Thursday, November 20, 2014

The Old Family Bible

Just one of my treasures in an old earthen vessel...   


     When I wrote about my Grandma's quilt in July, I promised another blog about the other treasure I was given by my aunt.  If you haven't read that blog you may want to go back and read it just for continuity.  The title of it is "The Ways of God and the Real War On Women".
The old worn cover...
     So making good on my promise, here is the story of the old family Bible. When my aunt took me into her storage room to choose a "treasure" from my grandparents worldly goods, I saw the old bible and was immediately drawn to it.  I really didn't know about the spiritual heritage of the Stanley family and I thought the bible might hold some clues to it.  It did, and my aunt filled in some gaps for me.  
     Besides the beauty of the thing, and it is beautiful, in spite of the crispy, crumbly pages, it contains family history.  My grandparent's marriage is recorded there... July 15, 1918.  That was probably the only record of their marriage that ever existed and being recorded in the family bible made it a legal document.  So we know that the book is at least 96 years old.  Also recorded there are the births of their children, their marriages and their deaths.  Someone faithfully kept the record up to date.
    As I carefully turned the old pages, my mind filled with questions, Did they read the bible?, Who are these people that I never heard of?  What did this book mean to them?  Why has no one else in the family valued this treasure?  How can I make my children understand the value of it?  Well my aunt must have read my mind because she started talking about it.
 The first page
     "It was the most important thing in our house.  Mama said, "If we ever have a fire, grab the bible first."  "All of us kids were forbidden to touch it but Mama would show us the pictures and tell us the stories.  We were in awe of it.  Sometimes I thought I saw a glow coming from it's pages."  (Then she laughed at herself.)  "Years later when I became a Christian, one of my first thoughts was to go back and read that book for myself.  You know, Daddy was an unbeliever for most of his life, until Bobbie died.  Then I think he just couldn't bear the thought that he'd never see her again, so he had to take care of that... never saw such a radical change in a person, as when my daddy got saved.  He went from a cursing, angry man to a quiet believer.  He never missed church after that.  He stopped cursing immediately, even though I'd never heard him complete a sentence without a curse word before that.  He never took a drink of liquor again.  He treated Mama better and talked to us kids like we were real people!"  She stopped and shook her hear in disbelief.
     "Did he read this bible?" I asked.
My grandparent's marriage license
     "No, Daddy couldn't read but Mama probably read it to him.  Their marriage license and all of us kids are in here."
Marriages and births...
     She spoke of it as if they had their own "chapter and verse".  I smiled and continued to turn the pages.  Later I reflected on how the times have changed.  We have probably ten different translations of the bible in our house.  We listen to it on our computers, our "notebooks" and our cell phones.  We hear it read form our pulpits on Sunday mornings, but most of the time we ignore it.  Have we become like a river that has widened so much and become so shallow that we no longer hold the "life" that's in it?  That bible to my grandparents and their family was valuable and deep.  It contained not only the life of their family, but the "words of life" and they were aware of it.
Deaths of loved ones
     I brought it home in my suitcase along with my grandmother's quilt.  This morning I took it out of it's plastic storage, so I could take pictures of it for my blog.  Now I've promised myself to find a place to store it so it will be protected and I can display it prominently in my house, like my grandmother did.  And I will instruct my children, "If we ever have a fire, grab the Bible first!"

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

"To Be Or Not to Be...That Is The Question"... Hamlet, Scene 1

     Indeed, that is  the question!  Because the subject of Assisted Suicide has once again reared it's ugly head in our society, I decided to put in my two cents worth. In order to do this I had to do some digging and to this I have to say, "Thank God for the Internet!"
     In my "digging" I have come across some wonderful things. One of these things that I've learned is that the Christian Church from Saint Augustine to Focus on the Family, has consistently been in agreement on the subject.  These church leaders have laid out a principle on the matter, that they gleaned from the scripture, so I don't have to wonder what the Bible teaches.     
holy bible : wooden cross on a old bible with the light from window     Now it's true, there are some denominations that have departed from this Biblical teaching. This is not new.  As a matter of fact, it began with the Apostle Peter. They base their opinion on the feeling that we must be "compassionate" to the suffering.  Then they proceed to define compassion as the prevention of suffering and pain.  This  definition of compassion, Jesus rebuked in Matthew 16:22, 23  Peter's statement there, "Be it (suffering) far from Thee, Lord."  Jesus replied to him by saying, "Get thee behind me, Satan!"   He wasn't calling Peter "Satan", but was addressing the "spirit" within Peter that would utter this Satanic temptation.  Jesus knew His purpose in coming into this world and He was saying, "Stop tempting me, Satan, with Peter's notion of compassion, for this suffering and death is the very reason for My incarnation!"  This is a larger subject than I want to address here, but suffice it to say, the Christian Church, down through the ages, warns us to avoid the stumbling block of this squishy compassion and instead chose to believe that suffering is very often God's chosen way.
     The principles which the church leaders came up with are as follows:
             1.Suicide is against nature.
             2.Suicide is destructive to community.
             3.Suicide is a sin against God.
     So with these points in mind, let's look at them one at a time.  1. Suicide is against nature... It is natural to love your own body.  Jesus said it, "Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself." in Matt. 19:19, and 22:39, Mark 12: 31, 33, and Luke 10:27 He included this phrase in His presentation of the Greatest Commandment. Then Paul said it in Eph. 5:28, 29.  He even went farther and said, " No one hates his own body but feeds and cares for it, just as Christ cares for the church."  So it is natural to love your own body and that makes suicide "unnatural". (By love, I mean care for your body.)
     The second point on which the principle is based is...2. Suicide is destructive to community. Have you ever noticed how suicide, "runs in families"?  Indeed, in the Jewish community, a good father would never give his permission for a young man to take his daughter in marriage, if there was a history of suicide in the young man's family. (Check out the movie, Yentle.)  The reason for this, I believe, is that when a person commits suicide they are conveying a message to their children, of faithlessness. They are saying, "When life gets too hard the thing to do is "punch out".  That leaves no room for God's intervention or for you to glorify Him through your death.  
     The third point of the principle is...3. Suicide is a sin against God.  Augustine based his position against suicide on Deut. 32:39 which says, "Look now; I myself am He!  There is no other god but me!  I am the One who kills and gives life; I am the One who wounds and heals; no one can be rescued from my powerful hand!"  Augustine went on to say, "Life is God's gift to man.  It belongs to God alone to pronounce life and death."
     But having said that, God gives us a choice. He says in Deut. 30:19 "I call heaven and earth as witnesses today against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that both you and your descendants may live..." God's wish for us is that we live! 
Jesus walks on water     So, I concluded, it was pretty plain from the scripture that suicide is not the "way of escape" from suffering or anything else.  Then I asked myself the second question. " Well then, how about when I get to that point where I think life is not worth living, it's painful and just too hard,  I'll just ask someone else to do it for me...a Doctor for example."
   But, the scripture also says that I have no right to ask another person to sin, or entice them to sin.  In fact I would be inviting them to murder me and that is a violation of the seventh commandment in Ex. 20: 13... "Thou shalt not kill. ( The Hebrew word for kill here is ratsach or murder.)  So if I ask someone to assist me to commit suicide, I'm asking him/her to "murder" me.  Not only is that against God's law but it is against a Doctor's oath.
    So the answer to Hamlet's question is..."To be"!  If you are a Christian and devoted to God and His word, you will reject the false idea of compassion, just as Peter had to reject it as coming from Satan, and stand against suicide in any form.

