Advent: week 3

The Time of JOY

The third week of Advent celebrates the good news that was first delivered to shepherds in the field. Appropriately then, the third candle is called the Shepherd's candle.

This week we will re-light the first candle, the Prophecy candle, and the second purple candle, the Bethlehem candle, followed by the one pink candle, the Shepherd's candle. We celebrate the great joy of our living Lord. (some scholars say that the shepherd's candle is pink to symbolize the humanity of the mortals)

"But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you GOOD NEWS of great JOY which will come to all the people." (Luke 2:10 AMP)

""So they went with haste..." (Luke 2:16)

"And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen..."
(Luke 2:20)

TAKE JOY

I salute you! There is nothing I can give you which you have not; but there is much, that, which I cannot give, you can take.

No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today.

Take heaven.

No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present instant.

Take peace.

The gloom of the world is but a shadow; behind it, yet, within our reach, is joy.

Take joy.

And so, at this Christmas time, I greet you, with the prayer that for you, now and forever, the day breaks and the shadows flee away.

~~Fra Giovanni

A.D. 1513

The message is clear---JOY is for the taking. It is the fruit (Gal. 5:22) of the Spirit of our Living Lord. We choose to be joyful. We are NOT intimidated by the circumstances. (See Deut. 30:19 and Deut. 28: 1-14)

"But let all those that put their trust in thee rejoice: let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them: let them also that love thy name be joyful in thee.  12) For thou, Lord, will bless the righteous; with favour wilt thou compass him as with a shield." (Psalm 5:11,12)

Many examples of joy can be found throughout the Word of God. Two stand out mightily. The account of Job, and the chronicled life of Paul, the Apostle.

"While he was yet speaking..."BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Everything gone, in a moment of time. We cannot even imagine such devastating events. However, consider Job's response: "Then Job...fell down upon the ground, and worshipped,  21) And said, 'Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.'  22) In all this, Job sinned not, nor charged God foolishly." (Job 1: 20-22)

"Thou he slay me, yet will I trust Him..." (Job 13:15)

"And the Lord turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends: also the Lord gave Job twice as much as he had before." (Job 42:10)

"So the Lord blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning..." (Job 42:12)

And what about Paul?

[while they were in prison] "And at midnight Paul and Silas prayed, and sang praises unto God: and the prisoners heard them.  26) And suddenly there was a great earthquake, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken: and immediately all the doors were opened, and everyone's bands were loosed." (Acts 16: 25-26)

Paul walked the talk!

"Rejoice evermore.  17) Pray without ceasing.  18) In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.  19) Quench not the Spirit." (I Thes. 5:16-19)

The Shepherd's Path (a life of JOY)

J          Jesus first         Deut. 6:4-7          Matt. 7:12          Matt. 22: 36-40

O         others next       John 13:34           John 15:12

Y         yourself last      Romans 12:1

Remember, there are 366 instances in the Bible where we are told, "Fear not!" So, instead, let's take JOY and choose LIFE!

When you listen to the Christmas music this week, pay attention to the words in "The First Noel," "Angels From the Realms of Glory," and "Joy to the World." 

Mama made it good

I like the song, "The Christmas Shoes."  Even though it's sad, it has a wonderful message of love and giving. The little boy in the "story" says, "Mama made Christmas good at our house," and I can certainly relate to that!

Coming from a large family with five siblings, Christmas was never the extravaganza that we see today. The parents of this generation are completely exhausted from trying to "make Christmas good." Each year has to beat the previous one. It's all so sad. So many children do not have a clue what it's really all about. I hear about families who worry about the number of gifts there will be under the tree. Big sigh, little tear.

When I was growing up, we could count on one gift and then socks and underwear made up the rest of the packages. And that was just because we all needed socks and underwear!  But, let me tell you this: there was never a more beautifully wrapped package of socks! Mama knew how to make Christmas good at our house. In especially lean years, she would open the package of socks and wrap each pair individually.

I don't recall ever feeling shorted; even when we went back to school after Christmas break, I was always proud of whatever I had received. It appears that I have not suffered any permanent damage from the shortage. Instead, I am so much the wiser from the overall experience. Mama always managed to come up with that very special gift, even if it was the only one.

Mama wasn't a great cook, just fair, so we didn't have all the "goodies" that our peers bragged about, but she could make fudge! Creamy, melt-in-your-mouth fudge. To this day, a little cube of peanut butter fudge still sends the senses spinning back in time. Mama made Christmas good at our house.

One particularly lean year, we had fallen on desperate times. There would not be much of a Christmas, it was announced. But, Mama had other plans! It was only a few days until Christmas, and still we had no tree. The beautiful ornaments lay in their boxes swaddled in soft tissue paper. One night, while we were sleeping, quiet as a mouse, she crept about. I have no idea how she kept so quiet, but the next morning, there in the corner of the living room, stood our Christmas "tree." Upon closer inspection, we could see that it was actually six medium-sized tumbleweeds spray painted gold. Three-two-one, a perfect pyramid of Christmas perfection! It was decked out with all the precious ornaments and draped in shiny silver tinsel...a commodity that no self-respecting tree could do without!

Curiously enough, I cannot recall the gift I received that year, but I have vivid memories of that beautiful symbol of the holiday. Mama made Christmas good at our house.

As you gather with your family and friends this joyful season, try to remember what the Grinch finally learned, that Christmas comes even without the ribbons and bows, if it comes from the heart! Whatever you give, you'll make Christmas good, when you give it from the heart..."For God SO loved the world, that He gave..."

a perfect day

I used to tell my students that I wasn't as interested in "perfection" as I was in "excellence." In my reasoning, perfection is hard to find in this life, and when we spend too much time looking for it, it is time lost. However, on the other hand, we have excellence, and that is within our grasp. No matter what you do, it can be excellent---your own personal best---that's what excellence really is, after all.


But, this time of year, especially, I am reminded of this quote by John Wooden, "You can't live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you."


And if that's the truth, I want more perfect days in my life. Imagine the impact on this poor, tired world, if each one of us decided to be excellent in the giving of ourselves, (time and energy and money) to those who cannot possibly repay us.

I think they call it "Random Acts of Kindness" these days. Whatever it is called, let's just do it!

God gave His very best, He gave when He knew we would not appreciate the gift. He gave because it was His act of excellence to do for us what we could never do for ourselves, and He never once showed any regret over His decision. I am not a fan of "re-gifting." I think it's an awful thing to do, for the most part. Someone has taken the time (and money) to get a gift for you---it may or may not be their best effort, but it was done anyway. Sometimes, we really mean it when we say, "Oh! You shouldn't have." But, I had to face the fact one day that if they felt like they "had" to get a gift for me, maybe I had not done a very good job of appreciating them personally and all that they brought to the relationship. I have discovered that those who truly love me never choose something that I would give away to someone else. Why? Because I love them so much and everything they do for me is excellent!

But, at this time of the year, I make an exception. I resolve anew that I will definitely try to re-gift one special thing that I received...redemption! The Father gave freely and urges us to do the same. It's the one gift that we are always encouraged to re-gift! Give the good message away every chance you get: the message of His unfailing, never-ending love. Give it by means of personal excellence...in all you say or do!

Wake up each morning with this thought, "One perfect day coming up!"

Advent: week 2

The Time of PREPARATION and FAITH

You may recall that the second purple candle is called the Bethlehem candle. Now we have a "what" and a "where" in the divine mystery. What: the prophecy concerning Jesus Christ, the long-awaited Messiah. Where: Bethlehem.

This week we will re-light the first candle, the Prophecy candle, and we will then light the second purple candle, the Bethlehem candle, as we continue to prepare our hearts for the anticipated Light of the world.

"Prepare ye the way of the Lord." (John 1:23)

The prophets foretold the special place that Bethlehem would have in history. (see Micah 5:2)

Now, listen to this! "Bethlehem" literally means House of Bread. How fitting that the Bread of Life would first appear on earth there! He has prepared a feast; He has called us to come and dine; what hinders us, then?

"Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me." (Revelation 3:20)

Room for Jesus

"Have you any room for Jesus?

He who bore your load of sin...

As He knocks and asks admittance,

Sinner, won't you let Him in?"

"Room for Jesus, King of Glory...

Hasten now, His Word obey,

Swing your heart's door widely open-

Bid Him enter, while you may."

"And the Lord said, 'My Spirit shall not always strive with man...'" (Genesis 6:3)

"Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come buy wine and milk without money and without price." (Isaiah 55:1)

"And Jesus said unto them, "I am the bread of Life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst." (John 6:35)

Oh, yes! Celebrate with all your heart! Celebrate with great anticipation as you truly prepare a place within your hear for the King of Kings!

As you listen to your Christmas music this week, pay attention to the words of "O Come, All Ye Faithful" and "O Little Town of Bethlehem." The Bread of Life came to the House of Bread; why should anyone, anywhere ever go hungry again!

Advent: week 1

The Time of ANTICIPATION and HOPE

This week we'll light the first purple candle, the Prophecy candle, and celebrate Christ with anticipation and hope.

Just as a child waits expectantly for the "big" day, so our hearts yearn for His Coming.

The scriptures reveal to us that this has been the plan, all along. God would become flesh and dwell among us!

