WORD FOR TODAY

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Nuptials is kind of an old fashioned word that isn’t used much anymore.  Like marriage itself, it sometimes appears out of date.  Today we rarely hear the word used except pertaining to a pre-nuptial agreement.  Apparently the original agreement to love, honor and serve wasn’t enough.  Now there must be a precursor to the wedding vows – which includes what will happen to the joint assets once the marriage falls apart.  Talk about planned obsolescence.

The term nuptials originated from the Latin word, nuptialis, which means weddingToday the word seems almost archaic, but we still hear phrases like, “still glowing in nuptial bliss,” or the nuptials will take place at the Lutheran church.

So many things regarding marriage and weddings has changed over time.  In the early years of the twentieth century, many men and women were getting married younger. They didn’t have long courtships.  Men were going off to war and wanted to solidify the relationship before they left.  Many of them didn’t return, leaving young widows behind.  Weddings were often planned by parents of the bride and groom. Today, they take a back seat until the bills come in.  Many couples try each other out first to make sure the relationship is going to work out.  There are those today who are so busy they must resort to finding a mate on line.

I guess when you think about it, times don’t really change that much.  In the old days wedding receptions were held in decorated, cleaned up barns – something that seems to be making a comeback.  Maybe there’s a need for nostalgia once more.  As to finding a mate, men would sometimes send for a mail order bride to wed without meeting her before the big day.  Often couple were betrothed (another good word) before they were old enough to walk.  Parents arranged marriages for those they felt were suitable.

There are some things that should be said about marriage in any time period:

  • Keep God at the center of your relationship.  He is the cord that binds the two of you.  He will be with you through all the ups and downs. He will lift you when you grow weary and carry you when you can no longer walk.  He is the perfect partner in every nuptial.
  • It is a serious commitment.  Sometimes there is little thought that goes into what it takes to have a solid marriage – one that will last a lifetime – one that will survive the tests of time and the joys and tragedies of living.
  • It’s hard work. Don’t kid yourself.  Every relationship requires work, especially if you’re going to spending so much time together.
  • There will be problems.  There will be times you want to throw in the towel.  There are moments of frustration and disappointment, yes, but there are also moments of joy, elation, hope, dreams, goals to meet together, sharing your love with each other and bringing new life into the world.
  • Compromise is necessary.  There will be times when you believe you are in the right, but in order to keep peace you will acquiesce to keep it.  This doesn’t mean you will be stepped on or hurt in the process.
  • Put the other person first. We often hear about Christ being the bridegroom of the church and how willing he is to sacrifice for her even to the point of death.  We, as the bride or church, must have that same unconditional love for our spouse.  It won’t always be easy, but so worth it.

Mark 10:8-9 “and the two shall become one flesh. So they are no longer two but one flesh. What therefore God has joined together, let not man separate.”

 

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WORD FOR TODAY

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People often ask me how I come up with things to write about each day.  For the most part, there is no rhyme nor reason to it.  I write things about Christianity, aging, living in troubled times, going through difficulties and sometimes I just pick a Bible passage or thought from a sermon I recently heard and go with it.  Today I’ve chosen to write about the word, “imbroglio.”

It’s not a word I often use.  In fact I can’t remember ever using it, but it kind of rolls off the tongue.  For some reason this word popped into my head this morning, so I decided to look it up.  Some of its synonyms include – entanglement, altercation, a complicated situation. The word has a combination of origins from the Italian word, imbrogliare, which means to entangle and the Middle French word, embrouiller, which means to embroil.  It actually conjures up ideas of the tangled web of deception and lies we weave when we’re led to believe a certain way.

Now that I know the meaning and the etymology of the word I can use it in a sentence.  “The state of division in our nation has caused nothing less than a bitter imbroglio.”

I don’t usually like to rant.  I’m not an argumentative type. I actually gave up ranting for Lent, but sometimes I have strong opinions about politics and the cacophony of confusing noise that runs rampant in Washington.  I try to keep my opinions to myself, but some things simply must be said.

