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Craig and I are happy to be back at the helm and presenting August’s newsletter today. The hiatus was good for us. We got a couple of short trips in and had time to work on our business too! We hope you are all doing well and look forward to bringing you more great issues of Faith On Every Corner Magazine.
I hope you noticed the new format of the magazine. After six years, we thought a new look would be nice. Same great writing, poetry, photography, and more inside.
As some of you know, we are taking care of our 17-month-old grandson. He is our current Time Manager and is not handling his duties very well. We will be working and he wants us to stop and pay attention to his projects - I think we may have to reconsider his title soon!
We have several new writers this month and more to come in September!! We are very excited and also thankful for our faithful contributing writers.
We have had several of you ask how you can help us with our ministry. One way to help is to share our magazine on your social media sites. We have been asked if we take donations and we do, but we are not a non-profit organization. All funds donated go to help offset expenses but also to the community. Our current passion is for the homeless and hungry. If you are interested in helping, you can contact us at Team@FaithOnEveryCorner.com. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts for your loyalty in readint this magazine. It is our ministry and we feel so blessed to be able to keep it going!
We would love to hear what you have been doing over the past couple of months. Drop us an email at Team@FaithOnEveryCorner.com.
Love and blessings, Karen
Note From The Editor ... page 3 Road Trippin’ With The Ruhls - pages 64-67
Summertime ... by John Alexander ... pages 6-7
Summer Fun ... by Rolanda Pyle ... page 8
Under The Master’s Care and Shining God’s Light ... by Peter Caligiuri ... pages 10-11
An Open Door and Adversaries ... by Dave Evans ... pages 12-13
Morning Coffee ... by Michael E. Wells ... pages 14-15
The Stones Would Immediately Cry Out, For The Other, Are You Ready ... by Michael Shoemaker ... pages 16-17
Raining Worms ... by Melissa Henderson ... pages 18-19
Strangely Dim ... by Nicole Byrum ... Pages 20-21
I Hope ... by Andrea Marino ... Page 22
Lord, I Need You ... by Irene Surya ... Page 23
Facing Down Goliath ... by Steve Carter ... Pages 24-25
The Gift ... by Lynn Downham ... Pages 26-27
How To Encourage Others ... By Brenda McDaniel ... Pages 28-29
From Fear To Freedom and Beyond ... by Laurie Glass ... Pages 30-31
Are You Fully Charged? ... by Brianna Barrett ... Pages 32-33
The Preincarnate Word ... by Jeff Foster ... Pages 34-35
Those Were The Days ... by Pam McCormick ... Page 36
The Trans-Sheep ... by Jerry Davidson ... Pages 38-39
The Old Home Place ... by Christina Sinisi ... Pages 40-41
When Your Life Changes Unexpectedly ... by Karen Ruhl ... Page 42
Road Trip ... by Linda Castro ... Pages 44-45
Building The Kingdom of God ... by Kathleen Oden ... Pages 46-47
Your Monthly Miracle ... by Paul Lewellan ... Pages 48-49
Prayer Walk ... by Cindy Evans ... Page 50
Chasing The Light ... by Karen Ruhl ... Page 51
Book Reviews ... by Craig and Karen Ruhl ... Pages 52-55
A Silent Prophet ... by Steven Edwards ... Pages 56-58
Letting Go ... by Gina Meredith ... Page 60
Nothing New Under The Sun ... by Sharon Connell ... Pages 62-63
Road Trippin’ ... by Karen Ruhl ... Pages 64-67
7 Loaves ... by Shara Bueler-Repka ... Pages 68-69
Touching His Hem ... by Yvonne Morgan ... Pages 70-71
Unplugged ... by Tim Ferrara ... Pages 72-73
Sonnet For The Resurrection ... by Josseph Teti ... Page 74
Righteous Judgment? Really?? ... by Mike Buchanan ... Pages 76-77
There’s something about summer that still carries over from school days. I take more time to slow down a bit and reflect. I move a bit more slowly. My routine is a little less structured. Yes, it’s hot, especially here in north Texas, but I think it’s more than that. I think we all need to have some time at a little slower pace. Time to reflect is a good thing. I pray you’ve all had a good summer and have been able to enjoy a slightly slower pace during these summer months, had some fun, and made some good memories.
I’ve picked a few “summer” poems to share, and I hope you are able to take time to enjoy them.
Don’t forget, you can always read any of my poems, now well over 700, on my web site. You can also use the “search” capability to find poems containing particular words of interest to you.
Blessings, John
QuietTimeRhymes.com
Sometimes I need to sit and rest. I may have lost a bit of zest.
I know that I have passed my prime, Not sure what’s left of earthly time. Perhaps it’s just the summer heat. No need to yield, declare defeat.
It’s not yet time to sit and wait, Regardless of my future fate.
I’ll make the best of what remains, Endure the winds, the storms, the rains. I’m sure I’ll see some sunny days, Music concerts, local plays. I plan to write more rhymes to share With friends who know how much I care. This body’s old, my spirit thrives, I pray each day my words touch lives.
Perhaps it’s time to take a break
Provide more time to rest my head
Just sleep and see when I awake
No matter when I get to bed
It’s summer time with less to do
No longer working nine to five
Most days don’t come with much that’s new
I’m grateful still to be alive
I still appreciate each day
I need not feel compelled to write
I’ll still have things I’d like to say
I’ll still find ways to spread the light
If you don’t see each day a song
I’m just on break there’s nothing wrong.
Our favorite swimming hole just up the creek, We’d hang from a limb and splash in with a shriek. We sometimes met hobos who camped by the track, No extra clothes, just the shirt on their back.
Their suitcase, a shoebox, worn smooth from their touch, Inside an old book, tattered photos, and such. The wisdom they shared, always simple and stern, “Don’t do what I’ve done, stay in school, and you learn.”
We’d rake up the pine straw, unfurl our bed rolls, Start a fire in a pit and cook food on the coals. We’d tell scary tales ‘round the fireside at night, Hair pricked on our necks, cranked the lantern real bright.
During summers in Texas, we’d camp in the wood. Just a bunch of us kids from our small neighborhood. The canteens and lanterns and bedrolls we’d load, And head for the trail at the end of the road.
The woods came alive with adventures within, We’d find treasures like arrowheads, rusty old tin. Structures built out of logs we found scattered about Became forts we’d defend, keep the enemies out.
Lying flat on my back, I’d watch stars overhead Zipped up tight in my bag with my dog at my head. My childhood spent camping has carried through life, Shared campfires and fun with my daughter and wife. I catch flashbacks of memories from swaying of trees, Or smells of the pines, or just feeling a breeze.
Rolanda T. Pyle is a licensed social worker and works in the field of aging with seniors, caregivers, and grandparents raising grandchildren. Rolanda is the author of the books: “Grandma’s Hands” - a children’s storybook, “Finally” - a collection of inspirational poems; and the compiler of and contributor to “Beneath His Everlasting Wings”, a collection of devotionals. Her work has been published in religious and community newspapers, anthologies, collections and journals. In April 2004, New York’s Daily News named her one of the “100 Women Who Shape Our City.” Her website is www.rorosrainbowcommunications.com
Summer Fun
Summer Fun
Here’s the sun
Temperature Rises
Beautiful Skies
Water’s Blue
Ocean Cruises
Depth of the Sea
Amazes me!
Hanging at the Beach
Enjoying grapes and a peach
Fun in the Sand
Need a Fan
Water splashing
Children laughing
Enjoying the Breeze
Not the ants or bees
Food Galore
Barbeque for sure
Picnics in the park
Hear the dogs bark
Travel Time
Wine and Dine
Life with Ease
Summer Peace
Beautiful green grass
Wish it could last
For these reasons
Thanking God for this season!
Life has a funny way of giving us some unexpected detours, and my wife, Nancy, and I have had more than a few. Nancy and I are getting ready to celebrate 50 wonderful and crazy years together. We have two sons, six lively grandsons, and one very special granddaughter! I love to write about nursing home ministry, as well as practical devotionals, poetry and even a few songs.
My garden with all
Of its flowers and weeds
Is under the Master’s care
Its edges and borders
And the roses in order
He designed and then planted them there
Now the wind when it blows
And the thunderstorms roll
Have a Heaven-sent schedule to keep
When the sun sinks so low
That the night breezes flow
In my Master’s own presence I’ll sleep
For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
(2 Corinthians 4:6 ESV)
We often think of God’s word as a light shining on our path, but sometimes God’s word is more like a surgeon’s probe that shines inside of us and showing things that are not so great. Recently, when I walked into our bathroom in the morning and switched on the light, I suddenly saw perched on the lip of our sink a huge ugly palmetto bug! It did not take more than a few seconds for me to usher our uninvited guest into eternity. I looked high and low and, thankfully; he hadn’t brought along any friends or family! Now, if I had simply switched off the light and gone back to bed, you could justifiably say, “That’s disgusting! You’ve got to kill that critter!” Now, in the short run, it might be easier to simply ignore the bug and go back to sleep, but things wouldn’t end well. In the same way spiritually, if we wake up in the morning, read our Bible and see things that need changing, but decide that flicking off the light and going back to sleep is easier, what will happen with those unpleasant issues inside our hearts?
Of course, solutions like straightening out a relationship by telling someone that we are sorry or paying back an overdue loan are more painful than just squashing a palmetto bug. But today’s verse encourages us that if God shines his light in our hearts, then with His help, Jesus will be seen inside of us. That’s good news because it means that God doesn’t leave us alone, to do all the spiritual bug squashing. He not only sent Jesus to die on the cross for our sins, but He also gave us His Holy Spirit to live in our hearts so that we could walk with Him. So, let’s flick on that light and step by step, it will shine brighter and brighter, as He leads us day by day!
Dave recently retired from his career as an estimator for an electrical contractor, but still works part-time. He recently served as Body Care pastor for a small church and previously taught at a local Bible College for several years. God led him to found and serve in several outreach ministries—a pet therapy ministry, visiting several skilled nursing facilities and retirement homes: a prayer booth on a local street corner to allow people in the community to stop by for prayer needs, and an evangelism table, typically set up once a month at various malls or stores, which made Bibles, tracts, DVDs, and other Christian materials available free of charge to interested shoppers. Dave has a bachelor’s degree in business administration/ management. As a writer, he has had many poems and articles published in various periodicals and books. And he’s been privileged to do volunteer work for a local police department.
Several people had already stopped by at various times throughout the day and asked us to pray for them. Now, it was almost time to pack up our gear and go home. But then, a white truck pulled up to the curb and parked. We waited while the driver, a young woman, approached the Prayer Booth.
As *Rebecca revealed the details of how she came to us that day, it was evident that God’s hand was at work. Earlier that morning, she had traveled north from her home in San Diego, a two-hour drive from our location. After a stop in northern San Diego County, she began the trek to Orange County to attend a family birthday party in a city north of us.
But it was time for a break and a cup of coffee. Her GPS search for a specific coffee shop led her to exit the freeway, and then, while en route, past the corner we were on.
Grieved and disconsolate by the Tarot Card and other anti-Christian booths at locations near her home, Rebecca had been sensing God prompting her to start a Prayer Booth ministry, a spiritual counteroffensive operation. And now He had led her to us for prayer, confirmation, instructions, and boots-on-the-ground training. Her enthusiasm was evident, and she listened attentively as we shared the history of our Prayer Booth, suggestions for her own endeavor, stories of our encounters, reports of answered prayers, and the importance of sharing Scripture to provide counsel, comfort, and encouragement.
While we were talking, a woman came to the booth for prayer. As she talked, we listened and then respectfully asked about her spiritual condition. She was not a Christian but was receptive as we shared the Gospel message and Scriptures with her. Having told Rebecca that we often write the references we share on a 3 X 5 card for people’s future review, she volunteered for that task and dutifully wrote down the references to the passages as we read them.
We took turns praying for the woman, and Rebecca prayed with a heart of compassion and empathy. And after we had given the woman a Bible, Rebecca showed her the references and instructed her how to find the book, chapter, and verse.
Then it was time to call it a day and so we all prayed for God to provide resources, direction, guidance, and protection for Rebecca in her venture to serve others with a Prayer Booth ministry.
Since then, I have thought about something Paul wrote in his letter to the Corinthians: “For I do not wish to see you now on the way; but I hope to stay a while with you, if the Lord permits.” (1 Corinthians 16:7 NKJV)
However, he sensed that it was not time for that visit yet. He explained, writing, “But I will tarry in Ephesus until Pentecost. For a great and effective door has opened to me, and there are many adversaries.” (1 Corinthians 16:9 NKJV, emphases added)
God was opening a great and effective door for ministry for Paul there in the bustling and thriving city of Ephesus. Yet there were many adversaries: one of the seven wonders of the world, the great temple of Diana, the goddess of fertility, with its cultic and immoral worship, as well as demonic activity and the occultic literature produced there. Eventually, because their businesses suffered as people turned from immorality, idols, and occultic worship to faith in Jesus, the silversmiths and other tradespeople vehemently opposed him, and a riot ensued.
