Apples of Gold

It was one of those ‘little things’ that aligned my focus and encouraged my heart greatly today.

Awakened and dressed early, I sat on the front porch for the comfort it afforded me by way of the warm sun, the singing birds and the smell of springtime. Still, the Evil One tugged at my mind to allow discouragement to rule the day: ‘Yes, it feels good to be among God’s living, earthly and wonderful creation. But what about all those concerns you wrestled with last night?  Ho-hum – “the whole world lies in the sway of the wicked one” (I John 5:19).  I am of this now-fallen world and my Christian testimony seems to be of no real value to anyone. What to do? Where to go from here?’  My mental mode was once again tilting toward the verge of what Solomon declared, “All is vanity” (Ecclesiastes 1:2).

Then ‘IT’ happened.  The young mailman reached our mail to me, as we exchanged our rote greetings. “How are you?” I spat it out in a numb manner. His response was “I am wonderful!”  “‘This is the day which the Lord hath made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.’ I’m great!” I was a bit stunned and momentarily speechless, as I gazed on a pleasant, smiling and hopeful face. He proceeded in his brisk trek of deliveries toward the sidewalk again, still smiling. I managed an audible but insufficient “Bless you” to his back. His friendly response, glancing back, “You have a great day!”

It was one of those insignificant significants. It was better than the golden sunbeams of the morning. It was as soothing balm to an irritated heart. It was an invaluable gift from God to me. Those words might have seemed a small gesture to him – words that would (for all he knew) fall on indifferent ears. But they fell instead as a waterfall on parched earth. I was slow to let it soak in for the drought of my own heart. An insignificant event to some, but a very significant refreshment and spiritual nourishment to me. But it did sink in, giving me sustenance.

Besides the blessing of encouragement, this spontaneous quotation of Scripture deeply assured me of God’s constant awareness of our present state of mind. He knew I needed those very words and a rejoicing messenger to speak them. I was also reminded of how none of us can fully know the heart of those nearest to us and much less the hearts of those whom we see only from a distance. Who knew that my mail carrier loves the same God I love and was presently overflowing with praise in his heart to his God?  “THIS IS THE DAY THE LORD HAS MADE. LET US REJOICE AND BE GLAD IN IT” (Psalm 118:24).

Praise God for the youthful Christians, the babes in Christ (regardless of physical age) and all the others who don’t allow the cares of this life to dim their view of the majesty and love of God.

“And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment” (Philippians 1:9; see similarity at I Thessalonians 2:11-13). These passages, written by the same Apostle to two separate peoples seem to sum up his desire for those to whom he ministered regarding the outward workings of their faith. He longed for their presence with fatherly, protective love. He longed for their expedient and out-reaching love for each other. He longed that they would have unashamed faces when they stand before their Creator and Judge on the last day.

“By this shall all men know that you are my disciples – if you have love one to another” (John 13:35). This is the hallmark of a Christian – a holy, active love for each other. How do we express this love for each other? How do we truly love our God?  In deed and in truth – not with words only but also with action. Combining words and actions as an expression of love for God and others is the ultimate expression of faith and worship.

One of our most common failures as believers is not “speaking the truth in love” (Ephesians 4:15) – especially the truths of Scripture so that others will hear and be encouraged. We edify and strengthen each other when we do.  We hold forth a light for those who sit in darkness when we do so (see Luke 1:79).

To hide the beautiful treasures of truth given to us by God is shameful and harmful both to others and to ourselves.  Men do not light a lamp to place it under a basket, but on a lampstand… (Matthew 5:15).  Countless people suffer today because those around them do not open their mouths to speak the good they know. The world quickly becomes a dreary place with weary people when truth is so well hidden and joy is silenced. If “he who has ears” should hear, then he who has a voice should speak the truth – the praises and testimonies of Holy Scripture.

“A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold…” (Proverbs 25:11)

We never know who needs to hear what God has spoken to us today through his Word as individuals. If we have good words in our hearts, words of praise, encouragement, instruction, or perhaps even of love-inspired rebuke, let us not keep silent.  Should the rocks cry out because the living keep silent (cf. Luke 19:40)?  No. God has ordained that we encourage one other!

Ours is not to question why ~ But to heed the words to Philippi   J …

The New Testament book Philippians has a theme of Christian joy and of our union with Christ and each other. Let us read and study this book for words of truth to share with fellow Christians and (if God be willing to bless us so) to light a candle (or even a bonfire) for the masses who sit and wander in darkness. ~ DLA

The Key of Promise

At last waves of warmth and tinges of light – light with prism colors. Long have been the cold and dark days. We have survived the ‘Dungeon of Despair’ days and now, so thankfully, we have remembered forgotten promises. The believed promises (all together) are the key to unlock all the locks that keep us ‘bound in the shallows and miseries.’ How do we come to these places of bleak and sorrowful perspective? Well, although we are Christians, we are yet human and prone to such maladies. ‘All is yellow to the jaundiced eye…’  All is blurred to impaired vision. All is sad to the brokenhearted. Whether we come to such dungeons through sin, physical weariness, bereavement, regret, fear, doubt, varied combinations of these or an endless list of other causes, the result is the same – spiritual depression. Even vague familiarity with the Psalms tells us that we are not the only rueful-faced Christians in Vanity Fair or its suburbs. But there is always hope (a true Christian’s faithful companion) because we always have the sure promises of God – but sometimes we all but forget them. Even a waning hope encourages us to not resign to despair.  

