Monday, December 19, 2016

Why we celebrate, even as the world falls apart...

December 2016.  The once-great city of Aleppo, jewel of the Ottoman Empire and home to 2 million not all that long ago (think Houston, TX for size), is in its death throws as massive evacuations continue. In South America, Venezuela is in total upheaval after the most-used currency bill has suddenly been declared no longer valid, and people have no valid money to buy food. The UK is dealing with Brexit and the US is dealing with division and controversies from our own elections.

It's easy to find news of disasters that boggle the mind. It's easy to be overwhelmed by challenges in our own lives that seem just as huge.

And yet, Christmas is less than a week away, and many of us will celebrate the birth of Jesus.

How can we reconcile celebration when such things are happening?

To me, the answer is simply because these disasters illustrate how desperately the world needs a hero.

Doesn't it? What person among us sees these things happening and doesn't yearn for somebody to come rescue everybody and set everything right?

The thing is, the world has a Hero... but many do not know it yet.

How can Jesus be the hero? many will ask. Look at what's happening. What hero would let such things happen?

The answer, for me, is to realize that we're still in the dark part of the story.

When most do not recognize the Hero for who He is.

When the final victory is yet to come.

When most cannot fathom how victory could ever come.

When many do not even know a Hero exists... or believe one could exist. How could there be a hero when this is happening?

This is how stories play out, isn't it?  Nothing's ever easy. The hero isn't a hero because everything's great. He's a hero because of the very darkness that engulfs the world of the story.

History is indeed a story, and Jesus is the hero of the story. History is His-story. 

He's the Ultimate Superhero, actually.  

Does that seem a stretch? It's not.
15 He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. 16 For by Him all things were created, both in the heavens and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things have been created through Him and for Him. 17 He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.
We think it's awesome when a superhero can control the forces of nature. We are impressed when the hero uses superpowers or magical forces to hold things in place... maybe to keep a building from falling so someone can be saved... or maybe to freeze an entire situation so something good can be done. We love to read stories where magic can be used to create something out of nothing. 

Why do so many of us love these kinds of stories? 

Because our world needs a hero. 

Because we have inside of us a love for what makes our Savior so amazing.

We are attracted to power, because our Savior holds the ultimate power of the universe and we were made to love Him. But I think a lot of people don't realize the raw power summarized in that passage.

Read that verse again.
He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation.

For by Him all things were created,
both in the heavens and on earth, visible and invisible,
whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—

All things have been created through Him and for Him.

He is before all things, and

in Him all things hold together.
The entire universe was created by Him.

This display of power isn't just a past event.  His power is what's holding it all together. Keeping galaxies and electrons in orbit.

Superman's power? Nothing compared to His.

Pick an X-men or an Avenger... or put them all together. Absolutely nothing.

His power is so staggering that every superhero story ever created is but a human's poor attempt (if they only knew it) to come up with something that reflects a tiny bit of Him.

Take Magnito as an example.  The moviemakers created this scene where he used his power to hold a thousand missiles in place in the air, then turn them where he wanted them to go. If you haven't seen the movie, just trust me. It was really impressive. (Or watch the scene on YouTube if you want.)

Now watch this, and realize how much Jesus' power is holding in place. 

His power is more than just staggering. It's mind-boggling. Beyond our ability to fully comprehend.

We can understand Magnito's power because it is limited. Even though it isn't real.

Jesus' power is real, but we have a hard time understanding it because it is limitless.

And just like the heroes of our stories, He temporarily laid that power aside and surrendered everything He was... to save the world.

The important thing to remember as we watch this messed up world, is this:

His story isn't over yet. 
The finale is still to come. 

This is where the hope lies. This is why we can still celebrate the fact that He came, even as cities and nations and alliances and economies fall apart. His coming - His birth, death, and resurrection - were the middle of this story we're living in. And it's always darkest towards the end of the story, isn't it?

All this darkness? All this destruction and pain and suffering? All this emptiness and hopelessness?

This is why the world needs a Savior... 
One whose story isn't over yet. 

Five years ago, when I was finally able to comprehend who He actually is, I fell so in love...

With Jesus...

Like I never had been before. He totally awes me.

I asked God to give me a Christmas song that expressed this, and I'd like to share it again. A simple recording is here if you want to hear how it goes, but it's the power in the words - straight out of Scripture - that I want you to hear.

He is the hero of your story, too. If you let Him be your hero.

