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Dance With the One Who ‘Brung’ You

It was hours before the new year of 2022 and this is the message God shared with me.

It was New Year’s Eve 2021, and no, I wasn’t out dancing. No where close. I was home in bed with covid. The midnight hour had struck and fireworks were no longer the cause of my sleeplessness. I was sitting up in bed with the jerks and jitters caused by a decongestant. Yes, the kind that knocks most people out. Thankfully, my covid case was not severe and honestly this night was the worst of it. Most of my misery was due to the medicine that promised a sniffle free, good night of sleep. Hmph.

I don’t know about you, but the new year is one of favorite holidays. It’s the exercise of taking stock of last year and making better plans for the next. It always includes a time of repentance and asking the Lord to reveal what He sees in my heart that doesn’t please Him. Repentance is not a celebration, but it’s the only way I know to start again with that clean slate. It should happen throughout the year, but for me December 31 is the perfect opportunity.

Combine the date with need for healing and I was sitting in the dark talking to the Lord with what felt like all my heart exposed. I began to tell Him the things I wanted to leave behind and not carry into the new year. Just as I was thinking God had heard it all, He would so gently peel back another layer to expose something else not perfect in me. We were digging deep and I was feeling lighter and lighter. If you have never experienced a time like this with the Lord, I can’t even put into words how sweet He is to the broken hearted. There is no comparison to being so honest with the Father who created you and knows your heart better than you. There is no benefit to hiding anything. No relief from excuses or sugar coating. Honesty and forgiveness flow in similar magnitudes. And you will finish with a refreshing, unmatched.

So as I was talking to the Lord about regrets of 2021 and longings for 2022, I was telling him in so many words, “I don’t want (fill-in-the-blank) in my life this year. I’m done with (another fill-in-the-blank)“. As God was shining His light on my heart, I was declaring that I was done with all these and they wouldn’t be following me into the new year.

I Had a Dream

That’s when I fell asleep. Still sitting up in bed, I had a dream.

I was on an ark. Yes, as in the Noah type. It was huge. If you have ever seen the replica built in Kentucky, it was every bit that large or larger. We were in an open water with no land in sight, partly because shore was too far away, but also there was a dark and turbulent storm. The waves were the largest I had ever seen, appearing tsunami worthy. The entire sky was dark and the wind was buffeting. The ark was heaved and pushed by the crashing water. Because of the size of the boat, there was no way to avoid the impact. The long broad sides taking the brunt of them, with drenching sprays over the deck. It was an epic storm.

I remember looking over the rail and thinking about the magnitude of the monsoon. There didn’t seem an end in sight, no bright sun piercing the darkness in the distance. We were in…the…storm. But, I also remember having absolutely no fear. None. It never crossed my mind that this ark would ever go down. No waves would break through. My courage was not a reflection of me or my heart, but a complete confidence in my boat. It was rocking and rolling but there was not a chance that it would sink.

I noticed the ark was beginning to take on water. There were puddles here and there, whether from leaks or overspray, I don’t know. I picked up a bucket to begin helping others dump unwanted water over the side. Scoop, dump, scoop, dump, scoop. Water was continually crashing over the side even as we continually threw it back. That’s when I noticed the age of the bucket. It was an old metal mop bucket, with a rolled edge rim, that had lost its handle long ago. It was dented and worn. I thought to myself this bucket has been dumping water for generations. Maybe my own great-grandmother could have used this very bucket. Passed down and still doing the job. How many people had used it before me? More than I could imagine.

Upon further observation, I saw this old Ark was just that. Ancient. It wasn’t sleek or new. The boards would have looked better with a little varnish. The water had “grayed” the planks. It creaked and popped and the decks were worn from lots of foot traffic and sea spray. It was built to last and the storms seemed to only harden the planks.

Now in my dream the rain was just a sprinkle but the waves were still massive. It was then I noticed something else in the water. A short distance away I saw another ark. In design, it appeared identical, but in size, it was a tugboat in comparison to our “cargo ship”. It was sleeker and “shinier” and just had that new model feel to it.

The new ark was extremely maneuverable. The large waves that were crashing into our large bow were surfed by this little ark. As the wave would come rolling in, the little ark would appear sailing through the tunnel and coming out just before the wave crashed. They could turn on a dime and seemed to out navigate the storm.

There were people on the little boat and they crowded onto the deck and seemed to have a destination in mind. They weren’t scooping water like me. From a distance they all appeared to be younger, hipper, and happy to be on the little ark. It almost had a party boat atmosphere, with laughter and refreshments all around. The boat in strength or size was no match for the waves but it’s movability kept it afloat. I don’t know it’s ultimate destination but it was clearly moving like a bullet toward me. I knew there was a place for me on this lighter and leaner vessel.

In the last seconds of my dream, I didn’t know if I would jump ship or not. But when the boat got close enough, I stretched my foot out toward it and pushed it away. I wasn’t interested. Still sitting up in bed, I woke myself up when I pushed with my toes and was talking outloud.

The dream was so vivid that I laid awake for some time thinking about the details. The next morning, every scene replayed in my mind. So, with my first cup of coffee, I began to ask the Lord what it meant.

Surprised by the Warning

It was a warning to me. The pictures so clear that I believe I need to share with you. Let God speak to you.

The large ark was the church worldwide. It spanned all the generations from the first church until now. When one generation laid down its work, the next would pick up the “bucket” and continue on. The church has leaks and puddles, worn paths, and waining luster. It has taken on wave after wave of persecution and tribulation. Sometimes we feel like all we are accomplishing is dumping the world’s water back overboard. The barrage of waves seems never-ending. But note, my fellow sailor, there was no chance the ship was going down. The waves were putting on an impressive show and the ark would rise and dive with the pressure, but there was never going to be enough power to topple or wreck the boat.

The Lord began to show me that the little ark, that looked just like the large one, represents the false teachers and prophets that are surfing all around the body of Christ. He reminded me of a well known scripture.

“For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions, and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander off unto myths.”

2 Timothy 4:3-4

Don’t they Wear Orange and Sell Beads?

All of my life, I have thought of these as strange cult leaders or obvious diversions from the true gospel. But when I read the Bible, they are called wolves in sheep clothing, deceiving even the elect, appearing in godliness, secretly bringing in destructive heresies, coming in Christ’s name, even miracle workers. They won’t necessarily being wearing a strange uniform or sitting cross-legged and chanting in the park.

They look like us. Little ark was in every way a small replica of the big ark. It wasn’t at war with the larger ark. It just came along side to pick up a weary traveler. Anything different was hidden, but my heart knew it wasn’t right. As I looked at it, I imagined myself hopping on for a quicker, easier, more thrilling ride. It wasn’t until decision time that I watched myself push it away with my feet.

When I looked up scriptures dealing with false teachers, I was amazed. Nearly every New Testament book issued a warning against them. And the warnings were to the believers, not some unknowing soul seeking “enlightenment”. The warnings were to those who called themselves Christians. Let me give you three of the many:

“O Timothy, guard the deposit entrusted to you. Avoid the irreverent babble and contradictions of what is falsely called “knowledge,” for by professing it some have swerved from the faith. Grace be with you.”

1 Timothy 6:20-21

“But false prophets also arose among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you, who will secretly bring in destructive heresies, even denying the Master who bought them, bringing upon themselves swift destruction.

2 Peter 2:1

For false Christs and false prophets will arise and perform signs and wonders, to lead astray, if possible, the elect.

Mark 13:22

In nearly every verse, these are described as deceptive teachers who infiltrate. 2 Corinthians 11:13 describes them as deceitful workmen, disguising themselves as apostles of Christ. Obviously, they are not afraid of the church. We are not exempt from their tricks. They come right in and work and teach. I didn’t see any sinful activity on the little ark, nothing obviously unChristian. Their deceptions are strong because they look like us, so how do we identify them?