What I’ve seen since the last election is a party that simply won’t give up on destroying a sitting president with a litany of lies, scandal, investigations and fake news.  It seems as though they have become nothing but sore loser.  I’ve seen what this division in opinion has done to those who have been friends for years.  They’re trashing their friends for disagreeing with them.  I’ve seen families split for the same reason.  I’ve also seen things occurring within the congress that are making us look like fools in the eyes of the world.

Yesterday, as we do every Sunday, we prayed for our governing officials.  This is something we’re directed to do by God.  He is the final judge – the original law maker – the only One we can rely on to bring order out of chaos.  As I prayed, I was reminded of all our presidents from the beginning of our founding.  Each one was flawed in some way.  Each one stood up to criticism and name calling.  Each one entered the office promising to protect and defend our nation and the Constitution.

We may not have agreed with them.  We may think they are corrupt or in it for themselves.  We might love the man or hate him.  Yet the president is still the voice of the people who elected him. Our current president is certainly not above reproach, but he has done more in a very short time to do his job the way he promised to do it.  He is doing his best to fulfill those promises in spite of daily attacks on him.

As you pray today, for your own needs and the requests of others, remember to keep our elected officials in your prayers too – particularly our president and his family.  God has slowly been written out of our daily lives by the powers that be.  It’s time to bring Him back into the equation.

Dear, God, King of Creation, we entreat you to watch over our country.  Keep our leaders in the palm of your hand and guide them in the way you would have them go.  Help us to heal the wounds that divide us.  Nothing as insignificant as a difference of opinion should cut us in half.  I believe that you still live in the hearts of many who inhabit our country.  Restore our zeal for you.  May our patriotism be rekindled and may we once again put you first.  Amen!

 

 

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SUNDAY THOUGHT

“A man can no more diminish God’s glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word ‘darkness’ on the walls of his cell.”

C.S, Lewis

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AM I LOSING IT?

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Have you ever felt like you’re completely losing it?  I know part of this has to do with the aging process, but I can recall days in my own childhood when I thought I was going a little crazy.  There were those days of turning from a child into a woman, when hormones were raging to heights they had never gone before.  There were the years of learning and wondering if I ever would get it.  The years as a young wife, adjusting to the idiosyncrasies of her young husband who left his laundry on the floor and rolled up the toothpaste tube, not to mention leaving the toilet seat up after using it.

Then came the children. Each one with their own set of needs, demands, goals and dreams.  Each one would call on every ounce of energy, patience, nurturing and love you could muster.  As they grew, more and more demands were made on your brain, your emotions, your desire to do what was necessary to be a good parent. Even then, you create wonderful memories amidst the worry.

As time wears on we tuck those experiences away in our memory bank for future reference.  The things we learn through experience, through suffering and hard times, through successes and failures can all be part of growing up and growing closer to heaven.

When the children leave the nest, you  reignite your relationship with your spouse.  You make new memories by traveling or taking up a hobby.  All those old memories cease to be for the moment.  Your brain has reached capacity and in some cases it’s ready to crash.  Still you press on to fill it further with more and more information, more joy, more satisfaction.

Retirement years in this day and age are usually met with financial needs, physical concerns, eating right and getting enough exercise.  You realize you need to continue working or you might starve, but you know God will provide.  He always does.

When Alzheimers or Dementia occurs, you are no longer the same person.  Most of your latest memories have faded from your brain.  Eventually you don’t recognize those you love the most.  That is the point where you dig deeply to find just one memory and you can only recall the earliest ones.  I believe this is like a life preserver for those who suffer with these maladies.  God always provides hope for those who feel all is lost.  In those old memories, you still have something to live for.  You can recall some of the highlights of your life.  It’s like a soft pillow that cushions some of the pain of losing it.

No matter where God leads us in life – no matter how difficult times may seem – no matter how we wonder if it will serve any purpose – God has designed every life to fill an important part in the design of His magnificent plans for us.  We may at times feel like we’re losing it, but in the end we will always win!

