Today I have been reminded of the old Christmas song that says but hate is strong and mocks the song of peace on Earth Goodwill to men. Then rang the bells more loud and deep, God is not dead nor does he sleep. The wrong shall fail, the right prevail. With peace on Earth, Goodwill to men.
When you are hated openly for being a Christian on the same sites that promote everything else, from witchcraft to pride parades, you can’t help but wonder. Why just me? I will go out and see these people and they will ve nice to my face but they show their true colors when hidden behind a laptop. The thing is, they hate your light because it shines on their darkness and these people cannot handle that. They are promoting bills that will make public Christianity illegal and instead of being fired for public religous discrimination, they are patted on the back. It is easy to see this and feel hurt and abandoned. But the Bible speaks constantly about not letting yourself get down when you see those who have declared themselves your enemies prosper. If you were a Christian who never felt hate and who never saw cruelty simply due to the fact that you were a Christian, then you wouldn’t be living as a proper Christian. It hurts. It makes us angry. Yet God told us these days would come and these things would happen. He also told us to keep on the Narrow Path and to fight to win the race, to keep the faith, and someday we would see right prevail and wrong fail. Hate maybe strong but God is always stronger. God is not dead and he does not sleep he will save us.
Category: encouragement
Dear Fathers
Dear Fathers.
Recall in the horse and his boy by CS Lewis? All the things that saved Shasta in the end, Aslan (the Jesus figure) says. Those were me.
The cat who protected you from the jackals in the desert by the tombs. The Lion who scared you away from the cliff edge. And the Lion who gave you strength of fear to run the last few miles. And the lion you do not recall, who pushed the boat to shore when you were a baby. That was always me. – Paraphrased
This makes me think of a story of Papa. When I got my first horse at 13 years old, I thought I knew everything. Papa knew an awful lot about horses and was constantly trying to help with him but you know it teenagers are like. In an old video I found of when I first had River and was saddling him, you see me put on all of his tack and then you say papa very quietly step up behind me and tighten the saddle. I never knew that he had done it until I saw the video. We don’t always see the things you do for us dad’s, but we will see it if they ever stop, because we have taken for granted a lot of your protection and your caring. Sometimes we don’t thank you for the times we woke you up a quarter to 1:00 because we had heard a big noise in the house. Sometimes we don’t thank you for taking time out of your meetings to help us figure out how to multiply decimals. Sometimes we don’t thank you for the days off work you took to take our pets to the vet’s appointments. Sometimes we don’t think to thank you for all those Christmases you lifted us up so we could put the star on top of the tree, a spot we could have never reached without your shoulders. Like our fathers quietly and constantly protecting us and caring for us we don’t always notice that God is. He’s always there protecting us guiding us comforting us and we don’t always notice and we don’t always remember to thank him but we should remember to thank him.
God is called our good Father because that who He is. He loves us enough to direct and discipline, but He also loves us enough to protect us at all cost. It takes a strong man to be the imitation of God as Father within the home.
Rise up men, daddy’s of courage, strength and Valor! We need you! And if we haven’t said it yet. We love you, thank you for all you do.
A whale of a time
Jonah 2:4, 7-10 NIV
[4] I said, ‘I have been banished from your sight; yet I will look again toward your holy temple.’
[7] “When my life was ebbing away, I remembered you, Lord, and my prayer rose to you, to your holy temple. [8] “Those who cling to worthless idols turn away from God’s love for them. [9] But I, with shouts of grateful praise, will sacrifice to you. What I have vowed I will make good. I will say, ‘Salvation comes from the Lord.’ ” [10] And the Lord commanded the fish, and it vomited Jonah onto dry land.
Okay. I know we all have read Jonah probably several times over. But tonight I read it and learned something new.
Jonah said that he felt God had banished him from his sight because he had run away. He thought he had gone so far that God had actually turned His back on him. Don’t miss this. His answer to that feeling was to pray. He called out to God. Even though he though God had cast him from His sight, Jonah’s answer we to pray. What faith!
Here’s the best part. When Jonah prayed, God answered. He heard Jonah and listened even though it had take a storm and a giant fish to get Jonah to pay attention to Him, as soon as Jonah turned his heart to God, God responded.