Paul reminds – even commands – us to rejoice in the Lord always (Philippians 4:4). Before we scold Paul (the beaten, stoned, left for dead, imprisoned Paul) we need to understand what he was telling us to do as a safeguard for our own good (Philippians 3:1). To rejoice in the Lord is not the same as rejoicing in our present circumstances. To rejoice in the Lord is to rejoice in Him – who He is and what He is:  His wisdom, His control, His power… On the worst day of our worst season, as Christians we always have the voice of His Spirit reminding us of HIM – the faithful, merciful, and gracious God who never changes. This awareness is our bedrock foundation when earthquakes and black tornadoes seem to be the norm.

 “God is our refuge, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change and though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea…Be still and know that I am God…” (from Psalm 46)

But to remember that there is a key within our clothing does us no good unless we act to use it. We must believe the promises and force ourselves to act and then rest upon them. It is not enough to just know what you know and then resolve to wait out our allotted time of difficulties on a raft woven of sloth and sadness, kept afloat by that resolve alone. Our feelings (whether painful or joyful) are secondary to what God has made known to us. Feelings come and go – they can change with the wind – but God never changes. His promise to never leave nor forsake us is never at question. He has loved us with an everlasting love and has therefore drawn us to Himself (Jeremiah 31:3).  With him there is no variation, not even so much as the slow shifting of a shadow on a sunny day (James 1:17; Hebrews13:8; Malachi 3:6).  These are unshakable truths whether we feel them or not. We are to bring every thought – anything that rises up against our knowledge of and trust in God – into obedience and captivity to Christ (II Corinthians 10:5).

Our knowledge of God must reign over our fluctuating feelings. Of course we are not to be stoics, thinking that feelings are altogether abstract to our faith – they can be wonderfully good and they are indeed part of our God-given physical makeup and are also part of our worship and walk with God. But we must let the mind inform the heart. We inform the heart through knowledge of the Holy Scriptures – God’s written and preserved revelation of Himself to mankind. Away dullness of mind, of heart and spirit! It is not our duty to feel, but to believe and act upon that belief.

The Evil One knows that God is not glorified when we hide our light under a veil of paralyzing depression. He knows that our Christian testimonies are ineffective when our prevailing facial countenance is one of bewilderment, sadness and gloom. May God cause us to know and breathe out from our hearts,

“The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; and His song will be with me in the night. A prayer to the God of my life” (Psalm 42:8).

There is no good to come from bemoaning how we “used to go along with the throng (of other believers) and (even) lead them in procession” or any other aspect of what we used to be or what we formerly did. If we have fallen and repented, returning to our walk with God in true contrition, then we dare not let Satan take advantage of his countless devices to yet ruin our testimony and the remainder of our lives. If God has forgiven us, if other believers have forgiven us (as they dutifully should), then we must also forgive ourselves lest a sense of constant guilt and shame renders us not ‘suitable’ for our given callings.  

May God also forever remind us,

“…God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind (II Timothy 1:7).  Keep this nugget of golden scripture in your memory and never lose it!  Know that God’s Spirit is within you (Romans 8: 9&11) and His Spirit is not one of dread, misery, sadness or fear. His Spirit is of power (the same power that raised Christ from the dead), of love (the same love that sent our Redeemer to His death on a cross), and of a sound mind. “…God is not a God of confusion but of peace…” (I Cor. 14:33). We need to constantly focus on who and what we are “in Christ”. We must know that His grace will be sufficient for us in all circumstances (II Corinthians 12:9). We must think and do according to what we know of God’s faithful promises. Then we might actually make use of the key that opens the locked doors that bar us from the light and warmth of His felt presence and the comfort of His sure promises. If God (for unknown reasons) hides his face from us for a season (no felt warmth, no discernable light) we must still know that He has His good reasons and that “all things work together for good to those to those who love God…” (Romans 8:28). As His children, in all circumstances and conditions, we are what we are by His grace alone (I Corinthians 15:10).  His children never shed a tear of grief in vain. We shall always yet praise Him if we are His. ~ DLA       (Suggested Scripture Readings:  Psalm 42, 142 and referenced passages)

This writing was inspired by personal spiritual affliction, the words of D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones in Spiritual Depression and by remembered images from John Bunyan’s The Pilgrim’s Progress. I would also like to express that I am not ‘anti-medication’ for treatment of clinical depression, which can be quite different in its causes than those of spiritual depression.  However, sometimes the two may occur simultaneously.