“Even to your old age I am he and to gray hairs I will carry you.
I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save.”

Isaiah 46:4

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JULIE’S FRIDAY FUNNY

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WALLY’S FRYDADDY FRIDAY FUNNY

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BACK IN THE GROOVE

You have all probably seen Paul’s paintings on my blog.  Occasionally I’ve posted some of his carving work.  After he was diagnosed with cancer (now in remission) and endured a small stroke, he put the chisel and hammer aside for a while.  Yesterday, he began to work on a huge chunk of wood which we couldn’t let go of when we downsized a few years ago.

We moved a lot of wood along with us .  There was so much, I wondered if he would ever be able to carve through all of it.  It was such a blessing to see him in our backyard, doing this again.  If he does manage to create art with all the wood he’s accumulated, he should live to be about 950 years.  I guess he’d be in good company, since Noah died at that age and  was quite a wood worker himself.

So Paul got back in the groove yesterday and so did I.  After planting some more flowers and giving the house and myself a good clean up, I did the same.  Last night began rehearsals for the sequel to the play I performed in last October.  I am the same character – a fussy old lady who manages all the social events at the church.  This time she’s the wedding coordinator.

Both of us got our share of exercise and brain stimulation – more than we’ve had in quite a while.  Its good to get back into the groove.  Each of us has our own ways of doing that.  I hope the Lord will continue to bless us with good health so we can push forward.  All things we do while we inhabit the earth should be to His glory.  He also wants us to make the most of the time we have.  Paul is now 77 and I will join him next month.  We don’t know when we’ll take our final breath, but we are confident that with God, all things are possible – even in doing the things we most enjoy in these final years.

Today Paul is a little sore from using muscles that hadn’t been.  I was glad to get through almost three hours of rehearsal without collapsing – which I actually must do in this play.  Still he just left for the plein air class he teaches and I’m sitting here writing my blog. We press on for the prize.

 I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”  Phillippians 3:14

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HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF THIS?

put-a-pillow-on-your-fridge-day-1Starting somewhere in Europe and migrating to the U.S. in the early 1900s, this ridiculous tradition is supposed to bring good luck to your house.  I’ve often placed pictures on my fridge along with lots of magnets containing contact info I may need.  I usually place things that don’t fit in the cupboard or pantry on top of the fridge, but never a pillow.  Do you suppose that’s why I haven’t had an abundance of good luck lately?

Isn’t it funny how these crazy days surface?  You can find a strange holiday for every day of the year.  I don’t put much stock in this one.  I prefer to place my pillow under my head when I sleep.  Can you imagine the looks you’d get if you had one on your fridge.  First of all, would anyone notice?  I know I would, but I wouldn’t dare say anything.  Maybe, “nice pillow, up there on your fridge!”  Maybe trying to ignore it, but my eyes would always return to the top of that kitchen appliance.  I suppose, because it’s a warm place, a cat might enjoy snuggling up on it.  They usually like to snooze in unusual places.

It certainly would be a conversation starter.  I can hear it now.  “We used to put a pillow on our fridge too, until we discovered that the warmth from it caused the ice cream to melt.” or “I’ll bet that’s a convenient place for someone to sleep when you have too many house guests and not enough beds.”

Who would think to make it a good luck charm?  Must have been a leprechaun or a witch, or a pillow salesman.   I never put much stock in four leaf clovers, horseshoes, rabbits’ feet or other superstitions.  I still avoid walking under a ladder however.  You never know when something might fall on you.  With my luck, it usually does.

So as we observe another crazy holiday remember this – when all the world is crumbling around you – when your luck seems to have run out – when you’re willing to do anything for a run of good luck – put a pillow on top of your fridge.  Or pray!

 

 

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MY WRITING JOURNEY

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It has been almost three weeks since I finished my novel.  I set it aside before beginning one of my final edits. You may call it procrastination.  You might think of it as fear of failure.  It could be considered a breaking down of the barriers that bind.  For me it was a time of rest.  I really needed to step away from this work for a while.  My mind had actually turned to mush and was getting confused and obsessing over detail and timelines.