Though the adversaries were many, the door to many great opportunities was open. We will do well to remember that it is God who opens doors for us. “… See, I have set before you an open door, and no one can shut it…” (Revelation 3:8b NKJV) F.B. Meyer, an English Baptist pastor remarked, “Our duty is to be prepared to enter when the moment comes and the door swings wide.”
And because of adversaries who are energized and motivated by Satan and the powers of darkness, we must take heed to Paul’s counsel—“Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.” (Ephesians 6:10, 11 NKJV)
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Michael E. Wells has a passion for writing letters of Christian encouragement. With poetic style and moving messages, the reader is often comforted and consoled, inspired and refreshed. Since his retirement from Federal Service in 2006, most mornings are spent penning letters of the heart. Tucked away in the foothills of Pennsylvania, his is an idyllic lifestyle in a pastoral setting. This backdrop helps to set both mood and message for his many writings. You can find his book, “Morning Coffee with Words For The Day” at Amazon.com.
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What we believe often dictates how we behave. We wonder, do I play a part in my life, or has it all been planned out beforehand? The majority believe the former, as do the scriptures, also weigh heavily. Paul told us to work out our own salvation. He was addressing how we should conduct ourselves after receiving salvation and not the obtaining of it. Jesus said in John 11:25-26 that whosoever believes in Him would live and not die. In John 5:24, He says those who hear and believe have eternal life. It is an act of free will and open to all.
The most read, printed and known scripture of all time is John 3:16-17. Here, the world becomes the “whosoever that believes in Him shall have everlasting life.” The gospel is good news, and this is why. Our lives are not predestined, we can all choose. This is the mercy and grace of God. Predestination and free will are incompatible, they cannot equally exist, though some have tried to argue. One is to be believed, and the other discarded. Most believe in free will, 25% believe in predestination. Why does it matter?
One believes a choice needs to be made, the other that it has been made for them. The latter is not the gospel of good news, that some are destined to hell no matter the desire to be saved. As I say, it is a small minority who believes this but can be persuasive in their argument. This is the heart of the gospel... “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.” (John 3:16-17 KJV). Today, you too can become a “Whosoever will”.
“Make it your goal to live a quiet life, minding your own business and working with your hands, just as we instructed you before.” (1 Thessalonians 4:11). “Pray for all those in authority that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and reverence.” (1 Timothy 2:1-2) So, Paul writes to the church in Thessalonica and to his son in the faith, Timothy. At the same time, the writer of Hebrews reminds us not to be sluggish in our belief. He tells us our continued belief in the promise of God for salvation will be the anchor for our soul. If we keep our eyes fixed on the prize, we will not be tossed to and fro on the world’s sea of doubt. A simple instruction but seemingly complex in its keeping.
Over time, the optimism of youth confronts the reality of routine. For many, the present has not turned out the way the future was envisioned. But what of faith? Paul said if in this life only do we hope we are of all people most miserable and to be pitied. We live a life of faith for a promised life of peace. I have faith enough today to overcome any doubts about my tomorrow. Life is not in the shock and awe of events but in the steady and guided pursuit of faith. It is your assurance of things hoped for.
We are marathon runners in the race for life, not sprinters. Our awards may be few and far apart in this life, but in the next the prize is assured. All we have to do is make it to the finish line. Paul said all who compete in a race run but only one receives the prize. Run in such a way that you may obtain it. No matter where you place in the race today, know that the finish line has not moved, and the rules have not changed. Slow and steady wins the race and receives the prize. It does not matter to those beside you who come and go or the hardship of the terrain before you. Many may fall or simply quit, but you run with eyes on the prize and the banner boldly across your chest... Faith For Life!
A phrase we may have heard many times growing up from adults around us when things weren’t going their way. Sometimes we may feel that is all that’s left to us when life overwhelms us as well. But there is a spiritual truth to doing just that. Many times, we are instructed in God’s word to call out, call upon, cry aloud or to shout out during our times of communion, requesting and deliberation with God. He says in His word come let us reason together and put Me in remembrance of My word.
It’s not as though He has forgotten, but wants us to remember. David said I have hid God’s word in my heart that I might not sin. Our moments with God are to reaffirm what’s in our heart, what needs are on our mind and concerns in our life. Many of our greatest songs are prayers and praise to God. Paul said in all manner of prayer make your requests known to God. Jesus said ask the Father in My name and He will give you.
For crying out loud... sometimes it is the right thing to do. Tears to God cleanse the soul and verbalizing your prayers gives faith to your hearing. Paul said we are to speak to ourselves psalms and hymns, making melody in our hearts to the Lord. And why... faith comes by hearing, even when it is our own voice. So, cry aloud and shout to the heavens, not with a voice of anger but of triumph. God says in His word call upon Me and I will answer you and show you. He’s waiting for your call to be restored and renewed and all...for crying out loud.
Michael Shoemaker is a poet, writer, and photographer. His writing has appeared in Ancient Paths Literary Journal, the Christian Courier, The Compass Literary Magazine, and elsewhere. He lives in Magna, Utah with his wife and son where he enjoys looking out on the Great Salt Lake every day. He is looking forward to two of his poems being published in the Poetry Pacific Anthology in 2024.
The multitude rejoices and praises God with loud voice. “Blessed be the King that cometh in the name of the Lord: peace in heaven, and glory in the highest.” Pharisees seethe and rebuke. Jesus answers with clarity. “if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.”
By the seashore, I hear cries of the killdeer song, spotted sandpiper call and willets warbling. Even children cry out surprised by incoming waves. Leave not to stones, what disciples are born to cry. All praise our King that comes in the Lord’s name!
(Luke 19:40 KJV)
A friend once told me this experience. When grandma cooked dinner there was a portion for the other. She sent me to bring them food and they knew they could trust she made it with loving care. The other was a lonely neighbor, a man out of work, a new mother, a child living in the streets, a mourning widow, a sick friend, an anonymous doormat delivery and many, many more. At dinner the other was not always apparent, but grandma set aside the portion anyway, waiting. Then, by an unseen hand her phone would ring, a visitor would pass by, or note would be on her door.
Sat on the porch with a elderly friend when the proselyting missionaries came up the walk. One asked her cheerfully, “Are you ready for Christ to come?” The response came swiftly.
Grandma would simply smile and nod her head. The portion of the other never went to waste and always found its home through His lasting grace. I remember my friend and her experience often. While timid and feeling a little unsafe these days I set apart the portion for the other. When I shop for food at the supermarket there is a section of the basket for me and the other The other portion I drop off to the local food bank with a silent smile and nod as I drive away.
“I think so. Come and see.” She showed them the full pantry filled with emergency food, water, and clothing - enough for her neighbors. They went to the back where they found extra fuel and a generator. They visited her garden with carrots, lettuce, radishes and peas. She invited them to sit in her velvety chairs in the front room. There she opened the well-worn bible and read a few words of the Master.
Then testified of Jesus Christ as Savior and Son of God with such conviction that I felt Elijah’s fire descend from heaven and burn through my whole heart.
When she finished, tears were streaming down my faithful friend’s face and all that I could make out from her trembling lip was “Yes, oh please, sweet Jesus, come.”
Award-winning author Melissa Henderson writes inspirational messages laced with a bit of humor. With stories in books, magazines, devotionals and more, Melissa hopes to encourage readers. Melissa is the author of “Licky the Lizard” and “Grumpy the Gator”. Her passions are helping in community and church. Melissa is an Elder, Deacon and Stephen Minister. Follow Melissa on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and at https:// www.facebook.com/melissa.henderson.9440
Spring in the Lowcountry of South Carolina was glorious. Temperatures were not too hot and not chilly. Perfect nights and days. Yet, when the summer heat arrived in June, our neighborhood began noticing a strange sight on sidewalks and in the street. Every morning and evening, the walkways were covered in worms, which made us think the sky had been raining worms.
Each morning, my husband Alan sweeps the worms off the sidewalk or uses the battery-operated blower to move the dried-up creatures from the concrete to the grass.
In the evening, when the temperatures have lowered, we enjoy taking a stroll through the neighborhood. Usually, we walk on the sidewalk. But, because of the large number of worms that have covered the area, we choose to walk on the street. The sound of crunches underneath our shoes causes me to say, “Yucky.” So, the street is better at times.
Recently, Rowan, Eden, Bop(Alan), and I walked to the pond to see turtles and check on the gator. Yes, we stay far away from the gator. (See “Grumpy the Gator” for more info about that https:// www.amazon.com/dp/1641118776/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_xeG7Fb0AP2HY7).
As we walked and talked, I spoke a casual comment. “Bop, there are so many worms. It looks like it’s been raining worms.”
I should remember that even when you think kids aren’t listening, they are listening. Rowan heard me and asked if the sky rained worms. After explaining that the sky didn’t rain worms and that it was just an expression, Rowan seemed satisfied with my answer. Or at least I thought so.
When our walk was over, we found refreshments at the house by enjoying cool drinks and popsicles. The day continued with bubbles, games of tag, drawing pictures, painting, and other fun activities.
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Later that evening, Rowan and Eden went home, and the house was quiet. Too quiet. Bop and I looked forward to playing time the next day.
The following morning, the children arrived with energy and ideas for projects. Rowan had thought about the “raining worms” and decided that the statement was true.
“Mimi, do you know that the sky really rains worms? Mimi, it’s true.” His expression showed that he believed what he was saying and wanted me to understand, too. This began a conversation about what was true and false. We discussed “sayings”, which led to a talk about “tongue twisters” about a woodchuck. Laughter filled the air.
Sometimes there is a need for a deep explanation. Other times, children are satisfied with a short talk about things. Then, they move on to something else like “tongue twisters”.
In every moment we share with these children, we learn from their innocence and their intelligence. The not-so-young can learn from the young ones.
Now, when Rowan and Eden come to play, we always look outside to see if the “worms” have returned. Another important lesson we discovered is that we don’t want to touch the worms.
At least, I didn’t want to touch them.
God created the worms and we can learn from them. Have you seen worms on your sidewalk?
Have you discovered laughter in nature?
“In His hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.” (Job 12:10 NIV)
Blessings, Melissa
Nicole is a licensed marriage and family therapist with over 14 years of experience in community mental health. She is the author of Remade: Living Free a book written for women in recovery from substance abuse and unhealthy relationships.
Nicole also maintains a blog at nicolebyrum.com as well as a podcast, 5 Minute Word. Both focus on topics related to faith and relationships. She lives in Northwest Ohio with her husband and two children. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading, running, or cooking.
The sea was churning, and the wind blew hard in their faces. Beaten by the waves, the men had become weary. How their hearts must have fainted within them when they beheld a man coming toward them, walking on the water. But then, what words of comfort they heard: “Take heart, it is I. Do not be afraid.” (Matthew 14:27).
What happened next never ceases to amaze me- Peter, knowing it was the Lord, joined him on the water. I’ve often marveled at Peter’s demonstration of faith, but even more, I’m amazed that he thought of the possibility of walking on the water. To be honest, I don’t think I would have.
In the midst of the churning sea, Peter stepped out of the boat. With his eyes fixed on his Lord, he began doing the impossible. What that must have been like! What was Peter thinking in those few moments? What did he feel? I can’t wait to ask him one day.
Yet, we know his walk was brief. Overcome by the sight of the roaring sea, he took his eyes off Jesus- and began to sink. In his fear, he cried out. But our gracious Lord, mighty to save, took him by the hand and led him to the boat.
How often do we feel the same? As though the wind is constantly against us- as if we’re being swallowed by the waves? Like Peter, it’s so easy to doubt- to take our eyes off of Jesus. Though I know our Lord is the One who tramples the waves of the seas, I struggle at times to keep my gaze upon his face. Sometimes I wonder which is easier: to trust the Lord’s ability to tame a raging sea- or to trust His ability to care for me.
And still, I know what happens when I cast my eyes on the cares and distractions of the world. Like Peter, I flail about, sinking quickly into the deep.
Helen Lemmel, writer of Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus, likely knew this lesson as well. At the very least, I’m sure she was familiar with Peter’s story. She rightfully wrote:
“Turn your eyes upon Jesus. Look full in his wonderful face. And the things of earth will grow strangely dim, in the light of his glory and grace.”
What a simple but beautiful reminder. The things of this world, whether the shiny or the sorrowful, pale in comparison to all that we have in our Savior.
Where are your eyes fixed? Upon the sorrows of this world? Towards the glittering distractions? Or, upon the face of Christ? May he alone be our vision. And when he is, our cares, worries, and concerns- along with any earthly glory- will suddenly grow strangely dim. Like Peter, we will not sink, but will be led to safety by the hand of our Lord.
