Note From Karen Ruhl, Editor
Happy September!
What a wild summer for everyone. The heat has been pretty intense, and the hurricane hit so many states. Plus, the sad fire in Hawaii. As I write this note, another hurricane is hitting Florida and going to come up the coast. Please hold everyone in prayer that has been impacted by the weather recently.
Craig and I, along with our Time Manager, grandson Damien, did some short road trippin’ drives. It isn’t hard to find beauty anywhere you live. If you are close enough, go for a ride in the country. We love to point the farm animals out and even make the sounds of some animals. Damien isn’t sure he likes it when Grandpa makes a cow sound!
We would love to hear what you have been doing over the past couple of months, especially if you took any road trips or vacations. Send us a story about your summer and how God was with you all.
As we get ready for the change from summer to fall, I encourage you to check on your elderly neighbors to see if they need any help to get their home or yard ready. Besides doing a good deed, you will brighten their day, just stopping by to check on them.
If you would like to submit an article, please drop us an email and we will send you the guidelines. Drop us an email at Team@FaithOnEveryCorner.com.
Love and blessings, Karen
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COVER AND INSIDE PHOTOS
BY Andrew Demske
Note From The Editor ... page 3 Road Trippin’ With The Ruhls - pages 64-67
Quiet Time Rhymes ... by John Alexander ... pages 6-7
Tested By The Measure Of The Suffering Servant ... by Jordan Zuniga... page 8
I Hate To Edit and The Lord Is My Editor ... by Peter Caligiuri ... pages 10-11
Future And A Hope ... by Dave Evans ... pages 12-13
Morning Coffee ... by Michael E. Wells ... pages 14-15
Heaven ... by Irene Surya ... page 16
Quiet In The Neighborhood ... by Melissa Henderson ... pages 18-19
Friday Night Hospitality ... by Nicole Byrum ... Pages 20-21
Anatomy Of Comformity ... by Andrea Marino ... Page 22-23
Consider The Unneccessay Risk ... by Steve Carter ... Pages 24-25
What I Want: The Frightening Call Of Great Things ... by Craig D. Lounsbrough ... Pages 26-27
Seasons Change In Life ... By Brenda McDaniel ... Pages 28-29
The Benefits of Journaling ... by Laurie Glass ... Pages 30-31
Hope Found In The Unexpected ... by Brianna Barrett ... Pages 32-33
Titanic Faith ... by Yvonne Morgan ... Pages 34-35
Blessings From Above ... by Pam McCormick ... Page 36
Hold My Hand Daddy ... by Karen Ruhl ... Page 37
Hope, A Life Essential ... by Craig D. Lounsbrough ... Pages 38-39
Fall And Cooler Weather ... by Sharon Connell ... Pages 40-41
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The Fourth Watch ... by Karen Ruhl ... Page 42-43
What Is Love ... by Linda Castro ... Pages 44-45
Divine Peace ... by Kathleen Oden ... Pages 46-47
Judge Others By Their Heart And Action ... by Karen Ruhl ... Pages 48-49
Driving Miss Karen ... by Craig Ruhl ... Page 50-51
Book Reviews ... by Craig and Karen Ruhl ... Pages 52-55
A Psalm and The Bridge Of Faith ... by Mike Hall ... Pages 56-57
The Blessings Of My Herniated Disk ... by Mitchell Milch ... page 58-59
Faith With Feet: Petition, Provision, and Praise ... by Diana Derringer ... Page 60-62
Road Trippin’ ... by Karen Ruhl with Craig Ruhl ... Pages 64-67
There’s A Better Way ... by Shara Bueler-Repka ... Pages 68-69
What Are You Looking At? ... by Mike Buchanan... Pages 70-71
“Twas The Night Before The First Day Of School ... By Sherry Curtis ... Page 72
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Quiet Time Rhymes
By John Alexander
The summer heat in Texas has been intense this year. I reached into the stash of poems I’ve penned to find some to remind us that the seasons do indeed change and that the summer heat will not last forever. I pray that by the time the September issue of Faith on Every Corner is complete, this intense heat will have dissipated, but I’m sure a few of the days will linger in our memories and in the record books. I pray these poems are a blessing to you regardless of the seasons you have endured or are enduring in the weather and those seasons in your life when things are hard to bear.
Blessings, John QuietTimeRhymes.com
Each Day
We mark our life in years not days.
We measure seasons of our lives.
When looking back we see each phase.
At times we struggle to survive.
I’m grateful Lord that I can pray.
You listen Lord. You hear each prayer.
You give me strength I need today.
I need Your love. I know You care.
You’re always there to get me through.
When I’m in need You comfort me.
I read Your Word, I know it’s true.
Lord help my heart and soul to see.
Today’s brand new, the sun will rise.
Help me become each day more wise.
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Suffering
It comes on us quickly. It never seems fair.
How do we respond? Can we ever prepare?
A season of suffering shouldn’t surprise.
We’ve seen it hit others before our own eyes.
Our bodies are mortal. We know they won’t last.
The world chases evil, it’s part of our past.
When we suffer, devotion is put to the test.
Our faith is not tested by life at its best.
When pushed to its limits, our faith can mature.
Our faith becomes stronger, we learn to endure.
We trust in God’s faithfulness, tested and true.
He gives us endurance that we never knew.
Hold on to integrity, reach deep inside, And know that God’s love and His joy still abide.
Give Him praise. He sustains you, our Lord and our King.
Seasons of Blessings
The wind blew the leaves that now cover the ground. Fall has arrived with a nip in the air.
Those warm summer evenings, nowhere to be found.
Each season arrives with its own special flair.
The seasons of life, a more subtle change,
Those seasons stretch longer but nonetheless come.
I have my regrets, but I would not exchange
The seasons behind me, though youthful are some.
I’m blessed to have lived through a good many years.
I’ve been many places, seen how others live, Experienced heart ache and shed a few tears.
I’m blessed that the Lord thinks there’s more I can give.
I pray that I’m blessed and can finish life strong
No matter the journey, no matter how long.
Even in hard times, our heart can still sing.
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Jordan Zuniga is an emerging Christian and conservative poet, devotional and creative writer. His work has been published in multiple publications such as Christian Devotions, The Upper Room, Calla Press Publishing, Spectral Realms, the 504 Podcast, the Agape Review, the Clay Jar Review, The Penwood Review, Solid Food Press, and many more. He enjoys studying the bible and theology, honoring his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ with His creativity, playing his clarinet and various performing arts, competitive gaming, and other various activities. He is searching for representation from a literary agent to pursue traditional publication. His Instagram and Instagram messenger handle is @cccreativewriter, where you can follow and contact him.
Tested By The Measure Of The Suffering Servant
By Jordan Zuniga
Sorrow and despair, hearts weighed with anxious care, Bold enough to be tenderhearted, bold enough to dare, Times and seasons brought about ordained for our Lord’s sovereign reasons, So that we may be comforters to those in need, bringing God’s ordained lessons, Not disheartened or discouraged by the trials or deaths wraith, But overcome by a shield upheld, victory over the world through faith.
Joy despite the darkness, the wilderness seasons prolonged with pain, But used for our good and for His glory, and for our eternal gain, With the image of the marred, suffering servant bearing all our loss, Victorious and triumphant over the world and its passions nailed to the cross, Stewards of the mystery of the kingdom of heaven and where it dwell, The King of kings, the Lord of lords, the Prince of peace, Emmanuel!
So, if you’re in a trying time, do not go about and fret, For as silver tried in the crucible, so the Lord does with his jewels before they are set, Rejoice in every circumstance and be of good cheer as your Lord, Sing a song and shout His name in triumph with every chord, So that the lost may hear and ask as why they should believe us, “The peace that comes from believing salvation comes from the name of Jesus!”
May Lord Jesus Christ have all the glory!
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Karen Ruhl, Photographer
Life has a funny way of giving us unexpected adventures and detours, and my wife Nancy and I have had more than a few over the 50 years we have shared. We have two sons, six lively grandsons and one very special granddaughter! I love to write about nursing home ministry, as well as devotional articles, poetry and even a few songs.