Plant Your Feet in the Word

It was interesting to me that I used my feet to push the little ark away. It would have seemed more logical to keep my feet in the boat and use my hands. As I pondered that with the Lord, three scriptures came to mind almost immediately.

“As it is written, how beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!”

Romans 10:15

“And with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.”

Ephesians 6:15

“Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.”

Psalm 119:105

Do you notice what I noticed? Besides feet, it is His Word, the Gospel, that was mentioned in all three scriptures. The Lord showed me that it is His Word that will push away the false prophets and teachers in these last days. It’s the “good news, gospel of peace, and Your word”. Just as I used my feet to shove away this tempting boat ride, it will be the true gospel that will help us to turn away the counterfeit. You’ve heard the analogy, the best way to recognize a counterfeit dollar is to be throughly acquainted with a bonafide dollar. So digging deeper and deeper into the Bible will be our anecdote to the fake.

This leads me to my words that I was speaking when I woke up. I declared out loud, “I’m going to dance with the one who brung me.” Now, if I have ever said that in my life, I don’t remember. I don’t even know if I have ever heard it outside of books or tv. It is an old saying and has probably gone by the way of the “old school” dance. But it is a saying that I have heard. It refers to the idea of remembering who was there with you from the beginning and returning the favor in devotion. In other words, if a guy asked you to the dance, then he’s the one you dance with. He is the one who got up the nerve to ask you out, washed his car, maybe bought you flowers, and purchased the dance tickets. He chose you. It is just not right at that point to spend the evening dancing with another dude. In the south it is said, you dance with the one who brung you.

Remember the Joy of Your Salvation

What does this have to do with false teachers and prophets? It is a call to sticking with your first love. Remember the wooing of the Holy Spirit when you got saved? It is the wondrous grace and salvation of our Lord and Savior that brought us “to the dance.” He invited us, paid the price for us, pours out HIs grace and favor on us. He chose us. And He is the one who will take us home.

So why would it be tempting to walk the plank to a smaller boat? Well, His good news is simple for everyone and not reserved for only “certain seekers”. It’s been around for millennia. It might even seem a bit old school. Its new has definitely worn off. Matter of fact, it might even be your grandma’s religion, or great grandma’s. The body of Christ is bulky and always heading opposite the waves of this world. These deceptive ones offer you a ride on a sleeker, faster, newer boat reserved for only those who are in the know.

Warning

So, the warning was for me…and I think you. False prophets and teachers are here and they are coming. Jesus, Paul, Peter, Jude and others all warned us about them. Please understand I don’t think any of this is referring to new buildings or programs or new ideas in the church. God is a creator and He will always be creative, so new ideas should never be our enemy. I believe that God was referring to deceptive men or women who teach something so close to the Bible that we might not recognize the myths and perversions unless we have the true Word of God hidden in our heart. They didn’t bring you to the dance and they won’t take you home. John wrote in 1 John 4:1 “BELOVED, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, for many false prophets have gone out into the world.”

Stay in the ark of Jesus. Build your life on the foundations of salvation and all the teachings of Christ. Be filled with the Spirit. Study the stories of Old Testament heroes and how God worked in their lives. Memorize the words of Paul. Have your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. Heed the warnings written. Don’t assume you are above the temptation. Remember they disguise themselves as “servants of righteousness”. (2 Corinthians 11:15). And always build on the relationship you have with the Lord. Know Him. Listen to His voice. Wait before Him. Just you and Him.

Dance with the One who brung you.

Instructions for a Captive Daughter

He longs to set you free.

Hello Everybody! Maybe I should introduce myself… It’s crazy, but my last blog was July of 2020. Here I am sheepishly sitting down at my dusty desk to type again. Where have I been? “Uhhhhhh……. Well, see………. No, not covid related……” Let me cut to the chase, I’ve been right here, but not “write” here. No excuses, I just put down my keyboard for a short break that turned into a year. I’ve cleaned out closets, and drawers, took a few road trips and even flew to D.C., kept the books at church and actually subscribed to Netflix. Life. That’s what’s been on my plate. But let’s push the plate aside and jump into some sweet scripture that God gave me this week. So sweet, I just had to log back into my old friend, “JustBreadCrumbs.com”. Thank you for joining me.

Wake up, wake up, O Zion!
    Clothe yourself with strength.
Put on your beautiful clothes, O holy city of Jerusalem,
    for unclean and godless people will enter your gates no longer.
2 Rise from the dust, O Jerusalem.
    Sit in a place of honor.
Remove the chains of slavery from your neck,
    O captive daughter of Zion. Isaiah 52:1-2

I know this is a scripture rarely quoted or memorized. I’m guessing you may not even have this one underlined in your Bible. I didn’t either until recently. It was a scripture that the Lord had me read and reread until the words spoke to me.

It is addressed to Jerusalem, the captive daughter of Zion. It is a prophetic admonition to her people. And while I am not Jewish; nor can I boast of Jerusalem citizenship, I am a child of God. “For there is no difference between Jew and Gentile—the same Lord is Lord of all and richly blesses all who call on him,” Romans 10:12. This message called to me.

Wake up!

Wake up!! No one really enjoys those words. Here it is two times. Wake up! Wake up! Something needs to change. The Lord is calling us to be aware and come out of the fog. Clear the drowsiness and wipe the eyes. He has something to tell you.

“Clothe yourself with strength.” Well, this spoke to me that weak wills and timid convictions weren’t going to work here. Put your strong arms on. There are days and seasons in life that require strength. Teenage battles, sick parents, unjust bosses, or a husband that prefers football to family or wifi to wife. These take strength. Where do we get said strength? Yes, the joy of the Lord is our strength. His strength is made perfect in our weakness. And sometimes, as the Word here. You put it on. It’s available. You’ll never know how strong God has made you until you put it on. It’s that look at the giant in front of you and picking up the 5 smooth stones you have in front of you and call on the Lord while you swing.

“Put on your beautiful clothes, O holy city of Jerusalem.” So the Lord knows how to call out to the spirit and the flesh. Sometimes we have to get dressed. As a matter of fact, most of the time you need to get dressed. I’m not trying to start an argument here, but I can’t get serious about my day until I’ve got my clothes on. I’m not even talking about spiritual armor here, either. For me, that includes shoes; but I understand that’s optional. Are you caught in a trap of lazy days? You just can’t seem to get the house clean and supper made? Get dressed. Furthermore, God is saying put your good clothes on. Now, I know there are appropriate clothes for all occasions but sometimes we never find the cause sufficient to dress.

I’m a t-shirt girl and would never be described as fashionable. Honestly, my favorite outfit is elastic waist capris and a very loose top. But I can tell you that there have been times that dressing up just a bit has helped. It’s not just job interviews either. Often putting on your good clothes, brushing your hair, and a touch of makeup gives you just the confidence you need to meet your neighbor, speak to the grocery checker, or talk to your kid’s teacher. Don’t believe me? Wear a dress to the grocery store and see if you don’t get more assistance. Throw on a string a pearls and all of a sudden you have stepped into the polite society of Leave it to Beaver.

I’m not trying to be a “clothesline” preacher here, but sometimes life just requires us to put on our beautiful clothes.

You are the keeper of your gate.

God follows that with the declaration that “unclean and godless people will enter your gates no longer.” This was spoken to a city that had been ravaged by the enemy. Godless Assyrians had come and taken the holy things and taken many of the holy city into slavery. While we may not have lost homes or treasures to invading armies, some have lost hope and peace to the enemy. God may be saying to you, “Clean out your guest list.” Who are you letting in the gate? Do you have “friends” that are godless? I’m not talking about those you are actively witnessing to. I’m talking about those friends and maybe family that have the key to your door. They are always inviting you over to BBQ early Sunday or late night fun Saturday night. Church is never on the radar for them. When you try to talk about the Lord, they’re politely not interested. Maybe they continue to walk in the same addictions that you struggled to overcome the last 9 months and they bring that habit right up inside your gate. No more. Let me just throw this in here too. Your houseguests may be digital. How many teenagers have I prayed with over the years that sleep with their light on because they watch a constant stream of crime scene shows and a little paranormal here and there. God says don’t let them in to destroy. You are awakening to His call.

