husband and I made some tough decisions concerning our life. 

    We saw that society and especially peer groups had much more influence over our children than we did so we chose to home school.  This in itself led to a series of chain reactions in other areas.  I could no longer work full time outside the home.  This greatly reduced our income therefore, less going, less eating out, less “extra” money- period. More cooking at home, cooking from scratch; we even had to get used to spending more time with each other witch really took some adjustment for everyone in the household.  Were we thrilled with all this? Most days, no, but we were willing to “give it a go” and see what happened. 

     During all these changes (many times it would have been better classified as upheaval or mass chaos), I was hearing and reading more and more about wifely submission, husband as head of the household, etc.  I can tell you these were truly foreign concepts here at the Swafford house.  I am the outspoken one, the bossy personality in our relationship.  He, on the other hand, is the quiet type- slow to speak, slow to react/anger, long on thinking (of which I am NOT at times).  Even though he didn’t necessarily like me taking charge, I think it was easier than having to argue about it all the time (the lesser of two evils choice). 

      The more I read and studied, the more this concept appealed to me.  First of all, it would give me some relief!  With raising kids, cleaning house, home schooling, etc., I had too much on my plate as it was, so maybe he could take over some thereby lightening my load.  As you can see, the choice to be a submissive wife was initially made for my own selfish reason.  But, as time has gone on, the reasons have changed.  Now it’s about God’s plan for me and helping my husband be the best man he can be (wife as a helpmeet).

     Has the road been easy?  Far from it!  There are still many days that we have a major clashing of the wills.  Does he always make the right decision for us?  No, but “he that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone…”  Does he have the best interest of each member of this family in his heart and mind?  Yes, and as hard as it is to admit some days, in most cases where I’ve overruled him, he turned out to be right!  We truly have a much happier household now.  The decrease in monetary things has been overcome many times over by the joy of enjoying our relationship, better relationship with our children, and, of course, grandchildren!  But, the greatest joy by far is the relationship I now have with Christ, which for so many years I had pushed aside.  I can lay my burden at his feet and not have to be bogged down with worry, stress, or anxiety.

Matt. 6:27 – Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?

Jesus is beside me when I struggle with wifely issues and through the word of God, I am brought back every time to my duty as a wife.

Eph. 5:22 – Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord.

    I pray daily that God will bless me with many more years of marriage and that I can do a better job with any remaining years he chooses to give me.  I pray to be the best Christian I can be, not only for my own gain (Heaven will be grand!) but in order to be a positive influence in the lives of my husband, children, and

family.

 Apryl Swafford

A DAD'S PLACE

 

  I am sitting at home, finally. It seems like when I’m away, I can’t get back quick enough. You see, I had to go to a school in Atlanta this past week. Angie went with me and that did make things better. But the children stayed behind and so did our home and our place. As far back as I can remember, my Dad used the term “place” when he talked about where someone lived. He’d say, “They sure have a nice place”.

  Well, this week, I remembered my place. I constantly thought of my home and of the girls. It’s been stated that home is where the heart is. I suppose that’s true. My instructor in Atlanta, Steve Haskett, is a man of constant travel. He goes all over the world, for his company, teaching classes on the repair of his company’s equipment. His family lives in Georgia and he loves coming home to them. It is his place, even though he’s gone a lot.

    I tried to put myself in that position and found a hard time of it. I suppose that I’m a little over emotional about being home and being with my family. If the children and Angie were not here, it would obviously not be the same. This same “place” would not be home anymore. But I have made a connection with the place itself. I have connected with the soil and the plants and the animals. I know when a new leaf comes on the fig tree and when Reuben (the ram) is limping. Whenever the roses bloom or the tomatoes are turning pink, I see it. But I know what is going on with my family, too.

   You see, if Olivia is unusually quiet or of if there is tension in the house -I know it. If Haley comes home in a different mood, I know that something has happened during her day. And we talk. Since we don’t revolve our evenings around television or go to our bedrooms and do our own things, we can talk. In this era of communication, it seems that we have less communication than ever before in history. We, as a culture are so out of touch with our families, that twice in the past 2 years, parents left babies in a vehicle at work and their infants died in the heat. I wondered, did they not talk to their children while they commuted?