"...and so dear brothers and sisters, I plead with you to give your bodies to God because of all He has done for you.  Let them be a living and holy sacrifice___the kind He will find acceptable.  This is truly the way to worship Him!" Romans 12:1
    

Monday, November 3, 2014

"Duck Dynasty in a Miley Cyrus World!"

     This will be a short blog. It has one message, sent on the wings of a prayer.  The message is... tomorrow is election day, Christians, go out and vote! I don't mean that you should hold your nose and close your eyes and flip the lever and think to yourself, "It really doesn't matter. They're all alike. They're all crooks! etc. etc..." You know the statements. You've heard them repeated over and over.  You may have even said them yourself.
     No, what I'm suggesting is, look at the person running for Senate. Are they pro life? Are they for gay marriage? Ask yourself these questions and others that reflect your values and pick the candidate that more closely agrees with these values. They probably won't be perfect, no one is. But you can vote for the person who most agrees with you, then hold their feet to the fire.  Call or write and remind them of their promises.  Then look at the Judges and do the same thing, and then the State offices that are running.  If you don't have a "voters guide" from Michigan Family Forum or Right to Life then go on line and check them out.  The online address for Michigan Family Forum is michiganfamily.org and I'm sure it wouldn't be hard to find Right to Life or Baptist for Life or Lutheran's for Life.  Just google them. (Just got a new web site for you to see a voter guide. It is http://frc.org/voterguide.#ValuesVoter)
     Now a word about the title of this blog, Duck Dynasty in a Miley Cyrus World, I put it in quotations because I "lifted" it from Todd Starnes latest book, God Less America. It so apply describes where we are as a nation.  We are the Robertson family in Duck Dynasty with their values, and we are living in a "Miley Cyrus world".  We, the church, are called to be "salt and light" in this world. That means that we should be holding back the corruption that is so prevalent in our society.  One way we can do this is by voting. It seems like such a small, insignificant thing and we are tempted to think, How can my puny little vote count for anything?  But did you know that if all the Christians in this country would vote we could totally change the direction of it?  Not only that but your act of being a good citizen can and probably will influence others to do the same.  God has given us this duty, this power, this privilege and we dare not spurn it.  Because of the great lack of interest or irresponsibility or maybe just plain ignorance, we have very nearly lost our freedoms and the American church is on the brink of persecution. 
Hero
This is the price that was paid  so you can vote!
     I have been so burdened about what is happening to our country and this is my appeal to all of you who read my blogs. As I read my Bible I have come to see that there are two ways God has spread the gospel, one is by giving His people the freedom to preach and teach it and the other is through persecution.  With this in mind go vote!