Perhaps when I return to it next week, I will have thought about it more and decide to make some changes which could lead me down a completely different path.  When I wrote the last sentence, I felt good for a number of reasons.  First I had actually finished the story.  Next I had completed it in the necessary number of words.  I felt good about the places my characters decided to take me.  I struggled with them at times, but most of the time they won.  I came to a point where I felt that I rushed my ending and I believe I will still have to work on that.

In also discovered some things about myself.  I am a dedicated writer – maybe not a great one, but I know how to discipline myself to write every day.  Each morning I rise with the sun and prepare my daily blog.  Usually this includes writing a piece of poetry to go along with my husband’s art work.  I then write either a spiritual or humorous piece, depending on how I’m feeling at the moment.  I usually spend about two hours writing every day.  Consistency gets you into the habit of doing something at a certain time and in a specific place.

I, like my husband, was brought up in a different time and place, where work ethic was essential.  Discipline is necessary. Consistency and order are part of our every day existence.  Paul has been an inspiration and a good example, because he paints every day.  Some might say we’re chasing the wind.  There is no material gain in what we do, but it’s something we both need to do.  An artist – a musician – a writer – a dancer – an actor all have this inborn desire to practice their art.

It could well be that I will die in front of my computer screen and he will cease to be while painting his final masterpiece, but we will go to heaven knowing that we used the gifts that God gave us, not only to satisfy our own needs, but to inspire and touch the lives of others with our work.

A few more days and I’ll turn the first page – again.  In the meantime, I’m still trying to decide the most efficient way to get my book in print.

 

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FEELING CRISPY

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There are some days when I feel full of energy and ready to leap tall buildings with a single bound and then I realize that I’m almost 77 and my cape has long since worn out.  It’s then that my thoughts of conquering the world get set back on the shelf and I start to act my age.

When we reach this point in life, many of our friends have already gone to heaven.  All our worldly goods are now considered antiques.  We crash at 8:30 PM and rise at 5:30 AM.  We put our teeth in a cup, our eyes and ears on the nightstand, roll out of bed with vigor, but are soon reminded that our muscles aren’t what they used to be and spend half an hour trying to stand upright  Your body has lost the battle with gravity.  Everything hangs about five inches lower than it used to.

Some folks refuse to grow old gracefully.  Some are determined not to grow old. Some even try to upgrade their appearance with plastic surgery, body sculpting, makeup or a myriad of options to make themselves look younger.  Other folks decide to go with the flow and let nature take its course.  Many give up and actually grow older faster.

I think growing old requires a good sense of humor.  For example, I ‘ve been struggling with hearing loss for a number of years.  Hearing aids are not an option because of the cost.  So I strain to hear the right words, but often fail.  A couple nights ago, our neighbor was cutting his lawn.  He’s a limo driver and has to do things like this at odd hours.  My husband said, “Joe is mowing his lawn in the dark,” and I thought he said, “Joe is glowing in the dark.”  I had to get a good look at that so ran to the window.

Last night, I was watching TV downstairs and Paul was upstairs.  He asked me what I was watching and I said, “Antiques Roadshow.”  He thought I said “Antique Road Kill.”  He’s also losing his hearing, but won’t admit it yet.

We do a lot of hollering at each other, but we find a great deal of humor in some of the things we say or hear.  We could instead become frustrated or grumpy about it, but it really is funny when you think about it.  Being crispy isn’t so bad.  When we reach heaven, we have the opportunity of being well done.

Dear, Lord – You have sustained my life for a long time now. You’ve given me strength when I need it; patience when things seem overwhelming; hope when it looks like nothing will ever be right; faith when I lack it; and perseverance when I think I can’t go on. Help me, in my old age, to put my focus on all you have done for me and give me the stamina to press on to heaven where perfection waits for me.  Amen!