   Dads, you must know what’s going on in your home. If your teenager is locked in a room at night, do you know what’s going on behind closed doors? How many times have you heard of families being shocked at news of a pregnant daughter or a son whose been arrested for drugs or alcohol.

   Now, let’s get back to what I began on. I just love the place that the Lord has given us. I love the shape of the land. I love how it produces when God touches it. And I love taking care of it.

   Your family is your place. It’s the garden that the Lord has blessed you with. It produces fruit, both good and bad. And it must be maintained. If Angie and I only went to the garden once a week, we could easily lose everything that we’d planted. We’ve learned from experience to constantly battle bugs and weeds. We go at least twice a day, often many times a day, to see what’s happening.

   You need to keep constant watch on your family. Watch emotions. Watch errors. Watch the focus to see if it’s still on target.  It is so easy to get sidetracked. Your children can have so many issues to deal with today. They literally handle decisions that are life changing on a daily basis. You, Dad, are the head of your home- Not the tyrant or dictator that runs it. But the one that God holds responsible. How responsible can you be if you spend your time on the golf course, on the river fishing or sitting in front of a ballgame?

   I know that we need recreation and a little time away sometimes. Even our Lord went away with His disciples every now and then. But He focused on His place. He was consumed by His mission. He was serious about finishing.

    Dads, don’t relax your focus on your family. You stand, not only in the gap for your children, but also for your grandchildren and great grandchildren. The decisions that you make now have eternal consequences. Focus on the outcome of your children’s lives. Set the course for your family and stay the course. Build on Him.

  

Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh [but] in vain. Psalm 127:1 

People of Ceaseless Prayer

 

I would like to ask you a few questions. Do you pray? Do you pray often or only a couple times a day? Would you consider yourself to be a person of ceaseless prayer?

When you think of your day, what times would you say you pray? Do meal blessings or bed time prayers come first to mind? Is it possible that these few moments in time are really the only time we pray? Should we do it more?

To really determine how much we should pray, we must first understand what prayer is. Webster's Dictionary says prayer is "an address to God in word or thought". Prayer has many different meanings. Usually we use prayer to ask God's guidance, for answers to questions or provision for tangible things we need. But prayer is so much more than that.

Prayer is the most powerful way to build a relationship with God. Just like when we try to build a friendship with people we meet. We call them or email them. We visit them. We talk to them. We spend time with them so that we can learn about them and build that relationship. Well, prayer is the same thing- it just works better.

A true Christian wants to be close to God. And we build that close relationship by talking to Him. Prayer is talking to and communing with Him. God should be apart of everything we do, every action, every thought, every decision we make. That is why we should be people of prayer.

Prayer is so important, whether you have a question, need direction, or have a request. Prayer is also a time for us to just commune with God. When we keep Him ever present in our minds and thoughts we will be led by Him.

Imagine if the opportunity came for you to sin (of course, this is no strange occurrence)- If you were constantly talking with the Lord, would you take up that chance or would you think twice and leave it be? Chances are you would leave it be. When situations come, when you need to make decisions in your life whether minor or major if you were always communing with Him would He not be right there to advise and direct you?

If He tells us to seek Him, why would He not be there to guide us? But imagine if you never spoke to Him, or if you only talked to Him at meal times or bed times. Would He be there ready to lead you? Well He would be there, but you would not be listening for Him.

Paul instructs us to pray without ceasing for many reasons. One is because, the only way to build a relationship with God is to talk to Him, AND to listen to what He has to say. Meal prayers and bed time prayers are really requesting prayers, like “please, bless this food”, or “watch over me through the night”. Tell me, when does God have time to respond during these kind of prayers?

Allow me to state this- “Prayer builds your relationship with God!” It is a time you set aside to commune with God. It is a two way thing. It is like our telephone to Him. You talk, He talks. When we pray and pray and pray, after a while we train ourselves to hear Him. He is constantly there ready and willing to guide us through life’s path. He wants to share the good times as well as the bad time with us. He even wants to be there beside us when nothing is happening at all. When we pray without ceasing we begin to know He is with us no matter where we are~ which He is!!!!

I don’t think people really think of Him that way. How could we ever sin if we knew He was right there beside us all of the time? I reckon that is why He said to pray without ceasing.

