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Entertaining Angels – Part Two

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.  

Hebrew 13:2 KJV

After spending what I’m sure was a wonderful week or more in California, I hit the road back to Colorado, this time taking the southern route through Arizona.  Despite being late September, it was a brutally hot day as I drove towards Phoenix.  Along the 10 freeway in this part of Arizona, there are few exits, and even fewer places to stop for gas, food, or the bathroom.

As happened on the way to California in my previous post “Entertaining Angels – Part One”, I saw a figure walking in the distance along side the freeway.  And I knew.  I’d be picking this person up, too.  Only he wasn’t hitchhiking.  He was trodging, head down.  And he was in trouble.  Even though the temperature was pushing 110 degrees, as I pulled up next to him I could see that he wasn’t sweating.  He was beet red and he was panting and he had no belongings, no water.  He was wearing probably all the clothes he owned, including a heavy jacket.  The sign for the next place where there were “services” indicated it was 10 miles down the road.  I drove along side him with the window open telling him he needed to get in so I could get him cooled off.  He was muttering to himself.  I finally drove a little in front of him, got out and opened the car door telling him to get in.  He did but he told me it wasn’t a good idea.  I was busy wetting down a towel and some fast food napkins and putting them all over him, so I didn’t care if it wasn’t a good idea.  I made him drink water.  With all my years of experience as a nurse to help me, it wasn’t hard to determine two sobering things.  One, this man was less than an hour from death and would not make it to the next gas station.  And two, he was deep in the throes of paranoid schizophrenia.

I wasted no time in getting back on the road with the AC cranked to maximum and heading for that exit while the man sitting beside me had a conversation with someone unseen about how no, he wasn’t going to hurt me, because I was helping him.  I sped up.  He was rocking back and forth telling me to hurry because he didn’t want to hurt me.  I kept encouraging him to hang in there, that it would just be a few more minutes, and told him to keep drinking water.  Man, I was nervous.  I was just praying that if I had to die that it would be quick and painless, but asked if I was going to get a prayer answered, let it be that I could just get the guy out of my car and to safety in time.

That was probably the longest six minutes of my life.  But we made it.  He had started to sweat by then (as had I) and wasn’t nearly as red, and he jumped out of my car as soon as we hit the gas station.  I gave him some money.  And I got the heck out of there.

No deep spiritual lesson in this one.  Just that sometimes doing the things the Lord wants you to make you reeeeeally uncomfortable.  I don’t know if either of these men I stopped to help ever made it to their final destinations, but I do know that both of them helped me along my way to mine.


Entertaining Angels – Part One

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.  

Hebrews 13:2 KJV

I have a long and, well, colorful, if you will, “relationship” with hitchhikers.  I was not brought up to pick up random people off the street, but I learned at a youngish sort of age that my path would often lead me to places where I would do just that.

My driver’s license was not even dry yet before I had my first experience with a hitchhiker.  It was dusk and I was driving alone down a long stretch of road.  The road was chain link fenced on both sides and I was the only car on it.  I passed a young man going the same way as I with his thumb out.  Without a thought I drove right past him.  Women alone in cars don’t pick up strangers, right?  But I immediately felt the Lord prompt me that I should have offered the man a ride.  I made a U-turn as soon as I could to go back, but the man had disappeared.  To where?  There was no one else on the road, and there was no way to get off the road.  I had thoroughly missed an opportunity.  And I decided that in the future, if I could help it, I would not let that happen again.  Over the years I practiced listening to that prompting and picking up people that I felt I was in the right place at the right time to render aid to.  I never felt much in the way of hesitation.  Until eight years or so ago…