“Rise from the dust, O Jerusalem. Sit in a place of honor.” This is a dual action command. The first thing we are called to do is rise from the dust. This speaks of stagnation to me. You have sat in one place so long that not only does the Lord say, “Wake up!” but He also requires you to dust yourself off. Now yours might be a light dusting of nonuse of those talents or could be just straight up grime and dirt of sin. I don’t know and surely all of us have had both. Either way God says rise up out of the dirt and….”sit in a place of honor.” The NIV says, “sit enthroned”.

Followers of Christ have been given seats with Him. Jesus said He gave us His authority to cast out demons, heal the sick, and produce lasting fruit, among other things. Your place of honor or enthroned seat is just that. I am learning in life that authority has to be used. Our authority over satan will be tried and you will grow in strength and power as you operate in the authority given. Take your seat.

As Americans, haven’t we all wondered exactly what authority Queen Elizabeth actually has? I mean, she can’t “lop off their heads” as all the fairy tale queens could do. She seems to keep a “raised eyebrow” over the royal family, though there always seems to be an errant prince or princess. We don’t know her authority over England because she never uses it. She might make a speech or an appearance. I presume she will write a letter. But her authority is really questionable. I have never even seen her sit on her throne, have you?

That’s not how I want the devil to see me. He should be very aware of the authority God has given us. God says to us get up and sit down. Get up out of the doldrums of captivity and sit down in a seat of authority given by Him. This takes action and faith. Think about it. This captive girl has been sitting low so long that she’s gotten dusty. It’s gonna take some faith to stand, much less take your seat.

Then finally, the words that gripped me the most. “Remove the chains of slavery from your neck, O captive daughter”. This is where it got personal. You see, I have been on a quest to identify anything in my life that keeps me from pursuing God to the fullest. In other words, bondages. I am a Christian, through and through. I love Him, trust Him, and have a daily, rich relationship with Him. I am a daughter…yet, captive. As I sit with Him each day and in each circumstance, He is gently (oh so gently) showing me the shackles. I’m guessing you have them too.

Let me name of a few: fear (how many of our illnesses are linked to anxiety?), people pleasing (in a word, this is not possible as your ultimate goal), money (again, you’ll never have enough if you’re a slave to it), addictions (even the world will tell you this is bondage), and pride (no wonder God hates it). This is just a few. God has shown me others. If you ask, he will show you too. You will never take off a chain you can’t recognize. If you think pleasing people is a gold necklace around your neck, you will never yank off that shiny shackle. It takes real honest talks with the Father to see what you’re wearing. And I have never known a captive He didn’t desire to set free.

So allow me to encourage you. Wake up! Put on strength and wrap it in pretty clothes. Things are about to change. Clean your house of bad guests. Dust off the grime of life and take your authority provided by God. Then reach up there and break the chains that have suffocated you for years. You are free to be His daughter, no longer captive.

BELOVED, We are Gathered Here Today

Beloved. It’s not a word we use everyday…or ever. When I said it in my mind the only thing that sounded familiar was the title of today’s blog. We hear it spoken to all the family and friends gathered just before the bride and groom are invited to repeat vows . Or occasionally it is the beginning to a funeral service. The beloved are those gathered to say goodbye to the one they loved. Both are such solemn occasions. Beloved seems appropriate in such a setting.

But in this verse, it has a whole different emotion and audience.

“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine…”

Song of Solomon 6:3

Song of Solomon is a allegorical story of two lovers, a king and his Shulamite. It’s beautiful, even in my limited scope of understanding. She has little to offer and He is grand in every respect, “outstanding among ten thousand” (S. of S. 5:10). Yet, she sings with such contentment that she is all His and He is hers. Their love anchored with this word of endearment, “beloved”. I had to look it up.

It turns out the word beloved in Hebrew is dodi. Dodi is where the name David comes from. It actually comes from the word yadiyad which means beloved friend. Want to go a little deeper? Yad means hand and yadiyad translates hand and hand. Isn’t that a beautiful picture of friendship?

So the Shulamite describes their mutual love as an intimate friendship, walking hand and hand with her beloved friend. It blows my mind to imagine the Lord desiring that kind of relationship with me. Talk about a Shulamite, I really have so very little to offer HIM. We are truly unmatched in relationship. Yet, I am His and He desires me. Find that hard to believe? Read this.

“I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.”

Song of Solomon 7:10
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.

It’s not pity, tolerance, or good deeds that keep us together. He desires….me. I wonder if He might enjoy my strange thoughts and everyday observations. He may like my corny jokes or my painful attempts at the piano. I don’t know really. But like the Shulamite, I sing with gusto, “His desire is for me!” And of course, you.

Need more proof? Revelation 4 gives us a glimpse at the throne room. As the twenty-four elders lay down their crowns they say something that gives us a glimpse of God’s view of creation. I like the way the King James Version puts it:

“Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honor and power; for Thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.”

Revelation 4:11

You see? You and I were created by God for His pleasure. He enjoys you and me. He finds pleasure in watching over our lives. He knows our frame and has written our days. Yet, we are not some kind of Barbie doll that God plays with for His entertainment. We are so much more. This is all very real for Him. Remember God is so in love with us that He gave His only Son for our salvation and forgiveness. This is not a game. But we are His pleasure.

Think about your own children. You did not “create” them only to play with or to provide you with hours of entertainment. You gave birth to them and fell in love even before their first cry. I remember thinking, prenatally, I was holding the best looking sonogram ever scanned. He was the cutest fetus ever! My son has been my pleasure all of his days. Has every day been a picture of obedience? No. Every homeschooling lesson a beautiful exchange of questions and knowledge? HA! Not to mention potty training, monitoring social media, and eating your vegetables. There have been hard seasons along the way. But pleasure, yes he has been our pleasure all of his days.

That’s God. You may have shared some rough times and regretful decisions. He will forgive those. He created you for His pleasure. Spend your days and nights pleasing Him. Share a funny thought with Him. Tell Him the things you love about life. He enjoys you. Be honest. He loves to hear your feelings. A friend and I were talking today about the absolute freedom to our soul when we verbalize our feelings and worries to Him. Even in that, God finds pleasure. And you my friend, will find peace.

This love fest between Our Beloved and us is described so well with this verse:

“He has taken me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.”

Song of Solomon 2:4
Take a moment and imagine His banquet hall.

Allow me some imagining. God takes me, hand in hand, into the banquet room. Oh the delights to be discovered. The tables are laden with exquisite flower arrangements and crystal glasses and gold platters. My eyes are dazzled by all the colors and elegance. The food is beyond description and I wonder where He is going to seat me. Every table so interesting, where will He lead me?

It’s then I notice the banners. Above the grandeur of each setting, a banner displayed. Each one reads a different description. I read to my left and right, stand on my tiptoes, stretching and straining, looking over his shoulder to find the one where I might belong.

The first one I read is KNOWLEDGEABLE. Not exactly me. I can only wish as we pass by.

Next, WORK IN PROGRESS. Yep, that’s where I belong. I prepare to sit when I feel the Lord tug my hand harder. Well, I thought I was progressing.

Next table, CHRISTIAN Class 2. Probably… on a good day. The Lord continues to lead. No, this isn’t my table. Evidently there is a Class 3…or 12.

I’m getting a little discouraged. We walk past WEAK WITNESS. Thankfully. Although I’m sure the Lord knew that was an apt description of the friend with whom He held hands.

Then I saw it. FORGIVEN. I immediately attempted to pull out a chair. I don’t want to be noticed at the head of this table, but thankful that it’s true. The Lord pushed in the chair. It was not for me. Nonplussed, I had to ask. “Lord, surely I am forgiven. Please let me sit here.”