Just as those of long ago waited in anticipation for the coming of the Christ Child, we celebrate His birth while looking beyond it to His glorious reappearing. And we prepare our hearts and minds for His return.

"Take heed, watch; for you do not know when the time will come." (Mark 13:33)

From the Old Testament to the New Testament and back again, the great event was recorded.

"O house of Jacob, come ye, and let us walk in the light of the Lord." (Isaiah 2:5)

"The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light; they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined." (Isaiah 9:2)

"For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon His shoulder; and His name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace." (Isaiah 9:6-7)

"Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, 'I am the light of the world: He that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.'" (John 8:12)

"Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee." (Isaiah 60:1)

"Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. 2) In my Father's house are many mansions: (if it were not so, I would have told you). I go to prepare a place for you. 3) And if I go and prepare a place for you; I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also." (John 14:1-3)

"...'Surely I come quickly'...Even so, come, Lord Jesus. (Revelation 22:20)

There are many other passages that you might enjoy studying this week:
Matthew 24:37-44, I Thessalonians  4:14-18, John 1:1-14, and I Thessalonians 5:1-6.

Now is the time to dig out your Christmas CDs. Listen to "O Come, O Come, Emmanuel" and think about the exciting times that we live in today, knowing that Christ could return at any moment! Are you ready?

Think about the little things you do for a long overdue visit with a precious friend. When you learn that they are coming, you clear the calendar and make time for them. You savor every moment, and sigh when they must leave. The best part of His return is, even though we have waited a long time, this time He's not leaving us behind. No teary goodbyes for us. We're going with HIM!

ADVENT

"ADVENT," The beginning of an adventure!

Perhaps you have noticed that Christmas is coming sooner and sooner every year. This year the decorations were on display before Halloween! No wonder we get so frustrated and tired of the whole thing. Deep inside we are yearning for a spiritual holiday. And no wonder that we do, after all, it was God who "set eternity in our hearts." He is always interested in our spiritual posture, temperature, and general good health. Maybe Advent is just what you need to redirect your focus on the living Savior this season.

You may believe that you don't know much about Advent. But, that's probably not true! You may know more than you think. For example, have you seen or used an Advent calendar in your home during the Christmas season? If so, what was the purpose of the calendar? Most likely, it was to 'count down' the days to a climax...Christmas day.

The Church's celebration of Advent dates back to the 4th century A.D. when it lasted six weeks. Sometime in the 6th century A.D. it was established to include the four Sundays prior to Christmas day. Subsequently, it begins on the Sunday nearest to November 30th, and continues through Christmas day. It all leads up to the most glorious celebration of all...our Savior's birth.

Consider the meaning of the word, advent. Other than its strictly religious sense (coming of Christ), it means "coming arrival" [example: the advent of Spring]. The original word is from the Latin for "to come to." Compare advent with its cousin, adventure, which means "an exciting or remarkable experience." Now that makes sense! Shouldn't our walk with God and our quest to be conformed to the image of His dear Son be an exciting and remarkable experience every day of our lives? If you have ever wanted more, especially at Christmas, you need to prayerfully consider adding the Advent celebration to your Christmas traditions. Right now, you may be thinking, "Oh, great! Just what I don't need: one more thing to squeeze in between now and the end of the year." But, if the Holy Spirit directs you, you will be eager to start the adventure!

Advent is rich in spiritual (all scriptural) symbolism. If you don't like symbolism, then you need to start ignoring every rainbow in the sky. God works through symbolism, and we can learn much from it.


First, let us consider the Advent Wreath. Traditionally, it is a circle. The circle symbolizes God's eternal plan---from our birth to our rebirth to eternity in His presence, a never-ending circle of love. The wreath is dressed with evergreens. They symbolize God's undying love for us.


Within the wreath, the four candles are placed. The light of each candle represents Jesus, the light of the world. Nowadays, the four candles are purple (the color of royalty---depicting the reverence due the King of Kings.) Some churches use royal blue (another "royal" color) candles. However, from the earliest times, three purple and one pink candle have been used. I prefer this arrangement for several reasons. First, I like the tradition of it. But, even more importantly, the strange arrangement, of necessity, begs for an explanation. Just sitting there quietly, they become the topic of conversation, and behold! the doors swing open for witnessing opportunities. With that in mind, let's continue to examine the meaning of each separate candle.

The first week of Advent is commonly called the time of "Anticipation or Hope." The candle of the first week is purple. We are anticipating the arrival of the King of Kings. He is heavenly royalty personified. The first candle is referred to as the "Prophecy" candle. The studies (individual, family, or group) that the first week of Advent revolve around concern the prophecies that the King would come. But, Advent takes you one step farther. You never stop with the coming of the infant child king; you pause long enough to absorb the wonder of the virgin birth, God incarnate. Then, you examine the King's coming into your own heart. But, that's still not all! Finally, you look forward, with joyful ANTICIPATION, to the return of the KING! What a way to refocus on the season of seasons! It may be noted that some groups refer to the first candle as the "Hope" candle. What you prefer to call it is your decision. The name is not as important as the reality. The reality must be that you not only believe that He came once, but that He's coming again and you're looking forward to it!

The second week of Advent is called the time of "Preparation." The second candle is also purple. (The second candle is usually referred to as the "Bethlehem" candle.) As Bethlehem was foretold to be the place chosen to prepare for the coming King, we were admonished, ourselves, by John the Baptist, to "prepare [ye] the way of the Lord." During the second week of Advent, we focus on the preparations that need to be made daily to receive a King into our very lives. (On the second Sunday, you re-light the Prophecy candle first, and then light the Bethlehem candle.)

The third week of Advent is called the time of "Joy." The third candle is the pink one. It is traditionally pink (rose-colored) to signify that Jesus is the Rose of Sharon. (It is often called the "Shepherd's" candle.) After all, the good news came to the shepherds and they left all and came with great joy to find their Shepherd King. The symbolism is so very rich here. God became flesh and presented Himself to the lowliest of society. What does he have to do today, in our lives, to restore such heartfelt joy among us? Allow His Holy Spirit to guide you as you encounter fresh joy "unspeakable, and full of glory." (On the third Sunday, you re-light the Prophecy and Bethlehem candles and then light the Shepherd's candle.)

The final week of Advent is called the time of "Peace." The fourth candle is the last purple candle, (commonly called the "Angel's" candle.) And of course, the angels in heaven rejoiced that earth had "received her King." Peace was born that day, on earth, and every man is able to be at peace with God. Study His Word, let it rise up in you, and guide you into perfect peace this blessed season. (This final Sunday you will re-light the Prophecy candle, the Bethlehem candle, the Shepherd's candle, and then finally, you will light the last one, the Angel's candle.)

There remains a single, white candle in the center of the wreath. This is the "Christ" candle, and it represents His purity. You may light it on Christmas eve and again on Christmas day to symbolize the light of the world!

Have you ever arrived someplace only to discover that you "just missed" a beloved friend or family member? That's what Advent is all about. We may have missed His first coming, but He has come into our own lives, and indeed, He's coming again to take us home. Our hearts are filled with peace and reconciliation while we wait, hopefully anticipating the love of God, and His eminent return to restore us into His family forever. If that isn't reason enough to lift Him up daily, and especially at Christmas, then I don't know what is.

                                           LET THE ADVENTURE BEGIN!!!

the other half

While I was studying at the university, I had reams of "required" course reading to do. Majoring in Education, there were all the volumes written by the so-called experts in the field regarding classroom techniques that should be mastered. After I became a teacher, I often wondered just exactly how much real time these people had spent in a classroom. But, that's a whole other story and I digress. My minor was in Social Science, so many hours were spent on classes in that field: Anthropology, Geography, History, Economics, Government, Philosophy, Sociology, etc., basically the study of "us."

During the semester that I was enrolled in my first Sociology course, the required reading was lighter than I expected, so I was able to really focus on the content. I don't remember whether I finished the list because I became enthralled with the first book mentioned, How the Other Half Lives by Jacob Riis.

Jacob Riis came to this country from Denmark when he was about twenty years of age. He lived in poverty, barely surviving, until he found work as a reporter for a New York newspaper about three years after his arrival. He possessed a knowledge of the poor that few in his new position had ever encountered and he was determined to use his writing skills to make people aware of the awful conditions endured by the poor in the city. He eventually became a photo journalist, and in fact, was one of the pioneers in the field of flash powder photography. This technique allowed him to photograph inside and outside of the slums at night.

In 1890, his book (How the Other Half Lives) was first published. With the startling account of the wretched conditions that thousands of impoverished citizens daily endured, documented with his amazing photography, a new awareness was reached. Social reform was finally underway. Many of the wealthy found his work very disagreeable, the slum lords in particular. For the next twenty-five years, Riis continued to write and lecture on the conditions of the poor. His work made a genuine difference in the way cities regard social issues of the poverty-stricken masses.

But, it's the title of his first book that has me thinking right now.

What I am really concerned about is how we treat "the other half" for the next few weeks. I'm not referring to just the poor among us. All of us, individually, through our churches or other charities, already do that. I am talking about the poor haggard sales people and food servers who do their best to take care of us while we are out-and-about, shopping, dining, partying. For example, I cannot believe that all the sales people who were stocking the shelves Thursday afternoon in preparation for the zero-hour that launched the shopping season, were there because they didn't want to spend time with their own family and friends. They were "there" because it was the shift they drew. Some retailers don't even allow time-off during the busy holiday season! SO, EVERYBODY PLAY NICE!!! Be patient while waiting in line. Be courteous to fellow bargain-hunters. Be cheerful to the checker. The mind-numbing beep,beep, beep of the scanner is torture enough. Think of others! And above all, SMILE!