Instead of flying on my annual September pilgrimage from Colorado to California to visit my people, I was driving this time.  The sun was just rising as I crossed from Colorado into Utah.  I found myself alone on the vast expanse of the freeway winding my way through the high desert.  Off in the distance I saw a figure walking along the edge of the road.  “Please Jesus”, I begged, “please don’t make me pick up someone out here in the middle of nowhere.”  I slowed down as I drove past him.  He looked pretty rough, was unshaven, and was barefoot.  I kept him in my rear view mirror so I wouldn’t lose sight of him as I briefly argued with God, ultimately pulling over and stopping about 200 yards in front of him.  He walked up to my window as I was tossing things into the back seat from the passenger seat next to me.  He was rather incredulous as I told him to get in and asked where he was going.  I knew full well this guy might be in my car all the way to Los Angeles.  Offering him a ride stretched even my usual calm reserve about picking up hitchhikers.

No, I don’t remember his name.  He was on his way to Phoenix and I told him I wasn’t on a schedule and offered to take him there.  He declined that offer.  We decided on Moab.  A big detour, but what the heck.  As we talked I learned that he’d been trying to get to Phoenix from the East Coast for months.  It had been a huge struggle.  He’d walked most of the way as few had been willing to stop and pick him up for more than a few miles at best.  His shoes wore out some time ago.  He hadn’t bathed in weeks.  He was hungry.  He had absolutely no money.  His little kids were in Phoenix and it had been years since he’d seen them.  We ate breakfast out of my cooler.  When we got to Moab, we went shoe shopping.  I gave him money, offered one more time to take him to Phoenix, and prayed with him.

But none of that was all that important.  After he first got into my car, he told me why he almost couldn’t believe that I’d stopped for him, and it’s truly amazing…

“I slept out in the desert last night.  I was cold and I was wet.  It was the worst night of my life.  I was feeling desperate, and I was feeling so angry.  This morning I stood up and raised my fist to the sky and shouted at God at the top of my lungs…WHY WON’T YOU SEND SOMEONE TO HELP ME?????  That was fifteen minutes ago.”

This man learned that God sometimes answers prayers immediately, even ones that weren’t asked in the nicest way.  And I learned that I never want to forget what it felt like to know that had I not listened to that voice I would have missed out on the opportunity to be the almost instantaneous answer to that desperate shouted prayer.  Now, instead of waiting to hear the voice, I ask God if I’m supposed to pick up this or that person.  I even offer rides to some people who are not asking for one.  Part Two of this particular story takes place on the way back to Colorado on this same trip.  Stay tuned.  (Click HERE for Part Two)

But don’t tell my dad.


God Puts His Fingers In His Ears

Often when reading the Bible, I learn something unexpected.  I recently was reading Jeremiah.  I have read this book before.  But verse 7:16 jumped out at me.  I don’t ever remember reading this before.  I won’t get into the context or anything, because I believe this verse stands on its own as well as in context.  This is God, speaking to Jeremiah:

“Therefore pray not thou for this people, neither lift up cry nor prayer for them, neither make intercession to me: for I will not hear thee.” (KJV)

INTERESTING!  There are times when God simply chooses not to hear certain prayers.  God basically tells Jeremiah, “don’t even waste your breath, dude.”  But also, he’s commanding Jeremiah to NOT PRAY.  Therefore, if Jeremiah would have prayed in that way when God told him NOT to, would he not have been sinning by doing what he was told not to do?


Unto Us…

In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world.  (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.)  And everyone went to their own town to register.  So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David.  He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child.  While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son.  She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.  And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night.  An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified.  But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people.  Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.  This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.  Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”  When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”  So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger.  When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.  The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.


Picking a President

1. I will vote for the most pro-life candidate, because God hates the shedding of innocent blood. Proverbs 6:16-17
2. I will vote for the most pro-Israel candidate, because God blesses those who bless Israel & curses those who curse them. Genesis 12:1-3
3. I will vote for the most pro-man-and-woman-marriage candidate, because God clearly establishes and defines marriage in Genesis 2:21-24
4. I will vote for the candidate who most closely believes that the purpose of government is to reward the good & punish the evil. Romans 13
5. I will vote for the most pro-debt reduction candidate, because the borrower is servant to the lender. Proverbs 22:7
6. I will vote for the most pro-work candidate because God says if a man does not work, neither shall he eat. 2 Thessalonians 3:10
7. Finally, I will vote based as close as I can on God’s Word, 2 Timothy 3:16-17, knowing that whoever gets elected, God is the one who puts men in authority. Daniel 2:21

(The above is not original material, it was taken with permission from a friend’s facebook page, and from the Bible)

Go.  Vote.  Pick wisely.  God always keeps his promises.