“To you I lift up my eyes, O you who are enthroned in the heavens! Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maidservant to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the Lord our God, till he has mercy upon us,”
(Psalm 123:1-2 NIV)
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Andrea is mom to four great kids and Grammy to four delightful grands. Passionate about Jesus, friends, and people, Andrea loves to share all He has taught her in life. When not writing, Andrea enjoys simple things, such as music, heartwarming movies, reinventing recipes to be healthier, and cycling along one wooded road or other with the Lord.
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I’ll admit an anxiousness about me when the clock reads 3:00 AM and sleep won’t come. There is always a book I could read, but my eyes need rest, too. At such times, I usually begin praying for others, remembering to thank God for all He has done for me. Running out of words one restless night, I said, “Speak Lord, for your servant is listening.” (1 Samuel 3:7-11 NIV). The ringing in my ears, termed tinnitus, then intensifying, challenged the desire to simply wait upon God. It wasn’t long before I blurted that I felt afraid. The world is scary enough without the added problems of getting older. Who doesn’t have concerns as to what lies ahead? I don’t want to live in fear; I know fear is not the way God wants me to live.
Traveling through a storm on a recent trip back to the United States, our plane ride was full of turbulence. Easy to become apprehensive when the seat belt sign is on and flight attendants are nowhere in sight. And then it happened. With a hard bump and drop in altitude, my eyes darted to the window, catching the wing of the jet downward. Personal effects were sent flying, while screams filled the air. With body trembling and an acute awareness of a strong beating in my chest, the feeling was utter helplessness. Then the aircraft leveled itself. But a second bump and tip of the plane occurred; and like those middle of the night scenarios, fear was making its presence known, trying its best to get a grip on me. I do not intend to add to a fear of air travel, rather to share my eventual response to facing the possibility of death. Whether aware or not, every day holds the possibility. As Abraham believed, hoping against hope, (Romans 4:18) so would I. My daughter and her fiancée were also aboard this plane in another section. Above the noise of screaming voices, I said, “God, if this is my time to go, then I accept it.” A blanketing calm then came over me. From here, I prayed safety over all of us in Jesus’ name, next, doing as Gideon did and fleecing God. Vowing to never again complain, “Get me outta this world,” if He would take us through the storm, I put forth my request. While it is Scriptural to cry out, “come Lord Jesus come,” (Revelation22:17), we wait on God’s perfect timing.
On a side note, during the crisis, my husband’s reaction was oddly funny. He simply continued to play chess against the computer. When imminent danger had passed, I questioned his reaction, to which he responded he was not in control of the plane. Our responses through storms of fear matter. Our focus, what we will dwell upon, is what will make a difference in us. The God of hope fills us with joy and peace in believing, so we will abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13. I hope in His truth and the reality of life beyond this world. If our hope in Christ is only for this world, we are to be pitied (1 Corinthians 15:19). I hope in a new and better world where God’s will is going to be done on earth, as it is in Heaven.
Dr. Irene Surya is an award-winning author of her book, In Solitude with God. Her poems have been published in various magazines and anthologies. She has a passion for writing for the Lord and glorifying His name through her writings. She loves and serves the Lord with her husband.
Lord, I come to you
For strength from above
I need you close by In this time of intense sorrow.
Lord, I come to you
For comfort from your throne
I need you close by In this time of agonizing grief.
Lord, I come to you
For grace from heaven
I need you close by In this time of harrowing pain.
Lord, I come to you
For encouragement from your Word
I need you close by In this time of acute suffering.
Lord, I come to you
For You are the sovereign God You rule with wisdom and power
Everything happens with your knowledge.
Lord, I come to you
For you are the eternal God
You reign with glory and honor I surrender my life to you.
Lord, I come to you
For you are the Lord of hosts
Your ways are just and perfect I exalt your holy name.
Lord, I come to you
For you are the all-powerful King
You are worthy of praise
I bow down and worship you.
Steve Carter lives in Tupelo, Mississippi. He is a Bible college graduate, military and hospice chaplain, and musician.
Steve may be contacted by email at: Msroadkill@bellsouth.net
As usual, the Philistines and the “ranks of Israel” were looking to fight it out. This time, they were snarling at each other across the Valley of Elah, waiting for the other side to do something aggressive.
The Philistines soon came up with a plan that, in their mind, could not fail. They had one soldier who they believed was the toughest man ever to walk the face of the earth. They trotted all nine feet plus of him out with a challenge for their enemy, in what amounted to a “winner take all” fight.
Like most people who believe themselves superior to mere mortals, along with all that size and battle experience comes a lot of swagger. With a taunting voice, he yelled across the valley for them to send a man to fight to the death with him, one on one. Whoever came out of the fight alive would win the right for his army to make slaves of those backing the loser.
Judging by Samuel’s writing, every Israeli soldier there had good eyesight and hearing: “When Saul and all Israel heard those words of the Philistine, they were dismayed, and greatly afraid.” (1 Samuel 17:11 KJV). I’m sure they were all up for a fight, but not against someone three feet taller and wide as a minivan!
This taunting could not have set well with King Saul or his army, as they were used to being feared. Whatever effect it had, it did nothing to produce a champion for their cause. All this Philistine “trash talking” had been going on for forty days when David, the youngest son of Jessie, walked into camp.
Now David stayed busy. Besides working for King Saul, he watched over his father’s sheep, and delivered food to his three brothers who were in this army. David heard enough from the big braggart across the valley and, having no taste for retreat, checked into the bounty for his hide. The reward included the king’s daughter and lots of money! David added all that to a healthy dose of righteous indignation and put together a battle plan.
King Saul soon heard of David’s plan and quickly told him to forget it. The common opinion being that David had no chance against the giant. David soon made Saul aware of the Bear and Lion he had killed after they tried to poach his daddy’s sheep. In his eyes, this oversized braggart would be like one of them, because he had “defied the armies of the living God”. After rejecting Saul’s armor, he put his faith in “the Lord who delivered me from them” and started out across the valley.
David stopped long enough to pick up five smooth stones to use in his slingshot and stalked toward Goliath with the confidence of God and his delivering power!
Goliath went out to meet Israel’s champion and pulled up when he saw that the top of David’s head probably came up to his waist! Of course, as is the custom of bullies everywhere, the trash talk started again. He went on about how insulting it was to send a boy to face him and listed all the terrible things waiting for David. All this meant nothing to that boy. It turned out that David knew how to “talk the talk” and wasted no time proclaiming, “This day the Lord will hand you over to me and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head.” (1 Samuel 17:46 AMP).
Time for talking being over, David ran toward Goliath, loaded a rock into his sling, fired away and hit the big galoot in the forehead! The stone sank deep, causing old stupid and ugly to fall “face down on the ground.” David quickly ran up, grabbed the giant’s sword, killed him with it, before cutting off his head! After snatching up his trophy by the hair, he held it high and carried it around for all to see!
It’s not likely we’ll ever face anything the likes of Goliath. However, our giants are as big, just in other forms. Debt, rocky marriages, failing health, and rebellious children. These are all tough, but when we lean on the same God as David, we will defeat the enemy.
When faced with a problem that could be your undoing, don’t stand there shaking in fear with your knees knocking together. Be like David. After wrapping yourself in an unwavering faith in God, look your tormentor in the eye and tell him what’s about to happen! Then pick up your weapon, run toward and destroy the enemy! Also, like David, don’t be a bit shy about telling everyone how God has delivered you.
Then walk away victorious.
Lynn Story Downham is a fourth-generation artist who returned to North Carolina in 2014 after twenty-six years on the Florida panhandle. Her seventh family tree commission was for a “fami-ly tree for Jesus.” Twenty years later she is a born-again believer with a best-selling print, a beautiful family, and a passion for sharing Christ through her art. Find out more on Facebook by looking up “Lynn Story Downham’s Art” or “Lynn Downham Jesus Tree.”
It was Fall! I was so excited to paint the gorgeous fall leaves this year and couldn't wait to ride up the mountain to Blowing Rock, NC, only thirty minutes from our home in the valley. If I was to have any chance of capturing the vivid hues of cherry red, brilliant orange, red purples and yellow greens, I would definitely need an artist's handful of great photos of the trees that are the highlight of the fall mountain season in this area.
You know that saying, “First one thing and then another...?” The leaves were “peaking” as the locals say, and I would not be going to get there. Not this year, nor the year before, you get the picture. Too many responsibilities and as these responsibilities were God given, I tried to hide my disappointment by taking a quick walk in my backyard.
Our property is just big enough to have a half-acre of woods in the very back and up on the top of the hill. I don't know why I went up there except that I always find such peace when in God's nature and in particular in the woods, but I did not know there was a surprise waiting for me at the top of the hill, in my very own backyard!
There, splayed out, in all their glory, covering the whole half acre, were hundreds of baby maples like shining jewels in the morning sun! I couldn't believe my eyes! What a gift! I took so many photos. I’ll be happy to paint this gift again and again. And just think—what will it look like in years to come when these babies grow? Oh, my. Once again, He surpasses more than I can ever dream about. I am in awe of Him. Thank you, Father, for the trees.
“ Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.”
(James 1: 17 KJV)
Speak Lord, for your servant is listening.
Brenda McDaniel is the author of My Angel My Hero with two more books soon to be published. She is from Roanoke, VA. She holds a B.S in Psychology and M.A. in Counseling. She has enjoyed writing poetry and short stories, even as a small child. Brenda says she is now living her dream come true!
This is a time of confusion, hurt, and pain. Some of the once religious people are turning away from God. And some preachers are saying a lot of the signs of the end times have already occurred. We, as Christ’s followers, need to lift others up—wherever and whenever possible. Sometimes, just the simplest gesture of kindness and love can help a person. Such as helping an elderly person across a busy highway. Holding the door open for someone, whether or not disabled. Or smiling and thanking people for helping you. As at a restaurant or grocery store, after being helped or served. Small kindnesses can mean a lot to others who may be hurting or lost or alone.
We should praise people, whether they are family, friends or strangers, for their accomplishments, no matter how small. In these ways and more, you can show by your example, God’s love. We can be an example of how others should live and share God’s love, faith, hope with them. When we talk to them, it should be as a brother and sister, not as if you’re better than them. Show them you’ve been through hard, lost times yourself. And tell them how much peace, love, forgiveness and happiness loving our Lord has given you. If they walk away, you know in your heart you tried. Continue to pray for the lost.
In my life, my faith has grown strong through the years. Yes, there were years of hardship, hurt, confusion, and pain. But, also years of miracles and blessings from our Lord. When hard times come, you know, you’re not alone. For our Lord walks with you daily. My Mother was my example of true love of Christ and others. She treated everyone as a friend, with due respect and love. So, I have tried to follow her example. Throughout my life, I’ve tried to help others anyway I can, through physical or spiritual help. I’ve tried to treat everyone with respect and love. My motto is, if Christ could love me, in all my sin, I, as a follower, have no excuse not to love others. No matter what they’ve done or how they lived.
In the later years of my life, I’ve had the blessing of becoming an author and freelance writer. All of my writing is related to loving and knowing Christ as my Savior. My poems, books, stories and articles are all devoted to reaching others for Christ. Reaching out to the hurting, lost, confused and those who’ve walked away from our Lord. And I’ve met many other Christians who have helped me with my walk with God. So, I thank God every day for my many blessings and miracles.
Other ways to uplift others are through service and charities. Working with or helping people in need in all ways. Even Christians need a bit of uplifting, I’ve discovered. My words have uplifted and rejuvenated the spirits, hearts, and minds of both believers and non-believers. And everyone that loves our Lord can live by example and change the lives of so many other people in this hurtful, confused world. God bless us all!
“And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another-and all the more as you see the day approaching.”
(Hebrews 10:24-25 KJV)
God’s beautiful, lovely world!!
Laurie Glass has a heart for encouraging others through her writing. She has had many poems and articles published in both print and online publications. Laurie is a contributing writer for Chronic Joy, a ministry for those affected by chronic illness and other health issues. In addition, she won the Open Medicine Foundation poetry contest in 2019.
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I realize it defies all logic, but I was once afraid of food. Even though I was underweight, I still feared losing control of my eating. This led me to restrict my food intake, obsess over the number on the scale, and take diet pills.
It all started at a time in my life when I felt my circumstances were out of control. Also, I was no longer the person I used to be and dissatisfied with the person I was becoming. I’d experience a number of losses, disappointments, and trying events, which eventually caused me to doubt God’s purpose for my life. Without the support of those around me, I felt depressed and alone. I reached for something I could control that would also numb the inner pain I felt. Anorexia nervosa fit the bill.
It didn’t take long, though, to realize that I was not controlling anything, but anorexia was controlling me. Still, I felt powerless to stop it.