The Lord smiled and squeezed my hand. “Yes, you are forgiven, my daughter, but it is not for your sins that I know you. Come on.”

We then passed the banner MUCH AFRAID and honestly I know the Lord could feel my trembling hand. But that wasn’t my table either.

We were nearly to the back of the room. It was quieter there and not so distracting with glitter and glam. I knew these tables were more intimate and the arrangements were conducive to quiet times spent together. Tears and laughs would be shared. Such was the peace of this setting that i knew whispered conversations could be understood here. My feelings and questions felt welcome.

I was so thrilled when God pulled out my chair. My heart filled with anticipation as I plopped down and found the arrangement so cozy. My soul was at home. I was in this new place and my soul found rest.

The Lord had seated me at the perfect table. Of course He did. He knew exactly what I needed. I would never be happy under any other banner. I turned to the Lord with tearful gratitude in my eyes. “Lord, this is splendid. You have found my table. You know me, Lord. I didn’t even get the chance to read the banner. What is it, Lord? Who am I to You? What is my banner?”

I will never forget His smile as He turned my chair so I could read the banner. “You belong here, because my banner over you is LOVE.”

God’s Presence or His Plan?

What is key to successfully navigating this life? God’s plan or His Presence.

Good question.

I’m going to ask you a question that I felt the Lord was asking me the other day. I was reading about Gideon. Israel had been warned by an unnamed prophet that idolatry was the cause of their repeated defeat by the hands of the Midianites. It seems that every time there was a harvest, Israel’s enemies would swoop in and steal the fruits of their labor. It is the long told story of bully versus weakling. Israel was the weakling; and according to Gideon he himself was the weakest of the weakest clan in the weakest tribe of this weak nation.

You know how God sees the things we miss with our eyes wide open. He called Gideon “mighty man of valor” and challenged him to defeat those vicious Midianites. Did I mention this conversation happens while Gideon is hiding down in a wine press trying to thresh wheat? It always makes me smile to know God chooses the underdog.

This blog isn’t about Gideon though. It’s about the question. When God first assures Gideon that he can do this and be victorious, this is his promise:

“The Lord is with you, mighty warrior.”

Judges 6:12

Gideon responded with all his excuses. He was weak. His clan was weak. Blah, blah, blah…

“The Lord answered, ‘I will be with you, and you will strike down all the Midianites, leaving none alive.'”

Judges 6:16

There is something missing here. A plan. The Lord did not roll out a battle map on a large rock showing troops here and there spotted around the Midian encampment. No hidden weapon or secret information about their weak spots. It was just, “Do this. I will be with you.”

So as I sat at my desk and considered this, the question came to mind. “If you were going into battle against an undefeated enemy and you could only chose one or the other, would you want God’s presence or His plan?”

Yes, we often get both. Even Gideon received instruction after God scaled back his army and even told him the odd “weapons” that he was to use. I’m thankful that God has plans for me. But as I sat there talking to the Lord, the question was A. Presence or B. Plan. What do you choose?

Choose one.

I knew what Moses would choose. When God told him to go on into the Promise Land but He wasn’t going with them, Moses said no way. “If your Presence does not go with us, do not send us up from here.” Exodus 33:15. Of course that’s wisdom and the right answer.

But, honestly, I leaned toward the plan. How about you? How many times have you called out to the Lord, “What do you want me to do? I need a billboard with step by step direction. A sign in the clouds.” We know His plan will be successful and all that stands between us and victory is the Plan. Right? Right?

Yet, it seems that what the Lord promises over and over, as if it’s all we need (hint…hint), is His presence. Even Jesus when giving us the Great Commission, closed it with this:

“And be sure of this: I am with you always, even unto the end of the age.”

Matthew 28:20

So I am challenged and I hope so are you to think on this. Is my faith in the plan or His Presence. Do I think I can pull this situation off with just the right divine guidance? Am I comfortable going in my own strength as long as I know what God would have me do? Furthermore, can I just walk with Him as Abraham did not knowing where the road would take me, resting assured that His Presence makes it home?

I know you have situations. You’re breathing, right? How do I parent this child? How do I find a job when there are 20 million out of work? Wouldn’t you love a 12 Step Program to alleviate all marriage disappointments? A plan to lose weight, a plan to overcome shyness, a guide to build wealth and retire strong… It seems we just need the right plan.

Better than a good plan.

Actually, we need Him. Allow Him today to fill your arena with His Presence. Sit before Him for a WHILE and worship, pray, and listen until you know He is there. He may tell you to wait. Rest may be the word you hear. You might not hear anything at all. It’s okay. Just remember His Presence conquers armies, delivers Promised Lands, shares the gospel with the world, and gives rest in the middle of it all. This is what God spoke to Moses as He sent him on ahead to conquer the land of milk and honey. No strategic plan, just…

“And He said, ‘My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.'”

Exodus 33:14

Get up and seek Him. It won’t feel like your gaining ground at first. Just do it. But you will get up and know that you have spent time with the King of the Universe. He enjoyed His time with you and will not leave you as you walk out the day. There is a hope that will arise and a road that will open before you. Sometimes you will feel as the fog has lifted and there is real reason to smile. Just look at this promise:

“You will show me the path of life;

In your presence is fullness of joy;

At your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”

Psalm 16:11

Quarantine’s Silver Lining

Are you looking at the cloud or its beautiful lining?

So it’s week three of this coronavirus lockdown. My feelings about this whole thing have swung from quoting victoriously Psalm 91 to dreadful fear to “what do you mean, there is no spicy ketchup in this store?”. Who knows how many more emotions I will share with my tiny world before it’s all over?

But today, I just wanted to share a few lines of silver I have discovered in the gray clouds of lockdown.

1. The sweaty work.

I’ve tore down my old pool, the deck around it, cleaned the garage, painted a cabinet and got hot, dirty, and satisfied. I usually walk in the park to get my sweat on; but sweating AND being productive…WIN, WIN! (Although I still miss my walking buddies.)

2. Evenings at home with the fam

There has been a respite from the oft finish supper quickly, dishes in the sink to wait, and run to (fill-in the blank) . Instead we’ve played games (Cranium with my 92 year old mom was priceless), watched probably too many movies, and dozed in our recliners.

3. Longer Meals Around the Table

This has always been the sweet reward for that cooking task.

4. Family Bible study on Sunday A.M.

Okay, so maybe some of you do this regularly. I hope so. But it took the extraordinary events of no church to force us to do this as a family. Can I just say, this is my favorite silver lining. Are you curious as to how we do it? Nothing too complicated. I read a passage of scripture that has stood out to me from the week before and everyone discusses it’s message. Sometimes I ask them to read, just to keep everyone on their toes. We always have a time of thanksgiving, sharing what we are most thankful for that day. I will miss this most of all.

5. I’ve learned to appreciate more people.

Grocery store workers, postal carriers, delivery people, doctors, nurses, hospital janitors, EMTs, restaurant employees, online ministers, truck drivers, police officers, nursing home workers…..the list continues to grow.

6. Those “feel good” stories that are starting to be told

You’ve probably heard about the doctor who would read the Bible to his 96 year old patient so desperately sick. She survived! Or how about the New Yorkers standing on their balconies at 7:00 pm each night to applaud all together the first responders and medical heroes in their city? I teared up when I watched all the American companies that switched their production to make hand sanitizer or face masks for the hospitals. The Hallmark Channel (and believe me, I have watched some Hallmark these days) has nothing on the REAL loving people sharing what they have with a sick world. Just beautiful.

7. Praying deeply for strangers.

No pats on my back here because I know you have all done this. I have gone to bed at night asking for God’s mercy and healing on the sick in Italy. I have prayed for the sick and imprisoned in Iran. I have watched people I will never know being rolled into hospitals and asked God to please heal them and comfort their families. And I meant everyone of those prayers.