Thursday, October 2, 2014

The Land of Enchantment

     Today's bolg is a walk down memory lane.  My motivation for writing it is two-fold.  First they are my memories and I love them and second, they are a slice of American history that will give you a rare glimpse into a time and place that helped make up the American experience.  Probably, not all of you will appreciate it, but some will and that's all I can expect.  If even one of my readers like it, I'll consider it a success.
leaf landscaping needs of enchantment one of interior design ideas and ...     I grew up in southeastern New Mexico, mostly in oil camps.  Now an oil camp is an outdated thing so it warrants some explanation.  My dad worked for Gulf Oil Corporation and at that time they provided housing for their employees in the field.  There were no big corporate offices there where men and women with brief cases filed in every day.  This is where men worked on the wells.  They maintained them, guarded them and serviced the industry that provided oil from the fields to the refineries.  My dad was a "switcher".   I'm not sure of the particulars of his job but I do remember that he traveled across the dessert in a jeep or a pickup and did something  to the many wells that dotted the New Mexico landscape.
     The "camp" where we lived consisted of a row of six modest homes, which housed the families of the employees.  Most of my childhood memories centered around the camps and the people who lived there.  We lived in two different camps while I was growing up.  One was south of Eunice, New Mexico and the other was north of the town.  When I reached high school age Gulf Oil got out of the employee housing business, we all bought the homes we lived in and had them moved to a lot in Eunice. Ours still stands on the same lot today.
     In 1944 we moved to our first camp south of Eunice.  I was six years old and just beginning elementary school.  To put the time in perspective, we lived there at the end of World War II and during the time when Roosevelt died.  My mom and dad were Democrats when Democrats were still conservative, so they mourned the President's death like he was a member of their family.  One of Daddy's friends who worked in the oil fields with him was a German man whose mother was in a concentration camp in Germany during the war years.  I don't know why she was there.  Perhaps they were Jewish.  I just remember the man crying as he talked about her.  It left a strong impression on my six year old heart to see a grown man cry about his mom and I would go to bed at night and pray for them and cry when I did.  I've never forgotten his face although I can no longer remember his name.  I don't know what finely happened to his mom.
     We had a barn that Daddy built a distance away from the camp.  Daddy was always a farmer at heart so he kept a pig, some chickens, and a cow at the barn.  I raised rabbits and pigeons to sell.  People in New Mexico ate them and sales were always good.  I sold them for a dollar a piece and I remember one month I deposited sixty dollars into my account.  At that time that was a lot of money for a eight year old kid.
     The families in the camp were our friends and neighbors.  I'll not name them all because I'm sure I'd miss someone, but as a child some of them made distinct impressions on me because they had kids who were my friends.  We visited back and forth between our homes.  We played together, rode our bikes out across the prairies, and played croquet at the camp croquet court till our moms called us in for supper.       
     In the summer when the weather was too hot for us to play outside, Mrs. Sanders would occasionally call us all to her house where there was a big air conditioner in the living room.  There she would read us the children's classics.  We'd spend many hot hours of the afternoons listening to Bambi, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Heidi, The Bobsy Twins, The Secret Garden, just to name a few.
new mexico landscape : Missouri Fox Trotter stands surrounded by New Mexico landscape   Horse is black and wearing a black halter  Stock Photo     There was an old sway backed mare who lived at a nearby ranch.  Occasionally she would come up to the fence around the camp to graze.  When she did one of the kids would yell, "Black Beauty is here!"  We'd all run to the fence to pet her and feed her apples or carrots and climb up onto the fence then onto her back, where we'd take turns riding her while she grazed.  On the back of that trusty steed, our imaginations carried us away.  We would look out across the prairie landscape and see tumbling tumble weeds, cactus and mesquite bushes and imagine being chased by a band of wild Indians or a posse.  To us she was Trigger, Champion and Black Beauty all rolled into one beautiful, majestic, animal.
     One morning one of the Sanders boys, while gathering radishes from his mother's garden, felt a sting on his bare foot.  His toes were protruding just under the plants.  He jerked  back
and when he did there was a rattle snake connected to his foot.  He jumped and shook it off.  The snake slithered away and the boy ran screaming into the house.  Someone administered first aid then took him into town to the E.R.  From that day on, we were not allowed to leave the house without a "snake bite kit" which consisted of a belt, to use as a tourniquet, a small pen knife, for cutting an X over the bite and a small bottle of alcohol to sterilize it with.  We were given careful instructions about how it use it and it became part of our lives.  Thankfully I never had to use it, but I was prepared.
     Later that year another of the Sanders boys found a 22 bullet and decided to stick it into his dad's ciggarette lighter in his pickup. then look at it to see what would happen.  Well it shot him but fortunately just grazed the side of his head.  My dad said it probably wouldn't have penetrated his skull anyway.  I guess the Sanders boys were a constant source of excitement for us all.
      One of my favorite memories of the camp was when one of the neighbors would decide to make homemade ice cream and send the word out through the neighborhood and invite us to bring our bowls and spoons and "come on over".  We all took turns doing this on those hot summer evenings and it was a wonderful time.
      At some point during these years, my mother went to work in the school lunch room.  She then became the alternate "bus driver" for all the kids in camp who missed the bus.  I think some of them did it on purpose because they hated the bus ride.  On those mornings someone would inevitably read us a story while we traveled the 20 miles to school.  Usually it was a fairy tale which was short and interesting.  If there was no fairy tale reader then Mother would turn on the radio and we'd listen to "Don McNiel and the Breakfast Club".  I don't know which I liked more.  They were both fun and made going to school something we looked forward to every morning.
Little girl and boy riding on bicycle together Stock Image     I was a pre-teen when we moved to the second camp, north of Eunice.  I hated leaving my friends in the first camp but quickly made new ones there.  That's where I met the Kemps, the Tates, the Browns and the Hunters.  All of these families had multiple children.  There we ran and played hide and seek and tag on the lawns between our homes till 8:30 or 9:00 p.m. when we all had to go in.  We rode our bikes, explored the prairie, wrote plays and performed them in some one's garage or home.  I was the story teller of the group and sometimes we'd just sit in a circle on the lawn while I spun a tale.  Or we'd challenge each other to "make up a poem" about something or other. 
     Christmas time was always an adventure.  We'd open our gifts at our homes in the morning, then roam the camp, going from house to house to see what our friends got for Christmas.  We'd play the games, try on their new clothes or ride their new bikes.  It was a shared holiday on so many levels.  I was never hungry for Christmas dinner because by the time I got home I was filled to the gills with the neighbor's Christmas goodies.
     We didn't have Televisions in our homes, so in the winter time we listened to the radio.   We had tele without the vision.  The visions took place in our heads as we laid on the floor or a couch or sat cross legged in front of a big mahogany radio and listened to Fibber Maggee and Molly, George and Gracie Allen, Digger O'dell, The Friendly Undertaker, The Jack Benny Show,  The Bob Hope Show, The Green Hornet, The Squeaky Door, Our Miss Brooks,  I'm sure there were a hundred of them of which these are only a few.  They provided hours of entertainment on the cold winter evenings and I looked forward to them and hated missing even one.  We listened until we had to go to bed and sometimes I went to sleep still listening to the music coming from that radio.
     About age sixteen or seventeen, I was allowed to date twice a week on Friday and Saturday nights.  I had to be in the house by eleven and my Mother was very cleaver about it.  As soon as my boyfriend would pull up into the yard at 10:30 and turn his car lights off, our porch light would go on.  Soon Mother would poke her head out the front door and call out to us, "I just made a big banana pudding.  If you kids would like some just come on in and help yourselves." or, "I have a fresh freezer of homemade ice cream in the sink, if you'd like some, come on in."  She always enticed us inside with something because she wisely knew that teenage boys were as driven by their stomachs as any other part of their anatomy.  I probably owed my purity when I married, more to my mother's banana puddings, homemade ice cream, apple pies and prune nut cakes than anything else. 
new mexico landscape : A jack rabbit surveys the horizion above the grass Stock Photo     One of my favorite memories of my childhood was going hunting with my dad.  As I said before, his job took him out across the New Mexico prairies in a jeep or a pickup.  As he drove along on or off a dirt road, he took his twenty-two rifle and sometimes a shotgun.  He was always coming upon jack rabbits, doves, quail or some other edible critter and they often were our supper for the night.  So at age 12 he taught me to shoot a gun.  I got quite good at hitting something with the rifle.  I could hit a jack rabbit on the run from a moving truck.  But I hated the shotgun.  It kicked me and bruised my shoulder and besides I hated shooting doves and quail because they were such beautiful, gentle creatures.  He had trained our cocker spaniel, Charlie, to retrieve the birds and taught me to shoot them in flight, but dove hunting was not my favorite.  This led to his teaching me to drive the pickup so he could hunt.  So by age twelve I could shoot and drive. I remember begging him every year to take me deer hunting with him in northern New Mexico but he wouldn't take me.  He always went with a group of men so it was a man's trip.  I doubt that I could have shot a deer anyway, after being brain washed by Mrs. Sander's stories of Bambi and  The Yearling. Hunting was a wonderful bonding experience with my dad.  Mother said one time that Daddy was very dissapointed when I reached age 14 or 15 and he found out I was a girl!  As a young wife stationed with my Airman husband in Constantina, Spain, I entered a shooting contest on base during the Feria celebration.  In the contest there were G.I's, Spanish guards, me and our commander's wife.  She and I were both from New Mexico.  She came in first and I came in second in the contest.  Our husbands never lived it down.
     Now perhaps this hasn't been one of your favorite blogs, but I felt it was important for people to know how it was being a kid growing up in the West in the '40's and '50's.  When I look back on it I realize how blessed we were to have grown up in The Land of Enchantment!
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Thursday, September 11, 2014