I Hate To Edit
By Peter Caligiuri
“Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith…”
(Hebrews 12:2a KJV)
“For the Lord disciplines the one He loves, and chastises every son whom He receives.”
(Hebrews12:6 ESV)
I enjoy writing because I love putting into words both the emotions and ideas that come bubbling up in my heart. But, though I enjoy putting words together, I hate and despise having to edit them. While editing, it feels as if that joy of writing gets lost in the weeds of parsing sentence structure, checking for misspelled words and switching adjectives. Some days, I just feel like deleting everything and starting over! But I have learned that unless I stick with the annoyances of editing. I face the embarrassment of discovering my mistakes in print, after my article is published!
In today’s passage, God is first named the author of our salvation, and then we are reminded that as our Father, He is also the editor of our daily lives. I am so glad that, as our editor, God does not just wad us up and toss us in the wastebasket when we sin. Rather, He lovingly edits and corrects all His children’s mistakes. Sometimes it seems as if my whole day needs to be deleted and I feel like giving up. But the Bible reminds me that changes and corrections are a normal part of life for all God’s children. None of us gets to go to heaven unedited. The author of our salvation knows better than we do how our story should be written and He has an amazing ending in mind. So, let’s joyfully place our manuscript on our editor’s desk and ask Him to rewrite it His way, all the way to the end!
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The Lord Is My Editor
By Peter Caligiuri
The Lord is my editor
He checks every word And calls me to listen
Not just to want to be heard
Then He leads me through valleys Of shadows and strife And comforts my fears with His promise of life
Then invites me to His table Though my enemy knows And He fills up my cup Till His grace overflows
Looking back on the path
That the Lord and I share I see His corrections As mercy and care And he wrote me a note, “Why not stay at My home When you enter My city And your writing’s all done!”
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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.
Future and a Hope
By Dave Evans
The hot August sun beat down that Saturday while we waited for people to come for prayer. Under the shade of the EZ Up, we enjoyed a pleasant time of fellowship. Then a car pulled to the curb and parked, and Jason*, a middle-aged man, ambled over and asked for prayer. As he voiced his requests with us, we listened attentively, only asking a question for clarity when he paused.
It was the request for his son which loudly reverberated in our hearts, striking a chord of compassion with us.
Not once, but twice, his son Nathan* had attempted to end his own life. Thankfully, though, both times he was unsuccessful. Although Jason didn’t offer the details, depression had been a contributing factor.
How does a parent cope with that? Are there feelings of anger, resentment, and a sense of guilt and shame? Do introspective reflections point a finger of blame their way? Certainly, there must be many questions for which satisfactory answers are frustratingly elusive.
Suicide statistics are dismal and disheartening. For all age groups, the Center for Disease Control (CDC) recorded over 48,000 deaths by suicide in the United States in 2021; or one every eleven minutes. It ranked in the top 9 leading causes of death for people aged 10 to 64. But for younger people, ages 10 to 24, it was the second leading cause of death, with 15% of all suicides being carried out by people in this age range.
Feelings of despair, loneliness, and the inability to cope with seemingly overwhelming stresses of life can lead to suicidal thoughts. A person with a painful or terminal illness might view suicide as the only option to terminate their chronic suffering. And a sense of hopelessness may cause someone to consider suicide as a solution.
Sadly, many people do end their lives prematurely.
And it is the adversary of human souls who attempts to deceive people into thinking that suicide is the remedy. Jesus called him a murderer and a liar, and true to that description, Satan uses persuasive lies to deceive and induce people to murder (themselves).
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Centuries ago, false prophets lied and attempted to deceive the Jews in exile in Babylon to believe that their captivity would end within a couple of years. But, although their captivity would last a total of seventy years, God reassured and promised them they would return home.
And although they were experiencing God’s judgment and may have felt abandoned by God, He had not forsaken them and left them in a hopeless and dire place. In fact, He was thinking of them with thoughts of peace and He promised them a future and a hope. “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.” (Jeremiah 29:11 NKJV) The English theologian and bishop Charles Ellicott remarked, “To wait for that future, instead of trusting in delusive assurances of immediate release, was the true wisdom of the exiles.”
Today, regardless of how hopeless and desperate a situation we are in, He is with us and is thinking thoughts of peace about us. The often-quoted Charles Spurgeon said, “The Lord not only thinks of you, but towards you. His thoughts are all drifting your way.” The Psalmist David marveled at the innumerable number of God’s thoughts of him. “How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.”
(Psalm 139:17, 18 NKJV)
And the God whose thoughts of us are more in number than the sand, has a future and a hope for each of His children. It was Jesus who said, “The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.”
(John 10:10 NKKV) This abundant life includes a present blessing and a future and a hope as John Gill, an English Baptist scholar suggested — “‘and that they might have an abundance’: besides life, might have an abundance of grace from Christ, all spiritual blessings in him now, and all fulness of joy, glory, and happiness hereafter.”
Perhaps it sounds simplistic, but the beginning of present help and a future and a hope can be realized in Christ.
*Names changed
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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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SOLITUDE FOR THE SOUL
By Michael E. Wells
E. Wells
Solitude for the soul is food for the faithful. Jesus was with His disciples in John 4:32 and as they were encouraging Him to eat said this, “I have food to eat of which you do not know.” The disciples thought someone had given Him food, but He explained to them what He meant by saying, “My food is to do the will of Him who sent Me.” Earlier in the chapter He reveals that God is Spirit and that is where we are to worship Him, in our spirit. It is for us that many times, through seclusion, we touch the Presence of God and are filled and renewed. Sometimes we just simply need to put ourselves away. If Jesus had to separate Himself from everyone and everything to be alone with the Father, how much more do we?
His Presence is the Bread from heaven and the Waters of life. But for many of us, not only do we take into our bodies that which is harmful to our flesh, we also take into our spirits that which causes us to be weak in faith. “I have food of which you do not know.” For us, it is a table for one at the invitation of Deity, not to be consumed with tines and blade but with heart yearning and spirit enveloping grasps. Only there does the world make sense and life meaningful. Only there are we truly encouraged to do the will of Him who sends us and find the strength to maintain. Though this way is already prepared, it is not an easy access. It comes by the way of the road less traveled. Too many Christians today are spoon fed. It is a weak diet, barely able to support life. Some might even say an addiction into depression.
For the many who go weekly to the House of Bread, oftentimes the shelves are bare. Though I do not believe this to be the sole fault of the storekeeper. We are all responsible for feeding ourselves. This may very well be why victory is often out of reach and peace always fleeting. If our struggle lies within, then so does our victory. Happiness comes from happenings which change from day to day but peace comes from within where there is a tangible constant. It is our place to go and be with God. Jesus said,”I will be with you and dwell in you,” so it is only reasonable that we find Him there. Deep within the uncharted recesses of our mind. I remind you of Paul’s words that we have now been given the mind of Christ through the Spirit of God. Not a myth but a reality, not words on a printed page, but a wealth of peace in our hearts. One where we find nowhere else in this life but through the times we choose, solitude for our soul.
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THE GOOD OLD DAYS
An old song by Carly Simon and a familiar phrase we often hear. More often now as we grow older. As we look back with fond memories of simpler times and happier days, we see through a filtered lens. It might have been our innocence of age that now paints the rosy picture, we just didn’t know how bad it was or the coming of age that believed all was possible only to be replaced with the daily grind. Truth be told, each generation has had its struggles. As each family and each person in turn does.
While we were running carefree as children somewhere, wars were being fought, families were breaking up, jobs were being lost and loved ones were passing. Some struggles were very close to us. And even as we were heading out into the world feeling as though the sky was the limit, we had our share of fears and doubts. So though we may look back wantonly, the reality of life is this: “These are the good old days.” I can hear Carly sing now.