II Chronicles 7:14

“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”  ~  God 


Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient time.
Walk upon England’s mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England’s pleasant pastures seen!

And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England’s green & pleasant Land

William Blake, Poet, Words

Sir Hubert Parry, Music

ELP, Amazing Rendition of This Hymn

Did Jesus ever visit England?  You know, it seems very likely to me!



Good news of great joy…

    In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.)  And everyone went to their own town to register.So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.

    And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people.  Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.  This will be a sign to you:   You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

    Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,

    “Glory to God in the highest heaven,
    and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

    When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

    So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child,  and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.”

    Luke 2:1-20

     

    If not for Jesus’ birth, there would be no such thing as Christmas…remember this as you celebrate today.


Ruination

Then said I, Woe is me! for I am undone; for mine eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts.

Isaiah 6:5

One of my prayers for my team in the months prior to our going to South Africa and Swaziland, was that they would meet God in a way that they never had before and that they would be “undone” by their experience.  That *I* would be undone by mine.  I prayed that we all would be “ruined” forever for the Lord.  That we would never again be able to look at our own lives and at the world in the way that we had before.

My prayers were more than answered.

How can you look into the face of a woman who has lost most of her family members to AIDS and yet beams with the joy of the Lord and not be ruined?  How can you hold a child whose face shines like a new penny who, despite, at only four years of age, is the head of his household and is the primary caregiver for a 2 year old sister, and not be ruined?  How can you walk amongst hundreds of people, many who walked miles and miles and may have quietly waited all day to see the doctor at  a mobile medical clinic at a school to get “tablets” for various maladies that we can’t even imagine suffering from in the west, and not be ruined?

How can *I* hear “my kids” talk of the things they are saw, and smelled, and were immersed in,  and then listening to them talk about how they see God in all of it, and not be ruined?

As we drove away for the last time from all the kids we spent our time with, I listened to the quiet sobs of my American children who have been gloriously ruined, and I was undone, for I saw the King, the Lord my God, in that moment, too.

Woe are we.

Woe is me.

For we have been undone.


C.S. Lewis on Tyranny

“Of all tyrannies a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive.”

C.S. Lewis

Somehow I think that if C.S. Lewis was alive and living in the U.S. today, he’d be shaking his head at where our nation is heading.

I shake my head because we Christians should have done better, should be doing better, to meet people’s needs, to alleviate fear, so that they wouldn’t be clamoring to an all-too-ready government to “save” them.


Thanksgiving

O come, let us sing unto the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.
Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms. 
For the LORD is a great God, and a great King above all gods.
In his hand are the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills is his also.
The sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.
O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker.”

Psalm 95:1-6

In the midst of all the chaos and uncertainty that the world has to offer, the Lord is my refuge, my strength, and my provider, and for that, I am truly thankful.

May you all have the Happiest of Thanksgivings, or at least the most Thankful of Thanksgivings.


India Under Seige

By now most of you have seen the news of the attacks in Mumbai (formerly Bombay) by Islamic terrorists.  A tragedy whose proportions we may not truly know for days.  At this time there are 82 confirmed dead, and between 200-900 injured.  The target has been westerners (looking specifically for Americans and Britons), but this group has apparently killed whoever has come in their path, like the Anti-terror Chief, and the chef of the Taj Mahal hotel.