All He Was
© 2011 Kathleen Peters (since US copyright law doesn't recognize God's right to it)

Once outside of time began a story    (John 1:1)
It’s been told a thousand times and ways, or more
A virgin birthed and angels sang    (Is. 7:14Luke 1:342:13-14)
The wise men saw and shepherds came  (Matt. 2Luke 2:15-16)
But the hero who lay within her arms 
Had already made a sacrifice of love:     

He was the Maker of the universe    (Col. 1:16John 1:3)
The Master of the stars     (Ps. 136:7-9)
The voice of endless power     (Gen. 1:3)
And everlasting love     (Jer. 31:3)
Before foundations of the world were laid      (Rev. 13:8)
Beyond the veil of time     (Ps. 90:2)
He knew the world would need a Savior’s touch      (Is. 9:2)
So He surrendered all He was.      (Phil 2:7-8)

He said that He revealed the face of God    (John 14:9)
That’s why the crowds responded to His power and love    (Matt. 4:25)
The sick were healed and blind could see   (Matt. 4:23Matt. 15:31)
The lame made whole, possessed set free (Matt. 21:14Mark 1:32)
Yet they took Him and nailed Him to a cross   (Matt. 27:22-31)
But He prevailed over death and conquered all!    (2 Tim. 1:10)

'Cause He's the Maker of the universe    (Col. 1:16John 1:3)
The Master of the stars     (Ps. 136:7-9)
The voice of endless power     (Gen. 1:3)
And everlasting love     (Jer. 31:3)
Since the foundations of the world were laid 
Beyond the bounds of time
He rules as everlasting Lord of all      (Phil. 2:9-10)
Yet He surrendered all He was…  (Luke 4:17-21)

         To bring good news to the afflicted     (Is. 61:1)
         And peace for the broken    (Is. 61:1)
         There’s freedom for captives     (Is. 61:1)
         The favor of God    (Is. 61:2)
         There’s joy now for mourning      (Is. 61:3)
         And strength for the weary      (Is. 61:340:31)
         He’s made us the righteousness of God   (2 Cor. 5:21)

He's still the Maker of the universe    (Col. 1:16John 1:3)
The Master of the stars     (Ps. 136:7-9)
The voice of endless power     (Gen. 1:3)
And everlasting love     (Jer. 31:3)
When the foundations of the world were laid     (Rev. 13:8)
The Father looked through time     (Is. 9:2-7)
He saw that you would need a Savior’s love...     (Rom. 7:24-25Gal. 2:20)
         So Jesus came to be the Perfect One      (2 Cor. 5:21)
         What He did for you will always be enough…  (Rom. 8:1-4)
         Because He gave you all He was.     (1 Cor. 1:30)

Thursday, November 10, 2016

A Post-Election Prayer...

Fellow Americans,

Today, two men will meet. Two men who are deeply unpopular and who face high disapproval ratings. They come together from different backgrounds, races, experiences, and beliefs to begin to work together on behalf of our nation.

Let us pray for them today, that God will give both humility and wisdom and enable both to make the good of the country their priority.

Let us, a people divided between Democrats and Republicans and Independents, a people divided between races, a people divided in so many ways, join in unity and humility to pray for them, that they would also meet in humility and unity and be given wisdom in how to unify our people.

"Heavenly Father, we acknowledge that You are holy and just, and You do all things well, even when we do not understand. Again we pray that Your kingdom would come upon this earth and Your will be done in our nation.

Enable us by your grace to forgive anything we may be holding against President Obama and President-elect Trump and their supporters, as You forgive our sins. Help us and them to stay humble and to seek Your will and Your ways which are so much higher than ours.

You said that You give wisdom to those who ask, so we ask on behalf of them, that You would indeed give them wisdom beyond their experiences and earthly knowledge. Give both of them Your words to speak to our people, knowing that only You can heal our land.

Help us and them, Father God, to avoid the temptations of pride, of bitterness, and of selfishness. Help us to avoid the sin of not trusting You, for we know that You alone are worthy of our trust. So in You we WILL trust.

We place our today, our lives, and our nation in Your hands, and we will give You - not our party or any man - the glory for good things that You have done in the past, the good things You will do today, and the good things that You will do in the future. For even in the difficult times, You are always good and doing good things. We give You our praise, because You do all things well.

I pray this in Jesus' name, Amen!"

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

What love really looks like...

I believe that God has been offering the Western church multiple opportunities to choose to be sheep instead of goats. To test whether we are in reality the kind that will hear Him say, "Enter into My rest" or the kind that will hear Him say, "Depart, for I never knew you." These opportunities play out in our neighborhoods and grocery stores, on Facebook, and in our families.