The Diagnosis

"We are in this struggle together.  You have seen  my struggle in the past, and you know that I am still in the midst of it."  Philippians 1:30 

     As I contemplated 9-11 this morning and the war we find ourselves in, I'm almost overwhelmed with the perplexities of it.  It's a very complicated conflict!  This war is not against another nation, although there are nations involved, it's not for the acquisition of land or wealth, although land and wealth are involved and it's not even against an evil empire.  It is simply a war over philosophy, or religion.  It's as if we were all of a sudden fighting the Buddhist, or the Hindus, or the Ku Klux Klan!  It's crazy!
     Now I have to offer a disclaimer right away, so I don't offend anyone.  I know there are Muslims who are not terrorists, who are not out to kill us.  I listen to them on T.V. and have come to admire many of them.  Dr. Jasser is one of the most reasonable, patriots we have in this country today.   It would be like someone looking at the Christian world and equating it all with the KKK, just because they claim Christianity.  For this reason I sympathize with people like Dr. Jasser.  He doesn't want to be identified with the terrorists any more than I want to be lumped in with the KKK  I understand that.  But having offered my disclaimer, I must continue to oppose the thinking of people like the terrorists we are fighting, no matter with whom they align themselves.
     One of the great distractions of this war is that we are now fighting with each other over the semantics of what to call the enemy.  Even the President felt it necessary to offer his disclaimer in his speech last night when he said, "Let's be clear about one thing.  This is not Islam!"  Okay, we get it.  We all know that people can take a body of writing, no matter how "holy" it's believed to be and twist it or select parts of it, to fit their evil desires.  And there are those among us who simply hate Islam.  They, or someone they love, have been offended or hurt by it.  But to be honest there are those among us who hate Christianity for the same reasons.  Evil in the heart of mankind finds a way to hurt and kill no matter what that man calls himself.  But the war we are in is serious.  It is serious because in this case the evil has found a way to concentrate or pool in cells all over the world and it is seeking the destruction of everyone and everything that is not like it.  The word and concept of cancer is a very apt illustration of it.
     So how do we fight cancer in the body?  There are many ways, all which have been effective in different ways and in different bodies.  Some fight it with radiation.  Radiation targets the spot and seeks to kill it at the source.  Some fight it with drug therapy.  Drugs are effective when it has spread to different parts of the body because the drug that seeks to kill it, goes throughout the system.  Some fight it through diet and exercise or a change in their environment that may be causing the cancer.  Some fight it with prayer or the seeking of Divine intervention that will change the source of the evil and defeat it at the heart.  Like I said before, all of these methods have at different times and in different lives been effective.  I'm sure that everyone reading this can point to one of these methods and offer a testimony of how they worked on someone they know.  So knowing this, I don't discount any of them.
     Now, equating this with Islamic Terrorism, shouldn't we be employing the whole package in our fight against it?  I say, send in the Military, (Radiation and Chemotherapy), send in aide workers to parts of the world where the evil is growing, both in or out of our country, (diet and exercise) and send in the missionaries, (prayer and spiritual instruction).
     Because, God has given us the perfect example, cancer and the fight against it, we need to learn from that example, stop fighting with each other over the methods and get on with the war!
This is my, 2 cents!
     Oh and let us not forget the souls who have given their all for the fight.  Today we remember and honor those heroes who have sacrificed to bring this evil to an end.  And in honoring them and watching the ceremonies commemorating 9/11/2002, let's remember that this was the day we received the diagnoses... "You have cancer! You need to take up arms and fight or you're going to die!"   Find your place in the battle and don't walk away from it.

"...for you are fighting the Lord's battles!"  1Samuel 28b

Monday, September 1, 2014

OUR CALL

  "They... of Whom This World Was Not Worthy!" Hebrews 11:38a

"Also, I say to you, whoever confesses Me before men, him the Son of Man will also confess before the angels of God." Luke 12:8a

     As I sat in the pew of my church Sunday morning, worshiping and adoring the Lord Jesus in song, then listening to my very capable, interesting, entertaining Pastor, preach an instructive, faith edifying sermon, surrounded by warm, welcoming, brothers and sisters in Christ, I was happy and comfortable and I left with the glow of a new bride.  Now I know that this introduction is a run on sentence, for all you "grammar Nazi's" out there, but I had to write it like that because it perfectly expressed where I was at that precise moment. And that's important to the story.  Stick with me, you'll understand later.
     I came home, ate lunch and settled down in my recliner for a Sunday afternoon nap.  Then I decided to check in on Facebook before I went to sleep.  There I came across this article:

Photo: NEWS | Iraqi Christian Village: From Sanctuary To Ghost Town In 2 Months

“Believe me, there is nowhere in Iraq that is safe for us.” This is the feeling for tens of thousands of Iraq’s Christians who have been forced from their homes and are now living in desperation just trying to survive. The advances of the militant group ISIS has emptied the Nineveh plain of Christians, forcing them from lands they have occupied for centuries.  Full Story: http://ow.ly/AQ7Ce
NEWS: Iraqi Christian Village: From Sanctuary To Ghost Town in 2 Months!