Even as physical symptoms mounted and I was concerned about damage to my body, I still clung to the eating disorder as if it were my friend. Deep down, though, I knew that my body couldn’t take the deprivation indefinitely. I’d fought the eating disorder various times in the beginning, but then I gave up and let it control me for years.
Eventually, I was determined to get back up and fight one more time. However, this time I went to the Lord for help. Until that point, I’d been afraid to do that. It wasn’t that I doubted He would help me. I knew He would. But I also knew that meant I would have to let go of the eating disorder. Finally ready to do just that, I no longer feared asking for God’s help.
With Him leading my freedom journey, I gained the strength and perseverance necessary to confront the eating disorder. Going off the diet pills and increasing my food intake were significant steps, but I also had to work through underlying issues, gain healthy coping mechanisms, learn how to process my emotions, face my fears, and more.
I recovered from anorexia. It was a step-by-step process, and I embraced each victory. Philippians 4:13 (NIV) took on a new meaning for me and gave me strength to persevere. “I can do everything through him who gives me strength.” I clung to that verse as I faced recovery challenges.
Over time, I broke free of the tight control of anorexia. Walking in freedom was more wonderful than I could have imagined. But even more, God used that life experience to lead me to encourage others who struggled with eating disorders. I ran a website for fourteen years where I offered faith-based resources for recovery. What a privilege it was when God spoke through me to inspire others.
This month, I celebrate twenty years of being recovered. It has been amazing. I don’t say that because my life has been so grand since 2003. There were many struggles during those years, including disappointments, health issues, grief, and challenges. That said, I can’t imagine navigating all of that while in the depths of an eating disorder. My recovery experience gave me insights and coping mechanisms that have been invaluable, as I’ve faced so many life difficulties. God knew twenty years ago what I would need to manage what was ahead. That’s what I mean by amazing. Click on the books below to find Laurie’s books on Amazon.com
Brianna is a Carolina girl that loves Jesus and her family. She enjoys watching the sunrise, photography, reading, writing, and paddleboarding. According to her teenage son, she’s a master chef in the kitchen, making gluten-free cuisine from around the world. She is conquering fears and anxiety daily by being her son’s co-driver for his teen series drag races. Check out her latest works at www.briannagrams.com and connect with her on Instagram @sunriseoceanwave.
What’s your charge?
We have become a society in need of battery chargers. We charge our phones and watches, and some of us even charge our cars. Batteries deplete over time and require recharging. People deplete too and need periodic maintenance to function properly.
Do you feel like your body or spiritual life is running on empty? Do you feel like your battery is at 10% or less?
Stop for a moment and consider this: Today, what is your charge? Are you at 90%, 50%, 10%, or somewhere in between? Are you on 0% and can’t do this anymore?
Who or what are you relying on to recharge you?
Do you rely on friends? Vegging out and binge-watching the new streaming series? Exercising? Unending social media scrolling? Maybe online shopping?
Are these sources really charging us up, or are they just depleting us more?
The power source that we all need to plug into, that can fully charge us, is the one who created us: God. We need to lean into Him to be truly recharged.
When you are tired, He doesn’t rest. (Isaiah 40:28-29)
When you are weak and weary, He is strong. (Isaiah 41:10)
When you don’t know what to do, He gives wisdom. (Proverbs 2:6)
In order to get this power source to fully recharge you, you must plug into Him. You must plug into His words, and they will provide you comfort.
You are probably wondering how you can do one more thing when you already feel depleted. I’ve found six things that help me plug into Him and recharge myself fully.
1. Start your day in the Word and in prayer.
When I begin my day in God’s Word, my day starts off in a better light. When this time gets modified or missed, it throws my day off and I just seem to be in a funk. That’s why several years ago, I started getting up earlier than anyone in our house, so I could have a few minutes alone with God. Those minutes are treasured time that charge my battery for the day.
2. Read the Bible in a different translation.
I read the Bible daily, and when I feel like it is becoming a chore, I switch up the translation. That helps me look at verses in a new light by shifting my thinking immediately.
3. Join a Bible study.
You may not have time to physically go to one, but there are many online options. Many ministries offer options and there are studies available through the YouVersion app. The ladies in our church started one in YouVersion during COVID and we have just continued offering multiple studies that way. My husband, son, and I started one on New Year’s Day, reading the Bible through in a year. Everyone has it on their phone and can do it at their convenience. The electronic plans help keep you accountable to being in the Word daily.
4. Listen to a new encouraging podcast with Biblical teachings and worship music.
There are lots of options available. You can listen during your drive to work or while you exercise. If I’m not able to walk outside with someone, a podcast is a great second choice for me. I started listening to worship music on my way to work and while my family was in the car. It helped us all to take a minute to sing along and get our minds right with God.
5. Eat Healthy foods and drink plenty of water.
When I choose fresh vegetables and fruits along with healthy proteins, my body feels better and I’m able to function better. When I go for fast food or processed junk, then my body feels cruddy. Making healthy choices in my diet and feeding my body nutritious foods helps me to feel better physically and mentally. Staying hydrated is also important for a healthy body and mind.
God didn’t create us to never rest. Even He rested on the seventh day! Rest is a way of recharging us physically, mentally, and emotionally. Sometimes we just have to take the time to rest, even when we don’t feel like we have the time. Be still in the presence of God and you’ll notice your body starting to recharge.
When we are recharging our batteries spiritually, physically, and mentally, we are able to truly live our lives to the fullest, as God calls us to. Incorporating all these at once would be overwhelming and most likely would result in a backslide, which one of these things can you incorporate into your day today? In a week or two, add another item. The more we take care of ourselves, the more we can love others and spread the gospel.
Prayer:
Lord, I pray for the person reading this today. I pray for the weak and weary, the one who doesn’t think they can go on any further, and the one who doesn’t know You fully. I pray that You, Lord, would meet them where they are and recharge them in Your strength. Thank you, Lord, in Jesus’ name. Amen.
6. RestThe author of the gospel of John and the three epistles of John is believed to be John, the brother of James and the son of Zebedee. This is not John the Baptist, who was the son of Zacharias and Elizabeth, although this gospel chronicles the beginning of his ministry.
Jeff lives with his wife Lorena near the small town of Hudson, NC. They have been married for over 34 years, faithfully serving their church wherever needed.
Jeff serves by teaching and in the outreach and visitation ministry of his church. He enjoyed serving on several short-term mission trips in the 1980s, where he helped in the construction of churches in West Virginia. Jeff is a member of The Gideons International organization, where he assists with local distributions of New Testaments and sharing the Good News of Jesus Christ wherever there is an opportunity. Please visit his website, https:// seedsowing.org/
Jeff is the author of Pondering God’s Word.
There are many parallels in the first three gospels, but John sets a different tone. Matthew presents Christ as the Messiah. Mark focuses more on the miracles Jesus performed. Luke provides a detailed biography of Jesus. However, John presents Christ as God. Most scholars agree that the book of John was written in the latter part of the 1st century, many years after the first three gospels, so he likely had read and studied those and wrote this book as a complement to them. It also seems to be written to the Greek audience, given how John presents the miracles Jesus performed as signs which would appeal to the Greeks. John is unique in referring to Christ as the Word. John speaks more of the theological aspect of Christ and His deity by recounting Jesus’ interaction with the religious intellects of the day.
Scripture Text—John Chapter 1, verses 1-5
Verse 1 is similar to Genesis 1:1-4 and 1st John 1:1-3, but if we look closely at the context, we can see subtle differences. Genesis speaks of beginnings. 1st John speaks of the manifestation of Christ, that He appeared in human form, and spoke so we could hear. John 1:1, however, establishes that Jesus is the eternal God. Notice the word “was”; indicating that there is not a beginning of Christ. He is eternal. When “word” is capitalized in scripture, it refers to Christ. He was the Word, and He was God. By naming Christ as the Word in this context, John shows us that Jesus’ role in the Trinity is to speak God’s message to us. By God’s Word, Jesus, all things were created. Each piece of creation in Genesis begins, “And God said”.
Genesis 1:3 “And God said, Let there be light:”
Genesis 1:6 “And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters”
Genesis 1:9 “And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together”
Genesis 1:11 “And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree”
Genesis 1:14 “And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven”
Genesis 1:20 “And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth.”
Genesis 1:24 “And God said, Let the earth bring forth the living creature”
Gen 1:26 “And God said, Let us make man in our image”
God used Jesus to speak all things into existence, and here in our text, John proclaims Christ as the Word.
When God first breathed life into Adam, it was more than just making him a living breathing creature. No, this life was the light of men. This light was man’s ability to think and reason, to understand that he was a created being, to understand instructions, to understand that he was subject to an Almighty God because he is consciously aware that there is a difference between the Creator and the creation. In verse 5, we read that darkness is much more limited in understanding than the newly created man.
The question is rather; Who? The answer is Satan. Although Satan is a powerful force to be reckoned with, he lacks understanding and the ability of complete logical reasoning. God has closed his ability to comprehend, disallowing him to accept defeat, and he will remain in that state until he is cast in the lake of fire. He fights against us still today thinking he can win against God.
Now the terrifying thing is that mankind is in the same state. Since that first act of rebellion in the garden of Eden, in our natural state, we have been separated from a Holy God. God took away our ability to have rational thought. Without that ability, we cannot discern ourselves as a created being and our role with the Creator.
1 Corinthians 2:14 tells us; “But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.”
But praise God, there is a “But God”. Romans 5:8 we read, “But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.”
Without God’s mercy and grace, we would be in the same situation as Satan, blind to our fallen state, cluelessly destined for an eternity of torment.
This New Testament Light that John speaks of is the restoration of understanding, a conscious reasoning that we are indeed separated by sin from the Holy Creator. As we continue our study of the gospel of John, we will find that we can have our life restored through Jesus Christ, the Word. The things of the Spirit of God are no longer foolishness to us.
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Pam McCormick is a writer and retired from teaching in the public school and community college setting. Pam had a story, “The End,” published in Isothermal’s magazine, The Mentor, in December, 2014. Pam was also published in December 2016 in collaboration with eight other authors to write a devotional book, Ancient Stones Timeless Encouragement. Pam is a member of the Encouragers’ Christian Writers’ Group that meets monthly. In her free time, she enjoys hiking and tent camping with her husband, watching old time westerns, doing crossword puzzles and spending time with her daughter in Maryland and her son, his wife and granddaughters, in Fuquay-Varina.
You can contact her at pjmc411@gmail.com.
Drinking water out of a garden hose
Playing Rollerbat, flag football, and flashlight tag with the neighborhood kids
Getting a jar and catching fireflies
Just sitting on the front porch steps without a care in the world
Watching baby kittens being born
Eating huge slices of watermelon and juice dripping all over you
Riding my bike with my sister to Hardees to get a cheeseburger and fries
Climbing a Magnolia tree just to sit in the branches
Eating peaches off a tree
Making homemade banana ice cream
Walking through the woods to Rexall Drug store to get a paper bag full of candy.
There were no slides, swings or other playground equipment, just a creative imagination and fun waiting to be found in the great outdoors.
The excitement of seeing a new neighbor move in and them letting us use their boxes to build forts that we interconnected.
Just being a kid!
Jerry Davidson is a writer, author, and songwriter. He lives in central Arkansas with his wife and daughter. His topics include theology, politics, culture, philosophy, and fiction.
There once was a young wolf alone in a pasture. As he wandered the land, he saw a flock of sheep whose shepherd was fixing his fences.
“What interesting animals!” he said to himself. “I must see what they are!”
The wolf came close to the flock to see what they did. He watched them prance about and graze on the green grass for days.
“They have so much fun, and I quite like how they look,” he thought.
Soon, the wolf began acting like the sheep, and he wondered if he was meant to be sheep himself.
One day, the shepherd began sheering all the sheep. When the shepherd finished, the wolf saw that the sheep’s wool was all over the ground. This gave him an idea!
“If I can get all their wool on me, I would be one of them!” he said excitedly.
The wolf got all wet and muddy by rolling around the banks of a stream. He then ran over to where the shepherd had been sheering the sheep and rolled around in the grass until he was covered in sheep’s wool. Now, he looked kind of like a sheep himself, but only a little bit.
The next day at sunrise, while the sheep were waking up, the young wolf, still covered in sheep’s wool, walked near the flock. The shepherd saw him and, thinking the wolf was just an odd-looking sheep, brought him into the fold. The wolf was so happy to be a sheep, but the next day, the wolf didn’t see the other sheep playing and grazing like they had been days before. Now, they were sleeping most of the day.
The wolf got mad and said, “You’re not being good sheep! Look!” he said, prancing around and eating grass. “This is what a good sheep does!”
Some of the younger sheep agreed and began prancing and grazing without stopping. The older sheep rolled their eyes and went back to sleep, but one sheep stood up and said, “Playing and eating doesn’t make us good sheep. Good sheep obey their shepherd, and he lets us enjoy his pastures.”