Yes, there might have been days when there was more money coming in or greater strength in our bodies. Days when there was more family around or more opportunities in life, but that being said, we have today. Happiness is not found in a place or a time. It comes in a Presence and a promise. Jeremiah 29:11 states for all who choose to believe, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” So don’t look back with longing, rather gaze forward with hope because these are the good old days
TICS AND TRAITS
Age may mellow the soul, but it accentuates our traits. What were mere tics have become at times all-consuming. Some have walked away or been driven away because of these. Life has a way of sifting out our friends. We are what we are... flawed. Our only hope is to be accepted as we are. Jesus said to come to Him and He would give you rest.
Rest from what? In reality, rest from being you. We have issues, issues that cause stress and anxiety. Only Who created you can fix what seems broken. God offers new life. No one is perfect this side of heaven, though we may try. Ours is but to journey on. There is a brighter future, a better day, and a new life. No, not platitudes but promises. God says, “Behold, I make all things new!”
And why? Because He is Creator God Who loves His creation. Our present life is but a moment, only to be ushered into eternity with Him. And again why, because God is a good God. So, take no worried thought of today, for tomorrow is waiting, and it is good. Absent of all our tics and traits, loss and tragedies.
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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.
Heaven
By Dr. Irene Surya
As I gaze upwards
At the passively meandering clouds
At the radiant azure sky I know, God is on His throne.
Heaven is God’s throne
The earth is His footstool. He dwells in glory and splendor He is clothed in awesome majesty.
Heaven is the magnificent abode
For those who are dead in Christ Who loved Him as their Lord Who lived by His Word.
Heaven is the eternal home For those who will be taken up with Christ When He comes back again And will be with Him forever.
Heaven is the glory land For those whose minds are set On Christ and things above And whose life is hidden with Christ.
Heaven is the dwelling place
Where I would live with my Savior For thousands of years to come
Rejoicing in His presence.
Heaven is the celestial city
Where I will meet my loved ones
Where I will see their face again And exalt the name of the Lord together.
Heaven is the everlasting shore
Where angels sing God’s praise The reason for my hope, The purpose of my pilgrimage on earth.
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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
Quiet in the Neighborhood
By Melissa Henderson
Every season has unique sights and sounds. Spring brings new growth of green grass and colorful flowers. Summer brings the laughter of children playing in the yards. Winter brings cold temperatures and frost on the ground. What happens in September? Autumn begins and there is quiet in the neighborhood.
Schools begin the new academic calendar year at different times. Some areas in the Lowcountry of South Carolina start classes in August, while others wait until September. As the school year draws closer and the sun sets earlier, families try to adjust to new daily and bedtime schedules.
Towards the end of August, I noticed that the sounds of summer were leaving. The heat has been a major factor this summer. People take walks early in the morning or late in the evening. Children are staying inside more because of the heat, which reached a heat index of 113 recently.
The usual games of tag, hide and seek, and kickball have paused. On some mornings, splash pads and small pools have been brought out to cool and stay refreshed in the heat. Yet, even with various ways to cool the body, more people are staying inside. More quiet in the neighborhood.
I miss the sounds of laughter from the families enjoying time together. I miss greeting the neighborhood children and hearing them call out, “Hi, Mimi. Can you play?”
I’m thankful for each family and the wonderful people in this area.
As I sit in front of my office desk, I look out of the window and watch the hummingbirds visiting the feeders. If the window was open, I could hear the hum of their wings. But the temperature requires windows to be closed and the air conditioners turned on.
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At one moment, I am sad because there are no sounds of children laughing and playing. Then, I remember. Each child is preparing for school time. Their families are setting the clocks to different times for bed and times for rising, so the transition from vacation to school will hopefully be easier.
I smile as I recall the fun times with Rowan and Eden this summer. Water balloons, frying eggs on the sidewalk, sidewalk chalk, flying kites, looking for bugs, taking walks to look for birds, and so many more great activities. Rowan and Eden will begin school soon. Their home and our home will be quiet during the weekdays.
I will miss my grandchildren while they are at school. I am thankful God gives wonderful parents, teachers, and volunteers to guide each student to a new schedule.
I look forward to hearing about new friends, activities, and interesting experiences.
Six years old Rowan has told me, “Mimi, you’ve been on this planet longer than me. You know a lot of stuff.” I look forward to hearing what Rowan and Eden learn and share with our family.
Have you noticed the quiet in the neighborhood where you live?
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:”
(Ecclesiastes 3:1 NIV)
Blessings, Melissa Click
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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.
Friday Night Hospitality
by Nicole Byrum
As September rolls on in, two of my favorite things roll in with it: Friday night lights and Saturday morning cross country meets. I just love those crisp early mornings and that quintessential “fall feeling” I get as I race around the cross-country courses cheering on my kids! But over the years, I’ve also come to really love attending our hometown football games. Not only has our team been very successful the last several seasons, but there’s something nostalgic and slightly magical about watching games in the historic downtown stadium.
While the game itself is always a good time, what I really love about home games is hosting a “tailgate party” beforehand. A few years ago, my husband came to me with this idea. He said, “Now that our kids are getting older, I think it would be fun to host a pre-game meal here for their friends and ours, then walk to the stadium together.” Since the stadium is about a 5-minute walk from our house, I thought that sounded like a great idea! But I have to admit— the thought of hosting was a bit intimidating.
I love our home, and it completely suits us as a family of four. However, the layout of our home is not exactly designed for large groups of people. And our kitchen? Well, it could use some major renovations. All of this gave me a moment’s pause. I wondered if our home was sufficient; if people would enjoy gathering here; and if anyone would secretly judge the condition of the kitchen.
That’s our human nature, isn’t it? To postpone hospitality and hosting on account of the fear that our home (or material possessions) doesn’t quite “measure up?” Thankfully, I agreed to my husband’s awesome idea, despite my secret insecurities! The result? Over the last 2 years, we’ve hosted 10 gatherings with wonderful friends, sharing fantastic food and fellowship. The kids have enjoyed playing countless yard games, and everyone has gone away from these parties joyful and grateful for the time together.
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With the season of tailgate approaching, I reflected on the last two seasons. And something occurred to me: The kitchen had not hindered friendship or fellowship—only my pride. And the price of laying pride aside has certainly been one worth paying.
Many times over, Scripture encourages generosity and hospitality (1 Peter 4:9, Titus 1:8, Romans 12:13, Hebrews 13:16). Nowhere does it say this includes having a large or perfectly tidy house, the best tables and chairs, or classy decorations. What it encourages is sharing what we have in love, both with friends and family, and anyone in need. Hospitality is a matter of the heart, a demonstration of openly sharing our lives and homes with others.
I encourage you, and myself, to cast insecurities and pride aside, and to consider how opening our homes could benefit and bless others. How might you be generous and hospitable this season?
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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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Anatomy of Conformity
By Andrea Marino
The dictionary defines conformity: to be similar, in agreement with, obedient, or compliant to. It all sounds like submission to me, something to rub a person the wrong way. I didn’t typically challenge my parent’s rules, though I recall spewing the classic remark, ‘I didn’t ask to be born’, as a young teen. Fixed on spreading my wings, the sassy retort was in rebellion to parental authority. In every facet of life, at every age we reach, there will be rules in place (hopefully) designed to keep us all safe. Abiding by them helps us avoid consequences. But let’s be honest; it isn’t enjoyable to be regulated. Human nature leans toward shucking off restraint.
God gave every person free will, along with the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. He also established laws and truths to enable all people to enjoy a satisfying life. Under God’s guidelines, we can know what is good and what is evil in order to make wise decisions and use our freedoms without harming anyone else. Without a standard of living, people run wild. Proverbs 29:18. Out-of-control behavior defines the days we are in. These are perilous times. Lawless people have no regard for the laws of God and are getting away with breaking public laws, infringing upon the right of others to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Such gross injustice adds to human suffering, causing the death and destruction of everything decent. Lawlessness is free will gone awry; it is to be complying with the will of the father of lies. (John 8:44).