It doesn’t matter how far you feel, it doesn’t matter what you’ve done. God will listen when you repent. He is not angry with you. Even if you’ve made it so He has to put you into the belly of a whale, God is still with you. He hears you. He loves you. All you have to do is call out to Him.
No turning back part 1
I have decided to follow Jesus, no turning back, no turning back. I do not believe that once you say I’ve decided to belong to Jesus you can then just go off and live however you please and when you face God at the bema seat you will be as saved as you were the first day you confessed it. Once you’ve made a choice to follow Jesus your life has to change. We love that whole God loves you where you are statement. And He Does. But he also loves you too much to leave you where you are. If you remain the sinful, worldly person you were when you first accepted Jesus, then you have not truly accepted Jesus because when you accept Him He changes you. We have tried to make God soft and panda like. Rolls with the flow and doesn’t care. But God loves you 💯. He did not die so you could stay the old man. He died so you could be changed.
The stupidest thing I have heard recently was a person who claimed that now that they had accepted Jesus he no longer saw their sin. That now that they had accepted him they could live however they please and the blood of Jesus blinded him to their sin and it was not sin in his eyes anymore. There is nothing more ridiculous on the planet than that. You think Jesus can’t see your sins? You think he doesn’t see what you’re doing? If you give your life to Jesus then you are going to change to live for him. Does that mean we’ll never sin again? No of course not. But it means that like Paul said I beat myself daily. Does that mean that Paul stood there and took a bull whip and flogged himself physically daily? No. It means that daily Paul beat down his sins, he rejected them he prayed against them and he fought them all to serve the savior he had learned how to love. Just because there was blood over the door of the house did not mean that Jesus didn’t know who was in that house. When the spirit of God swept through Egypt and killed off the first born child, he didn’t simply look at the blood on the door and go oh well I don’t know who lives there but there’s the blood on the door so that’s all good. He saw the blood on the door and left the house alone but he knew fully who was inside and what kind of people they were. Jesus forgives our sins. But we have to be repented, we can’t just stand there and go about our lives sinning and go oh well I belong to Jesus now I raised my hand one day in church so I can do whatever I please. Today at my church we’ve had a baptism. And baptism is the public Declaration of a person who does decided to follow Jesus. A person who stands there now and says I wash away my sins I Repent of the person I was and I reject the person I would be without him, and now I will live according to God’s word. Being baptized is kind of like being knighted. You watched the other Knights in their flowing robes and shining, dented armor amd wanted to join them. Now you have gone through part of your training and have been knighted by the King. Now the real work begins.
A mother’s impact
A mother’s impact
Exodus 2:1-3 NIV
[1] Now a man of the tribe of Levi married a Levite woman, [2] and she became pregnant and gave birth to a son. When she saw that he was a fine child, she hid him for three months. [3] But when she could hide him no longer, she got a papyrus basket for him and coated it with tar and pitch. Then she placed the child in it and put it among the reeds along the bank of the Nile.
Moses’s mom doesn’t get enough credit. She hid her baby. She could have been killed.
She trusted God enough to put the baby in a river and know God would take care of him. She even dared to go and care for him in the house of the man who wanted him dead because God had delivered Moses to the one woman who could save him, Pharaoh’s daughter.
Exodus 2:5-6 NIV
[5] Then Pharaoh’s daughter went down to the Nile to bathe, and her attendants were walking along the riverbank. She saw the basket among the reeds and sent her female slave to get it. [6] She opened it and saw the baby. He was crying, and she felt sorry for him. “This is one of the Hebrew babies,” she said.
We think because she was Pharoah’s she was safe taking the baby in, but she could have been in deep trouble for taking the baby.
Exodus 2:7-10 NIV
[7] Then his sister asked Pharaoh’s daughter, “Shall I go and get one of the Hebrew women to nurse the baby for you?” [8] “Yes, go,” she answered. So the girl went and got the baby’s mother. [9] Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, “Take this baby and nurse him for me, and I will pay you.” So the woman took the baby and nursed him. [10] When the child grew older, she took him to Pharaoh’s daughter and he became her son. She named him Moses, saying, “I drew him out of the water.”