8. YouTube sermons.

When I was a kid my stepdad would buy the cassette of the Sunday morning sermon and then listen to it later in the week. I never could understand that. Now, I have turned into my stepdad (minus the explosive temper and the butt of a wet cigar dangling from my lips). I watch sermons on YouTube like I’ve never been to church. There is some good stuff out there, including my own Pastor sharing God’s word on facebook each week. I love it!

9. A good excuse to call that neighbor or write that relative.

I hope you’ve taken advantage of that. People are very open to a call and/or prayer these days. I called my namesake. I love her to pieces but rarely ever talk. to her. I know very little about her young family or even her adult life. I called last week. Honestly, I could tell in her voice she. feared the worst. It felt good to hear about her new homeschool duties and share a laugh. Later, I sent a scripture covered bookmark that I had received in the mail. Hopefully, I can keep this going long past the virus.

10. Count your blessings – if you can count that high.

You know I have always thought it was strange that we never testify to God’s goodness until something has been taken away. For instance, it’s after you have had cancer and survived that you thank God for a healthy body. We don’t typically drive to work thanking God for our job unless we have had some time without one. For a long time after I came home from Africa, I was thankful for clean water coming from my tap. And this will be no different. Today, I am thankful that the numbers of virus fatalities are way below what they projected. Thank you Jesus! We will be thankful for aisles of toilet paper when it appears again. I will be so thrilled and thankful to worship again with my church family. Some will always be thankful for a deep clear breath. Thank you Jesus.

And you…

I bet you have some silver linings that come to mind now that I have mentioned it. Let’s be thankful and make the best of quarantine 2020. God has not left us or forsaken us. He has given most of us rest. When God was speaking to Moses about the Promised Land, God said, “My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.” It is a gift from God. Enjoy it.

Get Up to the Mt. of Transfiguration

There is some disagreement about the exact Mount of Transfiguration location. This one isn’t it. I took this picture in Colorado. lol.

Mount of Transfiguration, anybody? Think fast. What happened there? If you don’t know off the top of your head and hate pop quizzes, don’t feel bad. You’re in good company. I asked a few people this weekend and the responses ranged from, “I have no idea.” to “Was Jesus involved?” to “I just read that. Isn’t that where Jesus went up into Heaven?” No one I asked rattled off the story like it was lifelong favorite. Prior to preparing my Sunday school lesson, I’m not sure I could have told you all the participants and/or order of events.

So as a Sunday school teacher, I asked myself how did we fail to teach this story. Surely I have discussed this with at least one class over the years. Or maybe not. It is certainly worth the teaching.

Let’s crack open that often closed page and take a real look.

“After six days Jesus took with him Peter, James and John the brother of James, and led them up a high mountain by themselves.”

Matthew 17: 1

I have to stop here for two observations:

First, Jesus was a mountain climber. Not Judean hills, but a “high mountain” climber. He also led the group. No wimpiness there.

Second, this inner circle of Peter, James and John has often been seen as the the disciples a cut above the other nine, thus chosen for special occasions. However, I read recently the suggestion they were “chosen” because they were the ones most likely to get in trouble when left unattended. Haha. That makes me giggle. God always “chooses” those who need Him most.

“There he was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as the light.”

Matthew 17:2

Okay, so this is different. The Jesus they knew walked around in sandaled feet, touched lepers, and asked Samaritan women for drinks from a well. Who was this? The three disciples are all resting from the climb. One of the gospels records they were sleepy, when all of a sudden Jesus appears in all of His radiant glory.

Picture it. You are taking a breather with your friends and this miracle worker/rabbi/Messiah. He is sweating and tired just like you. The Bible says He is praying while they rest and then His whole face and clothes change. His face appeared as bright as the sun and his clothes glowed like lightning. The disciples get a sneak peek at the REAL Jesus. It’s like Jesus was letting His friends in on a secret. “I’m going to show you something, but don’t tell anyone!” kind of secret. This wasn’t the Jesus they had followed for three years. That guy got tired, hungry, and had to wash his clothes just like them. This guy was Messiah and shined like the Son. In a way, the true miracle is that He was able to keep His glory hid as he trod this dusty earth. Showing it had to be easier than concealing it before mankind.

And then to make things even more supernatural…

“Just then there appeared before them Moses and Elijah, talking with Jesus.”

Matthew 17:3

Not your everyday occurrence. Sudden questions in my mind are: How did the disciples recognize them? There were no history books with pictures of great leaders of Israel. Evidently it was in conversation or by the names Jesus used to address them. Moses remained Moses and Elijah, Elijah.

Luke 9 records that they talked about Jesus’ soon departure from the earth. Another curiosity: What was discussed? Did they come to encourage Him, give Him a more detailed timeline, or celebrate His victory over satan and soon return to Heaven. It’s just one of those unrecorded Bible conversations that my nosey side longs to hear. I just know the Lord would say, “Suellyn, just pay more attention to the words I’ve recorded and let the unwritten be unheard.”

Peter then fills the air with the first things that come to mind.

Peter exclaimed, “Rabbi, it’s wonderful for us to be here! Let’s make three shelters as memorials – one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.”

Mark 9:5

I love this next part. Been there and have watched my awkward words hang in the air like a bad smell.

“He said this because he didn’t really know what else to say, for they were all terrified.”

Mark 9:6

Fear so often is the culprit behind stupidity.

Some commentators criticize Peter because he said it was “wonderful for us”, showing a selfish side. Even more criticize Peter for putting Jesus on the same level with Elijah and Moses. I’m not sure that was Peter’s intention but whatever, God interupts the whole scene.

“But even as he spoke, a bright cloud overshadowed them, and a voice from the cloud said, ‘This is my dearly loved Son, who brings me great joy. Listen to Him.’ The disciples were terrified and fell face down on the ground.

Matthew 17:5,6

This is a beautiful glance into the Father/Son relationship. Like I have explained before, I never really enjoyed a close Father/Daughter bond; but I have seen some beautiful examples. Yet, I have never been introduced to a son or daughter like this: “This is my dear son. I love him deeply. He brings to me the greatest joy. You should listen to Him.” That is love divine, my friend. His Father clearly enjoys Jesus’ company, loves His heart, and feels no trepidation about advising people to listen to Him.

Now one last thought, putting yourself on that mountaintop, what is it your ears are trained to hear? God just spoke from a cloud to listen to His dear Son. As my eyes spread like saucers and my mouth gapes, I believe my ears might even extend to not miss the next word from Jesus’ mouth. How about you? Are you thinking about looking it up or jumping down to the next quote section to see? No worries, here it is:

“Then Jesus came over and touched them. ‘Get up.’ he said. ‘Don’t be afraid.'”

Matthew 17:7

Are you surprised? We shouldn’t be. It’s the phrase our Lord most often used. “Fear not” or “Don’t be afraid.” It is said by those who have counted, that there are 365 times in the Bible that God reminds us not to fear. 365, hmmm? That covers them all. Next Tuesday, during your job performance review, covered. Thursday is covered when those biopsy results are supposed to be in. Around here, it’s the next three weeks of the Coronavirus. All covered. The only thing the Bible tells us to fear is God and even in this situation of Him speaking from a cloud, Jesus touches them and chides, “Do not fear.”

GET UP!!

Don’t miss the two tiny words just prior either. “Get up.” I realize the disciples had fallen to their faces in fear before this awesome scene, but I believe Jesus would say the same to us. “Get up.” Stop watching the “bad” news, chewing your nails in worry, and discussing the same tales of “what if”. Get up. Don’t be afraid. Do the things Jesus has called you to. Encourage your family. Pray for the lost. Really pray for the lost. Get up. The devil is working, but Christ came to “destroy the works of the enemy.” What He came to do will be done. Now get up and be the fearless saint He has touched.