But do you know anything about the terror that has been going on in Orissa?  Most don’t.  I had only recently learned of the situation in an e-mail that had been sent to me.  I was searching for confirmation of the information in the e-mail, but there were no reports in the media to be found.  A few days after receiving the e-mail, a man came into my office for a vaccination.  He had recently returned from Orissa, India.  I asked him about what I had heard.  And he confirmed that the information that had been passed along to me was in fact true, and that the horror there is ongoing, and there are threats for further and more wide sweeping attacks planned.  In fact, what is happening in Orissa can only be described as a pogrom by Hindus against Christians and Catholics.

The pogrom apparently started in August of this year and is being perpetrated by two radical Hindu groups.  From what I can gather from the reports of various organizations (none of them “media”), it started as payback for the death of a leader.  A leader who was killed by Maoists (the communist party of India).  The Christians in Orissa have been beaten, burned alive, or hacked into pieces.  Nuns gang raped.  Churches and homes burned by the thousands.  Here’s a link to a blog which has chronicled some of the stories that came out of Orissa.  There has been a systematic attempt to wipe out all Jesus followers there either through death or unimaginable coercement to convert to Hinduism.

More than 500 people have been killed.  Ten thousand remain in refugee camps.  The violence has cooled in the past month, but these terror groups have promised that the calm won’t remain.  The Christmas season is the chosen time for these groups to attack.

This latest horror is not the first for the state of Orissa.  There were attacks a year ago, and a decade ago.  There have been attacks on both Muslims and Christians in the past 15 years.  But I had never heard of Orissa.

Why is it that the media hasn’t been interested in reporting this?  Perhaps with this new terror in Mumbai the media will begin to take a look at the other terror horrors being quietly played out in India.

Pray for the people of India.  Pray for those caught up in the violence in Mumbai, especially for those still being held hostage and the families and friends of them who sit and wait for news.  Pray for the Orissan Chrisitans and Catholics.  These are sad and dangerous times in India.


My Jesus Isn’t a Dead Jesus

There is little debate in scholarly and historical circles that the Jesus of the Bible actually lived.  What do we then do with that person of Jesus?  Some say that Jesus was a “good man”, a “prophet”, a “teacher, a rabbi”.  They place him in the same category as Siddhartha Gautama (Buddha), or Mohammed, or Ghandi.  They don’t deny his having lived, but many who say these things about him deny his being God. 

I ask this question…if Jesus claimed to be God but wasn’t, how could he be considered a good man?  And how could he have been a prophet if he himself didn’t even know who *he* was?  And what sort of rabbi lies about truth?  Either Jesus is God, as he claimed, or he isn’t.  He could not have been a good man, a prophet, or a teacher if he wasn’t.  If we are to be intellectually honest, we must admit that we cannot have it both ways.  We can’t embrace him on one hand and reject him on the other.  If  Jesus wasn’t God as he claimed, then he was a liar and led people horribly astray.  If he wasn’t who he claimed to be, then he was not only not a good man, but he was a very bad one.

The Apostles returned to their homes. But Mary Magdalene remained by the tomb, crying. Then she turned and saw a man who asked her why she was crying. Mary Magdalene soon realized that the man who was talking to her was Jesus Christ. Jesus had risen from death. Mary Magdalene was the first person to see the resurrected Jesus.  (John 20:10-18)

This verse in the Bible particularly strikes me as proof of the truth of what Jesus claimed to be.  If Jesus and his disciples cooked up the resurrection as a scheme, then they would have had Jesus first appear to men.  Women didn’t hold much of a place in that society, and certainly wouldn’t be considered good witnesses to an event.  And yet Jesus chose to reveal his risen self FIRST to a woman, and Mary Magdalene at that.  If Jesus wasn’t who he said he was, he picked a very socially unacceptable witness to his being raised from the dead.

But Jesus was a good man (a perfect one, in fact), and he was a prophet, and he was a teacher.  And he gave his life as the perfect and final sacrifice for our sins, for MY sins.  And to seal the deal to give his sacrifice the power to once and for all make us acceptable in the eyes of God the Father, he conquered death and was resurrected into life.