Now, about those food servers. The same rules apply. These poor people are on their feet continuously. They don't need someone complaining to the management that they have been neglected or poorly served. And don't even suggest that they don't have to be there---that it's their own choice. In these desperate economic times, many people, even those with college degrees, have found themselves pursuing employment in a field other than their major. Hunger is a great motivator! It will get you up on your feet, searching relentlessly until you find a position, any position, that still involves honorable work. So, don't judge...EVER! Just be nice. It's easy, really. And when you have received the gift of good service, tip generously. Then, take the time to mention to the manager that your experience was a pleasant one.

This soapbox is for me, primarily, my dear friends. I point no fingers, make no accusations. I am speaking mostly to myself, but I have learned that what is on my mind is often good for others to consider, as well. Please do not be offended. Let's all just resolve to keep Christ in Christmas, evident by our behavior.

OH! I almost forgot: carry some crisp dollar bills with you, too. It's "Shiny Red Kettle" time.

and the race is on

It's no longer months or weeks, in just a day or two it begins...what is commonly called in this country, The Holiday Season. And then, the race is on.

Just as a warm-up exercise, we'll spend eighteen hours making a delicious meal of all our favorite foods. Amazing aromas will be wafting from the kitchen. Friends and family members will arrive. The house will be filled with noisy chatter, and then...we'll all sit down and EAT, eat, eat! Every year I say the same thing, "I just want a smidgen of everything. I won't sit here until I am stuffed and miserable. I'll stop before then." Yeah, well, I'll uhh, get back to you next week on that.

After that, we'll succumb to a semi coma stage, but that's not our fault! Blame that one on the turkey. It's all that tripta-whatever that makes us sleepy---overeating has nothing to do with it, thank you very much!

Then, the guys will watch football while the ladies get their game on, strategically planning for another hair-raising run at Black Friday sales. They will go to bed early or stay up very late, after all, some stores will open at midnight. When they finally arrive home again, after hours in the trenches, they will be laden with bags and bundles to prove that it was worth it. And anyway, all that money that they saved will buy a whole lot of Tylenol. It's all part of our passion for the holidays.

I love everything about the next few weeks. I have learned that I won't be able to accept every invitation, make every sale, visit every lighting display, attend every concert or play, but I do have a choice in what will bring me the most happiness and enjoyment. I will plan around those things. And I will enjoy every moment until this time rolls around again, or better yet, I'll just keep Thanksgiving and Christmas in my heart all year long. I'll make turkey (or maybe chicken) with dressing anytime I want it, I'll listen to beautiful Christmas music all year long, and I'll be merry and happy if I want to. I'll even have a Christmas tree up on March the twenty-fifth, if I want to. You see, I'm in charge of celebrations and I choose to celebrate with reckless abandon!

The fact that Jesus came to earth, for us, is stupendous, but that He came at all (He didn't have to) is absolutely amazing! The whole season may have turned too commercial for some, but that doesn't bother me. If it gives one soul reason to stop and think of Him---driving past a nativity scene on a church lawn, reading the message in a precious Christmas card, having the opportunity to give to others (SHINY, RED KETTLES!) then I am still glad for it.

I can't blame the merchants for trying to end a year of profit-loss with just one quarter in the black. And anyway, they hire seasonal help which is an answer to prayer for many people.

I have determined that the Holiday Season will always be exactly what I want it to be. I am in control. Not everything will work out as I initially planned---it never does---but that will not stop me from enjoying every moment. I plan to embrace the celebration of my Christ with renewed gusto and absolute contentment...content in the knowledge that if we think all this hoopla is something, just wait 'til you see how they celebrate in heaven!!!!

following instructions

If you have spent very much time in the kitchen, you probably know how crucial it is to follow instructions...especially in the preparation of food.

Sometimes, when we try to take a short-cut, things may not turn out so well.

Consider some of these instructions:

COOKING A TURKEY

Geremy advises, "You buy the turkey and take the paper off. Then you put it in the refrigerator and take it back out and cut it with a knife and make sure all the wires are out and take out the neck and heart. Then you put it in a big pan and cook it for half an hour at 80 degrees. Then you invite people over and eat." Sounds simple enough, but I'm fairly certain that the outcome would be less than desirable!

Moriah disagrees, "First you cut the bones out. Then you put it in the oven for 10 hours at 600 degrees. Then you put it on the table and eat it." Or, what's left of it!

Lauren employs yet another method: "First you find a turkey and kill it. Cut it open. Put it in a pan. Pour milk in the pan. Put a little chicken with it. Put salsa on it. Take out of pan. Put it on the board. Cut into little pieces. Put on a rack. Put in the oven for 7 minutes at 10 degrees. Take out of the oven and put eensy weensy bit of sugar on it. Put a little more salsa on it. Then you eat it." You're going to need a lot more salsa with that!

Isn't it a bit curious that all these children were trying to accomplish the same task? Furthermore, each one of them believed that they were doing it correctly. They were confident in the outcome, and still...it was all wrong.

I have read dozens of these 'recipes' over the years and still marvel at just how easy it is to do something completely wrong and still expect the outcome to be favorable.

I think that such is the way with life, at times. We need to do something so we figure out a plan, and do it. We expect it to turn out well, but sometimes it just doesn't. Maybe we left out a step. Maybe we had the timing all wrong. Maybe we didn't even have the necessary ingredients for success.

I think that maybe we are living in times such as these for a reason. Jesus reminded us that we were the salt of the earth...the seasoning of life...the very element that makes things wonderful for ourselves, as well as others. But, He cautioned that if the salt had lost its flavor, then it was good for nothing and should be tossed out. So, the next time you have the opportunity to do something special for others, check the instructions first and make sure that your motives are seasoned with nothing but pure love.

I am eternally grateful that He is God, and I am not! All I have to do, all He expects me to do, is follow the instructions..."He hath shown thee, oh man, what is good, and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with thy God." Micah 6:8

DESSERT, Anyone?


Try Shelby's instructions for making applesauce, "Go to the store and buy some apples, and then you squish them up. Then you put them in a jar that says, "Applesauce." Then you eat it."

Christopher shares his advice for making pumpkin pie: "First you buy a pumpkin and smash it. Then it is all done. And you cook it in the oven for 12 minutes and 4 degrees. Then you eat it."  Bon appetit!

final curtain? who knows?

I took the scenic route to work on Monday. It takes a few minutes longer, but it keeps me off the busy interstate highway, away from the construction area and far from the already-running-behind drivers.

I chose that path because I have so thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful changes of the autumn season. Since we live in an 'older' neighborhood, our street has BIG trees...big trees with lots of leaves! Those leaves are stunning this year. In fact, I cannot remember a more vibrant Autumn. Perhaps it is to make up for the dreadfully long, hot summer that we just endured. No matter...it's here now, and oh! how marvelous it is.

So, I wondered if it was just around here or more widespread. I was not disappointed. My journey took me down streets ablaze with rich colors...yellow, orange, red and every shade in-between, all accented by the remaining green leaves. I was intoxicated with the magnificent scenery, so happy to be alive and well.

And then, I suddenly was aware of all the people who will miss this display. They never imagined that last November would be the final curtain of their Autumns. You see, this past year I lost a dear sister-in-law, an uncle and a cousin. They all died very suddenly, without warning. In addition to these, another cousin lost her daughter, and a precious friend lost her grown son...again, without warning.

Thinking about these dear ones made me realize how terribly important it is to enjoy every season of our lives. No matter what you are going through, life is still precious and good! Savor every moment. Don't miss the Autumn season while yearning for Spring.

God is still in control and He is still the host of the universe. He spreads an abundant table before us, every day, and bids us, "Come, dine with me."  It's a standing reservation with the best seat in the house. Today, it's my pleasure to stand at the door of this beautiful day and greet people, "Come in, welcome...ENJOY!"

Mama always said

Whenever I hear my daughters commenting that they have begun to sound "just like my mama," I have to smile and pause to recall some of the things that my own mama used to say.

For instance, my five siblings and I were warned fairly regularly to "stop acting like wild Indians!"  Since westerns were a typical genre in that day for both television and movies, we were quite accustomed to seeing firsthand what 'wild Indians' could do. And that was the puzzling part, I suppose. No matter how aggressive or loud we were, one thing is certain: we never chased each other around with tomahawks or shot arrows at one another. So it was no wonder that I never understood what that was all about. To this day, I am only sure of one thing; whenever we heard the phrase, it meant to cease and desist! THAT part we understood clearly. Now today, it would be politically incorrect to say such a thing, and rightly so. It turns out that most of the time, those poor Indians were provoked to act wildly! Go figure. Poor Mama, how could she have known?!