Are we passing the tests? Or are we too caught up in ourselves and our own safety and our own rights and our own bills and schedules to pick up our cross and lay down our lives for the least of these? For the refugees and strangers among us... for those around us lost in lifestyles we don't agree with... for the lonely in the nursing homes... for the single mothers on welfare yelling at their kids in the grocery store who might be angels sent to see if we would judge or entertain angels unaware.

This morning I read this, and it reduced me to tears.


So now is when this brokenhearted love story is begging to be told.

If you asked me when it all began, I would tell you it began before the long wait at the airport last week. Before they came for dinner last night. Before the children started calling my Farmer their uncle, before they started hugging his neck for all their worth, eyes dancing like the hope of stars.

I would tell you that it started to unfold when I reached over and squeezed Sozan’s hand in a cold shipping container in Iraq last year, there amongst the pillows and blankets where she laid down with her kids and slept through the nightmares.

Right after Sozan told me that when ISIS descended, slaughtered all the men, she had to run, had to choose which of her children her two arms could carry and how — and how Sozan’s choice haunted her. How the face of her little boy lost in the running throngs haunted her like a child begging to be remembered.

It all began right then, lodged in our hearts right then like a holy flame that would not be out until it started a fire that had to have its way with us.

And then that flame surged into an inferno when the little body of Aylan Kurdi washed up on the shores of Greece and we couldn’t turn our faces away from his, lying there in the sand, lifeless.

Who of us could look away, because we all have hearts that bleed when our collective conscience, our collective home of earth, is cut wide open with pain…

The drowning death of Aylan as his family tried to escape war to get to safer shores, his death birthed the throwing of a thousand lifelines, a thousand more, because how could we not?

We picked up ink. Our doing something, one thing, anything, in the face of the world’s worst humanitarian crisis since World War II, began with ink running like a stream across a torrent of forms, the Farmer staying up late at night, long after working in the fields, to fill out more applications.

I worked on adoption papers for a heartbroken baby in China.

The Farmer worked on the sponsoring papers of a refugee family from Syria.

We only get one life here. It’s a crazy, beautiful, liberating thing to realize: We’re not here to help ourselves to more — we’re here to help others to real life.

We’re here to live beyond our base fears because our lives are based in Christ. We’re here to live beyond our base fears because our lives are based in Christ.

We’re here to be more than our fears or our frustrations — we’re here to be more like our Father.

What if we wanted our lives to be more than about believing this — but were  about living this?

A friend offered to rent us a house for a refugee family. Bible study friends donated bunk beds, a couple from church messaged that they had a line on a couch, a family our kids grew up with, they offered their backyard swing set, my sister made a list of what we all needed to set up a family running from war, running for their lives. A whole faith community put in hundreds of hours. Brave families of bold faith stepped out of their comfort zones for kids caught in war zones and worked and prayed and laughed too loud together and found comfort like they’d never experienced before.

Sometimes the places where we are stretched thin 
are the thin places where we catch a greater glimpse of God. 
And sometimes a kind of miraculous happens when
instead of thinking nothing can be done —   
you believe there’s always a way one thing can be done.

There’s always find a way to take one step toward someone on the other side of a fence, 
there’s always a way to take one brick out of a wall that’s divisive, 
there’s always a way find a way to find Christ’s way to love.

We waited at the airport in Toronto for the arrival of our Syrian family for 3 and a half hours. Pacing. All we had were there names. No photographs. No means of contact. No information really except that there were six of them.

We watched the arrivals like those 10 lamp keepers tending their oil and wicks all night, waiting for His coming — we couldn’t turn away for a moment or we might miss them?

Was the man in the jean jacket holding a little girl’s hand our Syrian father coming through first? Shalom waved our Welcome sign higher, like she held a balloon and welcoming was a way to lift the whole world higher. Was this the mother holding their youngest?

Shalom got down on all fours so that a sign wielding cousin could strain that welcome sign even higher and us parents felt, uh, zero embarrassment at all, really, for the circus that we clearly are.

For hours, we watched every face that stepped through those automatic doors of arrivals…waiting for Him, for however He would come to us, the way “Christ plays in ten thousand places, ten thousand faces.”

And when Zacharias and Fatin walk through those doors — we think it’s them? Maybe? And then they see our sign — stop short. Their family name! The smiles! It’s them! The heart fireworks!

How can you kinda of fall in love with people you’ve just met?

They’ve grabbed each other and escaped a rain of bullets and bombs and a whole world of broken and I’m in awe of their brave.

A family of 6, shy, nervous, with a handful of broken English.