     I looked at their faces and my heart was touched, so I whispered a prayer for them, reposted the article and went to sleep.
     Then I went back to church last night for a night of singing and fellowship, communion and an ice cream social.  During communion, as I bowed my head and meditated on what the Lord has done for me, these faces edged their way into my mind.  I remembered that father's face, etched deeply with anger and frustration, and that mother's face showing the profound sadness engulfing them.  Then I remembered the kids,... innocent, questioning, insecure.  My heart became extremely heavy and I thought of two scriptures, which I wrote at the beginning of this blog: "Also, I say to you, whoever confesses Me before men, him The Son of Man, will confess before the angels of God." Luke 12:8  Now in my bible that verse is in Red.  That means the words were spoken by Jesus. It suddenly occurred to me that Jesus knows the name of that family and He's shouting it to the "angels of God"!  He's saying something like this, "These are MY people! Look at them, angels!  They could have stayed in their village and converted to Islam, and lived a few more years on the earth.  Instead they are "...wondering over deserts and mountains, hiding in caves and holes in the ground." (Hebrews 11:38b) ...for My Name!"  They are "...too good for this world!" (Hebrews 11:38a)
     I prayed for them again.  This time a sincere, heart felt plea for their safety, their rescue and that their faith would not fail.  Then I realized that this is my "call".  As I sit safely, happily in my pew, fellowshipping with my brothers and sister in the faith, I'm here, not just to absorb it all and leave feeling warm and fuzzy.  But I'm here, in this situation, to be a prayer warrior for these Hebrews 11 Christians.  It doesn't matter what their nationality or even their church affiliation might be.  They ARE my brothers and sisters.  Luke 12:8 is their birth certificate and proof of cutizenship in heaven.  My next prayer was for me and my American brothers and sisters.  It was...

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     I might add, help us to receive with understanding, "our call"!
                                                                           

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

The Looong View

"Wait on the Lord; Be of good courage, And He shall strengthen your heart; Wait, I say, on the Lord!" Psalm 27:14

     Last Sunday my Sunday School class prayed for a young man who had been in a accident on the streets of Chicago.  It's a tragic story.  He is a father and husband, a Christian who is actively engaged in youth work on those mean streets in that violent city.   This once dynamic, intelligent, young, Christian witness is now incapable of recognizing his loved ones.  The temptation to look up to God and ask "why?", is almost overwhelming.
     When we lived in Oklahoma we knew a pastor and his family who had been through four years of college, three years of seminary, and a year and a half of language school to prepare to go to Africa as missionaries.  When they had been on the field for a year, the wife became very ill and they had to come back to the states so she could receive treatment for an ongoing illness.  They never returned to Africa.  Once again the temptation to ask "why?" is strong.
     Then there is the case of the Cowens.  They trained to go to the mission field of Korea and after a short while, he became ill and had to return to the states where his wife nursed him for the rest of his life, never to return to full time Christian work.  "Why?" There it is again... the haunting, faith degrading, word that tends to disturb us and make us question everything that holds us together as Christians.
      Last week I watched a story on television.  The program was "Who Do You Think You Are?"  If you haven't seen it, I recommend it.  The format is, a celebrity goes in front of the cameras and begins a search for their roots.  They go to archives, and other sources and dig up information about their ancestors to find their family history.
     Last week's episode featured a young actress, who was curious about her father's family, because they were so closed about their background.  They never talked about their relatives and when asked, would evade the subject.  She knew the place they had lived, somewhere in Missouri, and she knew the name of her great grandmother, so she started there.  She found right away that this grandmother had been married and had several children, then for some unknown reason had dropped her husband's name and reverted to her maiden name.  As they dug into the history of this family, they discovered a terrible secret.  Her great grandmother had murdered her husband.  The story was, he woke up one morning and told her that she should go fix breakfast for everyone then prepare to die, because before night fall he was going to kill her.  She went and prepared breakfast then returned to the bedroom and found him sleeping, so she killed him with an axe.
     Now as terrible as this story is, the actress didn't stop there.  She kept digging and she was ultimately glad she did.  She discovered that her great grandmother had been convicted and sent to prison.  She was one of two female prisoners in the Missouri State Prison system at the time.  While in prison she gave birth to a daughter.  When the baby was born they allowed her to keep her in her cell, but they wouldn't provide her with any thing for the child.  Nevertheless she was able to keep her alive and someone, we don't know who, got wind of it and began circulating a petition to pardon the mother and daughter.  The people who signed that petition were some of the most prominent people in Missouri at that time.  She was pardoned after two years by the governor of Missouri and set free to raise her family.  Because of her tragic story, the Missouri prison system was reformed and made more humane and many laws were passed to protect helpless, abused women in that state.  Before she left the state the actress was able to visit her great grandmother's grave and honor her.  After many years and the passing of several generations, this mother's vindication and honor was revealed to her family.  They could now look up to her and be proud of her strength and what she accomplished historically.  What they had been ashamed to mention, could now be told with pride.
     It made me think about how often, when we don't see the end of a matter, it rattles us not to be able to make sense of a thing.  To go back to the previous stories, the pastor from Oklahoma who went to Africa, is now the pastor of one of the largest churches in Oklahoma City.  He is one of the most gifted speakers I've ever heard and has a very effective ministry.  The Cowens returned to the states and she became one of the most famous writers of personal devotionals in the modern church.  Her series on the Sovereignty of God, the Streams in the Dessert series, has inspired and encouraged thousands in the faith.
stock photo of endurance  - Marathon running race people competing in fitness and healthy active lifestyle feet on road - JPG      The end of the story of the young man in Chicago has not yet been written but when it is, those of us who are privileged to read it will be blessed.  We'll see the hand of God in the situation and once again proclaim with the Apostle Paul that "All things work together for good, for those who love God...." (Rom. 8:28)  Until then we need to learn to take the long view.  We need to be satisfied to wait upon the Lord.  Hebrews 11:13 says that the heroes of the faith mentioned in that chapter, from Abel to Sarah, "died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth."   They had a far view and were satisfied to leave it with God.  Ultimately their faith paid off.  The work of the Messiah was the culmination of what they were promised, but they didn't live to see it.  We have to have the same long view of God's work on this earth.  We must cling to our assurance of His goodness, no matter how disappointed we are at how things turn out.  Rescue doesn't always come in our time but it will come.  Another verse in Hebrews says, "...let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him, endured the cross,..." Hebrews 12: 1b
     There's an old hymn that my own grandmother used to sing as she worked around the house.  I heard it so often as a child that it has implanted itself into my very soul.  The words to this old hymn  are:

"Father along, we'll know more about it,
Father along, we'll understand why.
Cheer up my brother, live in the Sonshine,
We'll understand it, all by and by."

     Lord, give me the endurance of the saints who have gone before me!

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

A BOY, A BOOK, AND A BATTLE

     Another of Pastor Gehrke's sermons, preached at Butternut Bible Church, on August 4, 1977, and still as relevant today.


Today's text:
   Acts 16:1-5


      As I have again and again, been encouraging you to go deeply into our Lord's blessed Word, I have thought to myself, Oh, the blessings we deny ourselves because we wade where God would have us plunge deeply.  God is not pleased for us to have a shallow, surface knowledge of His Word.  We shall be shocked when we arrive in heaven to discover what God had intended, what great plans He desired, but had to lay aside because we refused to study His Word in depth.  The chief weapon of God the Holy Spirit, is the Word.

     Within the four verses above is the culmination of such a story. I am convinced that a creative student of the Word, could write a book about it.  A story that would challenge the mind of every person today, who calls himself a 
Christian.  It is the story of a boy, a Book, and a great battle.  Let us first set the stage.


     The place is Lystra.  Lystra was a bawdy, brawny, frontier outpost filled with the Roman Guard.  It was in the Province of Lyconia in Asia Miner about 45 miles southeast of Iconium.  It was a GI town... a town where the military was stationed, a good place to live for that reason... it was protected.

     It was a place that attracted fine Greek businessmen along with Jews who were equally adept at making the most of a prosperous community.  The Jews who were there were from the dispersion.  As Jews always did and will do, they, though dispersed, adapt and become prosperous and well to do.  One of the families of wealthy Jews in Lystra had a beautiful daughter named Eunice.

     There were as you know, Greeks present.  Some of the Greeks had been enslaved while others, because of the Roman reward system, had become merchants and free men.  One of the Greek merchants who had done well was a young Greek man, who's eye was caught by the young Jewess, Eunice.


      In all probability it started innocently.  Eunice, was a fine, young, attractive woman who had been raised by a wealthy, progressive Jewish family.  In fact they were such a progressive family that she had been taught to read.  Not only could she read but her mother, Lois was also literate.  That was a very progressive thing in a Jewish household because at that time, it was for a woman to do things around the home, not to learn to read!  So Eunice was more than a typical, nicely dressed, young Jewish woman.  She was cultured enough to catch the eye of a wealthy Greek merchant.


     It is not unusual for prosperity to cause the lowering of standards.  Even in the best of families, this can happen.  It happened in this family.  They probably never meant for it to go as far as it did, but it did and the young Greek man and the godly Jewish girl fell in love.


     I suspect the father of Eunice was dead by this time for I cannot imagine a Jew, who so faithfully taught his family the scripture, would ever have allowed the marriage.  This is strictly speculation.  So I will add to the speculation by saying that it wouldn't surprise me to find that the mother of the family, Lois, saw the request for the hand of her daughter through the eyes of one who needed security for them both.  At any rate the two of them were joined in marriage.


     The marriage would be no problem for the Greek man for he was typically Greek and broad minded.  I can hear Eunice setting before him the conditions prior to their marriage.  "Now you must agree, if we have children, they must be brought up to fear God."  He must have replied, "Oh, don't worry, I myself have a great respect for God."

     He might have forgotten to mention that all gods were the same in his Greek culture.  "We are to be broadminded on the subject, and who am I to say that my god is better than yours?"

     So life began to flow and unfold.  A home was started in Lystra.  The Greek husband's business did well and occupied his attention.  Lois moved in with them and life seemed to be all they had ever dreamed it would be.

  
     There in the corner somewhere or maybe up on a shelf in a lovely vase of this upper class home, was a scroll.  And on that scroll was recorded the very Word of God.  Daily, Lois and Eunice read and studied it together.

     Then one day Eunice realized that she was going to have a baby.  It had to be a time of great excitement to the young Greek father.  All the Greek fathers desired sons... a scholar who could compete and excel in athletics and bring pride and honor to the family name.


     And sure enough, Eunice had a baby boy.  They decided they would name him a Greek name and compromised that his name would mean "Honored of God".  I told you he was a broad minded fellow!

     Immediately it began.  Paul, you remember in 2 Timothy 3:15, reminded Timothy, "that, from a babe (brephos, the smallest kind of a babe, possibly even a fetus) thou hast known the sacred writings which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus."
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     Lois and then Eunice would take turns.  One would hold the young baby and the other would go to that Book, that old book up there in the lovely vase and take it down and unroll it.  And they would read to the baby from the sacred writings.

"In the beginning, God (Ywh, Jehovah God) created heaven and the earth.  And the earth was waste and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep: and the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the deep"

"And God spake all these words, saying, I am Jehovah thy God, who brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage,  Thou shalt have no other gods before me."


     "And when the days of their purification according to the Law of Moses were fulfilled,"... they desired to bring Timothy to the temple to be circumcised.  Eunice approached her Greek husband, knowing that he would not understand.