Jesus, Our Gardener

My husband loves spring when all our local nurseries start selling fruit trees. For twenty-five or thirty dollars, he can bring home a green stick in a bucket with great potential. Over the years we have purchased the equivalent of an orchard. I’m only kidding a little bit. We currently have orange, grapefruit, plum, lemon, and fig trees….all living. The number of trees that we watched slowly dry up and die is beyond my memory. But let’s not dwell on the failures.

God is a Patient Gardener

Let’s talk fruitfulness. Jesus mentioned it often. They say Jesus was a carpenter, but he surely must have plowed and planted at some point. And like any tree planter, he knew the patience it takes to wait on fruit, the thrill of watching it ripen, and the disgust of having a tree that does everything but produce. Often he used those experiences to explain a spiritual truth. One of his lesser mentioned parables is found in Luke 13.

Then Jesus told this story: “A man planted a fig tree in his garden and came again and again to see if there was any fruit on it, but he was always disappointed. Finally, he said to his gardener, ‘I’ve waited three years, and there hasn’t been a single fig! Cut it down. It’s just taking up space in the garden.’

Luke 13:6-7

In this story, a fig tree is planted. This was the desire of the land owner. It was no accident of nature or wild fig bush that sprung up overnight. It was planted. Work done by the land owner with no effort by the tree. The tree planter anticipates the fruit. He comes “again and again” to see if there is anything. I’ve been there. As mentioned before, I have a fig tree. I walk the path to that tree daily during spring and summer to check on it. Maybe…could it be…possibly…is that a…? I’ve never yet seen a fig. “Always disappointed.”

Not mine, but I so wish it was!

That was the land owner. Patiently waiting for years. The Bible uses the word, “Finally” to describe the end of his patience. He had given it ample time to prove itself. Yet the tree had three years of only taking and never giving any fruit in return.

It seems to me the parable tells the story of The Father as the landowner, and Jesus as the gardener. The Father has planted that “tree” and He desires the fruit He made that “soul” to produce. And He is patient. He does not nag or threaten. He patiently, and I mean patiently, checks on the tree in great anticipation. He knows what it is capable of growing figs.

You Want Me to Do What?

He didn’t want to dig it up after the first year with no fruit. As a matter of fact, Levitical law taught to leave a tree unharvested for three years after planting it. Man, that’s hard to do. I bought, actually my fruit farming husband bought a peach tree last year. We thought this was a sure thing. Not because we have great history with peach trees, but because it had an abundance of tiny peaches already hanging from its’ thin limbs when we brought it home. We were going to be picking peaches soon! Then my brother came over. He is a tried and true, green thumb, just plant it and it will grow, farmer. I proudly took him to see my cute little peaches. They were about thumb size now and numbered around 15! His response: “You’re gonna need to pick most of those off. Maybe leave one or two. This season needs to be about growing the tree.”

Picture this: I’m rolling on the ground pulling up grass and throwing it over my head and groaning, “No! No! There has to be another way!” Then I get up and say to myself, ‘That’s just not happening. I’m not pulling the fruit that God has given me. Not happening.’

True confession: What the birds didn’t poke holes in and destroy eventually fell off after breaking the weak limbs that were trying to hold them. I didn’t get a single peach and my tree lost most of its limbs. The jury is still out as to if it will have another spring or if the mulch pile will be its grave.

Can you see the comparison to our souls? God plants us in the soil of His Kingdom and allows us to grow. He keeps a close eye and desires growth and allows time for fruit. When we put too many demands on ourselves or others before allowing a growing season, limbs break, arms fold under the heavy burden and burnout and spiritual death is common. God may be calling us to a season of sitting at His feet and listening. He may ask you to study His Word and NOT teach it somewhere else. There may be a season to fill your time with seeking Him and soaking in His presence and being quiet. This will produce fruit later.

Jesus, Our Interceder

In the parable, after three years and still no figs, the land owner tells the gardener to cut it down. It is only taking up space. Oh me. Don’t let it be said that I merely took up space in the Kingdom. I won’t try to explain the useless spiritual tree. Let’s just leave it as the one who just takes and never gives. The Gaither Vocal Band sang a song a few years ago about Givers and Takers. You could divide the world into just those two groups. Uselessness invites disaster. The Land Owner declared that a tree that just takes nutrients from the earth and fills up space was useless and must be cut down.

But here is where our sweet Savior steps in.

The gardener answered, ‘Sir, give it one more chance. Leave it another year, and I’ll give it special attention and plenty of fertilizer. If we get figs next year, fine. If not, then you can cut it down.’

Luke 13: 8

The Gardener of our Soul intercedes for us. Romans 8:34 tells us that Jesus sits at the right hand of the Father doing just that. When the Accuser stands before God telling of all your fruitlessness, Jesus leans in and asks for another chance. He asks for one more year and the opportunity to give us extra attention. He is not walking away from the empty tree, but rather blocking out some special time just for it.

It gets real right here.

Notice the mention of fertilizer? Ever the Carer of our Souls, Jesus knows that fertilizer is needed and just the right kind…like it or not. I’ve had a few years I felt like I was being surrounded by manure…ahem, fertilizer. Little did I know Jesus was trying to produce more fruit in my life.

God of Another Chance

Then Jesus tells the Father that if after another year there are figs, great! And if the opposite is true, then the tree is a goner. Of course, the Father is willing to give another year. Remember, “He is not willing that any should perish.” 2 Peter 3:9. Don’t think that God is the heartless one here. They are a team in perfect agreement and always love you.

One more thought about fruit bearing. Don’t despise the small beginnings. Our orange tree puts out what seems to be thousands of little tiny white flowers that quickly fall off and leave behind the tiniest little oranges you can imagine. The thing is they are dark green just like the leaves. You can stare at that tree for five minutes before seeing a single orange and then all of a sudden your eyes stop playing tricks and the hundreds hanging there become visible. It is covered with pea size dark green oranges.

A Process that Pays off Sweetly

In our own lives and honestly others, we just don’t see the fruit yet. It’s not the right size, wrong color, and not the least bit tasty. At a quick glance it doesn’t exist at all. But it’s there. The Land Owner and Gardener are watching it daily. With special attention from Him and a little extra “fertilizer” applied that fruit is going to be wonderful. The limbs have grown for seasons. The roots are firmly established. Soon the tree will be heavy with fruits of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22, 23). It’s not figs the Master wants. He enjoys the fruit of love, joy, peace, long-suffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control. Let it grow. Don’t get discouraged with your own or inspect too closely others small fruit. They’re growing. Give it time. There’s nothing more sour than unripe fruit. Allow the Gardener free access and you and I will one day savor the sweetest, juiciest, bowl of goodness ever picked.

Yum! Yum!

A Marriage Made in Heaven

Just when you thought you would watch the wedding from afar, you became the bride!

Do you ever read the Bible and just get sucked in? I mean the words draw you in so intensely your eyes race across the page in almost competition with your brain to see the next verse. It’s as if God is speaking and if you stop reading you may lose the very words of life. It happens and usually when I need Him the greatest.

My second thought today is how much I love a wedding. To see all the fairytale decorations, little boys and girls dressed like royalty, and all the sweet surprises along the way. Will the bride giggle or the groom cry? I want to see the cake, collect the favors, and sign the book. And then there is the bride and her glorious dress. It’s as close to Cinderella as most young girls will ever be. There are very few things more beautiful than a blushing bride and that handsome man waiting for her when the music starts. And the music…oh me….pass a tissue, please. Seriously, weddings could only be more fun if I could attend in my sweat pants.

So today, I combine them. I read a passage of scripture recently that has rolled over and over in my mind until I’m about to burst. It’s a wedding song written for Solomon. I’m not sure which wife this might have been…but never mind, to me it’s a song that only Jesus deserves and His church, His lovely bride.

(I paraphrased it so that I would be forced to read and glean every word. I hope you don’t mind. For sure, read the real, non-Suellyn, version too. Psalm 45.)

