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Posted 6/17/13 at 1:27 AM | Bindings: Reflections on Faith, Life, and Good Books
NOTE: A few months ago I shared an article about my friends, Melissa & Fletcher, and their marathon race to beat breast cancer. At that time, I prayed that one day soon I would write this follow-up article. Praise God, now is the time! You can read Part 1 at this link: http://blogs.christianpost.com/bindings/running-with-full-force-faith-melissa-and-fletcher-14105/
If you’ve ever run a marathon, then you know how satisfying it is to cross the finish line regardless of your place. In fact, most of us (by us, I mean “me”) are simply thrilled to finish the race; the only competition is your own previous record. Please don’t misunderstand here; I’ve never run a marathon in my life so I have no basis for which to judge timing in that regard. However, life is filled with marathons – races that develop our integrity, courage, and faith in God. Those are the races and finishing records of which I speak. FULL POST
Posted 6/10/13 at 1:17 AM | Bindings: Reflections on Faith, Life, and Good Books
School mornings in our house often leaned toward the hectic. (Hectic is a polite word for chaos.) Chris, my youngest son told me one minute before the bus came that he needed notebook paper...yesterday. "I gotta have it or 'else.'"
"Maybe Randy has some in his room."
"Uh, probably not."
"Well, I'll check." Although I knew that finding any thing useful in my older son's room was low of the probability scale, I entered.
"Never mind Mom, I'll just borrow some at school." Chris ran down the stairs two at a time. Drama! (Girls, do NOT have a market on this.)
"Have a good"...door slam..."day." Turning to leave the bedroom, I spied an electrical chord snaking from the closet. Odd, I thought...(I'm very perceptive, even early in the morning.) Why would Randy need electricity in his closet? I slide the door open.
Inside, a rug hung decoratively on the end wall. So, being the perceptive, early morning person that I was, I yanked it down. FULL POST
Posted 6/3/13 at 11:59 PM | Bindings: Reflections on Faith, Life, and Good Books
I curl up on my cot and pull out one of the books I brought to India. I like the title, For God's Sake, REST! by James Anderson.
India isn't your typical vacation spot, but in some ways, I feel as though I had to come here to get some rest! Life is indeed richly full—classes to teach, books to write, wedding to plan. As fulfilling as all these activities are, sometimes I need to step off the speeding train and take a rest at the junction.
For God's Sake, REST! Discovering the Pleasure of His Rest is a good reminder that God delights in the rest of His people. Rest is a gift from God and a gift I give back to God as a way to honor Him and show that I trust in Him.
God rested after creation, not because He was tired, but because he wanted to bring closure to His work. Part of that closure included reflection. His response: It is very good! Even at the end of each day of creation, He brought closure to His work by saying, It is good! "He had the power to cease His work. He controlled His work; His work did not control Him," says Anderson. FULL POST
Posted 5/15/13 at 11:40 PM | Bindings: Reflections on Faith, Life, and Good Books
During a trip to Maui, I walked across the street from our motel. As I breathed in the ocean air and gazed at the sights around me, I suddenly looked at my feet and noticed a pair of sandals resting in the dark red powdery dirt. I looked up and saw a monument, actually a shrine dedicated to the lost extinct island of Moku’ula, a place where royalty and the gods assemble and kings are nurtured. I don’t know if the owner of the sandals merely forgot them or decided to leave them in honor of the many Hawaiian gods, but if he were here I would tell him about another episode in history where someone abandoned his sandals in reverence to deity. Only this deity was not one of many false gods. He was the one and only true God.
The time was about five thousand years ago. Moses was tending his father-in-law’s sheep on Mt. Horeb. It was a typical day for the sheep herder. Minding his own business, he encounters a blazing bush which tweaks his curiosity. He wonders why the bush burns but is not consumed. Drawing closer, he sees a figure in the midst of the fire. He had run away from a king only to encounter the King. God calls his name from the midst of the bush, and Moses responds, “Here I am.” FULL POST
Posted 5/9/13 at 2:14 AM | Bindings: Reflections on Faith, Life, and Good Books |
Since the November elections, I cannot count how many people have asked me if we have entered The Last Days. For more than forty-two years, I have paid close attention to signs and seasons, and it appears that some great evil has been unleashed. Therefore, my answer is, “Yes.”
The most frequent follow up expressed concern – what will happen to America? It is my opinion; America is finished as a sovereign nation. The land remains, we find ourselves residents of something, and our US citizenship is dissolving into meaninglessness and transforming into a global villagers. As much as I appreciate Senator Rand Paul’s filibuster, we have exhausted all peaceful political solutions. The current government is driving us toward a borderless planet, and do not think it will honor its word not to use technology against anyone who resists the new global society, including American citizens. There is one thing left for thinking individuals – it is time to make an eternal decision. FULL POST
Posted 5/7/13 at 1:27 AM | Bindings: Reflections on Faith, Life, and Good Books |
Maggie found it difficult to get out of bed in the mornings. Activities that once excited her now left her drained. All she wanted to do was sleep. Even sex held little appeal. Food gagged her. Friends were boring. Whereas she use to go out frequently for lunch with her associates, now she just stayed at her desk and ate a sack lunch. Pulling deeper and deeper within herself, Maggie felt hopelessly lost, as if she were spiraling through a long dark tunnel with no hope of return. Her husband had tried everything to pull her out of her pit. He surprised her with a week-long vacation to Bermuda, but all she did while there was sleep. He brought her flowers and took her out to dinner for no special reason, “just because.” But Maggie gave no response. Finally, her husband threw up his hands in despair and sought help from a professional.