     "Husband, it is that time."
     "What time is that?"
     "It is that time for me to take him to the temple and have Timothy circumcised."
     "No!  No son of mine shall be subjected to such a foolish and stupid practice.  I will hear no more of this idiotic talk and that is final!"


      That was the beginning, the start of the battle for the mind and soul of Timothy.
   
     Day turned to week, turned to month, turned to year and one day the father came home and looked at the young boy and said, "He is now 6 years old.  It is time to begin his education."  He called a Greek slave/teacher, a man of refinement and letters, but a slave none the less.


     This man would take control of the educational needs of Timothy and all he had to learn.  All the years preceding this time, the reading of that Book, were of no importance to his new teacher.  Now he would be reading to him from other books.  The battle for the mind of Timothy was at full pitch now.  The young boy was taken out of the home and taught the best that money could buy.  He would be taught as well, athletic.  He was going to be living proof that the pride of the Greek father was not just words.  Now there new books brought into the life of Timothy,  the Illyad and Odyssey by Homer for example.

     In these books he would learn that there are many gods.  Gods that were like men, brawny, sensual gods who could run with great speed, and throw with great accuracy and love with great fervor.  They were gods who were bigger than life and they lived on Mount Olympus.  These gods was like the men who worshipped them and were as likely to be drunk and angry as sober and content.

     Then Timothy would come home and Eunice would reach up and get that old Book and would begin to read to him of a holy living God who lived in glorious light, whose radiance was so bright that none could look upon Him.

     Then he would go back to his Greek school and learn of Aristotle's "Golden Mean" which taught that all good lives of men of common sense contain happiness.  What is the good life?  A life of happiness.

     He would also learn what Plato had to teach him, that if a man can discover what is right, he will do it, therefore evil is the result of the lack of knowledge.

     And then he would come home and they would read to him from "That Book", that God was a holy God and He had said:

      Thou salt have no other Gods before Me.
      Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord Thy God in Vain.
      Thou shalt remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.
      Honor thy father and thy mother.
      Thou shalt not kill.
      Thou shalt not commit adultery.
      Thou shalt not steal.
      Thou shalt not bear false witness.
      Thou shalt not covet.

      He would go to his Greek school and hear and read of the great warrior heroes... men who seemed to always succeed for their own sakes.

     And he would come home and they would read from that Book about men who failed miserably, but who's great claim was their repentance and their faith in God, men like, Abraham, Jacob, Saul, David, and Solomon.

     The great battle rages... mother and the Bible, father and the things of his world that would win man's laurels and acclaim.  One old saying of the Greeks said,  "We Greeks do not need a God-Blanket like a woman!" 

     And Timothy looked around and it was obvious that these two worlds did not mesh.  They do not line up for the boy, the Book and the battle.

     In Acts 14 we see that Paul through the pressure of opposition was preaching now in the Province of Lycaonia, having been turned away by the Jews and now is ministering to the Gentiles.  Every where he went the Jews seemed to follow and try to destroy what Paul would accomplish.  That is why he had been forced to flee to Lystra.

     This was the story of when Paul had preached to the people of Lystra and healed a man.  When the people witnessed the healing they tried to worship the disciples, who refused their worship then the Jews stirred up the people against them and they stoned them and Paul and Barnabas barley escaped with their lives.  There's a possibility that in that crowd were Eunice and Lois.  Or maybe they heard the story from other Christian believers in Lystra.  At any rate they became believers and they then told Timothy.  The great battle for the boys mind was won by the Lord Jesus Christ.  He became a believer.

    Now on the second journey of Paul to Lystra, to come back and preach something exciting happened.  They learned that the young convert, Timothy who had been so immersed in the Word of God had been preaching the Word, in "season and out of season".  He was just a young man and some had "despised his youth" but he preached it with authority.  And when Paul came back, the Christians told him that they had a fine preacher in Timothy. And Paul went and heard the young convert and he loved him as a son.  He saw that through the conversion of a child a might victory had been won.


     Spurgeon once returned home and said to a man, "I have been privileged to lead two and a half people to the Lord today." The man said, "Oh, two men and a child?"  "No." Came the reply.  "Two children and a man."

     We need to teach our children to be  Mastered by this Book, not to just master the book.

   Too many people have this turned around.  They win the battle for emotions or even service at different times in their lives but they don't win the battle for their minds.

     When was the last time you shared with your children, the importance of the Word in your own life?  And for you fathers who think, "Oh, that is woman's work."  Is it really?  That was Timothy's father's attitude and we don't read of anything significant in his life except that he was a Greek.

     He was a Greek.  That was God's way of saying, "He really didn't care or believe anything.  He was a Greek.

     And like Timothy's father, so often parents today don't realize how great a struggle is going on for the minds of our children.  We see them busy in this or at, not causing any problems to us or others, faithful to church and we equate that with a committed mind set.  Don't misread your son!  "He'll get his religion later", or "He goes to Sunday School."  You are in a battle and it is in earnest and if you don't realize this every day, you are losing it by default.

     Or maybe the battle for your mind has not yet been won.  Do you just accept your faith because of your emotions or is your mind and heart committed to Christianity?

    We send our children off to secular schools where a secularized teacher pumps their minds full of the world's humanism for most of their day and we don't even know what's happening to them.  We're like the frog being boiled in water. Before he even knows it he's asleep, then before he knows it he's cooked! Satan turns them to humanism from God's grace.  We come to God's Word with our cookie cutter minds and God can't even speak from His Word because we think it is up to us to approve or disapprove what He says to us.  That is the essence of Humanism!

     I don't wonder your are a stubborn man and proud of it.
     I don't wonder that you are a proud, stubborn woman.
     I don't wonder that your children are very understandably walking down the same path you are.

     Eunice and Lois believed that old Book and devoted their lives to studying and reading it and teaching it to their children and because of that, not only by their persistence, but by example, they were able to produce a son who could stand in the face of all the pressures and diversions that Satan and the world would throw at him.

     So, how do we raise a Timothy in such a world as ours?  We raise him by the Book, day after day until the battle for his mind is won!

    

    

    


    




          

                  

Monday, August 4, 2014

"Onward Christian Soldier!"