God used the courage of a baby’s mother to begin one of the greatest stories in the Bible. She never saw her baby deliver her people out of slavery. She never saw the pillar of fire of cloud. She never saw the red sea parted. She never set foot in the promised land. But she had a baby and he was hers. She loved him enough to risk everything to keep him safe, and she trusted God enough to keep that baby dry and protected in a basket in the river as he floated toward the next woman who would be used by God to help him get to where he needed to be so he could say to Pharaoh, “let my people go!”
We all get to leave an impact on the lives of the people around us, but what kind of an impact will we leave? Will we be Anna’s or Debra’s or Hannah’s or Anna’s will we be the mother of Moses? Will we be Pharaoh’s daughter? Or will we turn it all aside and be selfish and think of no one else? What impact will you leave? What Memories will your children have of you? Will you be the supporting power that through prayer and faith in God you have the ability to stand behind your kids and say I love you no matter what. Will your memories be what keep them going? We need you strong mother’s. Brave women of Valor. We need you to stand and when you can’t stand fall in the arms of the Savior. He will support you.
The Holy Spirit
The Holy Spirit.
I once heard a famous evangelist say, “you can’t fully know God and not have the Holy Spirit.”
That was the most accurate thing I had heard in a long time.
Many Christians of different denominations will accept God the Father and God the Son (Jesus) but shrink from the Holy Spirit, denying Him completely.
God is three in one. Not two.
You need the Holy Spirit to understand God’s word. We need Him to help us walk in line with God.
John 14:15-18, 25-26 NIV
[15] “If you love me, keep my commands. [16] And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another advocate to help you and be with you forever— [17] the Spirit of truth. The world cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for he lives with you and will be in you. [18] I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.
[25] “All this I have spoken while still with you. [26] But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you.
The Holy Spirit is our gift. He is our helper. Jesus sent Him to us after He ascended so we would not be alone.
Some want to say that the Holy Spirit was for a time but is gone. Those same people want to claim that people do not speak in tongues but that those who do are pretending. They say that because they have never opened themselves up to the Holy Spirit and have never been able to speak in the language of Heaven, because they can’t they say no one really can. These same people claim that God no longer does miracle healing and no longer speaks to people. This is not true! I’m not very old and I have seen the Holy Spirit descend on a building. I have seen miracle healings. I have heard God speak. If you are open to Him and His presence you will see this happen too.
Some say, “I have sought God and wished to speak through the Holy Spirit but it never happened to me.”
This makes me think of Nikki Cruz. In his book he covers the time when he wanted to speak in tongues for the first time because He wanted that closeness, that sweetness of the Holy Spirit. He knelt at the alter day after day until the chapel closed and nothing happened. Eventually he decided that God didn’t want Him and that was why the Holy Spirit did not descend. He was going to give up school, give up trying to become a minister, go home to the slums in New York. But every time he tried to leave something got in the way and made it so he couldn’t. Very physical things. He couldn’t get the money for bus fare. He made up lies so that people would try and help him get back to the city but in the end they turned around and started benefiting the things he was lying about. For instance he said that he desperately needed to go home because a relative was ill and needed money and he needed to go to work. But instead of sending him the money he needed to get home the people he wrote to send the money they thought is relative needed to the relative. Just odd things like that making it so he couldn’t leave. Then finally he decided he was just going to hitchhike. So he got all his gear ready and was going to sneak out the window and off the campus in the middle of the night. But then one of his friends who was speaking at a nearby Church came and invited him to go to the service with him. Nikki was annoyed because the friend wouldn’t take no for an answer. That night there was an altar call for the receiving of the Holy Spirit. That night the Holy Spirit descended on Nikki and 2 hours later Nikki was still there on his knees at the altar. When his friend came to get him to go home Nikki said no just leave me here this is perfect this is all I want. The friend had to take him home though because the church building was closing and locking up for the night. But Nikki was so filled with the spirit that he went to his dorm room he opened up all his windows and he praised God until people threw pillows at him and told him to go to sleep. God wanted Nikki to seek him hard before he would answer. Some of us need that that throwing away of ourselves to find Jesus. Sometimes a simple service isn’t enough sometimes God wants us to seek after him everyday begging for the same thing because he needs us to be broken before him so he can pour into us and that is so scary and so wonderful all at the same time.
Acts 2:38 NIV
[38] Peter replied, “Repent and be baptized, every one of you, in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins. And you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.