 

 

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WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER

One day a year, we honor those who have served their country with dignity and honor – those who have put their lives on the line for the benefit and safety of others.  A selfless act which has somehow been sullied over time.

Just what does it take to consider yourself a veteran?  My husband served in the Air National Guard at the time of the Bay of Pigs Invasion.  He entered this branch of service, served six months of active duty and summer camp for six year following.  He does not consider himself a veteran, because he did not go the regular route and serve all his time at once.  I appreciate his humility, but in my eyes he is still a hero.

During that time of active duty, his unit was called along with others to get to their bases immediately and be prepared to take off in the darkness of night, to fight the communists in Cuba.  They were told to run stop lights getting there.  The urgency in the order sent chills up his spine, but he knew he was prepared.  They waited – and waited – and waited.  At last they were sent home when an agreement was made between the countries involved.

My husband never faced the enemy in war.  He never had to watch as his friends as they were shot and killed or lost limbs and the will to go on.  He never suffered PTSD.  The stories of his time in the Air Force are not filled with anxiety, hatred, anger or fear like so many of our returning soldiers who faced combat, but still he was willing to serve his country if need be.

We have friends and family who have returned from Korea, Viet Nam, the Middle East – scarred by their experiences.  There is no way to explain the pangs of hell a soldier must face each time they enter the combat arena.  They are exposed to all kinds of emotions and danger that we can’t begin to comprehend.  When they return home, they suffer from nightmares, flash backs and memories of horrible acts against humanity.  These are the veterans we most talk about. 

Then there are those who are MIA or POW who are never heard of again.  We remember their service, but they soon become a faded memory.

What about those who return home to protesting mobs, angry pacifists, and an onslaught of ingratitude?  Where is their honor?  They filled their duty as good soldiers.  They were as much heroes as those who gave their lives.  They returned to a sea of hatred which far surpassed the enemies they had to face overseas.

Do we give our veterans the honor they deserve?  If you follow the path of those requiring health care because of a war injury or PTSD or the results of chemical warfare and living in the heat of battle each day, you often find them waiting for long periods of time for treatment, or not getting the best.

We live only a few block from a campus which once served an asylum for the mentally disturbed.  It sits on the banks of the Rum River, surrounded by trees and the sound of nature all around.  The buildings have been vacant for many years, but are now in the process of being restored to be used for homeless veterans, who need a starting off point to get acclimated back into society.  I’m so glad this is being done for them, but saddened that it comes to that.

Our returning soldiers should be honored for their service, but they shouldn’t be the last to be hired.  Their unselfish service seems to have no bearing on getting jobs, shelter or mental and physical treatment.

Jesus was the perfect example of how we should live, but He is best known for his suffering, death and resurrection.  He did battle against the evils of this world and won. His victory over sin and death is our great heritage.  He took our place on the battlefield against the devil.When we make a sacrifice to help another person, we are in a small way imitating Him.  Today and every day, let’s be grateful to those who are willing to give their lives for others.

 

 

 

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WALLY’S FRIDAY FRYDADDY FUNNY

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JULIE’S FRIDAY FUNNY

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REMEMBER

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It may have begun somewhere in the late 1960s or early 1970s.  We were winding down a seemingly endless war in Viet Nam.  Women fought for equal rights.  Segregation was still an issue.  We had a national scandal which caused a president of the United States to resign.  The comedians of the day were Phyllis Diller and Don Rickles who spent their monologues ragging on everyone.  Movies now had “R” ratings.  The sexual revolution was well underway.  It seemed that the days of “Father Knows Best” were over and replaced with dysfunctional families with dads like Archie Bunker.

Folks became numbed with illicit drugs.  The three martini lunch was the menu of the day to cinch a deal.  Space exploration was still in the news, but now people were becoming more concerned about the state of our own planet and focusing on ways they could control things like climate change.

Somehow the basics of religion were tossed aside in favor of self-reliance.  The Ten Commandments became outdated.  The Bible was just a book of myths and stories. In fifty years, this would lead to a nation who no longer felt the need to go to church – a population that didn’t trust government officials – a land where family was a thing of the past – a country that no longer put their trust in God.