And us all stammering for words that can bridge an ocean of questioning space. Smiling is the dialect of connection — we can all speak it.

You are from?

Google translates on our phones makes our loud, slowly enunciated words into understanding:

And everything kind of runs liquid for me. For Fatin too. Aleppo. And my arms fling open again, open in grief and welcome and ache for a busted world and Fatin steps into that spaces and she squeezes me the tightest.

Come with us — let’s get you home.

Home? We go — not to a hotel? We thought — Government give us four days in a hotel. Then we are on our own?

We stop. Is something being lost in translation?

They flew how many hours across the ocean? To a country that doesn’t speak their language or  share their culture, flew to a country where they know absolutely no one, where they have no job, no house, no English and 4 kids who will need breakfast tomorrow morning…

And they thought no one would meet them?

That they got a hotel bed for the 6 of them of 4 nights — and then — flung out to a coming winter? And yet they left the only home they knew?

I look into their eyes and it’s startling clear:

“…no one leaves home unless? home is the mouth of a shark…? no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear saying- leave, run away from me now. I don’t know what I’ve become but I know that anywhere is safer than here…”

And we pull them in safe. “Here — no hotel, no streets in 4 days…” we pull them in close and whisper — ”A whole bunch of us, a tribe of us — we have made a space for you, a new home for you.”

They do not know what to say and we don’t have to  — we just let all our eyes run liquid and love and hope flow mingled down.

When we open the door of a completely donated and ‘broken and given’ home that night, stand in the kitchen of the house that a world of kindness made, that being broken and given made, that love that refuses to be destroyed by oceans or wars or fears stood together and made —

Fatin hugs my sister and my mother and I and a whole community who reached out and we are all made in the image of God and He is perfect love and His perfect love kicks fear to the curb.

And this morning, the International Day of the Girl, the Farmer and my mother, they take Zaccharias and Fatin’s  3 daughters to school — and for the very first time in their traumatic lives they will shadow a door of a school.

War destroys more than cities — it destroys generations of dreams and hopes and education and possibility. But those three girls with hope lighting in their eyes? They can be anything now. There is always, always, always hope.

Zaccharias points to my mother — Your mother? Your mother? I nod. Kind. Help us. Kind. And I nod yes.

“My Mother? My Mother?” he pounds his chest like an aching howl.

He looks me in the eye — “My Mother back in Syria — she says she must tell you: Thank you, all the people of this country. Thank you, thank you — my mother says — we all say: Thank you.”

And a story of violence and war and fleeing and destruction — just became a brokenhearted love story of hope and healing and all things being made new — a story being told by his mother in Syria, a story that starts to change the narrative of division and fear in warring parts of the world.

Because this is what begins to change everything the world:
Being broken and given out into a hurting world — 
begins to break the brokenness in the world. 

And mothers all over the world never stop being mothers to their children, and all of the children in the world are all of our children, and I turn to Zaccharias and say: “Thank you, Thank you…” — because sometimes the greatest gift you can receive is getting to be kind.

Regardless of nationality, of worldviews, of politics, we all belong to each other, we all belong to the family where our faces reflect the image of God and at the end of the day — we have to learn to live with each other, be neighbours with each other, heal with each other.

Fatin’s hand finds mine… and we all gotta keep holding on here.

We gotta hold on and live it:
When the stakes are the highest, kindness matters the most.

When the battle is hardest, God’s people love the greatest, because love is the only force that meets no resistance. When the battle is hardest, God’s people love the greatest, because love is the only force that meets no resistance.

When life looms large —  small acts of grace can erupt as the greatest change in another place.
This is worth risking your life on,
Because we may not hold some other answer to the world’s problems…
but we hold the light of the world and He is the answer.

He’s in you and makes you a city on a hill
so you get to be part of the welcoming beacon and answer to the world’s weariness.

He’s in you and makes you the light of the world so your grace, your kindness, you being a cup of light get to part of the answer to the darkness creeping up the edges of things.

It comes like all our brokenhearted hallelujah: Be the bread so broken and given — that a hungry world yearns for more of the taste of such glory.

Our newcomer family  — who used to be refugees but have now found refuge in the good news of love — stand at their open door this morning, beckoning us in.


Ann's family is Canadian, and the US does not offer American families the chance to sponsor in the same way. But we do have other opportunities.... opportunities by the thousands.

Am I doing what I CAN do? For whatever hurting and struggling people God has pointed out to ME?

That is what I am responsible for. When the people asked Jesus, "When did we see people hurting and hungry and in prison?" He didn't answer, "On the news." He pointed to those around them.