Even if God has not given you a language yet, you still have the Holy Spirit near to you and accessible
God always keeps His promises
God always keeps His promises.
Genesis 8:6-12 NIV
[6] After forty days Noah opened a window he had made in the ark [7] and sent out a raven, and it kept flying back and forth until the water had dried up from the earth. [8] Then he sent out a dove to see if the water had receded from the surface of the ground. [9] But the dove could find nowhere to perch because there was water over all the surface of the earth; so it returned to Noah in the ark. He reached out his hand and took the dove and brought it back to himself in the ark. [10] He waited seven more days and again sent out the dove from the ark. [11] When the dove returned to him in the evening, there in its beak was a freshly plucked olive leaf! Then Noah knew that the water had receded from the earth. [12] He waited seven more days and sent the dove out again, but this time it did not return to him.
I love ravens. I love ravens because of my friend ravens who live in our yard and I love them because of the raven on the ark. No one ever remembers the raven. We all like to smile and think of the dove. The dove is lovely and soft and small. The dove brought back the branch to Noah. Everyone remembers the dove.
But what about the raven? Ravens are big and black and people call them omens of bad luck and accuse them of making terrible screeching. But really, ravens are blue and black and purple. They don’t mean bad or good luck. They make many sounds, some are very beautiful, and they will talk with you if you speak to them. They follow people the like. And as Phallen (my dog) found out, they will chase those they don’t appreciate. Most importantly, a raven was the first bird sent out from the ark. But because it was not time yet, it did not find anything. Due to that, it is forgotten. (Also recalling that the dove took several tries before it found land)
When we have been waiting a really long time for something amazing to happen, something God has promised and it keeps not happening, we lose hope. We eventually give up and move on and leave our dream behind us. We forget the raven. We chase doves that fly around with answers in their beaks and never remember the raven again. Until one day. The raven found nothing to bring back because it wasn’t time. But eventually he too got to fly over green fields and feed on olive trees. God will bring us to shore. If He has promised it, then it will come to pass. We just have to wait on His timing. The dove’s time came sooner than the raven’s, but the raven’s time was on its way. He just had to be patient. So do we.
Trusting God is hard. Especially when all you see around you is water, but His promises are true. And then, a rainbow.
Genesis 9:13, 15-16 NIV
[13] I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.
[15] I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life. [16] Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind on the earth.”
The rainbow has lost it’s meaning in society. But you will often find a rainbow in the church. On a wall in the Sunday school usually. Why? Because the story of Noah is amazing and a favorite for many. More importantly it’s because the rainbow was and is the sign of God’s judgement followed by His grace. He destroyed the earth because of its sin. But He would not destroy it completely because He still had one man who served Him with all His heart. Rainbows in the skies show God’s promises are true.
They always have been.
So when things are dark. Turn on your headlamp and follow Jesus.
When the answers seem impossible, keep marching and blow your horn!
When the water swells around you and the raven is still flying back and forth finding nothing, wait for your ark to hit land.
When you doubt because of the storm, look for the Rainbows because God keeps His promises. Trust Him.
His LOVE is mightier than the waves
Psalms 93:4
Even mightier than the waves of the sea is His love for you.
Have you ever been there? Seen it? A winter ocean storm. Not to be confused with a summer storm which is nothing compared with winter, not where we go in BC at least.
Growing up I loved winter. Winter meant Christmas, snow, sledding, skating, and best of all, big wave season.
I would have on a full dry suit with gloves and hood and I looked like a little purple, red, blue stripes on black back drop navy seal. I would take my board and be in that water until I couldn’t feel the sand when I returned because I was too cold. That was wonderful, but better still were the storms. Bundled by a fire in the all season gazebo, hot chocolate in hand, honey cake close by and just watch as the ocean showed its wild side. It would grab full trees and yank them into it. It would score and scar the sand and destroy rocks. Hail was nothing compared to being pelted by spray off of the waves during a winter ocean storm. Your skin would have red dots from the barage of tiny H2O bullets even from a fair distance away. In those moments watching the ocean rage I truly thought no element on earth could ever match its power.
Yet here in Psalms David is saying that God’s (not wrath) love is mightier than the ocean.
An ocean that can decimate a city, rush rock, sink big ships, drag trees into its depth, my God loves me in such a powerful love that it is greater than that. Maybe the artist who said God’s love is like hurricane and I am a tree wasn’t so far off base as we tend to think.