        Most of the time people ask me how  I go about the entire day praying. The most understandable way I can describe it is this:  Just talk to him like He is standing right there beside you. Tell Him everything. Of course, He already sees it all and knows everything you are thinking already, but He like us to share it with Him. Tell Him when your hurting or when something grand happens and remember to thank Him.

        Pray for your family. Pray for the harvest. Pray for your enemies, not that they will fall but that God will bring them around. Pray for the sinners and pray for the missionaries. Pray for your leaders. Pray for the people you work with. Pray for your husband.  Pray for your wife. Pray for your children. Pray for your parents and your grandbabies.

        When you are at the grocery store, pray for the meat cutter and the cashier. When you are at the bank, pray for the teller. When you are at Church, pray for the pastor and the members. When you are driving down the road, pray for the people in the car next to you, the reckless driver and the middle-age woman with three screaming kids in the back.

        Pray for the nurses and doctors. Pray for school teachers. Pray for the construction workers, the housekeepers and the salesman. And pray for the Church, the Body of Christ!

Tell Him about everything and be always open to hear His response. Before too long you will realize that your conversations never stop. Now for me personally, I talk to Him out loud, and granted lot of the time people say “Ugh, what did you just say?” I talk to Him in front of people too, especially at work!

        Sometimes I will sit there and have a whole conversation right in front of people. My boss at work and me laugh at how often we do this. I will never forget the first time I heard her coming down the hall just rambling off about something, when I realized she was praying. I heard her say, “Father, you got to help me get this in order. I know you have the answers and I am ready to do whatever you want, just show me.” She turned the corner and not five minutes went by before I heard her go, “Yes that is perfect! Thank you Lord!”

        We giggle about it all the time. She will hear me say, “Hallelujah! Thank you Lord. I needed that!”. She will pop up and say, “What did He do this time.” You know when we realize God is there, concerning Himself in our every minute, there is a great comfort. We begin to not feel so alone in this world when begin to realize He is seeing it all.

The great part is that it is a constant reminder to us to do good and to be holy. Since the first day I could ask Mom questions, Momma has always responded, "Would Jesus do it? Would Jesus want you to do that? Would Jesus approve it? If Jesus was standing right here would you do it?" Even now I find myself asking the same questions. And praying without ceasing, well, it drills it in your mind.

Here is the thing, guys. THIS IS GOOD! We want to be lead by the Spirit. We want to make the holy and righteous decisions. We want to be lead down the right path. If we train ourselves to be people of ceaseless prayer, it will be very hard for us to fall. With Jesus standing right there, with us constantly seeking His ways, our bad choices will happen less and less.

        So today I encourage you all to be People of Ceaseless Prayer. Every moment of every day talk to Him. And learn to listen. Learn to not only pray about your needs, but to thank Him for every little thing that happens to you. Thank Him for the salt on the table, the extra roll of toilet paper in the cabinet at 2 in the morning. Thank Him for the computer you are sitting in front of right now. Even in the worst times there is something you can be thanking Him for.

Don’t ever stop seeking Him for His will! Ask Him for guidance and wait to hear His response. He is waiting to guide you, to lead you and to be there for you. All you need to do is to reach out and He will be there. He is there---- waiting.

 

God Bless, Haley

 

 

 

Backburner Stuff

     Whenever Angie is cooking, she often saves the best for last. My favorite things seem to be the leftover items that she’s miraculously transformed into a delicious stew or soup. She’s prone to get that old wood stove fired up in the cookhouse on weekends. While she’s cooking bread or some other item, she’s got this stew going on the back burner. It takes a long time to get it finished, but it’s always worth it. I mean, those ingredients simmer together and you can’t tell what’s coming until that first bite. Well, last week, the Lord did some back burner cooking for me. And that bite was glorious!

      There have always been those items in scripture that don’t have immediate answers. They are the things that scholars don’t like to discuss because they really don’t understand them either. Preachers don’t give sermons on them because they don’t know the answer. I’ve had a lot of backburner items after studying the Word for 33 years. I’ve always wondered things like “Why did the Lord have Hosea marry a prostitute when it would go against the Law?” And others like, “Why would he ask Abraham to sacrifice his son when it clearly goes against the nature of God for us to take a life?”