For me so far over these last six years, it has been nursing homes that God has pointed to locally.

Truthfully, I would love to be able to help a refugee family... offer them friendship and kindness and love and English lessons if needed, but I live in a very small town. From what I can tell, the nearest refugees are too far away for me to be a part of their lives. But there are nursing homes around this corner and that corner and the next corner. That is where God pointed when I dared to ask Him what needs I could meet.

And I, like Ann, can truthfully say that "sometimes the greatest gift you can receive is getting to be kind." Even when I have 6 hours of work to still be done and it's already 3:30pm, and I feel like I'm dragging myself off to whichever nursing home is on my schedule that week, I still enter their doors... and find myself overwhelmed with smiles, because it means that much that I have come to play and sing with them... to give them a chance to sing forgotten hymns even though most people say their voices are too shaky to sing... to place large-print songbooks into their hands so they can sing even during the verses. Their smiles become mine, and I always leave happier and less stressed than I was when I entered.

This is a small part of my insignificant life... made significant because He joins His calling on my life with the calling on your life, and together we can become the hands and feet and voices and smiles of Jesus.

There's a voice inside of  you pointing to someone in need of something that you can provide. Heed the voice. Listen. Sacrifice. And discover the blessings in living a life poured out.

Monday, October 03, 2016


This morning, my Bible fell open to Isaiah before I went to find Proverbs 3. I smiled over what was there... but Isaiah 35 had somehow caught my interest in that brief moment, so I went to read it. /// 

The whole chapter is beautiful and powerful. It includes these marvelous words: /// 
3 Encourage the exhausted, and strengthen the feeble.
4 Say to those with anxious heart,
"Take courage, fear not.
Behold, your God will come with a vengeance;
The recompense of God will come,
But He will save you."  ///
So often we need that, don't we? ///
5 Then the eyes of the blind will be opened
And the ears of the deaf will be unstopped.
Then the lame will leap like a deer,
And the tongue of the mute will shout for joy.  ///
I see spiritual meaning in this.  Those who could not see and understand the truth and wonders of God... those who could see only darkness... they will be able to see the goodness of God and the glorious wonders that He has for those who wait for Him. And those who hear only dicouragement and misery will hear His voice. And those who are so broken by circumstances that they cannot walk with God will be healed and set free to dance or leap for joy. And those whose tongue is muted by pessimism and discouragement and despair will no longer have their tongue tied, and they will praise the One who came to save them.

For waters will break forth in the wilderness
And streams in the Arabah
7 the scorched land will become a pool
And the thirsty ground springs of water;
"Arabah" refers to the desert, so this is talking about those whose lives have become dry and dead and scorched... or areas of our lives that have become a desert. He will make them rich and they will bloom and become fertile and fruitful!

8 A highway will be there, a roadway,
And it will be called the Highway of Holiness.
The unclean will not travel on it,
But it will be for him who walks that way,
And fools will not wander on it.
We know from the New Testament how Jesus "was made to us righteousness and holiness", so know that this is speaking of those who have given their lives to be transformed by His power... not those who "are perfect" (for such perfect people do not exist).  Here's the proof... and this is the part of this chapter that spoke to me specifically this morning:

9 No lion will be there,
Nor will any vicious beast go up on it;
These will not be found there.
But the redeemed will walk there,
10 And the ransomed of the Lord will return
And come with joyful shouting to Zion,
With everlasting joy upon their heads.
They will find gladness and joy,
And sorrow and signing will flee away.
That line that I bolded... all this grace and glory is for whom?

The redeemed... the ransomed

God pointed to that word, "ransomed."

What does it mean if someone is ransomed? Does it mean "walking in victory?" Does it mean "someone who understands everything in the Bible and obeys perfectly?" Nope.

This line refers to where our path begins, not the end result that many of us feel guilty for not achieving already.

It says that all of this is for those who travel the path, because walking in holiness in our day to day life is a journey of transformation.

The thing that jumped out at me was this:

It's not possible to be ransomed... 
unless you are being held hostage. 

And a hostage is generally powerless.

You see, all too often we think that the glory and joy and freedom that the Bible says Jesus came to give is for those who are good people. Those who are already holy. Those who "have arrived."

But NO! It is for those who are walking the "Highway of Holiness," and the entrance to it is found in a place where we were powerless captives.  We were blind and deaf and lame and mute and living a desert of an existence... and so we still would be if Someone Else had not ransomed us.

This glorious highway is only for those who were once held hostage. It's not for anyone who managed to get themselves free.

He has done it all. He has paid it all. All of it!