I rejoice because my Jesus isn’t a dead Jesus.

Happy Easter! 

… 


A Different Kind of “Big Give”

And he looked up, and saw the rich men that were casting their gifts into the treasury.

 And he saw a certain poor widow casting in thither two mites.

 And he said, Of a truth I say unto you, This poor widow cast in more than they all:

 for all these did of their superfluity cast in unto the gifts; but she of her want did cast in all the living that she had.

Luke 21:1-4 

One of the blogs I read regularly shares intimately of what life is like living in Zambia as a full time missionary with a young family.  I often can’t bear to hear of the physical suffering that exist there, but it inspires me to read about people who have given up the life that they know so that others can know life.  We have poverty in America, but nothing like the grand scale poverty that exists in so much of the rest of the world.  It seems like an overwhelming amount of work that needs to be done.  How can one person even make a difference?  I know that there are many people who don’t even know where to start when it comes to “helping”. 

Wanna hear about two little kids who aren’t overwhelmed?  Wanna read about two little American kids who made a difference?

Here’s a different kind of “Big Give” I’d like to share with you from the blog “Alive in Africa”.     

Click to read “The Tooth Fairy Would Be Proud“.

…and a little child shall lead them (Isaiah 11:6)


The hardest part isn’t getting out of the boat…

Sometimes God asks us to do really difficult things. 

Consider Peter.  He and other disciples were in a boat on the sea of Galilee in the middle of a storm.  Their small fishing boat was being rocked and buffeted by winds and waves.  They were in fear for their lives, but the boat was their little enclave of relative safety from the maelstrom.  Fisherman don’t voluntarily leave their boats for the churning waters.  Do they?  Not usually. 

But then they see a figure walking towards them in the waves.  It was Jesus.

24 But the boat was now in the midst of the sea, distressed by the waves; for the wind was contrary.

 25 And in the fourth watch of the night he came unto them, walking upon the sea.

 26 And when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying, It is a ghost; and they cried out for fear.

 27 But straightway Jesus spake unto them, saying Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid.

 28 And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto the upon the waters.

 29 And he said, Come. And Peter went down from the boat, and walked upon the waters to come to Jesus.

 30 But when he saw the wind, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried out, saying, Lord, save me.

 31 And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and took hold of him, and saith unto him, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?

 32 And when they were gone up into the boat, the wind ceased.  (Matthew 14:24-32 NIV)

Was it hard for Peter to step out of that boat when Jesus called him to?  I’m sure it must have been.  PEOPLE CAN’T WALK ON WATER.  I’m sure Peter was well aware of that.  😉

But getting out of the boat was the easy part.  Anyone can get out of a boat.  It’s the impossible tasks that follow getting out of the boat that are the hard part. 

Getting out of the boat takes bravery.

Walking on water takes faith and belief.

At times in our lives, God calls us to “get out of our boat”.  Some people do, some don’t.  God calls us out of our boats in order to do amazing things, impossible things, walk on water sorts of things, things that we simply could not do if not for Jesus.

When he calls you out of your boat, don’t be afraid.  Get out of the boat.  Then what?  Don’t look down.  Don’t look around.  Keep your eyes set on Jesus.  Don’t miss out on your opportunity to walk on water because you look down and see that you’ve been asked to do that what is for you the impossible. 

The end of the story has both Peter and Jesus back in the boat, and the winds are calmed.  We aren’t asked to do the impossible forever.  There is calm after the storm.


Unto us…

…a child is given.

May your Christmas be filled with love and joy.

And with the remembrance of our Savior’s birth.