   One of those stories for me has always been about the time that Jesus cursed a fig tree. Mark 11:12-22.. Here we find the Lord cursing a fig tree because it had no fruit. It withers away and the Disciples are amazed at the speed in which it dries up. Now, it’s not surprising that the Lord is teaching us that He wants us to be fruitful. What is surprising is that it was not time for the figs to be ripe. It always seemed sort of unfair to me that He would have done this, had I not known the nature of our Lord. But knowing that He is always more than fair, I knew that there was much more to the story. Since I didn’t understand it, I put it on the back burner.

   Now, if you are a regular reader of our site, you’ve come to know us pretty well. You know that we believe that the agrarian lifestyle is more what God intended for man. We also believe that in living on a farm, we can understand the Bible better. After all, the society of Bible days was one of farming and living off the land.

   Another thing that you may have learned is that we do an awful lot of studying on any one thing before we decide what is best for us. We learn all about apple trees before selecting a variety and find the best breed of chicken for our needs. Recently, I learned a lot about figs.

   I love figs! My grandfather had a great fig tree when I was a kid and we all loved picking them right off the limbs. I have always been fascinated at how they were mentioned from the Garden of Eden. As far as I can tell, the fig is the only actual type of plant that is spelled out in the Garden (Gen 3:7).  It is a very healthy fruit and is great when stored as preserves. But, the Holy Spirit used one little item of knowledge to open the passage in Mark to me.

     Angie and I sat on the front porch of the Homestead Hollow cabin a couple of weeks ago. It was Sunday morning and we were drinking coffee and just enjoying the start of the day. At the end of that porch is a massive fig tree. I had looked at it several times during the weekend. Looking for fruit, I only saw six figs on it. This was strange since it is about 12 feet tall and wide. She and I started discussing it when I told her the reason.

     One thing I learned about figs is that if they ever get too many roots, they will stop producing fruit. The roots of this tree go way out into the yard. When I told Angie this, BAM! The Holy Spirit presented me with the answer to the cursed tree. You see, it had too many roots. There is actually another parable that says a servant was going to dig around the roots of a fig and see if it would start producing (Luke 13:7-9). Immediately I knew that we are not supposed to have a lot of roots in this world! You see, if we get too connected to this life, we won’t produce fruit. Just like the fig tree, we must have our roots cut back from time to time. Figs start producing fruit right after they put on leaves. Since it had leaves and no fruit showing, Jesus knew that it would not produce at all that year.

   The Lord told us that we should hate this life in comparison to what is ahead (Luke 14).  We should not love the world (1 John 2:15) because if we do, we don’t love Christ. The reality was made so clear that morning. The Word was opened through a fig tree. Now, I pray that if I am unfruitful, He will cut back some of my roots and not let me be too tied to anything or anyone in this life. I don’t want to love anything of this world that, in losing it, I would love God less.

   How about you?

It is the glory of God to conceal a thing: but the honour of kings is to search out a matter. Proverbs 25:2

Natalie giving her Papaw sugar!
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Nothing in this world sweeter

WHERE CAN WE GO BUT TO THE LORD

 

Living below in this old sinful world

Hardly a comfort can afford

Striving alone to face temptation so

Where could I go but to the Lord

 

Where could I go, oh where could I go

Seeking a refuge from my soul

Needing a friend to save me in the end

Where could I go but to the Lord

 

Life here is grand with friends I love so dear

Comfort I get from God’s own word

Yet when I face the chilling hand of death

Where could I go but to the Lord

 

Where could I go, oh where could I go

Seeking a refuge from my soul

Needing a friend to save me in the end

Where could I go but to the Lord

 

This morning I woke up singing this song. Do you ever do that? Wake up with a song flowing through your mind? I believe it was the Holy Spirit bringing me thoughts of peace and comfort. Over the past couple of weeks I have been going through some trials at work; stressful trials that are stretching my control. Up till today I hadn’t thought much about why they were happening, but I feel as if the Lord has said, “How far can you go?” Perhaps it is time for me to be stretched.