Like Maggie, many of us experience a form of depression at some time during our lives. It may be surface, resulting from a sickness, bad weather, a friend's death, or a cut in pay. We may feel down for a few days, but eventually we pull out of our pit and move on to higher, happier ground. FULL POST
Posted 5/1/13 at 2:51 AM | Bindings: Reflections on Faith, Life, and Good Books
A few weeks ago, as we came back from a shopping trip, a driver in a van ran a stop sign on a side road. He crossed the highway only a few feet in front of my husband and I, riding in our almost twenty-year old pickup. My husband hit the brakes. Grinding crash as we collided with the van anyway.
Our seat belts held, but eyeglasses flew off our faces. Shaken, we picked them up, thankfully unbroken, and exited the car. I was aware of slight pain in my ankle, but I was grateful to be walking. We all, in fact, walked away from the accident with no serious injuries.
From the beginning, as I got out of our beloved pickup, the front now bashed in, I was aware of sadness—sadness that not everyone knew the blessings we did. Drunk drivers in our area recently caused several fatal accidents. Nobody wishes for accidents, but if accidents happen, I wish all would end as well as ours did. I wish all knew the kindness of strangers who stopped to make sure we were all right, to act as witnesses, and to direct traffic until the police arrived. I wish they all knew the professionalism of the emergency personnel and the policemen who took charge and of the hospital staff who later checked out our bruises. FULL POST
Posted 4/26/13 at 2:27 AM | Bindings: Reflections on Faith, Life, and Good Books
Praise is infectious! I've discovered that people either succumb to the disease or are repulsed by it, cowering away into the shadows.
I became more aware of this during one of our Subaru breakdowns on Rt. 419 a few years ago. Chuck and I were in the car coming home after work when we experienced some engine difficulties that necessitated a stop.
A few minutes after getting out of the car, a man and his ten-year-old daughter pulled up beside us and asked if we needed help. Chuck explained the problem and the man offered to give us a ride home. Chuck accepted the offer and joined the man in the front seat, while I slid in the back with his daughter.
After exchanging cordialities, Chuck witnessed to the fellow who turned out to be a Mormon. I took my cue and asked the little girl about her church and beliefs. I reciprocated with info about my church and beliefs.
The comment that followed revealed great insight on the part of this young girl. She said, "You know, I used to visit a Baptist church with my grandma. I liked it. It seemed so alive! Our church seems so dead." FULL POST
Posted 4/23/13 at 1:57 AM | Bindings: Reflections on Faith, Life, and Good Books |
Your girl has been invited to the prom. It’s a great moment in her life; she dreamed of being a princess since she was little and she is certain this is the chance. You on the other hand, knowing everything that can happen on prom night have a bucket load of misgivings.
As you go dress shopping you find yourself silently praying, please don’t pick out the plunging neckline or the so tight dress it inhibits breathing. The last thing you want is the dressing room battle. Then negotiating the terms for the night, what friends she will be going with, how she gets there, where exactly does she go, and how long does she stay. That minefield is huge.
The boy that asked her, do you know him, his parents, or his expectations? Suddenly your imagination is out of control. You know everything that can go wrong at a prom will and your daughter will be smack dab in the middle of it. Your next logical step is to ground that girl until she is 25.
But don’t mom. This is a time of sanity. Before you shop, before you ask all the questions about the night making the appropriate rules talk to your girl. Not about the prom but about how much you treasure her, remind her how amazing she is. Make sure she remembers she should be valued and respected. FULL POST
Posted 4/19/13 at 2:18 AM | Bindings: Reflections on Faith, Life, and Good Books
Room 1011B. The room my dad shared with a man who was in bed, hooked up to oxygen, and who slept most of the day.
Oh, daddy, I wish you had a more lively roommate. Just walking past the man's bed was a challenge.
"Hi, Dad." I mustered a smile and feigned a cheerful voice. He was dressed and sitting in his chair. I leaned over and gave him a kiss. "My, you've combed your hair so nicely today."
My eighty-nine-year-old dad had trouble even dressing himself after a severe bout with pneumonia and a couple of mini-strokes. Whenever I applauded his efforts, his clear blue eyes twinkled and a slight grin formed on his face. He was getting his strength back, but painfully, I realized that at his age, he would never be the dad I remembered--strong, independent, capable of any task thrown at him. My hero.
The physical therapist stuck her head in the door, signaling time for some earnest work. I gripped Daddy's arm and slowly we walked down to the rehab room where other folks were "working out." Always one for humor, Dad joked with the therapist throughout the exercises. He seemed to come alive around other people. I was glad for that, not looking forward to when he would return home and sink back into his old routine of sleeping and eating. I hoped he would gain some motivation to use his hands and legs again when he went back home. FULL POST