Then, of course, there were those occasions when we were strongly advised to remember that we were "not Philistines, after all." Now this was a little more easily understood. We knew about those crazy Philistines from Sunday School! Why, Goliath himself was a Philistine. David had no choice but to slay him. He was going around threatening the entire nation, just looking for a fight, and anyway he was enormous, probably well over seven feet tall! Again, what in the world did that have to do with us, I wondered. Mind you that, no one, not even Mama, ever explained these things---she just 'said' them. We can chalk that one up to politically incorrect, as well, I'm sure. Poor Mama, how could she have known?!

We were not allowed to act like "aborigines' either. And all we knew about them was that they all ran around naked. You can quickly see why we were confused most of the time! None of us, to my knowledge, made it a habit to run around naked. Absolutely, politically incorrect, as well. Poor Mama, how could she have known?!

When we were in rare form, the admonition was swift, "Stop shrieking like banshees!" Now, please understand that we were not the run-of-the-mill rug rats; we were exposed to culture! Not a Sunday evening (after church, of course) went by that we didn't watch the Walt Disney show. We had seen 'Darby O'Gill and the Little People' more than once. We knew all about that screaming, wailing banshee that came with the death coach! But, darned if I can recollect one single instance when any of us ever sounded like that! One thing was certain, though; when you got to the roots of it, they all meant 'cease and desist,' and THAT we understood very well, indeed.

There were many other things I can remember too, but perhaps the one that comes to mind most frequently was a simple request, "How about coming in here and making yourself useful?" I think about that one a lot, the older I get. Why wouldn't we do that exact thing...make ourselves useful, that is. I don't know which word should be emphasized more, but for me it comes down to 'make' and 'useful.' I can only speak from experience right now, but I have discovered that sometimes I need to MAKE myself useful. I need a little nudge to get into action. The Holy Spirit is a great prompter---He has the next line (or action) and He's always nearby, ready to coach. The next part is equally imperative. What we choose to do should be useful to ourselves or someone...anyone, and especially to our Lord. I don't need time to think about what Jesus would do; there's a whole book about it. I need to think about what I am going to do---right here, right now, to make a difference, to make myself useful.

I'm trying harder to make good choices, choices that would make Mama proud! Choices that will allow me to hear those coveted words from my Savior, "Well done, good and faithful servant."

welcome to my laboratory

You can run, but you can't hide from adversity. It will track you down and trip you up every chance it gets. Such is the way of life on this earth.

There have been many difficult periods in my life, but I have noticed that time is the equalizer for them all. Often, after some time goes by---hours maybe, or days, months and years---the "thing" that I thought that I simply could not deal with will change---one way or another, it will change.  I frequently remind myself of this: "If you don't like something, change it. If you cannot change it, change the way you think about it."

Perhaps then, there is the key. It's more the way that we "think" about it than the way that it really is. If every thought is still contentious and angry---stop thinking about it!

In the midst of difficult or trying situations, I try and remember the fruits of the Spirit...love, joy, peace, patience, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, and self-control.  If I cannot find a majority of these nine, then something is wrong with the way I am responding to the situation. With all the powerful combinations that I have available, surely I can mix up something great!

EXAMPLE: (lame, but available) When someone is dashing in and out of the already congested rush-hour traffic, and nearly runs me off the road, I still have options for my initial response. Some choices might be:

Yell at them: "You JERK!"  Wow, that was wildly satisfying---I'm sure they heard me! Oh, my blood pressure.
Continue the aggression:  Speed up and ride their bumper---that'll make them sorry! Oh, my blood pressure.
Ignore it: Keep driving as sanely as possible and sing out loud---Ahh, my blood pressure.

What's the difference? Pausing that split second to weigh it in the balance; will my next action provide a 2/3 majority?

With that thought in mind, I have decided to take-up the ancient science and philosophy of alchemy. Yep, that's my new goal; I want to practice being an alchemist.

I want to be the one who takes old metal from discarded objects and works with it until it changes into gold!

I want to examine it and adjust my formula until it becomes something valuable, irreplaceable! Yes, I want to be an alchemist along the journey of life.  Picking up the pieces and remixing the components until gold results from the effort.  If the challenge proves to be too great for the day, I want to have the wisdom to set the heap of junk on the shelf and come back to it another time, with a new approach to the solution. Alchemy...it's a beautiful word...a serious approach to turning rubbish into something valuable.

"When the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something's suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful." ~Barbara Bloom

Mix your own potion with the powerful components found in the fruits and keep trying until you have the perfect formula for that "metal" and don't be too surprised that, when the smoke clears, you're looking at pure gold! Give it a try---maybe you were destined to be an alchemist, too!!!

it's autumn, at last

Ah, autumn...my favorite season.  Don't misunderstand; I truly enjoy a region that experiences all four seasons, and I have been blessed enough that I have always lived in such a place.  After the record heat wave and drought of this past summer, I think everyone was longing for the cooler days of autumn, and now they are finally here.

What glorious days!  They are warm and sunny and the evenings bring a chill on every wisp of wind.  Morning comes and I am nestled deep in the folds of the fluffy down comforter that drapes over the bed.  The sky seems more brilliant than any other time, I think.  Perhaps it is only the contrast of the brightly colored leaves of the trees.  Yes, autumn is a truly welcome season for me.  I don't even mind that it means that winter is not far behind.  (I will embrace its glory when it arrives.)  But, in the meantime, I bask in the golden days of the most wonderful season of the year.

I often think that my life is a series of seasons, as well.  If this is true, then perhaps I am enjoying the autumn of my life right this very minute.  That's okay with me.  I like my life.  I like where I am in my life.  Sometimes I wonder if I would have changed anything along the way, if I had known what would happen next.  But, the truth of the matter is this: "any arbitrary changes along the way," will naturally change everything that happens after that!  Just imagine...no matter what change you would make...it would alter everything past that point.  I think it is good that God does not allow me to "know" too much, not even about myself!  In His grace, He has chosen to reveal things to me gradually.  I have become accustomed to being on a need-to-know basis.  And I have discovered that He is true to His word...He has never allowed more to tempt or try me than I can manage at that point in my life.  The lessons I have learned were often gleaned from hard fought battles in the trenches of life.  I am no stranger to the school-of-hard-knocks.  Sometimes it seems as though my name was on the roll for months at a time!  Still, I was able, with God's divine help, to get through one more time.

Now that my life has proceeded through several decades, now that I have past the half-century mark, I feel as though I'm in the clubhouse turn.  What is there left to do?  What great and marvelous plans does He have for me that I cannot even imagine today?  Since I am still on a need-to-know basis, I have absolutely no idea what will happen next.  But, there is one thing that I am certain of.  He lives to love...and He loves me.  He knows my name...He walks with me and talks with me, and I plan to make the most of that relationship!  While I do not know what the future holds, I most certainly have a plan.  I plan to love the Lord with all my heart, and all my soul, and all my might.  I plan to seek His approval before I mess things up for myself and possibly others.  I plan to thank Him, with a grateful heart, whenever I think of anyone I love and care about.  I plan to talk less and listen more...I plan to listen until I really hear.  I plan to forgive so quickly that wounds don't have time to worsen and fester.  I plan to enjoy this very wonderful life, every moment of every day.

I cannot imagine a more beautiful time than autumn...on this earth, and in my life!!!!!

check the warranty

We all know what a warranty is, or at least we have an idea of what it is and what it is supposed to do. In short, a warranty is usually defined as "a written guarantee of the integrity of the product." Okay, so far, so good. That's about what we thought it amounted to.

But, then there are divisions within the overall definition, as well. We soon discover that some warranties are more valuable than others, some are misleading, and some are merely implied, leaving us little space for a claim of any kind, and still others are rather vague and laced with limitations. Therefore, a universal (one size fits all) warranty simply does not exist.

For example, the ceiling fans that we carry at the lighting gallery have a "lifetime" warranty on the motor. Basically that means that if the fan drops a speed or the motor stops running, the owner is entitled to a new one, "motor" that is. If the fan is out of production, then fair market value of the fan (at today's rate) will be applied to another fan that the owner chooses. Sounds simple enough, and actually it really is. When a non-working fan is brought in, we usually just replace the entire unit, blades and all---that way the finish is sure to match. Most customers are happy with this procedure and appreciate how easy it is to activate the warranty. They don't have to box it up and send it somewhere; they just bring it to us and we order the replacement, at no cost to them. However, every once-in-a-while somebody wants an "exact" definition of "lifetime." More than once, we have been asked if it means the lifetime of the fan or the lifetime of the owner.
Well, let me think about this for a moment: if it is the lifetime of the fan, then when it quits, isn't its life over? If so, then what is the point or value of any kind of warranty for it? Okay then, let's say it refers to the lifetime of the owner. Then we are asked if the owner dies, but the fan is still working, does the warranty continue on to the next owner? I'm serious. People actually want this nailed down. And of course, the inevitable question, "What if you go out of business?" As I said before, it can get tricky...trying to understand or activate your warranty. And that got me to thinking...

I wonder what kind of warranty we offer to others when it comes to the "guarantee of our integrity." I remember my parents and grandparents talking about a man's word was his bond, or a handshake on a deal meant something. Sadly, that is not so commonplace to us anymore. We have all been lied to or even tricked by those who pride themselves on being "clever." There is absolutely no guarantee of their integrity.

And what about forgiveness? Do we offer it with a limited warranty or a lifetime warranty? What is the value of our integrity...where is the guarantee that our heart sees the matter as closed, and it will not let our mind take over and destroy the value of the deal.