Go back and read the entire chapter again now.

Know that all of this is for those who are powerless to free themselves, but who, when Jesus paid the ransom and broke the chains, allowed Him to lead them from captivity out onto the beginning of that glorious highway.

Isaiah 35:

The wilderness and the dry land will be glad;
The Arabah (desert) will shout in exultation and blossom
Like the [a]autumn crocus.

It will blossom abundantly
And rejoice with joy and singing.
The glory of Lebanon will be given to it,
The majesty of [Mount] Carmel and [the plain] of Sharon.
They will see the glory of the Lord,
The majesty and splendor of our God.

Encourage the exhausted, and make staggering knees firm.

Say to those with an anxious and panic-stricken heart,

“Be strong, fear not!
Indeed, your God will come with vengeance;
The retribution of God will come,
But He will save you.”

Then the eyes of the blind will be opened
And the ears of the deaf will be unstopped.

Then the lame will leap like a deer,
And the tongue of the mute will shout for joy.
For waters will break forth in the wilderness
And streams in the desert.

And the burning sand will become a pool [of water]
And the thirsty ground springs of water;
In the haunt of jackals, [b]where they lay resting,
Grass becomes reeds and [c]rushes.

A highway will be there, and a roadway;
And it will be called the Holy Way.
The unclean will not travel on it,
But it will be for those who walk on the way [the redeemed];
And fools will not wander on it.

No lion will be there,
Nor will any predatory animal come up on it;
They will not be found there.
But the redeemed will walk there.
And the ransomed of the Lord will return
And come to Zion with shouts of jubilation,
And everlasting joy will be upon their heads;
They will find joy and gladness,
And sorrow and sighing will flee away.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016


Yesterday's few verses in Proverbs included this, which I want to share:

Righteousness guards the one whose way is blameless - Proverbs 13:6

I read that, which is similar to a few other Proverbs I've read recently, and this time I asked the Spirit how this was so. How it worked.

He immediately reminded me of another verse that I have often found noteworthy:

Like a sparrow in its flitting, like a swallow in its flying,
So a curse without cause does not alight. - Proverbs 26:2

This verse will mean nothing to you if you do not believe in blessing and curse and the power of both. Some people believe in curses but have no faith in the power of a blessing, and others believe the other way around. I believe in the power of both... and I believe what the Bible says:
I call heaven and earth to witness against you today, that I have set before you life and death, the blessing and the curse. So choose life in order that you may live, you and your descendants... - Deuteronomy 30:19
Death and life are in the power of the tongue - Proverbs 18:21
But no one can tame the tongue; it is a restless evil and full of deadly poison. With it we bless our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in the likeness of God. - James 3:8-9

This, then, could lead to fear, for we all know that people can and will say things against us... which is, I think, why God wants us to know this truth:
Like a sparrow in its flitting, like a swallow in its flying,
So a curse without cause does not alight. Proverbs 26:2
Righteousness guards the one whose way is blameless Proverbs 13:6

What righteousness is God talking about? I believe it is both kinds:

1) The righteousness that we inherit because Jesus paid the price for our sin and "became to us righteousness" "so that we might become the righteousness of God". This is a position of righteousness that becomes ours through faith which we receive as a gift.

2) The righteousness that we walk out "in fear and trembling" as we are transformed and learn to be holy in our conduct through the power of His grace. This is the constant changing in our life that is a result of His Spirit and life within us, for as Paul says, how can the one who has received the righteousness and grace that Jesus gives continue to walk in sin?

These two sides of righteousness are important to understand, for one without the other isn't complete.

But oh, the promise and security that Proverbs says is available to those who rest in the righteousness that Jesus gives us and walk in the righteousness that His grace leads is in!

This righteousness protects us from the schemes of the evil one!

Wednesday, September 07, 2016

He dreams better...

God's voice has been more clear to me lately, and one of the results has been that I now take a walk almost every morning. You see, I've known that I needed to do it and get more exercise, but finding the time has been difficult. Or rather, it was until two weeks ago when I was praying about it. I was (to be quite honest) sort of complaining to God about not having the time, when He stopped me with this:
You could take a walk in the time it takes you to play a game of Solitaire on your phone, and you find time every day to do that.
I've taken a walk every weekday since.

I like to talk to Him while I'm walking and listen to see if He'll tell me anything. So this morning, as I walked past the house two doors down that's empty, my imagination started running, "God, it would great if a family moves in who..."  You know that kind of dreaming, right?  You know just the sorts of neighbors you want. You know just the sort of people you want your kids to meet and make friends with. You know just the sort of people you want to meet and have as friends.  At least we think we know.