“No, good sheep play and eat all the time,” the wolf said. “The shepherd will protect you wherever you go.”
The shepherd saw all of this, but he went back to fixing his fence. To him, it looked like his sheep were content playing, eating, and sleeping in comfort.
The next day, the wolf argued with the one other sheep all day. The old sheep walked away from them to sleep, eat, and get petted by the shepherd. The young sheep continued playing and eating while the wolf and the one other sheep yelled at each other.
Finally, the wolf yelled to the one other sheep, “You should let the shepherd teach you how to be a sheep. Leave us alone.”
At this, the wolf ran off to be with the young sheep. They pranced about the pasture all day long, but some of the wolf’s white sheep’s wool began falling off the more he pranced about.
The one other sheep who’d been arguing with him saw it and ran toward the shepherd, crying out, “HE’S A WOLF! He is not a sheep! He’s a WOLF!”
All the young sheep rolled their eyes, ignoring the one other sheep’s cries. Then, the wolf said to all the young, prancing sheep around him, “You know, I grew up in this pasture on my own. We can go out and prance and eat all we want and let these old sheep be.”
So, the wolf and all the young sheep went off into the pasture alone. The shepherd didn’t see them leave and the one other sheep couldn’t reach him because all the old sheep were acting hungry for new grass.
The wolf and young sheep pranced all about the pasture until they fell asleep in an open field. That night, while they were all fast asleep, a ravenous pack of wolves, who’d heard them prancing about all day, came upon them. They devoured them one by one while the rest slept. The young wolf awoke after all the other sheep had been eaten, and he saw the wolves leering over him, still hungry.
Seeing all the young sheep having been eaten, he cried out, “Don’t eat me! I’m a wolf. I’m a WOLF!”
He even tried howling, but the wolves, seeing only a few patches of gray fur and the rest being sheep’s wool, decided he was a sheep. They devoured him as well and went looking for more sheep.
Christina Sinisi writes stories about families, both the broken and blessed. A member of American Christian Fiction Writers, her works include a semi-finalist in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest and the American Title IV Contest in which she appeared in the top ten in the Romantic Times magazine. Her published
My father was born there. His father died there. The building itself was a general store, taken apart in Clifton Forge, a city almost an hour away by back roads, and reconstituted on the farm. The site had held at least two houses before—burned down when my aunts sneaked and smoked cigarettes—twice. The same stupid mistake.
A tin roof hovered over gray shingled-two stories and a rickety front porch with pretentious white pillars. At best, we had two working swings—otherwise, one or both dragged the floor, chain flopping, because someone swung too hard. Inside, there was a central staircase and two rooms on either side, four up and four down. My memories of the 1960s involve an outhouse until my father took space from the back porch and created a bathroom—that opened right off the kitchen—a little awkward, to say the least.
My bedroom was at the back of the house. One sliding window allowed me to perch on the back porch roof—not that I did often, tin equals hot—but the view of the Blue Ridge mountains and the woodshed and the barn and the Herefords in the fields still lingers. Opposite, another wide window opened to cherry blossoms in the spring and Formosa flowers in the deep summer. Summers were spent traipsing through the woods and splashing in the creek—and sliding down waterfalls.
Not to say there weren’t negatives—a store built in the 1800s didn’t even consider insulation. Without central heat or air, we hung blankets on the windows and tucked rags against every door jamb in the winter. We’d sleep with so many quilts movement was impossible. In the summer, we had floor fans. The whirring of those blades still means sweet, lazy days. When my fiancé came to meet my parents, he dragged the bear rug (my father was a hunter) and slept on top of the heating grate—where warmth rose from the wood stoves below.
He married me anyway.
So many memories, Christmases, curling up to read a good book with cows lowing on either side of the road, stacking hay bales in the barn, raising calves on the bucket, and walking the side road the day before my wedding—formal living room stacked with my gifts.
I grew up; I moved across the country.
I visited every summer I could, and on holidays.
My father passed away in the same room where his father died—even though they took him to the hospital to make it official. As befitting, he left everything to my stepmother with certain items designated to each of us girls.
She offered for each of us to buy the farm from her, but none of us could—I live several states away and am years away from retiring. So, strangers bought the farm that had been in the family for generations. My heart hurt, but there was always the possibility—later, when I retired or when I won the lottery.
Then, the unexpected happened. The new owners built their own house and tore everything else down.
The house, the barn, all the outbuildings, even a relatively new horse barn with stables--gone. I don’t know why—other than the farmhouse and the barn, all could have been useful—and, in my mind, redeemable.
All gone. For months, I had nightmares of trying to save what I always thought of as home.
Many people said they didn’t know how I could still talk to my stepmother. She told us that she was too old to take care of a farm by herself, true. She said she needed the money to buy a new place in the city, understandable, but there had to have been another way, my heart and head argued.
As a Christian, I never had a choice. In Matthew 18:21-22, Jesus told the disciples to forgive seventy times seven, so who was I to balk at one?
In Colossians 3:13, Paul admonishes us to forgive as the Lord forgave you. So, I have. Or at least I have tried.
How? I said I would. Then, I acted as if I had. And finally, I forgave.
Be kind to yourself and give yourself time. The nightmares are gone.
Jesus promised to go ahead and prepare us a mansion…. in John 14:2 (NIV): “I am going there to prepare a place for you.” Lord, if possible, make mine a farmhouse with chickens.
Karen has a background in broadcasting, television and radio, and as a writer for several newspapers. She started her own marketing agency and enjoys working with her husband, Craig.
She is an author, photographer, graphic artist, and writer.
I’m sure you have all had times when your life feels like it has been turned upside down. Times when you have problems finding downtime. And times when you wonder how you will get through this trial. I can relate. We have been through trials starting in February 2022 with Craig’s health. We have been raising our 18-month-old grandson since last November, and we have had four deaths in the family over the past few months. It isn’t always easy. What are the words to the song, I Never Promised You A Rose Garden? I think it said something like along with the sun, you are going to have rain sometimes.
“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.” (James 1:2-4 NKJV)
It is easy to stay buried in the past and let the evil one keep you down. Yet, time after time, we are told to give our problems, stresses, and hurts to God. Philippians 4:6-7 (NKJV) tells us, “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”
It truly is easier to give advice than to take it. I have been very tired and have not been taking good care of myself. It has caught up and my body is telling me to stop and make some changes in my lifestyle. Eat better, get more quality sleep, exercise, and RELAX!
“Therefore, do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” ( Matthew 6:34 NKJV)
I made a commitment last week to change my lifestyle and attitude to see the blessings in what we are experiencing. I look at our grandson and can’t help but feel blessed we get to see him growing up. He is a sweet and smart little guy. I am taking control of my health and have already lost weight and my sugar levels are coming down and close to being in line with what I need. I am taking time to relax and not carry the burden of worrying about disappointing anyone. Sometimes you just need extra time. I pray you take time to pray and give your worries to God. He is there waiting for you. Be blessed.
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As former owner and creative director of two advertising agencies, Linda has years of experience creating a public impression of a product through the media using television commercials, radio and print advertising, press releases, and marketing campaigns
Linda has been a caregiver for her son; a volunteer who travelled to Egypt and helped Sudanese refugees; a volunteer for a local food ministry, and a Creative Writing teacher for the Arts and Humanities Council of Tulsa for their Artists in the Schools program.
“Then you will go on your way in safety, and your foot will not stumble.”
(Proverbs 3:23 NIV)
A road trip, vacation, or just a short trip for the weekend can all be fun, especially in the summer!
God says that He will go with us and keep us safe. That is something I almost forgot on one particular road trip! Of course, I was excited as you can imagine. After retiring from my job and being home alone for months, any road trip sounded great to me. But I did not know how dangerous this road trip would turn out to be!
Diving with a friend and going from my home to a Church camp location, we were in the middle of lots of traffic. Generally, that is not a problem, but on this day, a young man who had only just gotten his driver’s license, as we found out later, was not prepared for the number of automobiles on the highway. He tried to change lanes, speeded up and then apparently, changed his mind and tried to get back into the lane he was just exiting. Unfortunately, another car had sped up and took the place he had vacated, so there was a crash! We were close enough to see it but just barely far enough away not to be affected by it. Whew! God kept us safe!
But it doesn’t have to be a crash on a busy highway for God to keep us safe. It can be a trip to the grocery store or even walking out to get the mail. He says in Psalm 37:31, our “steps shall not falter”.
As we arrived at our destination, unharmed, we were surrounded by children excited to be at Summer Camp. We were then appointed the “Road Trip” sponsors! If anything was needed from the nearby small town, we would drive there and get it. After several trips, I wondered if my friend who was doing the driving was volunteering us for more trips than was actually needed. Each trip to the small town was on a different road! My friend drove me through some beautiful tree-lined roads; past a stream; over a short bridge; and yet each time, she got us to the little town. Being with the children was fun and exciting and being driven We can think of our lives as a road trip. All our experiences, relationships, happiness, sadness, and all the things that make up our existence during our lifetime. God says He has a plan for us. In Jeremiah 29: 11, the Bible says God has plans to prosper us and give us hope and a future. Wow! God has great plans for you and me!
We can think of our lives as a road trip. All our experiences, relationships, happiness, sadness, and all the things that make up our existence during our lifetime. God says He has a plan for us. In Jeremiah 29: 11, the Bible says God has plans to prosper us and give us hope and a future. Wow! God has great plans for you and me!
Think about that. No matter where you were born, if you had your natural parents, or if you were adopted. If you live in the United States of America or any other country. If you are male or female. If you are tall or short. Everything about you was pre-planned by God for your life. When bad things happen, His peace carries you. No matter what difficulties you may face, God is with you, helping you through it. And all the while, gently teaching you things you need to know. When wonderful surprises happen that really bless your heart, God gets all the praise! From birth to death and everything in between, if you have made Jesus the Lord of your life and your Savior, then God is your Father. The Creator of the universe also created YOU!
If you haven’t yet made Jesus your Savior, it’s simple to do. Just pray a heartfelt prayer something like this one: “Lord Jesus, I confess I am a sinner and in need of salvation. I believe You died on the cross as the substitute for my sins. I believe You rose again from the dead, and that whoever believes in You not perish but have everlasting life. I trust in You and I place my faith in You. Thank You for dying for me, forgiving my sins, making me clean, and covering me in Your own perfect righteousness. Thank You for all that You have done for me. I receive You into my life as my Savior, and I choose to follow You and serve You all my life. Thank You for hearing my prayer, Amen.”
With Jesus as the Lord of your life and God as your Father, when you reach Heaven after an amazing life on earth, you can look back and say, “What an incredible Road Trip!”
Dr. Kathleen B. Oden is an author, missionary, and Bible teacher. She has been the Administrator of God’s House of Refuge Church & School of Evangelism, for 25 years. Dr. Oden attained a Doctorate degree in Christian Theology in 2000. After a bad fall in 2014, she realized that she had to start eating healthy, in order to fully recover. She became a Certified Health Minister and a Certified Essential Oil Coach. She loves ministering to people and God gave her a health ministry called, Create AnewU Health Ministry. Her health ministry has opened the door for her to share what the WORD OF GOD has to say about eating healthy. Dr. Oden has published over 20 books through Amazon.com and several of them are about health and wellness. https://createanewuhealthministry.com
As Christians, we have a mandate from God to build His kingdom and to advance His cause in the world. But what does kingdom building entail, and why does it matter? Building God's kingdom is not a task that we can undertake alone. Kingdom building requires all of us to cooperate and collaborate as we work together to accomplish God's purposes. In order to build unity among God's people, we must prioritize love and humility in our interactions with one another.
We must set aside our differences and grievances and seek to build up one another for the sake of the gospel. Most Christians know that building the kingdom of God is not without its challenges and sacrifices. Jesus warned his followers that carrying out this mission would require them to take up their cross daily and to endure persecution and rejection. "And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple."
(Luke 14:27 KJV)
Building God's kingdom is not only a duty, but a great privilege and source of joy. Those who serve faithfully in building God's kingdom can look forward to an eternal reward, both in this life and the next. Ultimately, it is the power of God that makes it possible.
Therefore, it is through the power of the Holy Spirit that we can bear fruit in our witness and overcome the world's opposition. We must remember that our bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit. "Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own;" (1 Corinthians 6:19 NIV).
Prioritizing self-care and wellness enables us to honor this truth. Make time for regular exercise, eat nourishing foods, get sufficient rest, and care for our mental and emotional well-being. By taking care of ourselves, we can have the energy, strength, and clarity of mind needed to serve God and others.
Just as a strong foundation is essential for building a physical structure, prioritizing our health and well-being forms a foundation for successfully contributing to God's Kingdom. When we make choices that support our physical, mental, and emotional health, we equip ourselves to not only, better serve others, but also to fulfill our purpose, Building the Kingdom God. Let us therefore serve with gladness, anticipating the day when we will hear our Savior say, "well done, good and faithful servant" (Matthew 25:23), because we committed to Building the Kingdom of God!