We know that life isn’t easy. We know hard times come along and our ground is shaken. But there are also the good and easy moments, where we feel as if we are okay. I suppose this is where I was. “I’m set and I’ve got things under control.” We are confident that whatever happens we can stand firm in the Lord. But let me ask you something, do we stand firm or do we lose it? Okay, I am going to be honest - sometimes I lose it.

            No, I don’t scream and cuss people out or even strike with force, but I do talk. I express and express my frustration and irritation. I have always been an emotional person so I cry and growl and well, you get the rest.  There is a time to be angry; in fact Ephesians 4:26 says,  “Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath”. So I take that, as it is okay if I get angry at injustice or ungodliness, but I just can’t sin when I do it!

            Now that sounds all wonderful and great, but let’s be honest, at the climax point do we control it or do we give it all we got! Do we let all our ammo fly? Sure we do! We want people to know when we are mad or unhappy or whatever we are feeling. Perhaps we go back to our childhood way of pitching a fit to get our way. But does that really work? NO! Most of the time it makes the situation worse. And we still don’t get what we want. Is there a better way to attack these situations? YES!

            If you read to the end of Ephesians 4, we see where God gives us instruction about what to do when this happens!

Ephesians 4:27-32

“Neither give place to the devil. Let him that stole steal no more: but rather let him labour, working with his hands the thing which is good, that he may have to give to him that needeth. Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that, which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers. And grieve not the Holy Spirit of God, whereby ye are sealed unto the day of redemption. Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamor, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice: And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.

      We all face times when we just want to scream. We get irritated and frustrated. But we should take those situations and apply God’s Word to them. We should also take those opportunities and grow from them. Those times should not move us spiritually but rather help mold us for the better. Why do we let things like that get to us?

    I remember only once when Christ got angry - in the temple. And in that situation He had Divine cause. All the other times Christ faced those ungodly and unjust situations how did He deal with them? He was calm, patient, uplifting and controlled. He didn’t let stress stress him out! (~Haha, Did you get that?) If we are trying to live as Christ, then do we not follow His direction? Yes! We can be controlled in those times. We can face those situations with calmness and clearness of mind. And as a Christian we should do it even more so! We need to take those times that stretch our abilities and grow.

      Perhaps I am writing this article for myself. When we get comfortable and think we’re okay, we have already failed. None of us have reached perfection. Although it isn’t really fun, we need God to stir our lives and smooth the lumps out. We have the ability to be Christ like and so we should do it. I encourage you, when faced with those times, to look up to the Hills from whence cometh your help and go to the Lord! Ask God to reveal your next step and then take it with confidence that you can do it. He guides and leads you. You just have to be willing to follow Him! In those times there is only one who can really help us. Where can we go but to the Lord?

Haley Marie

 

What a day that will be!

 

Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein.

    This morning, Angie woke me up at 4:30. She was so excited and said that she had something that she wanted me to see. As I crawled out of bed, she explained that she’d had a terrible dream and couldn’t go back to sleep. When she came into the living room, she’d heard something outside. As I approached with her, I heard it, too.

    I could hear a bird chirping outside our door. Now, let me stop and tell you that we love birds and have feeders and houses everywhere for them. We’ve had a bluebird in a nest raising her young and we have watched as she and her mate fed them through the hole. This morning, the mother bird was perched on a tree calling her babies out!

   It was still dark outside and when we turned on the light we could see the birds looking out of the nest. Angie said that the mother had been calling about a half hour. She then went and woke up all the girls who were mildly interested and then went back to bed as I did.

  But as I lay there, I thought about the whole thing. I thought about how the devil had scared Angie with a dream and tried to steal her rest. The scripture came to mind about all things working together for good for those of us who love God and are the called according to His purpose. So I thought on the event further.  I pondered on the scripture about coming as a child. Angie was truly amazed at what was happening! She was almost giddy! She still looks at the world as a little girl and loves everything God has made. So I decided to do the same.

    God suddenly gave me Rhema, or an understanding about what He wanted me to see.  The mother was calling in the night so that the babies would have a chance to get out without the cat around. She’d carefully fed them and chirped at them so that they would know her voice. They lived in the only home they’d ever known. To them, it was wonderful! It was probably soft and cozy inside and it had everything that they needed. All that they could see was a little peephole to view what was beyond their dwelling. Only a glimpse!    I imagined one leaving and leaving another behind. How strange it must seem. How lonely and confused it would be to be in that situation.