What about love? Does the love we share with others, whether family or friends, come with a lifetime warranty, or is it subject to those vague limitation clauses? Can they depend on the integrity of the product we have offered or will they be out of luck if we decide to close up the shop...just something to think about.

Then, of course, there are the other attributes of God's presence in our lives...the fruit of His Spirit...things such as patience, goodness, meekness, faith, self-control. What about them, indeed?! Can the recipients of our "fruit" depend on a good product with a lifetime warranty or are there strings attached? Is there real  integrity in our motives and actions, or is it merely implied?

What about faith? Can they depend on us to pray when they pour out their hearts like water on thirsty ground? Is there a record of integrity in our warranty that assures them that we will, indeed, stand in the gap, and storm the gates of hell with nothing but a water pistol, if necessary, with faith that doesn't wear-out or rust-out?!

When I think about these things and my response to them, it doesn't take very long to discover how my precious Jesus has handled my warranty. It's unconditional and extends beyond a lifetime...to eternity. His personal integrity is more than enough to cover any situation that presents a claim. I can depend on Him...ALWAYS!

It is my earnest hope that we will always strive to be as sincere with the things He has trusted us with, as He has been faithful and true to us. When there is injury, we will offer pardon---no limitations, no expiration. When we love, we will love completely...no strings attached. When we are good and kind...let it be with a pure heart, no expectations for return. Simply put, let our lives come with a lifetime warranty, that others might know that we offer ourselves without reservation, with integrity, that God might be glorified in us always.

it makes a difference

Does anyone else remember the 'little' song that we learned in Sunday School?

"Oh, be careful little eyes what you see---
oh, be careful little eyes what you see---
for the Father up above is looking down with love, so be careful little eyes what you see."

And then, there's the rest of it:
"...be careful little ears what you hear...be careful little mouth what you say...be careful little hands what you do...be careful little feet where you go..."

Still very good advice! But, perhaps not quite thorough enough. I'm adding to the list, "Oh, be careful little heart what you pray..."

When the disciples asked Jesus to teach them to pray, what resulted was the passage that we commonly call 'the Lord's Prayer.' "Our Father, which art in heaven..."

Most of us are very familiar with the prayer, having learned it by 'heart' at an early age, and hopefully we've been using it daily for many years. But, I wonder if we know what we are asking...

For instance, in the passage that pleads "forgive us our debts (transgressions) as we forgive our debtors (transgressors)," I wonder if we realize the raw power of that request. I wonder if we've even considered the ramifications of the true meaning of the words. Let me try to explain:

The key to understanding this phrase lies in the tiny two-letter word, 'as.'  You see, when used in the function of a conjunction, it means "while." Okay, forgive me my debts while I forgive my debtors. That's all well and good. Reasonable. But, is it what Jesus was actually teaching us? I thought it was way too shallow on that level, so a few years ago, I pulled out the good, old Greek-English Lexicon and guess what I learned?! Don't worry, I won't keep you in suspense any longer. In this text the true usage of the word, 'as,' is an ADVERB! Now, that makes a tremendous difference. For you see, it doesn't mean 'while' you are doing something, it actually means so much more. It means "to the same degree or amount." WOW!

Do you see it? "Father, forgive me [today] THE SAME WAY that I forgive others." Therefore, when we withhold our forgiveness, or make it conditional, or give it grudgingly---we may be putting ourselves in a delicate position to receive much-needed forgiveness and comfort ourselves. Don't get all pious on me here---WE ALL NEED TO BE FORGIVEN. We have all done foolish things that caused hurt to ourselves or others and more importantly, to the Lord.

While contemplating the depth of the prayer, as Jesus intended, I also was reminded of a passage that Paul (the Apostle, not the Beatle) wrote to us via the Corinthians in II Cor. 9:1-12, but especially verses 6-8. Paul explains that when we give, it should always be from the heart: "...give, not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver."

The point I'm trying to make is that it's time to put on the mind of Christ...to think outside the box. For decades, this Corinthian passage has been used, primarily during 'Stewardship' sermons, to persuade us to give more. Perhaps, it is time to think about it on a broader scale, though. What if we allowed it to dictate the way with which we 'give' ANYTHING?  We could apply it to our work---giving our hours to the boss/company cheerfully, not grudgingly. We could apply it to our families---doing our chores cheerfully, not grudgingly or of necessity. In fact, we could apply it to every area of our lives.

We could, especially, apply it to the way we choose to forgive...cheerfully, not grudgingly or of necessity. Then, and only then, will we be living with the mind of Christ when it comes to forgiving others. I believe He forgives me completely, freely, and cheerfully. He is happy whenever I have a change of heart, repenting of my shortcomings/sins (whether in thoughts, words or actions.) So, I must "be careful, little heart, what you pray." Praying that I be forgiven, just the same way that I forgive others, can be powerful. It could be a blessing or a curse.

But, I know a secret: "He hath set before you LIFE and the BLESSING [as well as] DEATH and the CURSING...THEREFORE, CHOOSE LIFE, WITH THE BLESSING!" (Deut. 30:19)

I think I will! One hour at a time, as He strengthens and encourages me, I believe I can forgive just the same way that He forgives me.

I still miss someone...

Johnny Cash was the kind of singer that you either liked or you didn't...there was no middle ground for most of us. Personally, I liked him "then," and I still do. With any of our favorite crooners though, there are still tunes that we like better than others, even by the same performer. Since we like the voice, it's usually the content...the lyrics, that we don't care for. With that in mind, I'll admit that I have my favorites, even with Johnny.

At this time of the year, I always think of a particular song that he sang. "I Still Miss Someone" is the name of the song..."At my door the leaves are falling...a cold, wild wind has come...people [ 'sweethearts' actually, but I prefer to use 'people,' as that includes all of us! ] walk by together, and I still miss someone." Obviously, it's just another love song, but it's still true...I do miss someone, and I miss her so much sometimes that I can hardly see through the tears. When is there a better time to sing a 'love' song?

Mommie Dearest, you were fortunate enough to be born on the first day of autumn, my favorite season of the year! And when the leaves start falling, I miss you so very much. There would be 79 candles on your cake today; we'd need to have the fire department standing by...just in case! Goodness gracious...all those flames and we're still under a burn ban!! All kidding aside, you have to know that you left me too soon...I wasn't done loving you and I will never stop missing you. The hole in my heart hasn't gotten any bigger, it just hasn't filled up. There just isn't anyone in this whole world who can take your place. Even though I am blessed beyond measure...I have a husband who adores me...just ask Mowgli! ;)  and I have amazing children who have incredible mates and the grandchildren can't be compared to anyone else's---it just wouldn't be fair...yet, even so, I still miss YOU!

You were the most wonderful mother! Oh, and by the way, I bought Shel Silverstein's new book of poems today...primarily for this one poem! I knew you'd like it as much as I do.

SPIDER

"A spider lives inside my head
Who weaves a strange and wondrous web
Of silken threads and silver strings
To catch all sorts of flying things,
Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles
And specks of dried-up tears,
And dust of dreams that catch and cling
For years and years and years..."


Yep, that just about says it all! There remain bits of all our conversations, all our wonderful moments spent together, all the smiles and all the tears...and that's where they stay...caught in a web spun from the silver cords of love, love so wonderful that we cannot put a value on it---it's simply priceless!  Oh yes, I still miss someone...and I always have, I always do, and I always will.

One of the most precious bits clinging to that web is an image that is still so vibrant in my memory...I still recall how you looked when you tucked me in at bedtime. You would read me a Bible story and help me say my prayers, and then you'd read a few pages from a real 'chapter' book! One of my favorites was Joel Chandler's "Uncle Remus." You always did the "voices" better than anyone else. I remember that you still had your beautiful "work" clothes on, a stylish dress and classy heels! I remember the intoxicating fragrance of your perfume...back then it was Shalimar. (I used to slip into your bedroom and gingerly remove the glass stopper on the elegant bottle so I could smell 'you' when you were away.) So, there are phrases from Brer Fox and Brer Rabbit caught in that web, as well as wisps of Shalimar now and then.

How charming and lovely you were to me! How could I NOT miss someone so precious?! This world was lucky to have you as long as it did! Yes, I still miss someone, but I know that you're waiting in the doorway, gazing down the winding trail, scanning the horizon for your little red-haired girl, and someday, if you leave the light on, I'll find you again.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY MOMMIE DEAREST!!!! (I've heard that Jesus throws awesome parties!)

dropping calls

I've never been accused of being a people-pleaser. To the contrary, I'm a bit of a rebel at times! However, I am, most definitely, a people-watcher! I enjoy watching the people around me. In fact, if stranded in an airport, I'd probably be just fine...as long as there were other people to watch!!!

Lately, I've been watching people and their relationship to their cell phone. Sound a bit odd? Maybe so, but nevertheless, that's what I find myself doing A LOT lately.

I think it is quite peculiar that we can't buy our groceries anymore without a cell phone activated. I've overheard loud one-sided conversations that Maury would love to get hold of! Nothing is really private anymore, nothing seems to be sacred either. How sad! How strange and sad it is.

With all this technology though, there is still a major problem...we don't always have "bars" when we think we need them...we lose our connection...we drop the call. You should see some of the outbursts that I have seen when that happens! You'd think we'd just lost our dearest friend instead of cell-phone service.