Recipe: Quinoa and Vegetable Power Bowl
Ingredients:
- 1 cup cooked quinoa
- Assorted vegetables, such as roasted sweet potatoes, steamed broccoli, sautéed bell peppers, cherry tomatoes, and sliced avocado
- Protein options: grilled chicken, roasted chickpeas, or baked tofu
- Optional toppings: fresh herbs (such as basil or cilantro), lemon or lime wedges, and a drizzle of olive oil or vinaigrette dressing
Instructions:
1. Cook quinoa according to package instructions or use pre-cooked quinoa.
2. Prepare the vegetables and protein according to your preference, ensuring they are cooked to your desired level of tenderness.
3. Assemble the power bowl by placing a portion of cooked quinoa as the base, followed by a colorful assortment of vegetables and protein.
4. Garnish with optional toppings, such as fresh herbs, lemon or lime wedges, and a drizzle of olive oil or vinaigrette dressing to add flavor.
5. Enjoy this nourishing and satisfying meal that provides essential nutrients, energy, and support for your overall health and wellness.
Remember to tailor the recipe to meet any specific dietary needs or preferences you may have.
Paul Lewellan retired from education after fifty years of teaching. He lives and gardens on the banks of the Mississippi River with his wife Pamela, his Shi Tzu Mannie, and their ginger tabby Sunny. He has recently published work in As Surely As the Sun, Clayjar, and Solid Food Press.
It’s a familiar tale. There’s a wedding at Cana, a small town nine miles away from Nazareth. The plot seems pretty straightforward. Mary, the mother of one of the other guests, obviously knows the wedding couple because she is concerned about them. “They have no more wine,” she tells her son. That’s a big deal. That she knows he’s capable of doing something about the problem is also a big deal, but let’s focus on the wedding first.
Jewish wedding traditions call for an extravagant feast for the guests, often lasting for days. Running out of wine so early would have been a humiliation remembered by the town long after the other wedding details were forgotten.
Jesus and his disciples were in the area. Earlier, Jesus had spotted Nathaniel, a local, who was from Cana, sitting under a fig tree and called him to be a follower. That might explain why the disciples were invited to the wedding. Some have even suggested that the presence of the disciples may have been the reason the wine ran out so early. Turning water into wine is considered his first miracle.
The Merriam-Webster dictionary provides two definitions of miracle.
1: an unusual or wonderful event that is believed to be caused by the power of God, a divine miracle.
2: a very amazing or unusual event, thing, or achievement.
Usually, when examining this story, people focus on the first definition. “This was an amazing event caused by Jesus, a divine being. End of story. Let’s move on to his bigger and better miracles.” I suggest instead that we view this event through the lens of the second definition.
Consider the bride and groom. They’re getting married. Everyone they know is invited. The village of Cana is a poor town, suggesting this wedding was probably done on a budget. The couple is devastated when they hear the wine has run out already. They’re embarrassed and dispirited. Then, suddenly, there’s more wine than they could imagine (180 gallons of good wine). It is better than the wine originally served. The miracle turns their marriage from disaster to small town legend. This miraculous act changes the life of the couple forever.
Now think about the miracles in your life. John Littlewood, a British mathematician, claimed everyone can expect to experience a miracle about once a month (Littlewood’s Law). The second definition of a miracle is an amazing or unusual event. Littlewood defined a miracle as any event with a one in a million chance. Doesn’t that sound about right? He argued a human is alert eight hours a day, and during those hours, he/she/they will experience one “event” per second. Assuming the reasoning holds, you and I can expect to experience a miracle every 35 days, about a dozen a year.
When my daughter was eighteen, she was diagnosed with thyroid cancer. She underwent an eleven-hour radical neck dissection. The thyroid, parathyroid, and cancerous lymph nodes were removed, but tests revealed the cancer had spread to her lungs. The only treatment was to use radioactive iodine which would seek the cancerous cells and kill them. Doctors locally refused to give her the treatment. The level of radiation necessary would kill her.
So, my wife Pamela and I took Sarah to University Hospitals in Iowa City, where we met the head of nuclear pharmacology. He told us without treatment she would die. And, yes, because of the spread of the disease, it would require administering a lethal dose which had never been done before. He remained hopeful that the dosage that should kill her could save her. Sarah survived the first lethal dose and a second one six months later. When she was admitted for the third dose, the doctors discovered she was cancer free. That was our first miracle.
The doctor told Sarah she would never be able to conceive, or if she did, there was a high risk of birth defects. Miracle two is our granddaughter Sophie, who’s on the dance team at Georgia Southern University and majoring in pre-med. Miracle three is Max, her brother, who graduated from high school this May and plans to be an accountant.
What miracles have you experienced? What one-in-a-million events have touched you? How did they change your life? Conversely, when you hoped for or prayed for miracles, and they didn’t happen? Note: it was Mary, not the young married couple, who asked for the miracle. She asked because she recognized what her son was capable of doing. Think about the miracles you might perform. Jesus fed the 5000. How many people might you feed?
Cindy J. Evans is a published poet living in the greater Atlanta area. When she's not writing, you may find her spending time with her husband, Mark, prayer-walking or serving at the local faith-based hospice.
By Cindy J. Evans
Lord, as we stroll along these streets, May we be those with beautiful feet, Praying the Good News will be spread To each home, each life, each bed.
We lift up each neighbor’s needs, Praying they’d live lives as You lead! You’re familiar with each person, each heart and we will intercede and do our part!
We feel the Spirit moving here and there. It is our joy to lift each burden and care, Knowing that You love them dearly, And answer prayers wisely and clearly!
Help us obey Your holy promptings, And give us the strength to continue walking! Lord, what an honor to serve and pray, Be with us now each step of the way!
I took a hike to go and see this beautiful waterfall in Sylva, NC. It amazed me during my walk when I realized I was completely alone at the base of these falls and, for most of my time, visiting this park. It was a very chilly day, so I suppose some just walked to the falls, looked, and hurried back to their cars.
I have learned to be very still and listen to God on these walks and when I find myself totally alone with only nature surrounding me. This is my time to talk to God. To praise Him for creating the earth and mankind. I thank Him for all that He has given me, my husband, my son, and his family, for our families, for our health and wellbeing. And then, I just talk to Him because I know He is with me on that path.
From a new devotional book by Karen Ruhl This will be published and available for purchase in September.
I talk to God about the path I am on and what I want to do to honor Him. I ask for strength and guidance. And then, I share what I think of the beauty He has surrounded me with. I smile when the sun hits the colorful leaves of fall and pops the colors. Color pops amaze me, and He always places them right in front of me because He knows I love them!
It is an amazing love our Father in Heaven has for us. Like none other. I pray you have times you are alone with God, in a quiet place that fills your heart with joy. I pray you take the time to talk to Him; He is waiting to find you on that path.
Amen
A Gypsy for God is a heart-warming story of how a woman facing major changes in her life determines where her future lies. Her strong faith in the Lord, a loving, supportive husband, and a community of believers enable doors to be opened, true interests to be revealed, and a sense of purpose to be revealed.
As the story unfolds, it touches our hearts as the couple discovers a heart for worldwide travel and a passion for the mission field of homelessness, poverty, and human rights. Yvonne Morgan combines a fascinating travelogue with her tale of discovery and fulfillment. There are distinct parallels to life in this story, including the changing of careers after many successful years, learning to travel to different countries, and experiencing the disparity of wealth and need in far lands. A Gypsy of God keeps us spellbound as it sweeps us along, experiencing frustration, hope, and elation. It reminds us not to give up on our dreams, the value of family, and to remember that God is always with us.
We thoroughly enjoyed this book and recommend it as a must-read. It pleases us to place a copy on the Faith On Every Corner Bookshelf.
Reviewed by Craig and Karen Ruhl
We were excited to read Jeffrey Foster’s Pondering God’s Words, first because he is a good friend and a contributor to Faith On Every Corner Magazine. Second, we know him to be a godly man who has carefully studied the Bible passages he references in his book. Because of this, it has blessed us to write the foreword to this book.
This is an excellent devotional study that helps us apply God’s Word to our everyday situations and experiences. Jeff draws on examples from his own life that help the reader understand and relate to themselves. As we read Pondering God’s Word, Jeff’s storytelling style makes us feel like we are having a conversation with him, which helps us to relate to the stories from each chapter. This book also invites continued Bible study and reflection as a way of life.
We highly recommend Pondering God’s Word and are pleased to have a copy on the Faith On Corner Bookshelf.
By Laurie Larson, Kelsey R. Budd, Melissa Henderson, Dianne Miley, Laurie Ingram Sibley, Jody Stallings, Christina Sinisi, and Annette Wiley (authors
from the American Christian Fiction Writers South Carolina Lowcountry Chapter)
Reviewed by Karen RuhlMy husband, Craig, and I have visited many lighthouses from California, up through Oregon and in North and South Carolina. We have both visited other lighthouses in Michigan (in our youth) and Ohio. When I saw the title of this book, it was a mustread! As it turns out, Craig and I visited Sullivan’s Island Lighthouse when we were visiting Charleston. On that trip, we met up with one of our friends, Melissa Henderson, and her husband, Alan. Melissa is the writer of one story in this book.
While reading this faith-filled book, we noticed that each of the authors had a very good handle on describing their characters and their encounters. The stories keep you wanting more. Reading each of the stories was entertaining and kept our attention. I plan on taking it on vacation this summer and reading it all over again. We were also happy to help support Sanctuary of Unborn Life for babies and their mothers by purchasing this book. I do have a favorite story, but I will let you read the book without giving anything away!
I look forward to future books from this group of writers.
By Tim Bishop
Reviewed by Craig Ruhl
I love this book for several reasons. First, many years ago, having accumulated many miles riding a bicycle over long distances, one day at a time, I could relate to many of the daily road events described in the story. Second, the development of characters in The Persistent Road is excellent, as Tim Bishop skillfully weaved elements of hope, faith, and endurance with examples of the death of loved ones, trauma, fear, and despair.
The author draws the reader into his tale from the outset and doesn’t lessen the pace, adding a great mixture of mystery and drama. I especially like the premise of following scavenger hunt type clues while on a bicycle journey across much of America. Tim Bishop interspersed biblical principles and teaching with a great narrative. We learn much about how our life experiences are seldom the last word of our eternal destiny.
Tim Bishop and his wife, Debbie, have ridden the roads described in the book and have experienced the many of the joys and hardships described in this story, making it easy to relate to. Their Christian faith has provided a firm foundation for The Persistent Road story.
A great read! I recommend it and am pleased to have a copy on the Faith On Every Corner Bookshelf.
Stephen D. Edwards is the author of “The Branch and the Vine” a memoir of long-term depression and hope. He also writes novels and short stories with Christian themes. Edwards’ most recent work has been published in “Agape Review,” “Faith on Every Corner,” “Calla Press,” “OpenDoor Magazine,” “Foreshadow Magazine” and “Finding Family” a Red Penguin Books anthology. Steve’s website is found at: https://twitter.com/AbSteveedwards
The room fills with cries of joy mixed with the cries of a baby; seconds old. Jessica’s midwife turns to her, smiling and announcing, “You have a beautiful daughter!”
The new momma looks around the room at her husband standing at the side of the bed, their smiles hanging by their cheeks like hammocks.
“She’s beautiful!” exclaims Tim, with a flood developing in his eyes.
He turns to his mother to say, “You now have your first granddaughter.”
Looking back on April 1 of 2028, Jessica and Tim will both look back on this occasion of Gina’s birth as the tiny moment which had pivoted their lives from the mundane to the extraordinary. But if they conceive of it now, they will not understand even half of what they say.
Jessica makes plans and preparations for Gina’s second birthday, wondering daily why her little one has yet to begin talking. Her friend’s kids have all begun talking by 18 months of age. Even without the ability to speak, Gina has quickly shown her intellect, pointing to the things she wants and needs to eat and drink. Sometimes she even shows when she wants to play with the family Schnauzer Barky.
Six months later, Gina reaches for her dad more often than her mom, even turning towards Tim while Jessica stands right beside her. The young parents become confused and awestruck as she learns to walk, run and use her hands, but she still can’t talk. They become even more amused one day when Tim walks into her room to find it tidy, with every toy in a neat place like a decoration.
“Jessica, come here!” he calls, standing just inside the door.
When she sees the display, she asks, “Did you do this?”
“No. Gina did.”
Three months pass, still without Gina able to say “Mommy” or “Daddy.” Yet Gina’s unreal tidiness persists. The surprise comes when Jessica finds Gina’s treasured teddy bear at the foot of the stairs next to the kitchen.