    That’s when I got the big picture, as they say.  We live this life thinking it to be the most wonderful thing. Father God has truly given us a wonderful world! We sometimes get so comfortable here that we forget this is only the beginning. We only have a glimpse at heaven! Only a peephole is available to us. (1 Cor. 13:12) But the Father calls someone home that we’ve loved and always had with us. Maybe we hear His voice too, but it’s not our time to leave the nest. How lonely we feel when it happens. But for the departing bird, it is the reality that they were created for. A place that they can finally fly! The Father calls in the night for our safety. He cheers us on, saying that we can make it! He encourages those left behind, informing us that our time will come.

   And when it does!! Oh, the vast expanse of heaven will make our little birdhouse seem like a closet. We will soar through the heavens and finally be with our Heavenly Father.

What a day that will be!

Holy Moments-A Christmas Story

   His name was William. If he spoke to you, you would know that he wasn’t like everyone else. You see, he lives in a nursing home because he can’t take care of himself. At first glance, he seems so out of place. He appears to be only in his fifties and gets around well enough. But his mental state is so that he wouldn’t make it alone. Our family met him one Christmas.           

Angie has always encouraged the girls to spend time ministering to those who are not like others. Being somewhat of outcasts ourselves we tend to relate to those that society seems to forget. But this time it would be hard for me. I never could go to the nursing home easily. It always made me feel uncomfortable. I always had said that it wasn’t my ministry. I related to others, I thought, and therefore God will use me there. I seemed to forget that the Lord always went into lives that He wouldn’t have related to. You know, He was righteous and they were full of sin.

   William was chosen as the one that we would do something special for that Christmas. We found out that he had little family and we were given permission to take him out on the town. Living in a small town doesn’t give one much occasion to do a lot, but we decided to take him out to eat and then drive him around and look at Christmas lights.

    Upon picking him up, we discovered that his favorite restaurant was Wendy’s, so off we went. The girls all talked to him in back of the van and he giggled like a schoolboy. He was so excited! We bought him a gourmet meal; a hamburger and fries – his favorite! He chuckled and it made me feel better about everything. It seemed that this wouldn’t be so hard after all. At one point he was getting so much attention from Angie and the girls that he said, “Mister Paul is going to get jealous!”

    After our meal we drove around to look at Christmas lights. He ooh’d and aah’d at it all. That’s when we found out that his sight wasn’t good. He saw the traffic lights and said “Oh, look at those up high!”! Our final destination was the town square. The town always decorates the courthouse so we went there. We parked and got out to walk around the block. Our daughters all took turns holding William’s arms while Angie and I followed.

  Now, there are special moments that we all have in life that I believe God ordains. These are moments, too quickly gone, when the Almighty speaks without words. They only happen a half dozen times or so in our lives. You’ve had them, too. Maybe when your child was born or at the bedside of an aged parent that was going on peacefully to their reward. I call them, Holy Moments.

  About the time that we reached the front steps of the courthouse we all stopped as if by cue. And that’s when it happened. A Holy Moment. William looked up and started singing in his little boy voice. “Si-went Night! Hooo-ee Night! Awww is come. Awww is bwight!” I felt the lump in my throat get bigger. I swallowed hard to keep from breaking into tears. As I looked at Angie, her tears told me that she’d had the Holy Moment, too. I said, “We are in the presence of greatness!”

   We took William back to his home and went to ours. It was a night that I would never forget. A small sacrifice of time and a cheap meal was the price for a man’s life to be changed. Mine. You see, it’s not the price of the gift that is important. It’s not the number of things under the tree. It’s not even about the family that we have around us. It’s all about that point in time when God sent His Son two-thousand years ago. That was truly a Holy Moment for all mankind.

  As you celebrate the Christmas season, it’s our desire that you know Him. It is awesome thing to think of Him in the manger. He was in our place on the cross. But now He’s at His Father’s side where He calls out to all of us by name in a still, small voice. Will you answer? Listen closely. Perhaps, this season will bring to you your own Holy Moment. 


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