Thinking upon the godless, recently, normally angered by their antics, whether parading around like clowns, or behaving as wild beasts, this time, it saddened me, even for the arrogant ones egging them on. They have all been duped, all of them thinking there is no accountability to God. (Psalm 14.1). But God is not a bully. He tells us those who live according to the flesh are carnally minded. No wonder Jesus said, unless a person is born again, he cannot see the Kingdom of God. (John 3:3). To be carnally minded is death, but to be spiritually minded is life and peace. (Romans 8:5,6).
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There is no reason for anyone to remain in darkness. From the marvels within the natural world to the intricacies of the human body, God makes Himself known. We have every good reason to believe He exists. As well, we have been given a measure of faith to believe. (Romans 1:20. 12:3b). People are not stupid; nonetheless, many are unwise. And that brings me to a conclusion regarding the anatomy of conformity. It’s boils down to personal preference, accepting God and everything He says or not. There is no such thing as noncompliance here. We will conform to either sin or to righteousness. (Romans 6:16).
Unbelievers are on shaky ground. No one wants restrictions placed on them; and the truth is flesh and blood cannot inherit eternal life in the Kingdom of Heaven. (1Corinthians 15:50). For our own good, God would have us conform to the image of His Son. Repentance and submission begin the process. Those who come to Jesus for salvation are changed, reborn, justified. It’s all wonderful; it is all glorious. (Romans 8:29, 30).
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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
Consider The Unnecessary Risk
By Steve Carter
The first thing I remember after looking both ways down the two-lane country road, is the pavement rushing up to say hello to my face! In the short time before I slammed onto the good Mississippi pavement, I experienced no pain or fear, but remember well the sickening crunch when I “kissed the road”.
From eyewitness testimony, I learned of picking myself and my bicycle up, then taking turns stumbling and tripping over my machine while getting away from traffic. This whole time, I put equal (as best as I can tell) involuntary effort into bleeding and throwing up. The man who saw me go down stated, “it’s a good thing you were wearing a helmet.” I had bounced off pretty much everything and saw no merit in “trusting the Lord” to protect my skull. He is more than able to protect my head without a helmet. But in His wisdom, He has let me crack my noggin often enough to where I avoid the unnecessary risk, and always put on my “skull bucket” before heading out.
After a very few minutes, I had friends on the scene loading me up for a ride to the Emergency Room. Twenty stitches and one concussion later, my wife drove me home, where I did nothing but ache for several days.
Now we’re off to another true story, this one likely more fun than torn up faces and bruised bodies! I have a grandson who excels at sports in general but whose greatest skill set is baseball. His batting average is strong and reliable, but his primary offensive tool is running the bases. If he smashes the ball through the infield, there is no thought given to stopping at first base. The opposing first basemen have learned to keep out of the way, because he turns toward second without breaking stride, and usually pulls into second standing up while dancing the Macarena. To say the least, he abounds in confidence!
All this youthful exuberance is likely enhanced by teammates cheering at the top of their lungs while rattling the wire mesh covering their dug out. Not to be outdone, the family yells their encouragement while living vicariously through him.
Right about this time is where I see trouble brewing. While my grandson is dancing around and getting further from second little by little, the pitcher is giving him the evil eye. It turns out all that swagger coming from the base runner also comes with the inherent danger of getting “picked off”. Toward the end of last season, I noticed him jogging back to the dugout often after stretching his lead too far and getting tagged out.
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Did the 3rd base coach urge him to push his luck or did the youngster believe he could run faster than the pitcher could throw the ball? It’s a mystery to me when his speed alone would have him scoring following a hit of any kind.
There are lessons to be learned from these everyday events. Check this out!
The crash that split my forehead open happened while on a 20-mile bicycle ride. This “short hop” showed just how out of shape, both physically and mentally, I had become. My tentative plans to pedal my bicycle across the Southern part of the continental United States ended that very afternoon. Shortly after I “kissed the pavement,” I decided I had seen enough of America the Beautiful from a bicycle saddle. After all, I had already crossed the USA twice by pedal power! I had nothing to gain or prove by taking this huge unnecessary risk.
My eldest son agreed and threatened to throw my bicycle in the lake if I ever got on it again. He is not given to empty threats, so I hung my two-wheeler on the garage wall, where it remains.
God gives us free will. Having no obligation to consult Him in our decision making can and often leads us to places we should avoid like the plague. God sees what lies at the end of any road we might travel and setting forth on a journey without His guidance, be it spiritual of physical, is to take often costly and painful unnecessary risks.
Getting “tagged out” because of careless running usually leads to nothing more than a disappointed groan from teammates or instructions from the coach. Nothing serious, but a bad habit to get into. As my grandson struggles through his teen years, I hope he learns the folly of taking unnecessary risks and taking advice from those unqualified to give it. Especially when dealing with events, both spiritual and physical, which often lead to eternal consequences!
Have questions about what to do?
No need to take unnecessary risks, ask God. He will not put you on the wrong path.
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Craig’s background includes over thirty years of experience as a counselor in a variety of treatment settings, including psychiatric hospitals, schools for the blind, organizations for the physically handicapped, churches, and outpatient settings. He also possesses ten years of experience in pastoral ministry. Craig spent two years broadcasting on Christian radio and has published both nationally and internationally.
To date, he has published six books and has had many other works published in a wide variety of magazines. Craig founded an outpatient practice that provides counseling, coaching, and consulting services to individuals, marriages, families, various businesses, and church and ministry organizations. Craig may be reached at: craiglpc4@ gmail.com
What I Want: The Frightening Call of Great Things
By Craig D. Lounsbrough
I want to be happy, but I don’t think I want to be satisfied. I want to experience an endearing sense of contentment, but I don’t want that contentment to morph into complacency. I want to keep a weathered eye on every horizon, but I want to do more than just watch those horizons. I don’t want to contemplate a journey; I want to be completing journeys.
I never want to hand myself excuses to round the next summit instead of scaling it. I never want to scan my assorted array of trophies and in the scanning embrace some sense born of complacency that somehow it is done, and I can hang up my hat, when in reality life is never done.
Why Do I ‘Never Want’ to Do These Things?
Laziness is humanity domesticated to its own destruction. Mediocrity is life pent up in the very ironclad cages we create out of the notion that an ‘adventure’ is a product of those misty-eyed idealists who expend their lives chasing dreams too elusive to catch. And what we forget is that a dream caged is nothing more than a pasty-white wish.
We too often surrender to fear and we sell-out to apathy. We foolishly peddle our resources and pawn off our talents to lesser things so that we can hold up some small, pithy achievement to offset the gnawing guilt we experience over bypassing the greater achievements that were our call before we were called away.
What to Do?
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Decide to Do Something.
The first thing to do is decide to do something. Without the decision to do something, everything is only an idea. The greatest ideas will only tickle our imagination, but they won’t fire it until they are released.
Decide If You’re Going to be Brave.
An idea, as only an idea and nothing more than an idea, is safe. They’re manageable. They’re domesticated. But cut the reins and turn an idea loose, and it may not be as manageable and domesticated as we might like it to be. So, are we brave enough for the ride that is certain to ensue?
Decide How Important Comfort and Familiarity Are.
Unleash your ideas and things will never be the same; guaranteed. Yet the degree of change rests on the magnitude of the idea being released, and the degree to which we unleash it. If we prefer familiarity and the comfort, we might never let an idea loose. At best, the ideas are hamstrung. At worst, they perish.
Get the Resources.
Get the resources that you need to make it happen. Real resources. This is not about thin and pasty resources, nor is it about material that’s been worn thin. It’s not about sugary-sweet notions or trite sayings that are fun and fanciful but are shallow and porous.
Find resources that are unforgiving in helping you grow, reliable in content, proven in substance, and thick in wisdom. Learn from trusted people who have been there and back who have likewise taken other people there and back. Grab these resources, let them grab you, and then rigorously apply them. When you do, you will start the process of placing yourself in a position to begin heeding the call of great things.