And that got me to thinking...

I am an early riser. I enjoy watching the new dawn slip in; I like to be there to welcome the new day. I enjoy spending time in the garden during the hour or so before daybreak. That's often where my quiet-time begins for the day. I wouldn't trade those moments for all the stars in the sky. Jerry leaves me to my quietude and then eventually joins me...and so begins our day.

But, what happens after that? I have become keenly aware that throughout the day I seem to be dropping calls. Let me explain that a little better. We check our cell phones several times a day. We make sure that we aren't missing calls or text messages. We sneak a peek at work---some people have actually lost their jobs because of their inability to leave their cell phones alone while they are working. And we all know the danger caused by the careless drivers around us who choose to text and drive, etc., etc., etc.  We just can't stand it when we drop a call.

But, aren't we doing just that with our spiritual lives at times? We start the day "prayed up" and ready to tackle anything, but usually after only an hour or two, our zeal begins to fade. We aren't staying connected---we're dropping calls! The Holy Spirit urges us to come aside, for a minute or two; He has something He wants to discuss with us, but we're not in the zone anymore---we're dropping calls.

I wonder what would happen if we stayed as charged up spiritually as we keep our cell phones charged. What if there was as great a priority to recharge our spirits as there is to keep our phones charged and at-the-ready! And what if we actually took as much care with our praying as we did with our text messages to each other. I just wonder if it would make a difference. I believe it would.

I have challenged myself to take note of the way I handle my cell phone. I have asked the Lord to help me see what He sees whenever I check it. Missed call? No problem..."God bless my sweet friend and work mightily in their behalf. Give me the words to say when I call them back." Haven't received the call you were expecting? That's okay, too. "God, thank you for making me stop and check to see if there was any news. You know the situation. Bless my children."

The next time you're holding your cell phone, take a look at the contact list. Scroll down through it until your spirit flutters within you. Stop right then and say a prayer for that person. It only takes a few seconds. And by the way, this will work with Facebook, too. If you need to check your page often, then take a look at your friends list and pause for a minute and pray for them. Everyone is going through something---we all need all the help we can get. You can bet that I'll be thinking of you more frequently than I used to. I'll see your name (or your smiling face on Facebook) and I'm going to smile right back at you and say, "God bless my friend (mate, parent, daughter, son, grandchild, brother, sister, niece, nephew) today. Let them feel Your presence and love, Your mercy and grace. Grant them peace and health. I hope I can see them again soon."

I don't want to drop any more calls. God is calling...love is calling...it's time to answer.

nail it down

For as long as I can remember, I have heard people say, "Everything happens for a reason."  I suppose that it's true, but often it is easier to reject the notion altogether, rather than contemplate just exactly what that reason might be.  When something that we simply were not expecting occurs, we immediately struggle with the 'reason' for it.  Sometimes we are even foolish enough to utter those two words that cancel any shred of faith that we might be clinging to..."why me?"

At those times, I simply pause and remember all that my precious Jesus suffered to settle my account.  I no longer waste time with the whole 'ME' thing, but I do wonder what good could come from any of the madness, not just for myself, but for every one that I am aware is suffering for one reason or another.  It can all be so vague at times.

And still, He who holds the universe in place with a mere thought is still in control!  He always was, always is, always will be in total control.  THAT my soul "knoweth right well."  It's a fact to me...a proven outcome, not a mere theory.  So, when bad things (or even potentially bad things) happen to someone, myself included, I am learning to set aside the worry (which is absolute lack of faith) and concentrate on whatever it is that the Father is trying to teach me.  Oh, there are degrees on the worry meter, to be sure!  Sometimes, it actually takes a day or two to pull myself together again.  Only at that point, am I able to rise up to my full stature in Christ and walk, once again, by faith and not by sight.  At that moment, peace comes in like a river, the smile returns to my face, and I am confident that not one single thing, from the slightest injury to the greatest devastation could ever remove me from His tender care and purpose for my life.

That's what happened to me this past week.  I received news, in the form of a letter, that I simply was not expecting.  As I read it through a second time, I was reeling from the fear that had already begun to plant itself firmly in my heart.  I tried to call a couple of people, but no one was answering their phone.  Typical, right?!  And when they finally did get back to me it was clear that their plate was already full---too full for me to add to their distress, so I remained silent.  I fretted for another day...can you even imagine that?  I wasted most of what might have been a great day just allowing my mind to create terrible outcomes that probably will never happen.  And so what if they do happen?  Jesus, my Christ, will never let go of my hand...even if it means that we're actually headed home, to His place---NO! ESPECIALLY if it means we're headed home!  His love is amazing.  The sureness of its value is a nail-in-a-sure-place.  Whatever, whoever is anchored by that love cannot be moved.

So, what was the 'thing' I am supposed to learn?  Well, I believe that it is simply this:  When I am left dazed and confused from the attack of the unseen enemy (fear), I should "tell it to Jesus."  "There is no other, such a friend or brother, tell it to Jesus alone."  I have a direct line---He always answers!  I have discovered that when I run crying to Him, He holds me.  This is what it means to be held.  This is where peace can cover us, protecting us.  The second thing I learned is just as valuable.  God is faithful.  If you need more tangible support, He will put you on the minds of others...the faithful ones who will carry you gently to the throne of grace---there is mercy and healing waiting there for you.  No worries.  His grace is sufficient.  Today is a bright new day, and all is well---it surely is.  Faith has risen in my heart today and God has wiped all tears away.

I may not know what the future holds for me, but I know Who holds my future!  Now, that's a nail-in-a-sure-place!

10-9-8-7-6-5...

The countdown has begun!  In just a few moments I'll begin yet another trip around the sun.  What a great year this past one has been.

I often wonder if anyone is exactly where they thought they would be at a particular time (or age) in their lives.  It seems that we may not be able to define fully our expectations, but often we are genuinely aware that we simply aren't there.  It's paradoxical, in a way.  You can be pleased and yet feel as if something wasn't quite right, either.

I know because that's the way it used to be for me.  But, things are different now.  To love and be loved...there is nothing finer or more precious on this earth.  I suppose that most people cannot say that they have everything they ever dreamed of...nothing missing, nothing broken.  I can.  With a joyful spirit, I know how very blessed I am.  I have wonderful children, lots of them.  And I am so very proud of them.  They fill my heart with joy as it overflows with love and devotion.

I have two dozen of the most precious grandchildren in the universe, and my heart still melts when they run into my arms.  Ranging from one to twenty-one in age, they keep me forever young!  What a great job their parents are doing!

I have an amazing husband who has taught me the true meaning of making love...turns out it's a moment-by-moment thing, not so much 'just' a sexual thing.  He has devoted himself to helping me become the very best person that I can be.  My heart skips a beat when he looks my way and smiles.  Yes!  It's good to be the princess.

I have a heavenly Father who knows my name and hears me when I call.  My life is blessed with every good thing and when He looks at me, He smiles, too.  He pardons, with grace and mercy, all of my shortcomings and forgives me when I fail, encourages me to try again, and applauds me when I win! 

Yes, it really is a wonderful life!  All this...and heaven, too!

Each and every day, I thank God for the wonderful life He has planned for me.  One of the best things I have learned, I'm going to try and share with you today, my friends.

When I was teaching, it was my privilege to instruct some of the best students that ever walked the halls of Nocona Elementary School.  But, many times, I was the student.  I learned a lot from those kids...some great life lessons.  This is one of them:

One day a young man walked into my classroom.  He tilted his face and sniffed the air in deep breaths.  "What's that smell?" he demanded.
"Well, I don't know," I said, "is it a good smell or a bad smell?" 
He replied, "It's a GOOD smell."
I extended my arm and offered my wrist, "Could it be my perfume?"
"YES!" he exclaimed.
"Well," I said, "it's called 'Passion.'"
"I LIKE 'Passion,'" he said as he turned and walked to his desk.
Every day after that he would enter the room, sniffing.  Catching the familiar scent, he would look at me and smile and continue to his seat.
One day, however, he was shocked to discover that I wasn't wearing 'Passion.'
"That's NOT 'Passion,'" he stated.
"No," I said, "that's 'Opium.'"
He wasn't amused. He shuffled off, but I heard him whisper, "I like 'Passion.'"

Over the years, I have thought about that incident many times.  This is what I have learned.
When things are going the way we like it, we're happy and pleased, agreeable and friendly.  But, let one little thing change, and we get all bent-out-of-shape, and refuse to consider that the new option might be pleasant, too.  Perhaps, if we take the blinders off, we'll see life for what it is...a wonderful gift from God!  With all it's ups and downs, triumphs and disappointments, even on the worst days, it's still GOOD!

My gift to myself is to take time to 'smell' the changes.  Chances are, one fragrance is as pleasant as another.  If I resolve to look for the good, I will never be disappointed, for something good can come from every thing.

Mommie Dearest, even though I can no longer send you the special "Congratulations on your new baby girl" cards that I used to send on my birthday, even though I can't have the florist deliver the traditional bouquet to you on this very special day, I believe that you know how very happy I am.  I believe that my life is your bouquet.  I am dedicated to the blooms and buds that will bring you a sweet fragrance, wafting all the way to heaven's gates.  I'm in good hands now.  I'm healthy.  I'm happy.  And I am wonderfully blessed.