There He stands, so handsome that no man compares.
His words so gracious and kind, they pour easily from His strong lips.
God's blessing evident on Him and will remain constant throughout His life and then eternity.
Oh Mighty Warrior, strap on your sword.
Ride out in absolute conquering victory!
Your cause is not coercion but truth; 
A battle cry not of pride, but for the humble;
Defending those treated unjustly.
Lead great Savior and perform your deeds, while we stand speechless in awe.
The sword is not Your only weapon, you hurl sharp arrows piercing the hearts of your enemy.  
His horde now trembles at your sight. 
Even strong nations fall at your feet.

Your Authority does not fade. Millennia to millennia declare your kingship.
Your righteous subjects do not fear your scepter, for it is always just.
You love right living and you hate evil, to the same degree.
You are drenched in God's anointing;
This oil of joy that separates you from the rest.
You smell good too.  Each robe you wear sporting a manly scent.
And what makes you happy?  I saw you tapping your toe to a nicely plucked tune.
People always gather around you; that "desired" crowd that desires you.
Princesses are in your attendance but your queen stands by your side.

And now in verse 10, the song turns our attention to the Queen. That’s you and me, the Bride of Christ, and the words just melt me.

Listen to me Daughter of God.  Don't miss this:
Forget your family and all your past identifications, good and bad.  
Just be still and let the King enjoy your beauty.
There is no need for a resume or trophy case.  He just thrills looking at you.  
Give him a place of preeminence.  
After all, He is your Master.
As His bride you will wear the vibrant gowns of another land. 
Those called wealthy will want your opinion.
Dazzling in your home, you wear a dress embroidered with pure gold.
In this heavenly robe you will be led to your King.
And you're not alone in the procession. 
You'll bring friends with you to the kingdom.
This is no solemn entrance, no hush tones or timid meeting.  
You come in with laughter and shrills of joy.  
The King throws open His door.  Love and joy abound.

Now go and read the NIV or KJV or whatever version you prefer of Psalm 45 to see for yourself. The love between these two makes the Hallmark Channel look like puppy love. He is the Zenith of grooms and He declares her beauty enthralling. He is perfect in authority and she is bubbling with laughter as she comes to Him. It is truly a marriage made in Heaven.

So I would invite you, as I have, to read these words and imagine the pageantry of the wedding. Imagine yourself the bride, catching the eye of your Groom as you walk down the aisle. You are sure that no one has ever loved you like this and you are right. The dress is gorgeous, the palace is flawless, your friends are there; but it’s Him that makes your heart beat faster.

My favorite part: “Let the king be enthralled by your beauty” (vs. 11). Listen, I’m just a bit past my beauty prime. Haha. Whenever that was! I am comfortable with my reflexion but I’m positive “my beauty” is not enthralling. EXCEPT to Him. He doesn’t lie after all. So, the King finds His bride enthralling. Just “Let the King be enthralled…”. He made you and finds you absolutely beautiful. And to all my fellow doers, notice it wasn’t her achievements, to do list, accomplishments or the committees she chaired. It was her beauty; the very thing for which she can’t take any credit at all. I’m pretty sure it’s not the hair color, salon nails, and pretty pink lipstick that he adores anyways. It’s you.

If you are not certain of your place in this surreal scene the last chapter of the last book of the Bible gives us an invitation to the wedding. After Jesus describes some of the wonders of Heaven, Jesus promises His return with the rewards in hand. This is the response:

The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” And let the one who hears say, “Come!” Let the one who is thirsty come; and let the one who wishes take the free gift of the water of life.

Revelation 22:17

You see the Holy Spirit awaits His return. The Bride of Christ, the church, longs for His coming. The invitation is to those who hear…may you say to the Lord, Come! And then the scripture plays on the word and says that if you are thirsty for life with Him then you come. You COME and if you wish take the free gift of LIFE! Just when you thought you would watch the wedding from afar, you became the bride! If you accept this invitation, CONGRATULATIONS! I can’t wait to see you at the wedding.

Speaking to Mountains of Hurt

Wounds from a friend or a spouse are painful. A grudge often feels like the only “control” you have in the situation. But Jesus tells us to speak to that mountain.

Every Christian’s mind twirls with excitement when we read this red letter promise:

Then Jesus said to the disciples, “Have faith in God. I tell you the truth, you can say to this mountain, ‘May you be lifted up and thrown into the sea,’ and it will happen. But you must really believe it will happen and have no doubt in your heart. I tell you, you can pray for anything, and if you believe that you’ve received it, it will be yours.”

Mark 11:22-24

Oh yes!! Amen and amen! It’s just this kind of gospel that makes me wonder why everyone doesn’t sign-up. Even all of the imaginations of Marvel Comics hasn’t come up with a super hero that speaks AND MOVES mountains. This is serious power. And I believe Him who declared this truth. Jesus was not subject to hyperbole or evangelistic exaggeration. He meant that with enough faith in God mountains will get up and dance their way into the nearest sea. I can’t read it any other way.

He said this in response to the amazement of His disciples when they noticed the full leafed fig tree He had cursed the day before was already dead and withered. It was as if he was saying, “This is no big deal. Why, if you would just have faith in God, you can pray for anything – even to move mountains.”

Though I love the mountains and head to them whenever I get the chance, there are none in my way here in the Texas Gulf Coast area. A freeway overpass is just about as high as any of us get around here. But before we dismiss this scripture as a promise for another land, another time period or another people, let Jesus instruct us a little further.

But when you are praying, first forgive anyone you are holding a grudge against, so that your Father in heaven will forgive your sins, too.

Mark 11: 25

Then Jesus Shifts Gears

Whoa. Who stuck that in there? We were moving mountains and praying about anything and receiving it. Now we’re talking about grudges? Forgiveness of sins? That’s no fun.

No, grudges are not fun. As a matter of fact, they often smother a good time. Ever avoided a family get together because so-and-so will be there? Maybe you’ve dropped attending a small group at church because a grudge against someone there ruins the mood. Grudges and unforgiveness sour just about everything in our life.

Honesty check…. Did someone not respond the right way this Christmas to a gift you gave? I mean you thought it through, purchased it, wrapped it, carried it, and nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even a real, ‘thank you’. A tinge of grudge has now colored the holiday. Next year, you might just send a card…or nothing.

Even more likely, there is something much more serious. A broken marriage vow may have caused unforgiveness to set up camp in your soul. Maybe you have been betrayed by a “bestie” or deeply wounded by your own child or parent. Those are painful and a grudge often feels like the only “control” you have over the situation. It says something along the lines of, “They won’t ever do that to me again. This wall is so high and impenetrable; its mortar is the glue of bitterness. No one will ever get that close to me. I’ve got to protect me.”

On the other hand, forgiveness seems like a reward to the offender. It seems as if they just walk away scot free. We think there is no justice just letting go of those ugly offenses. How will we control the situation? How will they ever learn their lesson? Somebody has to pay.

First Things First

Yet…Jesus says, when you are praying (as a mighty Christian does), FIRST forgive anyone you are holding a grudge against. Why? “so that your Father in heaven will forgive your sins, too.” Notice the total absence of loopholes here. There are no qualifiers like forgive only those who ask sincerely, or forgive those whom you equally offended. You are also not exempt from those most horrible, unspoken offenses or the ones that happen and happen again.

Does the word impossible enter your thinking? Does it seem too much? You can’t just say, “Poof. Everything is forgiven.” Or can you? Could it possibly be that easy? Jesus said, “I tell you the truth, you can say to this mountain, ‘May you be lifted up and thrown into the sea, and it will happen’. But you must really believe it will happen and have no doubt in your heart.”

Yes, massive boulders and dirt and immeasurable tons of rock lifting up and rolling into the sea is awesome, but boulders of hurt, the festering dirty wounds of life, and rocks stacked in protection against any further pain coming down so quickly is a miracle. You can speak to that mountain.