Even in the darkness, He is more than enough
Psalms 23:4 NIV
[4] Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
Has anyone here ever been caving?
Caving is so much fun! If you are not afraid of the dark.
We imagine caving as we see it in movies. Big open spaces with luminescent moss and rocks. It’s usually not like that though. Every time I have been caving except one the caves were small and tight and there were the longest insects you have ever seen in your life on the ceiling, and it was dark, very dark.
I was in one cave once that was so small you could not turn around. Once you started you had to continue until the end or else stay there forever.
Life is like a cave. Once you are born there is no going back. In the beginning you often have more good days then dark days, you’re a child in a child’s world, every pony was once a unicorn, every speck of dust a faery, then you begin to grow up and the cave gets darker. You start to see bits of this world that you would rather not. It can seem like the older you get the more dark you see. Bad times and hard days come and you wonder if it’s possible to turn around. But it’s not.
The most important thing you carry when caving is your flashlight. Or headlamp in most cases.
You know where this is going.
Jesus is our headlamp. When the doctor wants you for more tests. When the news seems like it can’t get bleaker. When you lose your job. Your family is hurting. You feel lost. Don’t forget your headlamp.
Those without Jesus will fall and get going down the wrong tunnel because they have no light. Those with Jesus will find their way to the end. You have to remember to turn on your headlamp.
Sometimes you are going through a bad time and you know you are going to have to fight, and you call out to God and He tells you to March and sing. One loop around a wall and then blow a trumpet and you think, ‘this is nuts.’ But you do it. And nothing happens. Then the next day God calls you to do it again. So you do it again. You do it for six days! Then day seven comes.
Lose your life to save it? Isn’t that backwards?
Luke 17:33 NIV
[33] Whoever tries to keep their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life will preserve it.
Often what Jesus said feels backwards. Death is gain, to lose your life will save it. It all sounds backwards. But that’s because Jesus spoke from the lense of Heaven, where we see everything through this world. It’s funny to think of other cultures sometimes. There are so many things our culture does that a different cultures wouldn’t understand and vise versa. It makes me think of when I was in school and one of my friends was from a different country. When I was kid, giving your friend a friendly pat on the arm was a form affection. If you weren’t friends it wasn’t, but I was used to a friend walking up and giving me a pat on the shoulder or arm, it was just a thing you did. Replaced rather soon by the high five and then the fist bump.
I recall a day when I gave my friend a gentle pat on the shoulder when I said ‘hi’ and passed her in the hall. In no time at all I found myself face to face with a teacher and my friend who was crying. I was very confused. My teacher got mad at me for hitting her. I was horrified and couldn’t figure out why my friend had made up this lie. Then it came around to that morning when I had patted her on the shoulder as I walked past and said good morning. It was not something they did where she was from. It was culturally inappropriate in her original country and seen as an act of violence.
I repeat. We all did this. It was a friendly gesture. But not in her country. She was new to our land. She didn’t understand our ways. And if I’m being honest, this particular friend never did understand our ways and we all who spent time with her had to walk on eggs shells so we didn’t accidentally do something that was not okay where she was from. That made life a bit complicated. She very soon only had myself and one other who would still be with her at lunch because she would run to the teacher about everything and anything we did. I consider that it wasn’t simply cultural but perhaps just her personality, but I’m getting off topic.
We see everything through the lense of this world, this place we live and been raised in. But God sees everything through His world. Heaven. He also sees this world the way it was supposed to be and the way it is now thanks to our sinful ways. Because God speaks in a way that is different from the way we expect things to be, we easily get confused or angry. Many rear up at the Mark 8:[35] For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me and for the gospel will save it. Statement. Why? Because to our culture it makes no sense. We are a self love, self serve society, being told to do anything for anyone else is heresy to us. Then we become offended and run to the teacher saying we’ve been hurt. But God is speaking from right perspective. His. If we die to ourselves and lose our lives to serve Him better to push His word further forward, then we are living correctly. Because if we live only for Jesus we will find ourselves more satisfied then if we live to serve us. It seems backwards. But that’s because we are still learning how to live as citizens of Heaven and not of thos world any longer.
Carried in the cross 