Dreams and Sadness

Every once in awhile I get to dream about her.  I often remember my dreams.  I am lucky.  My brother would love to dream about her.  Or better, remember the dream if he had one.  Maybe I get the dreams because I remember them.  I hesitate sharing my dreams with Phil.  It’s hard on him.  He wants so much to see Connie again, even if it’s in his sleep.  But he’s told me he wants to hear about the dreams anyway, even though it wrecks him.  Grief is never far from us.

I got “a Connie dream” sometime on Saturday before rising.  I remember the jeans she was wearing.  I remember them because I was surprised she was wearing them.  She always thought they were “too tight”.  They weren’t, but she thought they were.

I also remember that she came to me to share something that had been on her heart. 

As Christians, we are taught that there is no sadness or grief in heaven.  Connie wanted to let us know that even though there is not “sadness” there, that she is not unaware of OUR sadness and that she has deep emotion about our grieving.  I have no idea if this is Biblically accurate or not, but it was comforting to me to think that she is perhaps able to see us and know that we miss her, and that she, having gone before us, is looking forward to the day when we will reunite again, and there will be no more tears.  I often tire of crying.  I cry so easily since she died. 

I have no idea how heaven works, except that the joy of being with our Savior must be beyond measure. 

One of my niece’s school friends, only 14 years old, died suddenly while at school earlier this week.  And the sister/daughter of friends of mine passed away Saturday after a long illness.  A friend of mine called me from work yesterday.  She was waiting for the family of a young husband and father who collapsed and died playing basketball to arrive at the emergency department so that they could be told of their loss.  One completely unexpected death, one not wholly unexpected death, and the death of man to whom I have no connection, has touched my life this week.  And Connie.  Somehow this “visit” of hers to my dream has comforted me. 

My heart grieves as each of these families is only beginning to deal with the loss of their loved one.  I can’t help but remember what these first days were like for me and my own family.

To the families of Megan, and of Jan, and of this unknown young man, you are in my thoughts and my prayers.

“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.” (Revelation 21:4)


Preacher Man

Do you like a good sermon?  Ever have time to listen to one online?  Wellllll, I recently received a link to two messages that were preached down at Mariner’s Church in Newport Beach, California, at FUEL, the 20-somethings group there. 

The preacher?  My little brother, Low!  If you care to listen, here’s a link:

FUEL

Low’s messages are from 5/17/07 and 5/24/07.

My little brother is a preacher man.  Wow.  Five years ago if you would have told me he’d be preaching like this today, I would have probably scoffed.  My brother…a living testimony to the power of God in the life of man.  (Wow)


A Simple Truth

I’m reading a really great book by Rob Bell called “Velvet Elvis“.  In it he discusses truth and how it can be found all over the place, even in places where we may not expect to find it.  Because Jesus is truth, and Jesus is fully God, and because God is EVERYWHERE, then truth, by extension can ALSO be found everywhere.

I was watching a TV show the other day and on it there was a card reading psychic.  She was talking about decision making.  While I’ve known what she said to be true, she put it sooooo succinctly.  When it comes to making a difficult decision you have two things to evaluate:

“What would fear choose?”

“What would love choose?”

The Bible tells us that God is not a god of fear, but is a God of love.  It tells us that perfect love casts out all fear

I’m not telling you this to give credence to psychics.  In fact I believe that because psychics get enough things right, and speak enough truth, people are drawn to them.  They are, however, not the good choice when it comes to getting guidance and hearing the TRUTH.  God IS truth and love, so why seek a psychic who only gets it partly right, and leaves the one true God out of the picture, or only gives Him lip service?  Why not go straight to the ultimate source?  No, I’m telling you this story to share with you from where our decision making should come.  It should not be born out of a spirit of fear.  It should be born out of a spirit of love.

When I look back on my life and tease out the really bad decisions I have made, I can directly link those decisions to fear.  The fear of one thing, instead of the love of another, was the basis on which every one of those decisions were made.

Now, go, and make good choices. 

And read “Velvet Elvis”, too.  It’s a super good book.

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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.”  (KJV)

Today is the United States’ National Day of Prayer.


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