Jessica picks up the cute stuffy up and takes it to her room, putting it on her bed, ready for nighttime cuddling. When Tim gets home from work, he heads upstairs, but trips on the fifth step and falls down, landing with his head on the last step.
As Jessica panics with anxiety because of her husband’s fall, she thinks of Gina and the teddy bear. She thinks, Could this child really have predicted this?
With Gina looking up at her mom and pointing at her dad, Jessica remains doubtful and considers it a mere coincidence, so she doesn’t tell her husband about it. Gina is just getting started.
A month later, Gina puts a doll lying on the floor at the back deck’s sliding glass door. Jessica picks up the doll and returns it to Gina’s room. On her way back to the kitchen to start dinner, she notices through the window that snow begins to fall. Later in the afternoon, Jessica decides that she wants to use the barbeque on the deck to prepare dinner, despite the weather. So she opens the door to shovel a path through the snow. As she starts to clear, she slips and falls. She gets up, rubbing her bruised hip, thinking she should cook dinner on the stove instead. She can’t believe that Gina put the doll at the door just before it started to snow. How could she know?
Another month passes. Gina puts a little toy Schnauzer dog at the front door on a ledge facing into the house. Neither Jessica nor Tim notice that she put it there, but later in the day, the dog wants to go outside as he usually does in the afternoon. So Tim lets him out into the cold February air.
A few hours later, Jessica says, “Where is Barky?”
Tim answers with a pale face, but no words. Instead, he runs to open the front door where he finds a shivering dog, frozen saliva icicles hanging from his facial hair.
Jessica follows her husband to the door trying to avoid laughing at the sight of the dog, but she becomes distracted when she sees Gina’s canine figurine on the ledge. She points at it, saying, “Honey! Look!”
“What’s that?” he asks, taking the dog to its bed to warm up.
“I think Gina has been leaving us messages. She left her toy dog on the ledge, where she can barely even reach.”
“Are you serious?” he asks. “Now that I think of it, before you tripped on the stairs, she left her teddy bear with its head hanging from the very step where your head ended up.”
“Well. That’s interesting,” he says.
(Continued on next page)
“But wait! It gets even better. There was a snowy afternoon a few weeks ago when I wanted to use the barbeque to cook dinner. Gina put a blond-haired doll at the sliding door facing out.”
“Okay. What happened next?”
“She put it on the floor right where the door opens. When I went to shovel a path to the barbeque, I slipped and hurt my hip when I fell.”
“Oh I’m sorry, Sweetie!” he says.
“Thank you, Honey,” she says, kissing him. “I came inside and decided to use the stove instead. The part you’re going to find creepy is that Gina only has one doll with blond hair like mine.”
“It is a little strange, but now I can see what’s happening.”
“Maybe we should talk to Pastor Mike?” she asks.
Tim looks at her for a moment and says, “I think it might scare him, you know? He’s not into the prophetic aspects of the faith. But I don’t believe anyone can do what our girl has been doing without God.”
Jessica says, “I just don’t want to ruin her by taking advantage of her gift.”
“Don’t you think there’s just as much danger of that if we tell our pastor about her?”
Gina is now 24 years old and still cannot speak. She graduated high school with honors and got a bachelor’s degree in divinity by age 21 and is an associate pastor at a church in the city where she was born. At 14, she prophesied that Tim would get cancer in two years and survive it twice before he finally succumbed to it six years later. In that same year, she prophesied that Jessica would die of a heart attack in 30 years so that hasn’t happened yet and Jessica lives with her, communicating via sign language even though she can hear everything well enough.
Gina Barton Meredith is a mom and grandma who lives in the Dallas, Texas area, where she enjoys cooking and spending time with her family. She loves to write about Jesus and encourage others. Gina shares her journey on her website: https://ginabartonsewell. wordpress.com/
"A hot tempered person stirs up conflict, but the one who is patient calms a quarrel."
(Proverbs 15:18 NIV)
Which one of these are you? You may not be a hot-tempered person, but I think we all get too angry at times. Maybe you're the patient one, the calm one, the peacemaker. I've spent most of my life being the hot-tempered mess, always thinking I was working to solve a problem, and I would only end up making things much worse.
You know, I've spoken and written a lot about anger. It is a common human emotion. Jesus got angry when he turned the tables in the temple. Things in this life are going to stir up emotion in all of us from time to time and, unfortunately, one of those emotions is anger.
But if we don't resolve it quickly, it will become a sin. If we continue to dwell on the problem, the emotions that we have are going to boil over inside of us until it spews out in harsh words and actions. I don't know about you, but I want to be the patient one. I want to calm the quarrel, rather than stir the pot.
That is what I am working toward. Am I there yet? Absolutely not. Just when I think I am there, I get mad and mess up again. I am trying very hard and I'm looking to the Lord to help me find reasonable ways of channeling my emotions and resolving my issues.
We have to learn to rewire our brains and retrain our thoughts and realize that whatever happens, happens, and it is what it is. So let it go.
Something that I have learned during meditation is a way to begin that retraining process. First, meditation, in itself, is a wonderful weapon against any kind of negative thoughts or emotions. I learned that during meditation, you can picture whatever has you so upset and imagine yourself literally letting it go, watching it fly out of your hand and mind, like a bird taking flight.
Also, of course, opening your Bible and really digging deep to find the answers that you need in order to calm your mind. He is always here for us.
"Don't sin by letting anger control you. Think about it overnight and remain silent."
(Psalm 4:4 NLT)
A beautiful tree-lined tree near Georgetown, S.C.
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How hot is hot?
With the temperatures rising this summer, my mind goes back to my childhood. We didn’t have air conditioning. Just fans. My way of cooling off was to jump on my bicycle and take off like the wind in the park under the trees.
You know… I don’t recall my friends, or myself for that matter, complaining that it was too hot. We’d get together and have our parents turn on the sprinkler and enjoy ourselves. Water balloons, squirt guns, even pails of water. It was all good fun. The kind you can’t have when it’s cold out. LOL
Today, I rarely see children outside having fun like that. They’re too glued to their cells, notepad, or laptop. But then, so are we adults. Are we spoiled with the conveniences we’ve acquired? Probably so.
Back to the summer heat. Another thing I recall is having fun with friends as an adult. We’d camp and cook out. Then we’d start a water fight just like we did when we were kids. I remember one camping trip we took with another couple before we had children. We started a water fight after dinner and ran all over that campground with anything we could find that held water.
In the end, we were exhausted, and thoroughly drenched from head to toe. We sat at the picnic table with our husbands. Their billfolds, pictures, and even the paper money inside the wallet, had been neatly hung out to dry on a string.
As we relaxed, a few young teens came running around the corner of our two tents. When they saw our drenched selves and all the strange items hanging on the clothesline, they stopped dead in their tracks and gaped.
My friend’s husband stood, shrugged, and said, “You kids just don’t know how to have a water fight.”
They closed their mouths, turned around and went back to their own site. The four of us burst out laughing. Yes, we had fun. The summer heat didn’t deter us a bit.
The temps back then in Illinois didn’t reach 100 very often, but they were in the 90s. And it didn’t cool off that much at night if you were in the city.
I told you this story to present an illustration. When life is over on this earth, we have one of two places to go: heaven or hell.
Heaven will be like when I was riding my bike in the shade among the trees in the park with the wind blowing in my face. Or, like getting splashed by the squirt gun in that water fight with my husband and friends and then letting the wind blow through our soaked clothing.
On the other hand, hell will be worse than the temperatures a lot of us are experiencing this year with our heat wave. But in hell, there’ll be no finding an air conditioner to cool us off. No water to quench our thirst. No shade to sit under.
My final destination is Heaven. I hope yours is too, along with all those you know and love.
“We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.” (2 Corinthians 5:8 AKJV)
Little did Craig and I know that our road trips were going to include our grandson Damien now that he lives with us. We worried about how he would do in the car. We packed snacks, a tablet, plenty of diapers, and a few toys and off we went to Georgetown, South Carolina.
After checking into our suite, we headed out to explore. Damien in tow, he was the best little traveler we could have asked for. On the long trip down, he watched shows on the tablet, babbled, and just enjoyed the scenery.
We were able to visit the areas aaround Georgetown including an Abby where Damien got to get out and stretch his legs. He also walked the board walk with me in Georgetown.
I learned several things on this road trip. One, tell the photographer to watch for her own shadow (haha). Secondly, I cannot run as fast as a todler on the boardwalk! Third, Just use the phone while you have severe carpal tunnel, the photos show the beauty of the visit - that is what counts.
There are times when you just want to slow down and enjoy the scenery. Georgetown provided that for us and we will be back.There is so much to see, plenty of places to stop and eat, and very friendly people.
We hope you enjoy our little visit. Get your family in the car and go out for long drives and overnight stays. It is good for the soul to relax and break away from your every day environment. And the last piece of advice is to find a nice shady spot, and take a nap like this cat!
Shara Bueler-Repka is enjoying life as a singer/songwriter/recording artist, freelance writer, and award-winning author. She and her husband, Bruce, live in their living quarters horse trailer and call “home” wherever their rig is parked. Their mail-base, however, is Hallettsville, Texas. She loves sharing God’s Word through music with her husband, riding their horses (aka The Boys) in the backcountry, and writing about God’s grace in their various adventures on the trail less traveled.
Life is a lesson…a continual lesson and a journey, for sure. The following testimony was a “heads-up” to always be alert, because even the most seemingly mundane happenings can be part of a bigger picture… Our group was large. Bruce, I, and a few others scouted out the empty picnic benches at the local BBQ joint. I had nothing in hand to save our seats, but we figured there would be plenty of room to sit with the group when we all returned with our food. The busy order-line slowly meandered to the front, and we made our way to the counter. You know when you meet someone and there’s some kind of connection? You’re not quite sure what it is, but there’s something. Our server looked us right in the eyes with interest, like he knew us. Though he didn’t. Yet a curious connection existed.
He took our order and asked, “Would you like any bread?”
We thought for a moment. “I’ll take a couple of slices,” I said.
“How about 7 loaves?” he smiled, waving a whole loaf of Wonder. 7 loaves?
Obviously, this guy was a jokester. “6 1/2,” Bruce quipped back.
We all laughed, and then our server grabbed a stack of about 6 or 7 slices and held them up like he was offering us a prize at the fair. “How about this much?”
“Nah, I don’t want any bread,” Bruce grinned.
“Oh no, no. I just want a couple slices,” I chuckled.
He gave us an odd look. Why would it be weird to him that we didn’t want a bunch of bread? The strangeness continued. We ordered fountain drinks, and he handed us the cups. He then told us, rather intently, about the water cups over by the fountain machine. Hmmm, we didn’t ask for any water. Oh well. Whatever.
We headed toward the outdoor tables with our meal. But every table we’d scouted out earlier was filled to the hilt with our group. How did all these people get their food and get out here before we did? Probably because we were goofing around with the bread-and-water-guy. We found a table way over in “Siberia”, away from everyone, feeling disconnected and disappointed.
We sat down, prayed over our food, and prepared to eat. I glanced up and saw someone else from our group, Larry (in respect, his name has been changed), who had just arrived. I waved at him, and he wandered over and stood by our table. “Why aren’t you sitting with everybody?” he asked.
“No room, so we sat over here,” Bruce replied.
I grinned and nodded around a full mouth of brisket sandwich.
“Maybe this place has chairs we can use to pull up to one of the tables?” Larry suggested.
“No, it’s OK,” Bruce said. “We’ll stay here.”
Larry shrugged. We could tell he really wanted to help us join the rest of the group. But we soon realized that God had other ideas. We invited Larry to join us. He hesitated, clearly not wanting to intrude in our space. But he finally took a seat. We chatted for a bit, and I noticed he never made a move to go get something to eat. I started getting the sense that he couldn’t afford it. (Bruce told me later that he noticed the same thing and was going to give him the $20 in his wallet, but the Holy Spirit stopped him. Probably because of honor… God is not into embarrassing people). I surveyed the brisket left over from my sandwich-making. “You’re more than welcome to these two pieces of brisket, Larry,” I said. “I can’t possibly eat all this.” Even as I spoke, the “all this” seemed like an exaggeration. I again eyed the two measly pieces of meat on the wax sheet, almost embarrassed to offer him so little. I’d already chowed down on my sandwich, so no options there. He gratefully accepted the two pieces of brisket. Encouraged, I offered him the rest of my onions and pickles, and part of my buttered New Potatoes. It seemed he was very sensitive about taking all my food, so I held back a couple of pieces of potato. Then Larry coughed. He’d say a few words and then cough again. The coughing became more intense. I think I need some water,” he coughed.
Water? Well, guess what? We knew right where that was!