A nation united by years of struggle and war was showing signs of decline and a slow but sure death.

As we approach Memorial Day, we need to get a handle on what this country was founded on – Judeo/Christian principals, strong work ethic, the sanctity of marriage and family, the opportunity for anyone to succeed.  We have truly been blessed to live here, but we cannot forget our history.  It’s the story of who we are and how we came to this place in time.  Good or bad, we learn from the past.

Blood was shed, lives lost and families made the ultimate sacrifice to defend the values that were set down by our forefathers.  Memorial means remembering.  Let’s never forget the price paid for our freedom.

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THE FRAGILITY OF LIFE

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A normal day in the life of me, usually consists of writing my daily blog at 6 AM.  A few household chores follow.  Yesterday I ventured out to do my weekly grocery shopping, which has become less than a fun task.  Moving at my age has become less than fun.  In the afternoon, Paul and I planted some flowers and laid some mulch in our backyard.  By the time we finished, it was 3 PM and  time to retrieve our granddaughter for a short visit.  She would have supper with us and then be off to do some volunteer work with special needs kids.

I love being with this lovely sixteen year old who once referred to me as her favorite grandma – on her mother’s side.  There are times, as with any sixteen year old, that those times aren’t so lovely, but that’s a whole different topic.  As we sat down to dinner, the news was reporting an abortion ban protest taking place in our city.  This sparked a conversation on the topic of that very thing.  Our granddaughter goes to a secular high school and is exposed to both sides of the abortion coin.  We discussed the fact that a woman had a right to make a decision about her own body, but also hers wasn’t the only body to consider.  This young lady is very strong willed and I’m glad she is.  It’s tough having opinions that conflict with your peers when you’re a teen.  She truly believes in the right to life.

Shortly after dinner, we learned that a mutual friend was experiencing the trauma of having their granddad airlifted from a car accident with life threatening injuries.

It was nearing 7 PM and the effects of our gardening were wearing on Paul and my aging bodies.  Aches and pains were settling in, as seems to be the norm these days.

This morning, friend Julie is on her way to be with her newborn grandson who was rushed to hospital with a high fever.

All of these incidents, occurring in just a matter of hours, has me thinking about how very fragile our lives are.  Life is so short when you think about it.  We take each day as it comes, but we rarely think about what difficulty we might face.  For the Christian, we know that life never ends. Our death is merely the beginning of a perfect life.  Still while we inhabit the earth, we struggle, we hurt, we get sad, we try and sometimes succeed while other times we fail and beat ourselves up.

Every day should be treasured, not because it’s a time to do things right, but because it’s a time of grace allowing us to share God’s love with others.  In living our lives to that end, we’re doing what God wants us to do.

If you aren’t making use of every day, you’re losing massive amounts of opportunities.  You’re simply existing.  You’re just going through the motions.  Starting today, think of each day as the first day of the rest of your life.   Be ready to accept what is thrown at you and turn it into something beneficial for someone.  God made each one of us with unique and wonderful talents and gifts.  Our lifetime is designed for us to use each of those gifts for the benefit of others.

Thankfully, our God is in the midst of each day.  He’s there to pull us through  to pull up our boot straps, to push us forward and to stand beside us all the way.  When we can no longer stand, He will carry us.

 

 

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SURRENDER

surrenderWhen we think about the word “surrender” we naturally assume a sort of giving up – giving in – acceptance.  When the white flag of surrender went up at Yorktown, it signaled the ending of the American Revolution.  Almost a hundred years later the American Civil War came to an end as Generals Lee and Grant shook hands.  I watched the last episode of the PBS series, “Les Miserables,” Victor Hugo’s tale of the beginnings of the French Revolution.  The same thing occurred to Jean Val Jean and his nemesis as they both eventually surrendered to death.