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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!
Seasons Change In Life
By Brenda McDaniel
It has been a very hot summer. Our world is getting hotter and hotter. In many places, the temperature has gone above 100 degrees, surpassing some of the past records. But, as we enter September, it usually gets a little cooler and less humid. And of course, more changes occur in the Fall such as the leaves changing color. It’s a part of nature getting ready for all the seasonal changes. Animals store more food and build warmer dens and get ready for cooler weather or colder weather in the winter months. All of this is Mother Nature telling or showing us that changes are coming, and you better get ready for them.
In many ways, these seasonal changes reflect our life as humans. Life isn’t always easy or comfortable, there are hard and good times. And we, as Christians, must prepare our hearts, minds and souls to overcome life’s obstacles in hard times. The Lord never said life would be easy. But he said, “I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” (Mathew 28:20 NIV). He also said, “So don’t fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” (Isaiah 41:10, NIV).
Life is a cycle of good times, celebration, bad times, and heartache. Only through these seasons or cycles of life do we grow as humans and Christians. We learn nothing if life is always easy and happy. We can become lazy and feel privileged. But, through hard times, pain and confusion, we learn to trust in the Lord more and lean not on our own understanding, knowing our Lord is a good and loving Lord. And that, “all things work together, for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” (Romans 8:28 KJV). This doesn’t mean you don’t cry out in pain and ask “why” sometimes. But you also pray for the Lord’s peace and guidance. He walks beside you in hard/bad times and in good times. You may not understand that big question—why things happen? But you understand God guides your life and loves you so much. He gave his only begotten son to die for your and my sins.
This world is full of sin, and bad things happen, even to Christians. We aren’t exempt from hurt or pain just because we’re Christians. Man sinned against God in the Garden of Eden and the world has paid for it ever since. But we, as Christians, can trust the Lord and live our life according to his will. He won’t let evil overcome you and defeat you. Our job as Christians is to, no matter the circumstances, trust and obey our Lord. And to live, “ Lives Worth Living”. To live for Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, Always and Forever!
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“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”
I Hung My Head in Despair
I felt alone, My heart was stone! Confused and used, I was so bruised. By life’s hurts and pain, I was going insane. I hung my head in despair. No longer to breathe fresh air, I was in prison, so unfair. A prison of my own, No love, all alone. With my heart of stone. Then I heard a voice, Come home, child, you have a choice. Melt your heart of stone, You’re never alone.
I died for you, on the cross! Don’t be one of the Lost! Raised my head, I saw Love, Heaven’s precious Dove! This is the Miracle of the Cross!! The Saving of the Lost!
(Joshua 1:9 KJV)
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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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The Benefits of Journaling
Laurie Glass
While facing a tough season in life, especially when an unexpected change occurs, it’s hard to know how to handle it. You may feel overwhelmed when you experience disappointment, betrayal, or heartbreak; become sick or injured; lose a loved one; or are hit with some other type of upheaval. In such circumstances, it’s challenging to cope, accept what has happened, make adjustments, and find your way forward.
Whatever the situation, you may have to rethink several things and deal with a myriad of emotions. Journaling can help you process what you’re going through and navigate life’s turns. A journal can be a safe place to release your feelings, sort out your thoughts, gain new insights, let go of hurts, and more. If you haven’t already tried journaling, consider its benefits and give it some prayerful consideration.
The Benefits of Journaling
1. Journaling can help you sort through your thoughts. You can share in your journal exactly what you think about any challenges or unexpected events in your life. Besides helping you articulate what is swirling around in your mind, it might also uncover thoughts you don’t realize you have or help you see things from a new perspective. Start jotting down whatever comes to mind and go from there.
2. Journaling can help you express your emotions. Rather than keeping your feelings sealed inside, release them through your pen or keyboard. Whether it’s anger, sadness, fear, loneliness, or any other difficult sentiment, writing can be a healthy way to express it. Let your journal be your guts on paper; let it all out on those pages. Some of your emotions may be strong and deeply embedded. Therefore, if you need to write some of the same things again and again, so be it.
3. Journaling can help you release inner pain. Recording hurtful events can be one step toward healing from them. Use your journal to convey how you feel about how others have disappointed, hurt, or betrayed you. That pain, left stuffed inside, will only hurt you more and more—better out than in. Leave the so-called sting on those pages if you can. Try not to be discouraged if it takes several attempts to experience relief. Especially with deep hurts, there is a lot of pain to express, and it will take time.
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4. Journaling can help you put your concerns into prayers. Acknowledge where you need divine help and write out your prayers. Maybe you struggle with accepting something that has happened, you’re grieving some kind of loss, or you’re unsure of what God has in mind for you during a difficult season. Writing out your prayers is an excellent way to honestly identify your needs and open yourself to God’s power.
5. Journaling can provide a record of your journey. You can look back at what you’ve written and see how far you’ve come in terms of dealing with difficult circumstances. Sometimes it’s hard to see progress on a day-to-day basis, but it’s more obvious when you look back at where you started and see the steps you took to move forward. Some people find it too painful to look back, and if you find that to be the case for you, you don’t need to do it. However, if it isn’t difficult, you may find it helpful.
In Conclusion
While journaling might not be for everyone, it’s beneficial for many, even those who were reluctant to try it. Honestly writing about your thoughts and feelings can be one way to work through difficulties, process sudden life changes, release painful feelings, see things from a new perspective, begin to heal, and even invite God’s comfort and strength into your heart. It might surprise you at how much it can help.
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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. Her writing has appeared in numerous publications, including Faith On Every Corner, Magazine, The Christian Journal, Our Story Magazine, and Broken But Priceless Magazine, where she writes the “From A Homemaker’s Heart” column. Check out her latest works at www.briannagrams.com and connect with her on Instagram @briannagrams or Facebook at www.facebook.com/ briannagrams1.
Hope Found In The Unexpected
By Brianna Barrett
God doesn’t always answer our prayers the way we hope He will. I love how Jesus surprises us with the unexpected.
Mary and Martha experienced the unexpected in John 11. The two sisters who lived in Bethany with their brother Lazarus experienced the unexpected when they thought all hope was lost. This is the same Mary who would later pour expensive perfume on Jesus’ feet and wash them with her hair. Lazarus was a dear friend of Jesus and had become sick, so the two sisters sent word to Jesus that they needed Him to heal their brother.
Have you experienced those prayers of pleading with God to heal someone dear to you? Maybe it was a parent, a sibling, a spouse, or a child?
When Jesus heard that His dear friend Lazarus was sick, did you expect Him to hurry back and heal him immediately? He didn’t immediately run back to heal Lazarus. Instead, Jesus sent word back to the sisters saying, “‘Lazarus’s sickness will not end in death. No, it happened for the glory of God so that the Son of God will receive the glory from this.’” (John 11:4b NLT). He didn’t leave right then and go to them. He even stayed where He was for two more days before heading back to Judea.
I think Jesus didn’t heal Lazarus immediately because He knew He had a team that needed to see the miracle He was about to perform. Jesus wasn’t simply going to heal him, instead, He brought Lazarus back to life. Not just in front of His disciples, but in front of a crowd of people. Jesus knew that the disciples were struggling with their belief, so Jesus tells the disciples, “‘Lazarus is dead. And for your sakes, I’m glad I wasn’t there, for now you will really believe. Come, let’s go see him.’” (John 11:14b-15 NLT).
By the time Jesus arrived in Bethany, Lazarus had been in the grave for four days. I’m sure by that point, he had an odor, and not a sweet-smelling one at that. During these few days, many people had come to see Mary and Martha to offer their condolences. Can you imagine the gossip and the nay-sayers? I feel like it would go a little like this, “Well, if Jesus would have been here, maybe he wouldn’t be dead?” “I guess he wasn’t that dear a friend.” “I thought Jesus could perform miracles.”