Speak to it. Believe what God says. Tell the grudges and unforgiveness to find a new home in the bottom of the ocean. You will no longer carry them or imagine yourself protected by their crowded walls. Jesus said to do it FIRST. No dilly-dallying. Speak to the mountain, trust God, and see what happens. That’s taking control of the situation.

I know that some have had traumatic events that require counseling . By all means, get good counsel. Walk through those events with the scriptures in hand and allow God to minister to your soul. But today, speak to the mountain.

Even if it is nothing more than a molehill, speak to it. It is important that you tell it to go. Those little mounds of unforgiveness have tripped up more people and broke more ankles than many mountains.

Forgiveness is a Gift to You

You are not rewarding the offender. They still must deal with their sin. Their patterns will continue until they are corrected. Not your problem. That is completely the work of the Holy Spirit. Forgiveness is a gift to you. Thus, Jesus ends this teaching with the reminder that forgiveness on our part actually opens the door for our own sins to be forgiven. Honesty check #2. How bad do you need this? Probably as bad as I do.

The old year has left us. What did it leave us? Maybe a few large painful boulders or a pile of rocks, each pebble an ugly word from someone you love. Maybe it was just another layer of rock on top of years of previous mountains. Whatever it may be, I’m sorry. Life stinks sometimes. But God gives hope and it’s found in the promise to “Say to this mountain….”

When God has Done Everything He Could

Does that title cause a pause? Do you think something strange about the wording? What is left when God has done all that He can? Nothing. We know that there are no limits to God’s “can do”. So what does it mean that He has done all He could?

He tells the oceans where their borders are set.

When a doctor says he has done “all he can do” to treat an illness or a mechanic says he has “done all he can do” to fix your automobile, we know the limits have been reached. We might even follow that statement with, “It’s in God’s hands.”

But this week I read a scripture where God said He had done all He could and I had to ponder the situation. Have I ever drove Him to His limits? Let’s read the verse.

“…when I, the LORD, did everything I could to teach you about my faithfulness.”

Micah 6:6b

To get a better understanding, it’s important to read the full chapter. To get a full understanding read the full book of Micah. In this chapter, God is speaking. As a matter of fact the chapter begins with “Listen to what the LORD is saying:” He then calls a hearing between the Israelites and Himself. The mountains will be the witnesses.

He then asks what are their complaints. “O my people, what have I done to you? What have I done to make you tired of me? Answer me!” Micah 6:3

I once was at a women’s retreat when the elderly speaker stopped her message of encouragement and edification and walked over to a woman in the crowd of about 300. She appeared hardened and angry. I hadn’t noticed her until this moment when the speaker spoke directly to her, “God wants to know what else He can do for you?” She met the woman’s scowl with equal intensity. You could have heard an eyelid blink if anyone dared move. I thought for sure the news would tell that night of the brawl at the Christian Women’s Conference.

The speaker went on to question her, “God has given you life. He has given you His son as a sacrifice for your sins. He offers you peace and joy and salvation. But none of that has been enough for you. So, God wants to know what else He can do for you?”. The silence that followed spoke to us all.

The woman didn’t budge for a bit. The speaker asked her name. I honestly don’t remember it. But this lioness of God, our speaker, spoke to her again, “Okay, (name), you are angry at God because some things in life haven’t gone your way. You have sat here tonight thinking you are going to show Him how angry you are. Nothing I have said, none of the worship songs we have sung have moved you. Even the people that have brought you here did not cause your heart to soften. So, God wants to know what else He can do for you?”

This time the awkward and intense silence was followed with tears. The woman broke before the Lord and melted before our eyes. I have seen miracles before and this ranks right up there with the greatest. A woman’s heart changed in an instant. What life and hard choices had built as a impenetrable wall came crumbling down as she realized that God had already done all that was needed in her life. He had given everything He could, His only Son, to save her. How could she act as if there was more He could offer?

Back to the scripture in Micah. God begins to remind the Israelites of the journey they had endured through the wilderness. He mentions the wicked King Balak who bribed Balaam to curse them. God turned the curses into blessings.

He reminds the Israelites how he rescued them from Egypt. He gave them Moses, Aaron, and Miriam to lead them and redeem them from slavery.

“And remember your journey from Acacia Grove to Gilgal,….” vs. 6.

from Acacia Grove (Shittim on this map) to Gilgal..

Acacia Grove (Shittim) is where the Israelites camped before crossing the Jordan River into the Promised Land. It’s there that Joshua sent out two spies to check out Jericho. Gilgal is on the west side of the Jordan. It was the first stop in the land of Israel and there they renewed their covenant with God. These two places represent the wilderness and the land of blessing. God said to remember the journey.

“And remember your journey from Acacia Grove to Gilgal, when I, the LORD, did everything I could to teach you about my faithfulness.”

Micah 6:5

That was His purpose. He did everything to teach them about His faithfulness. God is faithful. It does us well to remember the days and moments in our lives where God is teaching us His faithfulness. Remember the journey.

I just got home from a missions trip to Poland. These trips are fuel for my soul and I have never gone on one of these missions journeys without great changes in my life. But that’s a whole other blog post.

This recent trip left me exhausted and stressed the first night. I had not slept and the day stretched on and on as we traveled multiple time zones. We had a 8 hour layover in Holland and decided to store our luggage at the airport and tour a little. All went well until we got back to the airport. Despite having mapped all this out before leaving Texas, I could not find the lockers where all 16 of us had stored our luggage. Time was running out before our connecting flight and my team could tell I had lost the lockers. Panic set in and it seemed everyone had a better idea of where those lockers might be hiding. Loooong story short, we found them. Some of us (yes, the team split up) went through the passport control multiple times before finding our way.

The two hour flight from there to Poland was quiet and reflective for me. It was the first day and I had already failed the team. One pause to consider the route and I had lost control and confidence of the team. How could I think that I could lead a team of 16 “across the pond” to a place I’d never been myself. What in the world was I thinking?

I got to the missionaries’ house, saw everyone to their respective rooms. got orders for the next day, and collapsed in bed. There would not be any sleep for me. Exhaustion does that sometimes. So, I picked up my Bible and read this chapter. As I began to read of their journey, I couldn’t help but to think of mine.

Yes, God had been faithful through the land of fundraisers. He had passed us through the maze of passports. He guided me to the flight of least connections and best prices. He answered when we needed insurance, airport parking for a van and trailer, and wisdom to understand TSA packing. God had brought our team through flooded homes and flooded businesses, sick relatives, and dying friends, medical tests, anxieties, job loss and financial struggles all while He prepared us for the mission.

The trip was a great success. Thankfully, we never got lost again. With God’s great faithfulness, the journey brought us to the place of His blessing and back home again. The journey was wild and wonderful. And all of it was God just doing everything He could to teach us His faithfulness.

A path full of His faithfulness lessons.

And how does God show His faithfulness? Well it’s always in our need. He is faithful when we are lost as to the next steps. Faithful when our bodies are in need of healing. He is faithful when relationships are twisted and tangled. God is faithful as the roads of life get narrow, offer too many side trails, or have obstacles too big to pass. We could never know His faithfulness if we never stood in need.

His faithfulness is displayed best for those leaving the comforts of the familiar to enter the unknown of what He has promised them. As we rise up to seek the Lord and His ways, He never promises to make the walk an easy stroll. His promise was never to pave the path with gold and supply soft cushions to rest on as we pursue Him. His promise is to do EVERYTHING HE CAN to teach us about His faithfulness.

So whether in the journey of life or the next trip to the grocery store, look for the places that God is teaching you. I’m sure there is a lesson happening even now. Many times God extols us to remember the days of our past. Take a look down memory lane and see where lessons were given and learned. Do tomorrow’s troubles seem looming? Look at the miracles of yesterday. He is always in control and never loses a teachable moment. He is doing everything He can to teach you His faithfulness.

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