I recently began reading a book – “The 21 – A Journey into the Land of Coptic Martyrs,” by Martin Mosebach.  It refers to the mass execution of 21 Christians by ISIS on February 15, 2015.  The book is published by Plough Publishing House.  The event was video taped for the world to view.  All of these elements point to one thing – surrender.  The background on each individual killed that day is chronicled.  We see how this inborn willingness to die for what they believed was instilled at a very early age.

As I think about this I wonder if I would have the strength, the courage, the willingness to give up my life – my all – to defend my faith.  How about you?  It’s easy to say we would die for such a cause, but to actually do so might be a different story.  Jesus told His followers and us today, to take up our cross and follow Him.  That is the first step to surrendering completely to God.

Our crosses in life can include things like broken relationships, depression and anxiety, fear of failure, lack of self confidence, inability to face the every day problems of life.  We can be paralyzed by grief, lack of self control, desire, addiction and all things which weigh heavily on us – like the burden of an old rugged cross.

For Jesus, the cross included all the sin of mankind from the beginning until the end of humanity.  He gave up His throne in heaven to carry that burden to His death.  Shouldn’t we also be willing to die for Him?  We know the outcome.  He was resurrected on the third day and lives and reigns in all eternity.  We have the same promise for our life after death.

Still, I can’t help but wonder, if push came to shove, would I be able to put my life on the line for my Jesus?  As I discussed this with a friend the other day, she gave me some great insight.  All of our suffering, whether physical, mental, spiritual is for just a short time.  In the end there will be joy.  That little while can be a few minutes or a lifetime.

1 Peter 5:10 says, “And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.”  I would guess that the outcome would far outweigh the little while of suffering.  We have the assurance that life doesn’t end at death.

Surrender doesn’t have to mean giving up.  It can also mean letting go and allowing God to do what He has already planned for us.

 

 

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AND HE DIED

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Methuselah was an old, old man when God finally took him to heaven.  For 969 years he stumbled around the planet.  He raised a family, saw them grow into adults, had grandchildren and great grandchildren.

And then he died.

So what did this man accomplish in that time?  We often look at a normal lifetime as between 70-80 years.  We try to cram as much as possible into that short span.  We attempt to make a name for ourselves, provide for our families, leave some kind of legacy.

And then we die.

Noah was 600 years old when he finished building the ark.  Everyone thought he was a crazy man.  They laughed at his project.  They laughed when he talked about rain which would engulf the earth.  They had never even experienced rain.  They watched as he an his sons worked away on this giant ship which was to house two of every kind of living thing and all they could do was make fun of the old boy and wonder.  Then the rain came.

And they died.

How much do you plan to pack into your lifetime?  I’m getting close to the end of the line and I sometimes think I’m going to be the next one to kick the bucket, but I know that God has work yet for me to do.  That being said, I also don’t know when He intends to end my life, so the work continues.

And then I’ll die.

But I will rise again!

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SUNDAY MORNING

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God set this day aside as a time to rest.  He had a pretty busy week prior to the final day of creating the world, the universe, every living thing.  He established night and day and placed all the stars, planets and constellations in the heavens.  He divided the land from the sea and carved majestic landscapes, gardens and flourishing plant life within them. Then He created man in His own image and gave him a lifetime companion from the man’s rib.

For most of us, we’re lucky to get through a 40 hour work week, take care of household duties, make meals and spend time with family.  We often complain when we have to put in overtime hours.  Some of us can’t stay awake much past nine o’clock.  When Sunday’s roll around, we’re ready for some rest.

If you really want to find some quiet time – a time to connect with the King of creation – spend an hour or so in His house.  He’s waiting for you in His holy sacraments.  He speaks to you through the Bible.  The beautiful music, the glorious sanctuary, all the trappings of a church enhance the experience, but the truth is this is a time reserved just for you to be with God.

Why not try it?  Once you make up your mind to give God that early Sunday morning time, you will find true rest.  The coming week will take on new meaning.  You can face it with the confidence that God lives in you, through His Holy Spirit.