So after I indulged in a bit of dreaming, I chuckled to myself at my flight of fancy and said to Him with a bit of sarcasm, "Father, I'm rather good at dreaming, aren't I?"

He said,

"Not as good as I am."

And He was entirely serious.

I laughed in delight at that! Where do I think I got my tendency to dream? From the One who said:
Let us make man in Our image. - Genesis 1:26

I'm not the only one who loves to dream of amazing things, for He said:
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." - Jeremiah 29:11

The most wonderful part of it is this:
[He] is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask or think. - Ephesians 3:20

Unlike me, He has the power to make His dreams come to pass. All I have to do is use my freewill and give Him the sovereignty in my life so I'm not getting in His way.

"Many are the wonders You have done, the things You planned for us." - Psalm 40:5

Saturday, September 03, 2016

Our understanding vs. His...

I wanted to share what I received this morning from my four verses in Proverbs. (See yesterday's post.)  /// 

This is what the first two of today's verses in Proverbs were this morning:

Proverbs 3:
5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And do not lean on your own understanding,
I've known that verse all my life, I think, but for some reason I realized anew this morning that it's warning us that our own understanding will be telling us something contrary to what trusting in the Lord will require. It's not going to "make sense" to trust the Lord. Why else would the two be presented as opposites? /// 

And “Leaning on” means “trusting”, right? What if we switched them?                                

Lean on the Lord with all your heart,
And do not trust in your own understanding.

That sort of makes the verse sink it a little more, I think!

The second verse is, I think, confirming how we know that God is involved... that He's not standing back away from our circumstances. Obviously, it would be worthless to trust someone who wasn't involved, right?
6 In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He will make your paths straight.
But it says that if we are acknowledging Him, then He has promised to “make our path straight.” Acknowledging Him is giving Him the glory and lordship of your life. Remember, verse 5 referred to Him as "Lord."

It's more than just saying, "Yeah, that's God up there. I'm acknowledging His existence." It's acknowledging that He is Lord - Master - of Your life. If I've done that, then He's promised to step in constantly and repeatedly and graciously and faithfully and make my path straight!

In other words, my making Him my Lord makes Him actively involved in my life and circumstances, in the same way that a servant moving from the home of a bad master to a good master makes that good master actively involved in that servant's life and circumstances.

Thus, I can trust Him completely instead of trusting my understanding of how things are going and what the outcome looks like it would be if my own understanding was reliable.

I hope that blesses someone else other than me!

Thursday, September 01, 2016

Just a bit...

I wish whatever people follow this blog could know and see and hear everything that I have been experiencing since my last post. And yet, when I think about writing it out, I find a hesitation... that not all of it is meant to be shared... that the time is not right... that I don't yet have the words. And then I wonder if those are just excuses because I'm too busy.

Lord, please grant that I may follow Your leading ever and ever more closely!

And so today, I have just a small little bit to share.

Many of you have probably heard of the routine where you read a chapter in Proverbs every day, corresponding to that day of the month.

I've done it a few times in my life, but when I tried it again last month, I found myself feeling like I was trying to absorb a waterfall of wisdom with a teacup.

And then the Lord gave me an idea.

Instead of reading the whole chapter, read just the first 4-5 verses.

So that's what I did. I pondered them. I asked Him what they meant. I followed references and wrote in my journal about what the Spirit showed me.

And I got so much more out of it!

Now that it is a new month, guess what I'm doing? Yep, I'm picking up in verse 5 or 6 (depending on how they're grouped... it doesn't matter, of course, if I re-read a verse!)... and I'm reading to verse 8 or 9.

Do you want more wisdom? Do you find a whole chapter difficult to get a lot out of? Maybe this method will work for you, too.


Saturday, July 23, 2016


Have you ever had God surprise you out of the blue with something that you weren't even seeking?  /// 

That is what has happened to me this week. I walked around a corner that I didn't know even existed, and I am overwhelmed by what I see. /// 

Monday morning I somehow wound up watching a message that John Bevere gave. (Anyone who knows me knows how unusual that is, to find me watching a well-known preacher, for I have, for most of my life, been a 'get-my-revelation-straight-from-the-Bible-with-the-Holy-Spirit's-interpretation-and-spare-me-the-worries-of-being-deceived-by-a-human's-interpretation' kind of person.)