When Martha heard that Jesus was on His way, she went to meet him. I find it noteworthy that the passage states, “But Mary stayed in the house.” (John 11:20b NLT). What Martha said to Jesus shows the amount of faith these sisters have in God and the hope that they possess in their faith. “Martha said to Jesus, ‘Lord, if only you had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that God will give you whatever you ask.’” (John 11:21-22 NLT).
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Do you have that kind of faith? The kind that still believes even when hard things happen? When the sickness isn’t healed, or the job is still lost? Jesus tells Martha that Lazarus will rise again. Martha says she knows that everyone will be raised on the last day. Jesus tells her, “‘I am the resurrection and the life. Anyone who believes in me will live, even after dying. Everyone who lives in me and believes in me will never ever die. Do you believe this, Martha?’” (John 11:25-26 NLT).
Do you believe this friend? That Jesus is who He says He is: the resurrection and the life? I do. And I hope that you do too.
Jesus summoned Mary to come, and their mourning friends joined her. John chapter 11 contains the shortest verse in the Bible, “Jesus wept.” (John 11:35 NIV). Can you imagine being there and witnessing Jesus weeping for His friend? I think it would break me to see the Messiah crying over His friend/my brother. The crowd began to question Jesus with the whys? I’ve been there. “God, why? Why did you choose death over healing? Why did you heal them and not me? Why God, why?”
Jesus became angry and ordered them to remove the stone from the entrance of the tomb. “Then Jesus looked up to heaven and said, ‘Father, thank you for hearing me. You always hear me, but I said it out loud for the sake of all these people standing here so that they will believe you sent me.’” (John 11:41b-42 NLT). Jesus shouted for Lazarus to come out and he did, bound by his hands and feet and wrapped in grave clothes. The people in the crowd had just witnessed a miracle. A man was brought back to life from the grave! That’s God answering prayers in unexpected ways.
If He did it then, He can do it now. This passage inspires me to keep praying. My prayers may not have been answered yet, but that doesn’t mean God won’t. I have a new sense of hope, knowing that God sometimes answers our prayers in a way that is so much better than anything that we could have dreamed. God is a miracle worker; may your hope be in Him today.
How has God answered your prayers unexpectedly?
What would you like me to join you in praying about right now? The Bible tells us in Matthew 18:20, “For where two or three gather together as my followers, I am there among them.” (Matthew 18:20 NLT). Connect with me at www.briannagrams.com to share your prayer requests with me. I would love to pray for and with you.
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Yvonne M Morgan, Christian author and speaker
https://yvonne-morgan.com
Blog at Turningmountainsintomolehills.org
Twitter: @ymmauthor
Website: Yvonne-Morgan.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/YMMauthor/ Turning Mountains into Molehills (2017)
Titanic Faith
By Yvonne M. Morgan
I always find the stories of the Titanic fascinating. The interest stems from my family’s connection to the famous ship. They built the vessel in Belfast and my great-great-grandfather worked on it. Many of my uncles continued to work in the Harlem & Wolfe shipyards until recent days where they continued to build the ferries which traveled from Ireland to Scotland or Ireland. As a joke, I used to ask my Uncle George which ferries he helped to build so I could take a different one. All kidding aside, the city erected an impressive museum to honor the boat, and it is well worth a visit to the Titanic Belfast Museum.
I love the story told about the band on the stricken ship. After the Titanic hit an iceberg and sank, Hartley and his fellow band members started playing music to help keep the passengers calm as the crew loaded the lifeboats with the women and children. Many of the survivors said that Hartley and the band continued to play until the very end. They played songs like “Nearer My God to Thee,” by Sarah Fuller Adams. Their actions were a display of a Titanic faith considering the overwhelming situation.
Have you ever displayed such an unshakeable faith? Could I still grasp my faith in such circumstances or would panic set in instead? Throughout history, we find many stories of the incredible faith of individuals in dire situations. My mind thinks of all those martyred for their belief in the Risen Christ. Many stories tell of the martyr singing and praising God as they breathed their last breath. I would like to think I could do that, but I’m not sure, so I pray to God to give me His strength if I ever face such hardships.
To understand how these people kept the faith, I think we need to start at the end of the story. Because, in that ending, we find an eternal hope that can carry us through anything. That hope comes from the promises in Revelation 21:1-4 (NIV):
“Then I saw “a new heaven and a new earth,” for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
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No more tears, death, mourning, crying or pain for those who believe. When we truly accept this promise, it can help us endure anything this world may throw at us. This also helps explain why followers of Christ do not grieve as the world grieves. And our hope is not some vague, misty, romantic wish that all will turn out well. Throughout the scriptures, we see how this hope does not disappoint. Paul’s prayer in Romans still encourages us to put all our hopes in Christ. Romans 15:13 NIV; “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” This same hope in Christ also calls us to rescue those lost in a sea of despair and hopelessness. Another story from the Titanic tells of a Scottish preacher, John Harper, who gave his life vest to save another. He knew he was bound for heaven already, so wanted to give someone else the chance to live and find Christ.
“A young man later described how Harper had repeatedly urged him: ‘Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved’–apparently the preacher’s last words. The young man was rescued and later testified: ‘There, two miles above the ocean floor, I did believe on the Lord Jesus Christ for my salvation. I was John Harper’s last convert!’” from ‘The Titanic’s Last Hero’ by Moody Adams (2012).
The stories from the Titanic inspire me because of my family connection to the ship but they also challenge me to develop a Titanic size faith based on my eternal hope in Christ. It is calling me to believe and trust no matter what is going on around me and reminds me to share my faith so others can find their faith. I want to develop a Titanic passion for sharing the Gospel with those sinking in despair.
Prayer
Dear Jesus. thank you for accepting me as one of your children through what Jesus did for us on the cross. In Him, we can now be called righteous, not for anything we have done, but because of His sacrifice. You called us as believers to go into the world and make disciples of every nation. I ask You to give each of us the courage and confidence to share Your Gospel with those around us, whether online or face to face. I pray those you place in our paths would see You in us and seek your truth and hope. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Note: Be sure to check out Yvonne’s newest book, Gypsy For God.
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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.
Blessings from Above
By Pam McCormick
“Children are a gift from the LORD; they are a reward from Him.”
(Psalms 127:3 NLT)
Not one, not two, not three, but four beautiful granddaughters! What a joy it is to be around them. Merryn is seven, Charlotte is five, Kathryn is two and a half, and Abigail is two months. Got word that Merryn and Charlotte started school this week. Merryn is in first grade and Charlotte is in junior kindergarten. They are both at the same school.
Walking into the school the first day, they were greeted by a huge teddy bear sporting a smile and a big hug welcoming them. Merryn used her free hand to give the bear a big high five, whilst holding Charlotte’s hand with her right hand.
When you’re thankful, you have a big sister holding you, cause frankly, the first day of school can be scary for someone who has never been in school before.
I cannot forget to mention Kathryn. She wanted to go with them to school, but she hugged her older sisters and gave them a see you later at home big smile. Kathryn disappeared shortly; she had found a box of crayons and some blank paper, and she was going to show off her artistry. Her picture is on the refrigerator, cause that’s where all good artwork goes.
All four girls show gifts of creativity, even baby Abigail, who delights herself watching her older sisters dance and sing. She quietly says, “I’m next!”
When their daddy gets home from work, it’s time to wrestle and play. Sometimes he’s so exhausted, but the giggles and the pleas from his girls help him forget himself and enjoy their company. When it’s time to go to bed, either our son or his wife tucks them into bed with a book, a prayer and a hug. Then, as the day wanes down, they remember the gifts they have received from the good Lord and rest on the couch and have quality husband and wife time.
Can it be hectic with four girls? Absolutely, but the joys far outweigh the hard times. And Grandma and Big Dad do not mind helping them out when we can. With a prayer, a hug across the miles, and an encouraging word.
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Hold My Hand Daddy
by Karen Ruhl
Hold my hand, daddy, so I won’t fall Hold my hand, daddy until I get tall.
Talk to me daddy, I like to hear your voice, Talk to me daddy, teach me to make a good choice.