“I’ll get you some,” I jumped up and headed for the fountain drink machine. I handed Larry the water and a fork for his brisket. God had Larry covered. As we all talked, it became clear that by divine intervention, we sat in “Siberia.” We weren’t supposed to sit anywhere but here. My eyes drifted to Larry’s food piled on the wax sheet. Whoa…what? I did a double-take. I tried not to stare at the mound of meat. The mound. He had shredded the brisket with his fork, but no way could those two puny pieces of meat make that pile. He had plenty to eat now! We finished lunch, prayed together about some situations he struggled with, and headed for “the streets” with the group to pray for people.
On the drive home, Bruce and I discussed the events of the day, including the “meat mound”. “I thought my eyes played tricks too when I saw that heap of meat!” he laughed. “And, as you made your brisket sandwich, I wished I’d have taken the bread that guy offered so I could make a sandwich too.”
Well, had we accepted the extra bread, there would have been plenty for everyone…with leftovers.
The next day, when Bruce read his Bible, the Holy Spirit led him to Mark 8:5… about the 7 loaves and two fish. Jesus received what was offered and multiplied it to provide for the need. Later, I realized I gave Larry two pieces of meat. I also considered this: we had a “connection” with the counter-guy. Did the Lord prompt him to offer us the extra bread? Was that the reason he gave us a funny look when we refused it?
I’m sure whoever reads this will glean their own lesson. But for us? Our lesson was to graciously accept what someone wants to give. It may not necessarily be for our own need, but for someone else God will put in our path who needs that gift.
“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.” (Hebrews 13:8 NKJV)
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While visiting Israel, we visited the city of Magdala. Magdala was a major first-century port on the Sea of Galilee, a center of trade and commerce. Another famous aspect of the city came from one notable person, Mary Magdalene. It is unclear whether Mary lived in Magdala or was simply born in the town. Within the city, we visited The Encounter Chapel, on the lower level of Duc in Altum Church. I did not feel well this day so did not look forward to tromping around another site. But, on this visit, I saw something that stuck with me.
First, a little about the Chapel. The Encounter Chapel is first an archeological treasure: the floor is that of the original first century marketplace of the Magdala port. But the part that amazed me was the incredible mosaic that covers most of one wall. The art depicts the story of the bleeding woman touching the hem of Jesus’ robe found in Luke 8:43-48. When I got home, I kept thinking about the artwork, so I ordered a print and hung it where I could see it daily. I’ve included photos of the mosaic in this piece.
Jesus uttered those words to this woman. In my life, I long to hear God speak those words over me. So, what does this story teach us today about our own faith today? Let’s dig in and look for some answers.
The unnamed woman in this Gospel story is a woman who suffered for 12 years from this problem. The passage also tells us she spent all she had on trying to find a cure. So, was this a last-ditch effort for healing? I can relate to this part of her story because I often exhaust all avenues for help before I take it to the Lord. And yet God patiently waits for me to come to him. There is no judgement in his eyes, only love for his hurting children. So maybe we need to take our troubles to God sooner and let him direct our path to the right solution. I want to be a child that seeks to touch his hem with all my problems.
The woman’s presence in a large crowd would be unwelcome because she was “unclean.” For twelve years, she watched people skirt around her to avoid the possibility of contact. No hugs or fist bumps allowed. She lived in isolation because of her uncleanliness. Do we allow our fears and problems to keep us isolated? And sometimes healing looks like not letting fear take a hold in your life. Maybe a touch from a friend or loved one in a moment of shame, hopelessness, or deep pain can draw us back into the community of faith. The woman from the story found a community by touching his hem.
This story is not telling us God will always heal us from our situations. Instead, it shows us what it looks like to if we touch his hem in times of pain and heartache, isolation, and loneliness. If we reach out in faith, we receive the gift of truth: he shows us we are beloved and known intimately by our creator. And once we understand this truth, we can become the hands and feet of Christ to reach others. We can show others how touching his hem can change our lives.
Practice
Spend time today thinking about a situation when you felt like you were at the end of your rope. Did you reach out to touch his hem or did you pull away to find answers yourself? Ask Jesus to show you where he was during that time in your life? You can still teach out and touch the robe of Jesus today. Let Christ find you wherever you are and meet you in that place.
Prayer
Dearest Heavenly Father. I want to have faith big enough to reach out to touch your hem. Increase my faith, so I turn to you first in everything. Please meet me with my problems this day and let me feel your loving touch. Heal me of all my health issues. Thank you for your promises and love, even when I fall down in my faith. Amen.
Tim has grown up in the church and has held various leadership positions both in business and in the church. Tim is currently the Executive Pastor at LifePoint Church in Arizona. He has a Bachelor’s Degree in Marketing from Arizona State University along with a MBA from the University of Phoenix. Tim started the ministry of Discerning Dad (www.discerning-dad.com) as a way to write and encourage Christians to grow in discernment and make better decisions that honor God. He has a book called Everyday Discernment: The Importance of Spirit-Led Decision Making and well as multiple YouVersion Bible Plans. Tim lives with his wife Jamie and their two children in Arizona.
The summer, for many, is a time of trips and activities to beat the heat or at least find ways to keep the kids busy before school starts again. For me, there are two trips in the summer that I look forward to: one is the family camping trip with my church and the other is the men’s retreat. Both involve time away from the city and are in the woods. And, both trips share the same reality of NO cell phone or internet service, *gasp*!
Now, in today’s technology driven era, there are not too many situations where we are without access to the Internet or a phone. I am old enough to remember a time when we did not have the Internet, let alone portable phones. I did not have my first phone until I was 19 and it took many years after that to even have a phone one would consider “smart”.
Each time I am at these summer getaways, it is always a shock at first when I realize my phone has very little purpose except for taking pictures. We even call our men’s retreat “unplugged” for that reason. I always see the panic of withdrawal in many of the men who are coming to grips with the reality they won’t have their phone for a few days and what that means for their jobs and free time.
This year at the family camping trip, I brought up the perfect book by John Eldredge called “Get Your Life Back.” I would highly encourage you to grab a copy. In it, he outlines the crazy world in which we live that depends so on technology but at the expense of our very peace and wellbeing. I relate to the fact that he says we were not meant to bear the weight of every major news tragedy going on across the world. I feel those burdens myself when I get news alerts of a terrible event that now demands my thoughts and feelings of grief.
We were also made to appreciate beauty and to slow down our pace where we can actually hear God. Many today will claim they can’t hear God, but it is often because they have “white noise” going on around them. Try turning on a white noise machine up high and then have a conversation with someone; you can’t. God doesn’t want to fight for our time and attention and yet he desires it. He desires communion with His creation and it’s up to us to find space and time to just be with Him.
We are told silence is golden in theaters, but silence is one of the hardest things for me to deal with. My mind races and I usually need to listen to music or a podcast when silence tries to invade. Forget trying to pray in silence. My mind races and I constantly get distracted by my phone or tasks that need to be accomplished. And yet when I can finally disconnect and have times of quiet prayer, they are some of the greatest times with God I have experienced.
Not having my phone for a few days in the woods made me realize how often my mind goes to it. I want to look up a random fact, order something on Amazon, see the weather, check social media, look at the news, and the list goes on and on. Many touch their phone HUNDREDS of times per day.
The takeaway for me is to not treat the non-urgent as urgent. What should be urgent in our lives (prayer, Bible time, family, etc.) is often replaced by what we are told should be urgent (social media, phone calls, news, work, etc.).
I need to pause and take time to reflect and ask God into my day and moments throughout the day. I want to appreciate the beauty of the world around me that God has created.
Augustine said, “We must empty ourselves of all that fills us so that we may be filled with what we are empty of.”
Technology was created to make our lives easier so that we had time for the important things, but technology has become a crutch that we cannot live without and many have forgotten what is really important. A healthy balance is found in knowing your personal limits and what you need to detach from. Some people need to give up social media entirely, others might want to place parameters on your phone to act as a reminder when you spend too much time on there.
Some days will be better than others, I know there’s always another “unplugged” moment around the corner where God is waiting for me to return to Him and focus on what really matters.
Joseph Teti is an emerging writer from Hyattsville, MD. His workis soon to be published in Solid Food Press and Spirit Fire Review. He is a recent graduate of Hillsdale College, and a fierce apologist of Romanticism and Platonism.
Could I have turned a lily to a rose
By wat’ring with my blood her petals white? Uprooting her, my emptiness betroth? A dried up potsherd I, expect requite? Could I’ve maintained her beauty, my dust giv’n, and slaked her thirst in me instead of Earth? And am I smashed to pieces when I christ’n— an empty wine-skin hosting paltry hearth?
So thanks be to the Master of this roof, who drags me to Himself in breaking of! This broken jar is filled as further proof: though pour on Him my naught, He sends His Dove! Frankincense, or Nard am I, o’erflowing; He, plucking me in love, gives life ongoing.
Author note: The last two lines “overflow” and “on-go” with an extra unstressed syllable. Also, the questioning tone in the first two quatrains make clear that the poem may be read as a response to heartbreak. We’ve all been there.
Mike Buchanan is an author and freelance writer. His love for writing and poetry, along with his passion to be of help to cancer patients, inspired him to author the book “Mountains of Hope: Surrounding the Valley of Cancer.” This inspirational book provides daily doses of encouragement for those challenged by the disease. Mike is also a featured contributing writer for several Christian magazines. Mike and his wife, Darlene, live in Buckeye, Arizona.
“that they all may be one, as You, Father, are in Me, and I in You; that they also may be one in Us, that the world may believe that You sent Me.”
(John 17:21 NKJV)
Gather around friends and passersby and join Uncle Bear for confessions and devotions. Today’s topic: Prayer requests, or as they are being called today, righteous judgment. There are other names for these phrases. Gossip. Pride. Do I have your attention? I hope so.
For the few of you that are still with me. I’m guilty of what I’m talking about. Chances are if you’re still here, maybe, just maybe, you are, too. You’ve been in a Bible study with brothers or sisters in Christ, and said, “Okay, believers, we need to pray about Brother Slippedandfell. Don’t tell anyone, but he committed our least favorite sin! Let’s pray!”
Now with the advent of social media, its “Sister Screwedup did our other least favorite sin. Let’s condemn her publicly.” I’m guilty of the first one, less of the second one, but I’m trying to avoid both.
I have a question for you. Have YOU sinned since you became a Christian? Are you ready for this? I have. I would really not like to have it broadcast to the general public in gory satan-glorifying detail. How would you feel if it happened to you or someone in your family? There’s an old saying that bad publicity is better than no publicity. Not so when it comes to our Christian testimony.
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So, what’s the alternative? I’m so glad you asked. The Bible talks about these types of situations. In Matthew 18, Jesus says what to do if your brother (sister) sins against you. Keep those last two words in mind, “against you”. David killed a man, lost the baby conceived in the pregnancy that came from the affair, and then told God, “Against you, you only, have I sinned …” (Psalm 51:4 NKJV) So, those are some pretty strict guidelines, first of all, for what sin against us might be.
Alright, so we think someone has wronged us. What do we do? First, we go to them one on one, and talk to them about it. (Matt. 18:15). Don’t talk to your wife, your pastor, Instachat, Facespace, or anyone else. If they don’t listen, then take one or two others with you (still not preparing a public lynching, see verse 16). Then, and only then, tell it to the church, NOT unbelievers (do you know that everyone in your social media circle has the same beliefs you do? I know mine don’t). If he doesn’t listen to you, then publish it in Christianity Today. Oh, wait, that’s not what verse 17 says. It says then let him be to you like a heathen and a tax collector. (Which, ironically enough, Matthew was before he met Jesus.)
You may ask, “Mike, why is any of this really important?” Look back at the start of this article. The verse is from Christ’s prayer in John 17 for unity among the believers. We are all constantly asking Him to answer our prayers. We cannot achieve unity while we are busy shooting our own wounded, as the old saying goes. We cannot and should not tolerate certain things. Let the secular people shout it out. Not us. We need to follow Christ’s blueprint for trying to restore those that are struggling. Check out Galatians 6:1 for another great encouragement on how to handle such a situation.
Maybe you’re reading this, and Christians have hurt you as a Christian or a non-believer. I’m sorry. As I mentioned, unfortunately, I’ve judged in a way I didn’t want to be judged. So, all I can do is to apologize for when I or other Christians hurt you.
If you’re not a Christian, Jesus loves you. Okay, Jesus loves everyone. I mean, maybe if you’re not a Christian, one reason is you haven’t heard Jesus loves you, or you haven’t seen it in a practical way. Look at The Cross. On The Cross, Christ bled and died for our sins (all the things we could ever do wrong). He offers forgiveness for those sins. The wages of sin is death. That’s what we’ve all earned. However, to show God’s Love, He offers eternal life as the result of Jesus’ death and resurrection. If you want to receive it, just ask God to forgive you of your sins, and tell Him you believe Jesus rose from the dead to pay for those sins. Ask Jesus to take control of your life. It’s that simple.
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