If anyone in history had it made, it was Solomon. Then this happened:
“The LORD was very angry with Solomon, for his heart had turned away from the LORD, the God of Israel, who had appeared to him twice.”
Unbeknownst to the king, there had been some things in the works “under the radar”, so to speak, for many years. (One doesn’t generally get to the top of social food chain by making lots of friends; Solomon was, after all, a son of King David, a true man of war.) All of these situations could have been avoided: two had been providentially held in check, (1 Kings 11:14-25), and the other was actually instigated by God Himself (1 Kings 11: 26-39). All three were about to be unleashed because Continue reading “An ounce of prevention…”
God has such a sense of humor.
“God answered, ‘I will be with you. And this is your sign that I am the one who has sent you: When you have brought the people out of Egypt, you will worship God at this very mountain…'”
Why would God tell Moses that He would confirm this commission AFTER this little errand had been completed?
I repeat, God has such a sense of humor.
This comment marks the beginning of Moses’ courageous “but, God…!?!” speech. Not that I would have done any better, to be sure. I love that he begins at this most uninspiring place and ends up in the Hebrews 11 hall of fame, but that’s another story….
God graciously proceeds to give a few more confirmations: You will find Continue reading “But, God…!”
Our house is a hybrid of the do-it-yourself series, This Old House, and the hilarious movie from the 1980’s, The Money Pit. Never mind that my kitchen is probably from the 1950’s; we are evidently concentrating on the outside for the time being. At this writing, our fairly large free-standing garage is being resided to match the main house we re-sided not too long ago. A few months ago we had a friend put in a brand new concrete front walk, which necessarily included two sets of steps (we live on a small slope.) He’ll be out later for the back steps and the driveway.
Try cooking a Thanksgiving dinner in a 1950’s kitchen. At least I Continue reading “This Old House, the continuing saga…”
One of Bob’s brothers was a army paratrooper out of Fort Bragg. He then went on to get his M.Div. from Fuller in California. So somewhere along the way he was dubbed “the warrior priest”. (We still have a couple of his army jackets—your tax dollars at work…)
Evidently, English is not an easy second language to learn, but Richie mentioned how difficult it was to learn Greek and Hebrew. I can only imagine the hours he spent at a desk pouring over books and notes. It had to be an intentional positioning of his body and mind to make sense of all those squiggly marks!
So I have an increased respect for those who delve into the classic languages, and those who have sacrificed much more than time to bring us the Bible in our own tongue. Through the years, even I have picked up a few words here and there. I have a sweet gold necklace that Bob’s mom brought back to me from a visit to Israel that is my name in Hebrew. (At least, that’s what she was told; for all I know it could say “go home, Yankee pig”, but that’s beside the point.) Years ago, I Continue reading “Harmony, in any language.”
I think this is called Spiderwort. Such a weird name for such a cool plant, as I was not aware that spiders have warts—sounds like something out of Harry Potter or C.S. Lewis’ Screwtape Letters. It grows wild here in Missouri; you’ll find it along country roads or railroad tracks. Since I have some in my own garden, I observed its fascinating property of opening in the cool of the morning, and closing up shop in the heat of the day. Check it out:
It’s like this little wildflower knows its limitations and adjusts accordingly to keep itself safe and therefore more productive (and beautiful, I might add.)
If only I had such intrinsic wisdom….
Dr. Henry Cloud, in his brilliant book, Changes That Heal, also speaks Continue reading “The Wisdom of Wildflowers”
Let me just be clear about something—I hate exercise. When I was in high school, I went on a Young Life overnight 50-mile bike hike, 25 miles each day.
I remember the thought occurring to me that I could purposefully fall off the bike so that I could ride the rest of the way in the S.A.G. (Support And Gear) vehicle since I was certainly sagging, badly.
Certainly, it’s not the first nor the last time my innate lack of stamina has tried to forestall my resolution to physical fitness. But as a nurse, there is a certain hypocrisy that tries to shadow its demon self if I, at the very least, don’t keep trying. I preach it at my school, to my staff, to my Continue reading “Spiritual diabetes”
At this writing, I’ve just come in from sitting on my patio before going to church on a beautiful Sunday morning. I mean B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L. The sky has been swept clean (wish I could say that about my patio…), the birds are singing, the sun is coming up over the horizon, the trees are sporting their new greenery—I even have some new things planted in my garden. And I had a special treat this morning—two Canada geese flew overhead! Great!
We live in southern Missouri in what’s called a “fly-over zone”, so the geese are frequent residents in transit. But we also have a Continue reading “Expecting bird poop”
If Truth in Palmyra thinks he can throw down the gauntlet and get away with it, then I’m in! (And I hope, if you’re reading this, you are also!)
Here’s the meme he posted:
To which my comment included:
“How would I live now if I really embrace fully this concept? What would be different about my responses and concerns?”
Followed by his invitation of:
“That’s a good question…what’s the answer? You first.”
Here’s some beginning thoughts, but perhaps you might add a few more? I have referenced a several blogs specifically, but anyone can play, as long as we all play nice. (Actually, all Christians could use some insight on this one, so comments are welcomed and solicited.)
My two cents:
- If I’m made (created/designed) for another world, that must mean that I have certain otherwise “alien” (non-resident) capacities that are not considered “normal” for this place. (I should not be put off by modern-day usage of Acts 2 and 1 Corinthians 12-14, for example.)
- If I’m made (created/designed) for another world, I should not be taken aback when I am misunderstood, misrepresented, and/or mistreated.
- If I’m made (created/designed) for another world, that may mean that I have certain pit-falls, spiritual “kryptonite” if you will, that must be avoided at all costs, but doesn’t seem to cause any discomfort to those who are of this world.
Okay I guess that three cents instead of two. And perhaps I should stop, since I’m delving a bit deeper into the Superman analogy (that’s my husband’s blog…) But when you think of it, that’s what we are called to be, in a sense, naturally not of our own power but by the supernatural power from an Other-Worldly Source.
Call-outs to all, including but not limited to:
A Time to Share
Beyond the Map
Cookie Crumbs to Live By
Matthew Winters Ministries
AND LAST, BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST!!
Truth in Palmyra!
And blessings to all. –dawnlizjones