Tell me “no” daddy, keep me safe when we are out It’s ok daddy, I know I might pout.
Show me how to love daddy, give me hugs and kisses when we play, I want to hear you tell me. I love to hear what you say.
Teach me about Jesus, daddy, why do people sin? I want to know more daddy, I want to know Him.
Take time with me daddy, the days will go so fast, I want to have memories of what we have done in the past.
Listen to me daddy, sometimes I like to talk. I love when you are with me and love when we go for a walk.
Hold my hand daddy, please don’t let go, I love you to the moon and back. I love you more than you know.
Karen Ruhl is an author ofchildren’s books and is currently working on a Christian devotional book due tobe released soon. She is the Publisher and Editor-in-Chief of Faith On EveryCorner Magazine.
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Craig’s background includes over thirty years of experience as a counselor in a variety of treatment settings, including psychiatric hospitals, schools for the blind, organizations for the physically handicapped, churches, and outpatient settings. He also possesses ten years of experience in pastoral ministry. Craig spent two years broadcasting on Christian radio and has published both nationally and internationally.
To date, he has published six books and has had many other works published in a wide variety of magazines. Craig founded an outpatient practice that provides counseling, coaching, and consulting services to individuals, marriages, families, various businesses, and church and ministry organizations. Craig may be reached at: craiglpc4@ gmail.com
Hope, A Life Essential
By Craig D. Lounsbrough
Hope is essentially essential. Without question, it’s a “need” which distances it markedly from the dramatically less important “want.” It is indeed a need of the most dramatic and critical proportions.
Hope is powerful, but it’s fragile all at once. It can sustain us in the most torrential times, but it can likewise fleet, evasive, and even altogether absent. Sometimes hope looks convincing; at other times, hope looks foolish and the stuff of misty-eyed dreamers or those too fearful to face reality. We desperately desire it, but then often question it when it shows up. Hope is an interesting thing, arising from some primal place deep within us.
Hope Sees a Future When We Can’t
Hope holds out a promise that there exists something ahead that makes the present worthwhile. It’s a lifeline of sorts, thrown into the churning and foaming seas of our days and our weeks, allowing us to believe that swimming against the forces arrayed against is somehow ultimately worthwhile. Hope frequently whispers and it sometimes screams, “It will work out!” when we have no ability to see anything working out. If then we remove hope, we have nothing. If we then have nothing, our very survival is in question.
Hope as a Core Attitude
Hope is an attitude that is as natural a part of our humanity as any other part. When everything appears bleak and forlorn, hope does not succumb. It’s that tenacious thing that defies reality and courts the impossible. When it’s cold and damp, hope burns warm against the gray. If we embrace it, it cannot be killed, it will not be deterred, and it is far too bold to be thwarted.
It has held on throughout human history, raising up individuals and entire nations at times when it appeared that certain failure and pending doom were all but a matter of time. It has been the song of heroes and heroines alike. It has been relentless since the dawn of time, being as strong and virile today as it has ever been; writing magnificent stories across the pages of history that can be our stories as well.
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What Hope Does
Hope strikes at the very root of the notion of futility; that all of our life’s efforts are useless and doomed to failure. It rides hard against the mentality of ruthless indifference where we admit to hopelessness, surrender to failure and fall into whatever coma the situation dictates. Hope has the audacious job of refusing to believe what life would frequently say to us.
It’s Time to Hope
We stand in times where hope is being lost. The world round about us continues to descend to levels previously unknown. It’s here that we must seize hope, or more rightly, let it seize us. And the single, utterly irresistible and undefeatable hope is found in Jesus Christ alone. For His death and resurrection handily beat the impossible adversaries of sin and death. And it would certainly behoove us to understand that the power that slayed the impossible was and is handed to us. And in holding such breathtaking power as this, how is it that we could not hope?
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Fall and Cooler Weather
By Sharon Connell
As you can all imagine, living in Houston, Texas has me looking forward to the fall and some cooler weather. Although, most of the country, if not the world, is suffering with the heat as well.
Having the temperatures spike to triple digits always puts me in mind of what awaits those who are lost when they leave this world. Triple digits will feel like a walk-in freezer compared to hell “…the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone:…” (Revelation 21:8).
This summer has been a bear with this hot weather, and I imagine most of you are looking forward to a cool breeze blowing in as the year winds down just as much as I am. But there are many things to be grateful for, even in this heat. Air-conditioning is one of them. There are many people who cannot afford air-conditioning. And even some who have it in their homes cannot afford to keep it running at a comfortable level.
Another thing to be grateful for is water to drink to quench our thirst. Many people around the world do not have the convenience of having water piped into their homes. Some don’t even have clean water to drink.
There are some who must work outside in this heat. They must pay the bills, and so they do it. If you don’t have to work outside in the sun and/or heat, thank God for that.
We can thank God for refrigerators to keep our food cool and fresh. How about a place to wash up and refresh our bodies after a hot day? Ceiling fans. Cold treats like ice cream, popsicles, iced drinks, etc. Luxuries not everyone has.
Yes, there are many things to thank our dear Lord for in this unbearable heat. All we have to do is think about it.
“And while we’re thinking about what God has blessed us with, let’s thank Him we won’t have to spend eternity in hell, “Where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.” (Mark 9:44)”
Scripture is from King James 1611 AV
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A country girl, shattered by her experience with the man she was engaged to, returns home. But can she trust another man, one who carries a load of guilt? And what of her former fiancé? Will he leave her alone, or is she in danger?
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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.
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There’s A Better Way
By Shara Bueler-Repka
“All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth, To such as keep His covenant and His testimonies”
(Psalm 25:10 NKJV)
The distant mountains disappeared behind white sheets of rain. It didn’t look like it’d hit us, but we threw on our slickers, anyway. My husband, Bruce, and I mounted up and headed down the trail, following the perfect wooden sign that pointed toward the canyon we’d been eager to ride in for weeks.
We traversed up and over the hill and along a fence line. And then the trail seemed to drop off into space. I topped the cliff and peered over.
A steep set of steps, hewn out of the rock, wound down the cliff face. The space between the last step and the gate could hardly fit a pony. Who in the world made this trail? Certainly, they weren’t horse people! Not aware of another way and knowing my horse, Nocona navigated steps well, we went for it. However, it was even steeper than it appeared.
We eased forward. Nocona is long-coupled and moves a bit like a slinky. He worked to navigate each step, and I tried not to look at the cliff’s edge as he slid.
“Easy Boy, take it slow,” I coaxed him. This encouragement was just as much for me as it was for him.
Traversing the bend, we picked our way to the bottom. As Nocona stood with his front feet on the last step and his hind feet somewhere on the steps above him, I dismounted (carefully). Holding one of Nocona’s long reins in my right hand, I stretched to reach the bar on the gate with my left.
My fingertips barely touched the bar to slide it, and I pushed the gate open. We walked through and stopped on the narrow path.
Now it was Bruce and his horse, Rocky’s, turn. But Rocky wasn’t having any of it. No matter how Bruce encouraged him, he would not go down that thing.
I nervously watched and thrust out thoughts of them spinning and plunging over the edge. “Jesus, please protect them,” I prayed.
At that moment, we decided not to push it. In all the years we’ve owned Rocky, he’s only refused a trail twice. This was the second time.
We rode back to the main trailhead to scout a better way—albeit grumbling and grousing, “There should be warning signs!”
As we scouted for another trail, a couple rode toward us, heading to their rig. We asked them if there was any other route to the canyon. Telling them about our step-trail escapade, the woman gave us somewhat of a wide-eyed, what’swrong-with-these-people kind of stare (apparently, she knew that trail).
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However, they kindly pointed us toward the other trail, and then trotted to their rig as the clouds spat rain.
We took off and promptly missed the turn. As we wound our way up the mountain, the trail became steeper, and we realized we were going the wrong way… again. Yet, the rise in terrain enabled us to get a cell signal, and Bruce studied his map.