But the message was about the fear of the Lord, and it was centered around a verse that I "found" a few weeks ago, though I didn't realize it until half way through the message.  You see, a number of weeks back, I'd been listening to my Bible-on-CD mp3 recordings while I worked, and I stopped in my tracks when I heard this:
The Lord confides in those who fear Him;
That word "confide" just blew my mind.  To think that the Lord would confide in a human!  Though He did with Moses and Abraham and Daniel and Paul and others throughout the Bible. The key was "those who fear Him," but I didn't think too in-depth on that at the time. I was too overwhelmed just with the thought that God would confide in a human.

That was the NIV translation so I looked up the NAS:
The [h]secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him; - Ps. 25:14
You share your secrets with those who are very, very close to you. You share your secrets with those you trust. The mere idea of God sharing His secrets with me just floored me!

So perhaps that is what led me to watch this message entitled "Who God Shares His Secrets With" this past Monday... it's about what the fear of the Lord really is, but for me, it also touched on so many other things related to questions I've had and revelations I've received... and I took great comfort from the fact that so much of what he said was Scripture, Scripture, Scripture. And all of it scripture that I know very well and didn't have to go looking up because I was thinking, "Does it really say that?"

But that led to me listening to another series about the Holy Spirit, and he was reading scripture after scripture after scripture in Acts... the Spirit said this... the Spirit did that, etc.  I realized how often I have read over various verses and attributed the action to God the Father rather than the Holy Spirit... even when the verse specifically says "the Spirit."

And that led to.... truthfully, I can hardly trace the paths God has led me along this week. If I could, it would probably bore you. Suffice it to say that I have found myself talking to Him almost non-stop.

I worshipped almost the entire day yesterday (one of the benefits of having a home office) until I found myself overwhelmed and weeping in joy at 1:00 am last night, unwilling to stop and go to bed.

I am finding different questions I've struggled with for years brought to mind, and I sense Him whispering that the answer is near.

My hunger for more and my peace in where He has me right now are simultaneously and paradoxically surging to new highs.

He is bringing to mind various spiritual experiences that He's given me over the last 30 years of finding Him. I been given the interpretations of tongues... but it's been a year or more since it happened and was only occasional before that. I once woke up in the middle of the night to hear Him saying, "Get up and praise Me" so I did... and what followed was the most mind-blowing and powerful hour and a half in His tangible presence that I have ever experienced. But that was a couple of years ago.  He's now whispering to me that these do not have to remain just occasional happenings... they can become my normal.

So last night I was sharing with my husband in that words-tumbling-out-I-can't-keep-this-in-anymore sort of way.

And I think the entire week led up to these words that spilled out of me:
Sometimes we say how we wish we could walk and talk with Jesus and see Him and talk to Him face to face. And yet, Jesus said that it was to our advantage if He left so the Spirit could come. He said it was better for us.

And yet we still talk as though it would be better to see Jesus face-to-face. What arrogance! To think we know better than Jesus!

So what does this mean?

If it really is better to have the Spirit as we do now than to walk and talk with Jesus as the disciples did, then think of how much most of us today are missing! 

It's staggering how much we're missing! 

I sat there totally overwhelmed with that revelation.

We are meant to have more than we would have if we were walking next to Jesus. 


I suddenly felt bereft... because I suddenly realized that I'm missing out on something I was meant to have. Lots I was meant to have. Lots that God has for me.  For you.

But my God finishes what He starts. He would not show me this vista of amazing-ness without arranging for the grace that will lead me into it...where the fear of the Lord opens the door to the secrets of the Lord... and permits me to understand and partake of the ways of His Spirit... and keeps me safely humble and submitted... for I know that to embark on a discovery of More without humility and the fear of the Lord is horribly dangerous. Because the more blessing and favor I see in my life... the more life-changing revelations I receive... the more supernatural experiences I have... the greater the temptation to pride becomes.  I cannot explain how much my soul trembles at the thought of discovering the reality of what God has shown me this week... and then becoming proud over it! It's almost enough to make me want to back away. The danger is so great, for I know how weak I am when it comes to pride. And yet the yearning in my soul for that More is so strong that I cannot resist His call to "Come and trust Me."

And so I will go. I will throw myself upon His grace to keep me humble. I will rely on His Spirit to teach me the reality of everything He gave me a glimpse of this week. I will continually ask for His grace to obey each direction He gives me and rest in His mercy when I stumble. I will quiet my trembling soul before Him, and shaky step by shaky step, I will embark on the path that I now see around the corner.

Will you join me?

With arms held high
Lord, I give my life
Knowing I'm found in Christ
In Your love forever
With all I am
In Your grace I stand
The greatest of all romance
Love of God my Saviour....

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