Super-Boss!

What a great weekend it has been for us! Family, friends, food AND fireworks!!  Does it get any better than that?

And, as always, I was presented with the opportunity to learn a wonderful lesson from the "It's a Wonderful Life" series.  Life at its best---everyday.

We actually had two firework shows---one on Sunday night and one on Monday night.  They were both fantastic, as usual.  But, it's the WAY they were fantastic that was so intriguing to me. 

On Sunday night, it was time to go to the fireworks display festivities, but a sudden darkening of the clouds and the lightning in the distance cautioned a previously unpredicted storm was on the horizon.  We feared the festivities might be 'called' for rain, but we headed our little caravan toward the designated sight anyway.  We had just gotten our chairs set up when four-year-old Aidan began getting anxious about the exact timing of the commencement. 

He was going from chair to chair, chattering and visiting with everyone.  We all suggested that he might want to get settled in his spot so that he wouldn't miss a thing.  The storm was gathering, but with it came a delightful, cool breeze---instantly softening the exhaustion from the 102 degree temperature of the afternoon.

Suddenly the dark sky flashed with light followed by a loud, "BOOM!"  No, it wasn't the storm, the show was on.  From that moment on, every eye was on the sky as every one of us waited expectantly for the next burst of brilliant color.  And Aidan was interested!  After each one, he would excitedly ask, "Is that the 'Boss?"  We eventually reached the conclusion that he might be referring to the grand finale, which of course, was yet to come.  So, we would all answer, "No, not yet."  When a particularly large display erupted, he would exclaim, "Now, that's the Boss!"  And then another one would explode until almost every subsequent display was grander than the one before it.

Eventually, inside his own little reasoning factory, he determined that somehow one could be greater than another, and he began to exclaim, "Wow! that was a Super-Boss!"  And he was right.  By the time the grand finale finally commenced, he was dancing with delight over the amount of "Super-Bosses" that could occur at once. 

You might be wondering what happened to the storm.  Well, as if on cue, it passed right over us, and even though our region needs the rain desperately, we all silently rejoiced that no one was dashing about madly trying to get to our vehicles.

And that got me to thinking...

Sometimes, we look around at the probable storm that is threatening our well-being, dashing our hopes and ruining our plans.  When all we see is the 'mess,' we can surely miss the memory of the event. 

Other times, we look for the 'Boss,' and never realize that there is something grander, just around the corner, maybe even the 'Super-Boss.'  We are willing to settle for 'good,' when 'best' is within reach.

Don't let the hint of a storm spoil what's left of beautiful life.  Don't see the 'mess' and miss the memory.

We were admonished to "let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."  Keep looking for the 'Boss,' and the 'Super-Boss' might show up, too!  Now, that's what I call a wonderful life.  All this, and heaven, too.

Heatwave!

Heat makes me sick.  Seriously, when the temperature keeps climbing and even the nights are too hot to sleep, it makes me physically ill.  I get a headache that lasts for days, my energy is drained to the point of exhaustion, I become nauseated and no matter how much cold water I drink, my skin is hot to the touch.  It's very uncomfortable for me and if it persists, I am sure it becomes unpleasant for those around me because the unabated exhaustion drives me to an irritable stage.

The past several days have been miserably hot and dry around here.

No wonder that when we were awakened this morning by the sound of rumbling thunder, we got up and quickly went to the porch!  It was about six-thirty, I think.  The air was cooler and a gentle rain began to fall. I went back inside to put the coffee on, then hurried back to the porch.

How wonderful was the fresh scent in the air!
How refreshing were the raindrops on my upturned face!
How beautiful was the pale light on the fringe of the heavy clouds!
How sweet was the song of the birds in nearby trees!
How melodious was the music of the bells from the neighboring church steeple!

We walked hand-in-hand (taking care of the relationship) through the yard and back to the garden, in the gentle cascade. When we returned to the porch, we sipped our coffee and silently watched and listened as the day dawned fresh.  Life is better on the porch!

It's still June, so the blinding heat is bound to return, but no matter; I am refreshed and renewed today.  And one day at a time, all is well.  All is well.

That got me to thinking...

In our lives, with frightening frequency sometimes, the heat is turned up, and things get harder.  Often, like summertime weather, there is no way to know when relief will come.  Dangerously near collapse, we yearn for relief.  Doubt, fear, and unbelief are as real as the oppressive and relentless heat of summer.  Wave upon wave it continues, until we are sick at heart and our faith is bordering on exhaustion.

I have learned that these times, like a heatwave, never last, but God's love and faithfulness are uncompromising in our behalf.  His gentle rain of comfort and peace will surely come to the parched spirit of a weary soul.  We will be refreshed by His presence and we will speedily recover.

What a beautiful illustration of His unfailing mercy and grace!  The next time you see clouds gathering in your life---RUN!  Run to the porch of His love and stay until you are refreshed and renewed!

Steve & Annie

For those of you who asked (regarding the previous post: Finding Center), the reference to Steve and Annie Chapman was made because several years ago, (I think, maybe three or four decades) they were performing in the Christian music field, a husband and wife team who wrote and performed their own music.

Of all their songs, my personal favorite was about us being like a house. I think the title was "My Heart Is Like A House." I am not sure of the title, but I do remember most of the lyrics and it tied in with the song by Freelance Whales that I mentioned.

"My heart is like a house,
One day I let the Savior in.
There were many rooms
where we would visit now and then---
But, one day He saw 'that' door---
I knew the time had come too soon,
And I said, "Jesus, I'm not ready for us to visit in that room."
"That's a place in my heart,
where even I don't go---
I've got some things hidden there---
And I don't want no one to know."
But, He handed me the key,
Tears of love on His face---
He said, "I want to make you clean;
let Me go in your secret place."
So I opened up the door,
And the two of us walked in---
I was so ashamed;
His light revealed my hidden sin.
But, when I think about that room now;
I'm not afraid anymore.
I know my hidden sin
No longer hides behind the door.

It just made sense to me to tie them together---our 'heart' house and the generator that lights it up! Find your CENTER early in the day, keep coming back to it, so the house will always chant a peaceful song, and more importantly, so that you won't get flung off!!!!

Finding Center

Recently I was prompted to listen to some music by the group Freelance Whales. My granddaughter, Katie, provided a link, so I tuned in. They produce a very fun and whimsical style of music and lyrics, and I liked it so well that I purchased their CD. As I listened to the lyrics of "Generator-1st Floor," I couldn't help but feel a strange connection to the thought-provoking words...

"We get up early just to start cranking the generator,
Our limbs have been asleep---we need to get the blood back in 'em...
"We keep on churning and the lights inside the house come on,
And in our native language we are chanting ancient songs,
And when we quiet down, the house chants on without us..."

As I mulled those phrases over in my mind, I suddenly realized the depth of their meaning to me.

You see, I think we all wake up the same way---we hope it's a good day. The next few moments, after our eyelids begin to flutter, can determine the course of the next several hours. For me, there must be a connection to my creator, my Father God..."and in our native language we are chanting ancient songs."

If I am "chanting" the song of the redeemed, with a grateful heart, I am sure to have a blessed day. By the same token however, if I am chanting the song of the disgruntled and dismayed, I will surely miss the very same blessings that will come, with or without my participation or acknowledgment! So it is true..."and when we quiet down, the house chants on without us..."

I'm convinced that, (as Steve and Annie Chapman reminded us so long ago) "my heart is like a house..." and the house will chant on and on even after we have abandoned our focus.  "A merry heart doeth good, like a medicine." So, whatever we begin the day with, whether love and joy and peace or griping, complaining and unhappiness, our "house" will continue the chant, and so goes the day---if we don't pause and find our center.
I'm defining center as that place where we retain a more perfect balance, enabling us to deal more efficiently with the trials that the hours ahead may produce for our consideration.

I suppose it's a bit like the old, metal merry-go-rounds in the neighborhood parks of my childhood. They were blistering hot in summer, and freezing cold in winter, but, even so, we could not resist them. We'd pile on and scream at the pushers, "Faster! Faster! We need another master!" It didn't take very many turns to figure out that if you wanted to keep your balance and not be flung off at a frightening speed, you needed to stay near the center. If you were too close to the edge, you couldn't hang on, and what resulted was raw scrapes, various bumps, and a very bruised ego.

So go ahead, chant your ancient songs, set the day in motion, but remember...if you wander too far from your center, you will meet with sudden discomfort that probably could have been avoided altogether.  

Generations

It's no secret, Jerry and I have a very large family now. With nine grown children, their spouses, and the twenty-six grandkids, it makes for a lively bunch! And oh!!! the absolute joy it brings me to know that my kids are doing well in life---maybe not always in a monetary sense (anyone who has raised a family knows that there's often too much month at the end of the money!) but, more in the spiritual and social sense. They are good, productive citizens who can be depended on to choose wisely and do the right thing. It doesn't get any better than that! Or, maybe it does.

Recently, I was able to travel to Louisiana to attend the high school graduation of my granddaughter, Brittney. How beautiful and confident she looked as she strode across that stage to receive that precious document. It represented a milestone in her young life that she isn't able to comprehend just yet. It was a symbol of passage from childhood into adulthood, as well, but she doesn't quite comprehend that yet either. She will learn soon enough that being an adult isn't always everything it's cracked up to be! With all the new-found freedoms, come grave responsibilities, as well. But, that's another story.