We now knew where we had missed our turnoff! Thicker rain clouds loomed over, but, undaunted, we found the equestrian trail. I led out, and as we rounded the edge of a hill, a blast of wind and rain smacked me in the face. I grabbed the brim of my cowboy hat to keep it from flying off and ducked my head against the rain. So did Nocona.
“This may not be a good idea today!” I shouted back to Bruce.
The next day, we agreed to load and go again. It still bugged me how I’d gotten confused about that canyon trail. When I studied the map again with a new perspective, I realized where I had messed up. Note to self? When you notice the trail winding around a mountain, don’t assume which mountain it is!
We had an awesome ride in “our” canyon. Before we headed out, though, Bruce wanted to check out “the dreaded step-trail” from the bottom. When we did, Bruce noticed the slender brown sign that stated, “Not Recommended For Horses.”
“Well, geez! Why wasn’t there a sign like this on top to warn riders?” I griped. When we got to the main trailhead, Bruce said, “I’m going to see if there’s a similar sign up here.” Yep—there sure was! Same little slender brown sign with the same warning.
Second note to self? Thoroughly read ALL the signs in the area. Focused on the nice wooden directional sign, we ignored the little brown one. I thought about the many times in my life I’d gone barreling down a trail (figuratively and literally), thinking that was the right way to go. (Proverbs 14:12)
“God,” I would pray. “Why didn’t You tell me?” “How could You let this happen?” “Where were You?”
But He was there. He did try to tell me. Through trail signs I understood, He spoke to me with His still, small voice, “Don’t go that way.” “Not a good decision.” Or He tried to warn me through others who tried to alert me of the proverbial red flags. Because of His love, He tried to help me. Nevertheless, I thought I knew better about my life. About the “trails” I thought would best suit me. (Proverbs 3:6)
However, He’s the guy with the map. He can see the whole picture of every aspect of my life. He’s the God with the ultimate GPS. (Psalm 139:3)
Thankfully, though, I never gave up. When I figured out I was riding in the wrong direction and decided to turn around, His forgiveness and grace led me back to the right trail, in His timing.
And with Him? It’s always a good ride!
“You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore”
(Psalm 16:11 NKJV)
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Mike Buchanan is an author andfreelance writer. His love for writing and poetry, along with his passionto be of help to cancer patients, inspired him to author the book “Mountains ofHope: Surrounding the Valley of Cancer.” This inspirational book provides dailydoses of encouragement for those challenged by the disease. He recentlypublished his most recent book, Feeling Down? Look Up!! Mike is also a featuredcontributing writer for several Christian magazines. Mike and his wife,Darlene, live in Buckeye, Arizona.
What Are You Looking At?
By Mike Buchanan
Lot and his family were rescued from the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, but Lot’s wife disregarded the angels’ warning and looked back. She wasn’t supposed to do that. The angels that had come to warn them said, in essence, “Get out of Dodge! You don’t want to see what’s happening back there, don’t look!” (See Genesis 19:17) However, Mrs. Lot couldn’t resist, and she turned to look (her friends were there). She was reduced to a pillar of salt. Maybe her name was Polly?
The venerable Hall of Fame baseball pitcher Satchel Paige is purported to have once said, “Don’t look back, something might be gaining on you.” Perhaps Mrs. Lot would have benefitted from that type of wisdom. Okay, Mrs. Lot had two heavenly heralds telling her not to do it. We ultimately don’t know why she did it. It really doesn’t matter. The question is, what’s our excuse for not looking in the right direction? Heck, why do we look in ANY direction?
Brothers and sisters, I’d like to offer you some biblical direction on where to direct your vision. Up. Simply put, oftentimes the best thing to do is to take your eyes off of whatever may try to pull you down or drag you away from Jesus. Then cast your eyes to the Cross, to the Glory of eternity.
Don’t stop there. Look beyond the Cross. Look to what it represents. Let your spiritual eyes take in the hope of heaven. See the grace of God poured out for you. Observe the mercies made available to you and I. Look to the hills. Why? Because that’s where our help comes from. (Psalm 121:1-2)
In Matthew 6:22-23, Jesus talks about our eyes being the lights of our bodies. He says that if our eyes are evil, our bodies are full of darkness. Watch what you watch, be careful what you look at. For the men, though, it can definitely apply to women, as well. King David said, “I have made a covenant with my eyes not to look lustfully at a woman.” (37 years ago, a young lady caught my eye when I was a 20-year-old on a Texas college campus. WHAM! I walked right into a gravel pillar. Watch what you watch.)
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The world is getting more evil with each passing year. Sometimes it seems like it’s getting worse with every passing day. It is. Jesus told us this would happen right before He came back for us.
What did he say to do when this happened? Look up, for your redemption is drawing near. Brothers and sisters, yes, things look bad. Hang in there. Tell people there is a hope for what they are going through. That Hope has a name. It’s Jesus.
It doesn’t matter what you are going through. It doesn’t matter what battles you are facing. It doesn’t matter what questions you need answering. The answer, the victor, the best possible outcome, is seeking Jesus.
Friend, if you don’t know Him, He left Heaven looking for you. Lost sister or brother, He’s on the portal of a mansion with your name on the doorpost, searching down the road for you to return. Even if you’ve never heard of Him before now, He’s watching and waiting. Please, don’t keep putting it off any longer.
When I say this world is getting worse by the day, it’s not written to scare you, it’s done to steer you. If I were distracted, and I was about to walk in front of a milk truck, I’d venture to say you’d scream a warning at me. (Someone did that for me in an elementary school parking lot many years ago, and now I can use it as a real-life illustration.)
If you haven’t met the Lover of your soul, if you haven’t been found by the Shepherd who is always looking for one more sheep. Again, His Name is Jesus. He died for us all. All He wants is for you to repent (turn away) from your sins and ask Him to forgive you for them. Ask Jesus to live in your heart and give you the power to live the type of life He wants you to live. Jesus knows we can’t do it on our own. That’s why He asks us to look up to Him, even while we bow our head in prayer.
If you do that, tell someone. Find a church. We need Christians to help us do this. I pray you will find His Peace.
Note from the editor: Look for our review of Feeling Down? Look Up! on page 52
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By Sherry Curtis
‘Twas the night before the first day of school,
I was sent to Walmart, because Gary was no fool.
The place was jam packed
Like it was Christmas Eve
Filled with kids and parents, every Tom, Judy, and Steve!
So off to school supplies I went and there I was shocked!
People were jam packed in there tight
I pushed my way through with all of my might.
When what to my wandering eyes did I see
A blue plastic pencil box waiting for me!
I grabbed it up quick and and got out of there fast, Found the bandaids and then headed for earbuds last.
In electronics I found all the dollar ones gone,
Might have to stop at dollar general on the way home.
So excited because surely the grocery side would be slow
But no, no no!
People walking with lunchables, eyes all glazed.
They were looking for juice boxes, cookies, and snacks!
All because they have lunches to pack!
Finally at last I checked out my supplies
Paid the lady and left when to my surprise
All our supplies had been gotten except for band aids, ear buds, and one pencil box.
When I got over there I was struck and amazed
I realized summer was over as I slowly drove away, Happy first day of school! Hip, hip hooray!
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A note from our Publisher Karen:
Getting our kids ready for school takes nerves of steal. Going shopping can make anyone’s eyes glaze over. We wanted to share this cute poem with you and hope you enjoy. Thanks Sherry for sharing.
A Prayer For Our School Children
Heavenly Father, after all of the shopping is done and the kids are in bed, we await their school day with anticipation and trepidation. We lift up all schools around the world and ask that you put a hedge of protection around them. Keep the kids of all ages safe as well as those working in the schools.
God, we also ask for prayers for each family, we ask for patience as the kids bring home their homework, and as they push their limits llike all kids do. We ask for laughter in each home. We ask for houses filled with love, and for parents to lead their children to you.
Break all strongholds against us all, Lord God. In Jesus’ mightly name we pray. Amen
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