     Yesterday our pastor preached on Matthew 14:1-12 and used this passage to address the dilemma of suffering and pain in the Christian life.  This is the perfect place to deal with that subject, because it is where we find the story of the beheading of John the Baptist.  It is the story of an unjust end to a faithful servant of God, who was guilty only of preaching the truth!  Not only was his execution unjust, but the executioner was a vile, wicked man, motivated by an evil woman and her sensual daughter.  Everything about the story seems unjust and upside down.  In short, as Pastor said, the whole situation stinks!
     As Christians it leaves us with and unsettled feeling.  It raises questions that we can't answer for ourselves, much less for others.  We just want to look heavenward and ask, "What's up with that, God?  Where is the champion on the white horse?"
     Pastor did a really good job of exposition of this passage and I can't add to that, but it prompted in me a whole world of introspection.  He pointed out at the end of the sermon how "James got the sword while Peter got rescued!"  This spurred me on to think that yes, I have had friends who prayed and were cured of cancer and others who prayed just as fervently and died of the same disease.  I knew of one couple who suffered through the darkest persecution you can imagine and prayed for deliverance daily.They claimed the promises of God from the Psalms, daily, for God to rescue them.  They were defeated by unjust men, in the end.  They very nearly lost their faith.  They both went for years unable to read the bible and believe it.  And in the end it destroyed their relationship with each other and they were divorced.  I'm happy to report that a faithful God kept their faith from failing completely, and they both serve him faithfully today.  But they paid a terrible price.
     So what are we to think, in the face of suffering, when God doesn't seem to be coming through for us?  How are we to process this as we sing about our God who is "Mighty to save!"  Do we join the crowd at the foot of the cross, shaking our fists at Jesus and shouting, "He saved others, Himself He cannot save.  Where is His God now?"
     As I revisited the subject in my own mind, yesterday during Pastor's sermon, I remembered how I had in the past, answered the question for myself.  I remembered how I had observed, when counseling other suffering Christians, how surprised they seemed to be by their situation. They always seemed to ask, "Am I in sin?  Haven't I been serving the Lord?  Have I done something wrong?"  The bottom line question was, "Why is this happening to me?"
     When I thought about this, I remembered thinking, "This person doesn't realize that we are in a War!  One of Pastor's points was that God told us this would happen. In 2 Timothy 2, we have a complete discussion about the Christian and persecution and the suffering of the saints and a promise that it will come.  The early church who suffered the most terrible things because of their faith, were taught to expect persecution and suffering. 
     So why are so many Christians today, shocked and surprised when it touches their lives?  I reiterate... they don't understand that they are in a War!  
Eden...God's perfect world
     To explain this radical sounding statement further, we have to begin at the beginning.  God made a perfect world, then man sinned and everything fell apart.  God stepped in and promised He would send a Savior to redeem mankind and the earth He had given man to occupy.  And although the redemption of the soul of man comes immediately, it is not complete until the end.  In the meantime, according to 2 Timothy 2 we are "soldiers" engaged in spiritual warfare, for the souls of men and women, with a very powerful enemy... Satan,... the devil himself!
      Just as in physical warfare, there will be casualties.  God did make a perfect world, but when man fell, so did his world, not only did weeds, thorns and thistles grow, but so did disease, and evil in the heart of man.  This is the world we live in.  Now some people are willing to accept this truth, but unwilling to accept the truth that once in a while, God breaks into His creation to intervene and rescue man.  The reason He does this, according to my pastor, is to show us He can!  These kinds of "rescues" serve to spread His truth and His power and He uses us, His soldiers, to accomplish this.  Listen to 2 Timothy 2:9 where the Apostle Paul said, "And because I preach this Good News, I am suffering and have been chained like a criminal.  But the word of God cannot be chained."  Paul understood the war and his weapons, and his part in it.  Listen to him in Ephesians 6:11 "Put on all of God's armor so that you will be able to stand firm against all strategies of the devil."  Once again, he saw the war!  
     Still others go to the opposite extreme and expect God to make them supremely happy, cure all their ills and keep them from all pain and suffering.  Never mind that Jesus died on a cross and all the apostles except John, died a martyr's deaths. Then we have the promise of God that "All those who live godly in Christ Jesus, will suffer..."   We must reject both extremes. 
Jesus calls His disciples
     When something bad happens, remind yourself of this.  We are fighting a war!  No person wants war.  That would be irrational.  My grandson came back a year ago from Afghanistan.  He knows the face of war and it's ugly.  No parent wants their young men and women to see the things and have to do the things, that war demands.  But to insure freedom, sometimes you have to fight.  That's what God has called us to do.  When we come to Christ, we enlist in His army.
     In the meantime, my pastor said, "Do what's right and trust the rest to God!"  Don't expect justice.  Expect instead, mercy and grace from God, to handle injustice.  And be blessed and surprised, like the maiden who greeted Peter at the gate, when God steps into our time and space to rescue us! And on the way sing this song to each other: 




I Will Rise by Chris Tomlin


There's a peace I've come to know 
Though my heart and flesh may fail 
There's an anchor for my soul 
I can say "It is well" 

Jesus has overcome 
And the grave is overwhelmed 
The victory is won 
He is risen from the dead 

[Chorus:] 
And I will rise when He calls my name 
No more sorrow, no more pain 
I will rise on eagles' wings 
Before my God fall on my knees 
And rise 
I will rise 

There's a day that's drawing near 
When this darkness breaks to light 
And the shadows disappear 
And my faith shall be my eyes 

Jesus has overcome 
And the grave is overwhelmed 
The victory is won 
He is risen from the dead 

[Chorus:] 
And I will rise when He calls my name 
No more sorrow, no more pain 
I will rise on eagles' wings 
Before my God fall on my knees 
And rise 
I will rise 

And I hear the voice of many angels sing, 

"Worthy is the Lamb" 
And I hear the cry of every longing heart, 
"Worthy is the Lamb" 
[x2]

[Chorus:] 
And I will rise when He calls my name 
No more sorrow, no more pain 
I will rise on eagles' wings 
Before my God fall on my knees 
And rise 
I will rise