I learned something important, as I sat there in the embrace of bittersweet emotions, surrounded by friends and family who were all there for Britt, our Britt. I learned that there is something more profound than the pride you feel in your own kids when they reach a milestone in their lives. It is the pride that explodes in your heart when you see how great a job your kids are doing with their kids! At that moment, you realize that you may have made some mistakes, but you didn't do everything wrong. Your own kids have managed to raise their children with similar values, strengths, and devotion to God, family and country. To witness and take part in such experiences is an honor and joy. I wouldn't have missed it for the world! But, I almost did...

The carefully made plans were set in motion, and the trek began. We had weathered some terrific storms through the night, after all, it is springtime in Oklahoma. As we hit the road Friday morning, the weather map assured us that the worst of the current storms had pushed through and was far east of us. That news re-enforced our decision to go the western route, south to Nocona, where my niece and I would pick up my daughter, and then continue on through Dallas and east Texas into Louisiana. We traveled along under partly cloudy skies with patches of blue sky appearing periodically. It was a most pleasant leg of the journey.

Having secured our passenger, we continued on to Gainesville, to intercept I-35 and head south. Still, all was well. We stopped for coffee and gas in Gainesville, and suddenly the sky darkened to an eerie nighttime shade, but the unmistakable hint of green was obvious. HAIL!  The sudden storm unleashed its full fury on us before we had time to scramble back into the car. Shivering and wet, we couldn't see the end of the hood of the car. We made a couple of calls and had folks who were next to their computers to pull up a weather map. They assured us that we could drive out of it. So, as soon as we safely could, we made our way to the interstate.  The wind thrashed and the rain poured. The wipers were working furiously to remove the water and create some patch of visibility, and still we kept on.

It was soon apparent that we were not driving out of it and wouldn't be for some time. We had slowed to a mere 13 mph in a 70! Why didn't you just pull over, you might be thinking. And that would have been our first choice, however, it wasn't a viable choice. We were hemmed in with construction barriers, with no shoulder, and therefore had no choice but to keep moving. The thought occurred to me, more than once, that nobody, anywhere, who would perish in an auto accident that day, woke up that morning and said, "Well, I guess this is the day I'll die in a wreck." It happens everyday, somewhere, but no one thinks that it will happen to them. I was thinking that it could happen to us. I prayed. I thought, I remembered. I prayed some more. Still, we were moving at a snail's pace, and then, to make matters worse, we would come up on a motorist that didn't even have their lights on! It was maddening. But, never once, did I feel a loss of inner peace. Something just assured me that, "All is well."

Of course, we did arrive safely, eventually. But, God showed me a lesson that was worth the stress. It wasn't anything new, just a new spin on an old promise. In this life, there will be storms. Some of them, we can avoid by staying inside, where it's safe. Others will pop up out of nowhere and we will be caught right in the middle of terrifying circumstances that we don't seem to be able to control. When that happens, and it will, we need to stay the course. With a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel, we need to keep going. When we can't even see the end of the hood, we need to keep going. When we can't see the car in front of us, we need to keep going---so long as peace remains, we need to keep going. We will come out of the present storm and into the brightest light of the Son, as long as His peace remains.

So, here's what I learned. As we are making decisions for our children, things will surely pop up to challenge our wisdom and create difficult going, but we just have to be confident that we'll weather the storm, and they will be okay, if not because of us, then in spite of us. And the sweet reward comes back to us every time we are able to see their children reach a milestone in their lives.  As Jerry lovingly says, "I always wanted to be an ancestor!" This 'generation' thing is awesome. Knowing that we are the ancestors of so many wonderful descendants is one of the greatest joys in life. We are told that our Father in heaven is proud of His children, generation after generation.  And, I know why He feels that way!

No Whining Allowed

Most of us realize just how much we are truly blessed; we appreciate every expression of God's love, His gracious mercy and unceasing watchfulness over us.

And...all is well. That's the way we like it, uh-huh, uh-huh!

But, as Thomas a Kempis once said, "You are courageous enough so long as nothing adverse comes your way." OUCH! Can I get a Band-Aid over here, please...I've been wounded. But, only because it's true, at least for me it is.

It's so easy to be pleased with God when everything is going well. But, just let the winds of adversity funnel down on us and we cry, "Why me?!"

I have learned that the answer to that selfish question is, "Why not?"
OUCH! Can I get a paramedic over here, please?! Why not, indeed!

Paul (the Apostle, not the Beatle) reminds us in his epistle to the Hebrews that there are those who have gone before us who suffered greatly for their faith, "...being tortured, cruelly mocked, suffered scourgings, bonds, and imprisionment---still others were stoned, sawn asunder, tempted, and slain with the sword. They were rendered destitute, afflicted and tormented. (Hebrews 11:35-40) Paul proclaims that the world was not worthy of these dedicated men and women of faith (v 38).
He continues in Chapter 12 with the admonition that we, "consider Him [Christ] that endured such contradiction of sinners against Himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds (v3). Ye have not yet resisted unto blood, striving against sin (v4).

Check and Check-Mate!

We have not suffered as our Savior suffered for us. Sin and separation from God held the nails in place, and as His precious blood trickled down that old rugged cross, draining the life from His physical body---something marvelous was happening in His Spirit.

As He whispered, "It is finished," and payment for our debt of unrighteousness was satisfied and accepted, the Love of God pulsed through those empty veins, and with a burst of divine energy, raised Him up, resurrected Him and He lives today, a victor over death and every other ungodly thing that can assault us in this life. Yes, sin held Him on the cross, but Love resurrected Him from the cold and dark grave.

Paul is absolutely truthful, even two-thousand years later; we have not suffered enough to complain, gripe, moan and belly-ache about our circumstances. I don't pretend to know everything. In fact, I can only share with you those things which I have learned in the trenches of life myself. And I know a couple of things that might be useful to others.

NUMBER ONE:

God is faithful---always was, always is, always will be!

In fact, He is so concerned that we realize this, that it is written, "For when God made promise to Abraham, because He could swear by no greater, He swear by Himself, saying, "Surely blessing, I WILL BLESS THEE, and multiplying, I will multiply thee." (Hebrews 6:13-14)

Okay, okay...yes, He said He would bless ABRAHAM, but hold on! It just so happens that I know the rest of the story.  In his letter to the Galatians, Paul reminds Christians that, "If ye be Christ's then ARE YE ABRAHAM'S SEED, AND HEIRS ACCORDING TO THE PROMISE." (Galatians 3:29)


Check and Check-Mate.

So, here's what we have:
God's sworn oath that we will be continually blessed. Therefore, when adversity comes, and it surely will come, just hold on tight to the promise and remember that you have not yet suffered as those before us did.

NUMBER TWO:

The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away.

You may recall that Job made this observation when he was at the lowest point of his life. But, don't take my word for it. Read the story yourself. (Job 1:6-22 and don't forget Job 42:10 and 12)

We are allowed to be sifted, but God still has the final word (1:12). He still draws the line that cannot be crossed. And I know about sifting. We all do.

But, here's what I've learned.

The Lord does indeed...GIVE. James, the brother of the Lord, says, "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with Whom is no variableness , neither shadow of turning." (James 1:17)

And Paul reminds us to, "...trust in the Living God, Who giveth us richly all things to enjoy." (I Timothy 6:17)

He does indeed...TAKE AWAY, as well.
He takes away our stress, saying:
"Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." (Matthew 11:28)
He takes away our shame and guilt over past mistakes and sin.
"...He will have compassion upon us; He will subdue our iniquities; and wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea [of forgetfulness]. (Micah 7:19) How many of our sins will he cast away?  ALL of them!
He takes away uncertainty:
"Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in Me. In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I WILL COME AGAIN, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. (John 14:1-3)

Here it is in a nutshell. In our lives, there will be some tough times, but it isn't anything that we can't handle, because to added affliction, He giveth more grace, and out of His love and devotion toward us, He gives and gives and gives.  But, He also takes. He takes doubt, fear and unbelief whenever He can wrest it from our grasp. So, whatever seems to be about to consume you---relax your grip, let go, let God pour out His blessing.  And practice this unwritten commandment: Thou shalt not whine!

Instead, grab a pen and some paper and just try and scribble down EVERY blessing in your life; begin with your earliest recollections. If we were to do that we would need a lot of tablets...
"And there are also many other things that Jesus did, the which, if they should be written every one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that should be written." (John 21:25 ~my favorite verse!)
He continues to do great things for us, every day of our lives. Look heavenward, be awed by His greatness, and give thanks with a grateful heart. You are blessed! Whether times are good or bad does not change that fact. And this present affliction (whatever it may be) will surely pass. So, in the meantime (and it often is a mean time) just focus on others and their difficulties: YOU CAN DO IT!
Job did it! "And the Lord turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends: also the Lord gave Job twice as he had before." (42:10) And, "So the Lord blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning..." (42:12)

Yes, you can do it, too!

"Do all the good you can. By all the means you can. In all the ways you can. At all the times you can. To all the people you can. As long as ever you can." ~John Wesley