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MY WRITING JOURNAL

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I am learning a lot about myself through this writing process.  I’ve discovered that I’m very goal oriented when I put my mind to it.  I’m also realizing that some of the things I write are totally off the wall and out of character for me. Is that normal?

This week I took someone’s suggestion and let the novel lay for a while.  For three months I’ve been at it every day.  It consumed a greater part of my time, which was OK, because at the moment I have a lot of that commodity.  Soon things will pick up again as rehearsals begin next week for a show I’m performing in July. During this time of letting things rest temporarily, I’ve been exploring different possibilities for publishing my masterpiece.  I have received a few suggestions on that, but seem to get more and more confused as to what’s best.

I’m sure every writer is convinced that their work is great.  I’m not there yet.  I have been through the book so many times, that I often forget where I am and lose chunks of time and chronological order.  That’s another reason I had to set myself apart from it for a while.  In the meantime, I’ve sent the manuscript to my sister in Tennessee.  She will give me her honest opinion, I hope.  One reason for sending it to her was to make sure I didn’t lose it again.  She is the only one I trust to read it at the moment, because she also has encouraged me to follow this path all my life.

There is a feeling of accomplishment with each step of the writing journey.  The final goal is to get it into print so people can read it.  I try not to get hung up on grammar and all its rules.  I try to write dialogue as it would be spoken.  Yet there are so many things I’m probably doing wrong, but maybe doing it wrong isn’t wrong at all.

I have a group of friends I meet each week and they’ve done a tremendous amount of encouraging.  They are my powerhouse of motivation.  That and the fact that I’d really like to succeed at this writing stuff.  So stay tuned.  Please feel free to share your own journey.  I need all the help I can get.

 

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WHO DO YOU TRUST?

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In the late 1950’s a television show hosted by Edgar Bergan, the ventriloquist, made its debut.  After a few months a young Johnny Carson took over the job.  The show was designed to pit three married couples against each other as contestants.  Each of the couples had unusual occupations or interests. The show was originally called “Do You Trust Your Wife?”  The emcee for the program was Ed McMahon.  The working relationship between Carson and McMahon would go on for the remainder of their careers.

Trust is a huge word, that is much too often flung around carelessly.  Phrases like, “You can trust us to get the job done,” or “Trust me,” or Why don’t you trust me?” are spoken daily.  We’re often told to trust our own judgment – trust our instincts – trust someone completely – place our total confidence in another because we trust them.  Our government wants us to trust them with our health care, our education, our laws, our military, our every day cares and many of us have lost trust in that same government.

So who do you trust?  Even in our personal relationships trust can be crushed or totally eliminated by one word, one thought, one false move.  When I was teaching theatre classes, it was extremely important to build trust within the acting ensemble.  We did so with various “trust” games.  One person would lead a group of blindfolded followers.  The leader had to maintain that sense of trust to the others, so they would follow knowing they would not be led into danger.  Another would require one person to stand in front of the other and without looking back, fall backwards into the waiting arms of the other.  Once the circle of trust is broken, it’s almost impossible to repair. These same games are used by corporations to build a tight network within their organizations.

We go through life believing in things, in people, in philosophies, in religion, in the tangible and intangible.  We were created to help one another, but once sin took over, that was shattered as well.  The bond that once was solid is now crumbled like a piece of paper that has lost its value.  We feel useless, helpless, bullied and unimportant.

So who can we trust?  The world’s religions have become diluted to suit the needs and desires of the flesh.  Relationships don’t always last, because people don’t seem interested in working at them.  Respect for life on both ends of the spectrum has become a joke.  Socialism has become the soup du jour.  All of these things and more have been slowly disintegrating our values over the years.

When things get so out of control there’s only One we can trust completely.  He never changes.  He’s consistent to the end.  He loves unconditionally.  We can believe fully in what He’s done and will do in our lives.  He won’t give up on us, even when we turn on Him.  He won’t disappoint, discourage, destroy.  He has always been there and always will be when we ask for His intercession.  I wouldn’t have a problem falling backwards into His arms, because I know He will always catch me.

 

 

 

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