The First Love Story

When God said “It is not good for the man to be alone; I will make him a helper suitable for him” (Genesis 2:18), He knew exactly what Adam needed. A light reading of the verses following this statement might give us the impression that God tried to meet Adam’s need for suitable companionship through the company of animals and with the occupation of naming them. But this was not the case.

Adam, in his pre-fallen state, was of supreme intelligence. He did not randomly make up names for all of God’s creatures based on whim or fancy. More likely, he kept careful record of what we call the animal kingdom. Carl Linnaeus with his classifications: kingdom, class, order, genus and species, had nothing on the (as yet) sinless Adam, who no doubt found great delight in the work God gave to him. He joyfully sought to please Him with every effort. Yet, with all his fascinating work, the wonder of God’s creativity, and the blessing of having dominion over all of it, at the end of the day, Adam still felt alone.

We should consider what God did not do as well as what He did for Adam. Adam’s ultimate need for companionship was not for another man. His hunger was for the perfect companion – one who would be bone of his bones and flesh of his flesh. Imagine the astonishment he felt when the woman was presented to him by God – to Adam this was God’s superb creation. Here was one with whom he could share intellectual, emotional, and physical intimacy as he could with no other. They would enjoy Paradise together; individually, yet as one. And even more wondrously, together they were to share in the joy of their own children and eventually learn the joys of various kinds of human companionships.

Let’s consider too that God did not create one hundred, fifty or even ten women for Adam to choose from.  Adam did not need to view, smell, touch, kiss, nor have physical relations with an array of women to know which one he preferred. God knew who he needed and brought her to him. Adam did not need more than one female companion to ease his loneliness and fulfill his emotional and physical needs. If he had needed more than one wifely companion at a time, God would have given him more than one at a time. Finally, God made no proviso for their choosing to terminate their union because of ‘irreconcilable differences’ (Mark 10:2-9; Matthew 19: 8-9).

The account of Adam and Eve’s love story in Genesis is not a fairy tale. Yes, to Adam, Eve was a princess. To Eve, Adam was a prince. They delighted in each other, perhaps as no married couple has since. But fairy tale romances don’t tell us of the origin of man or of the origin of both spiritual and physical death (Genesis 2:17 & 3:19).  Maybe what has been said is true: we all like epic stories with beautiful and romantic themes because our own beginnings involved both. Thus the music and movie industries thrive, in great part, by working with these themes.

There are several questions we can ponder with careful study of Adam and Eve’s story. A few come to my mind. What is marriage? Is casual dating pleasing to God? Is homosexual desire natural? What about divorce – is it ever an acceptable option?  Polygamy?  Are all people meant to marry?  Is it absolutely necessary to have what our time calls a ‘significant other’ to be content?  From what human need does loneliness stem?  Do we often come closer to worshipping the gift rather than the Giver?  If so, what might be the ramifications?  For Adam, it was deadly (see Genesis 3:17-19).  The mindset reflected in the following lyrics (very popular for a reason) is ingrained in mortal man – we seem determined to always learn the most important lessons in life ‘the hard way.’ Some seem to never learn them at all.

“I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing

Just prayed to a God that I don’t believe in

‘Cause I got time while she got even…”

(From Breakeven by Script)

These questions require more than a simple answer in our society. For Biblical answers we will have to search beyond Adam and Eve’s story (although some questions are answered, at least in part, through a careful study of what is revealed of their lives). Finding Biblical answers will require time, energy and a submissive spirit before God (if we believe the Bible to be His Word and that by which we will be finally judged). As Christians we cannot come to resolute answers through our own surmising and opinions. We can’t form sound convictions of faith and practice from sentiment, tradition, the modern morality, country music lyrics, church hymns or through the ‘what works for me’ approach. We must seek truth for our walk with God from Him alone (2 Timothy 3:16-17; 2 Peter 1:20-21).

In this wintry month when we all can use some distraction, many of us will think (at least momentarily) of romance, Valentine cards, and gifts ranging from candy to diamonds.  With mass marketing schemes aimed at celebrating yet another ‘holiday,’ how could we not?  But let’s be careful out there!

All the ‘love bait’ thrown out at this time of year can make one especially vulnerable. All that glitters is not gold. More often, it is cheap plastic, coated with craft store glitter. Real gold endures the testing by fire which will come. Real love will do the same.  Let’s remember that even a serpent can be quite convincing when he (or she) tells us what we want to hear. The subtle liar will throw in plenty of truth with the lie, making it all the more alluring. Eve succumbed to the enticements of what she saw as a preferable choice because she thought it was good for her fleshly desire, it was pleasing to her eyes, and above all, it would make her wise. Any sin I can think of can be traced to one of these headings: the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life (I John 2:16).

 Whether of romance or familial love, may our true love stories be blessed by God and protected from all the flaming missiles of the Evil One, with which he seeks to destroy all that is good. ~ DLA  

(Be sure to read Genesis 2 & 3!)

Hagar & Hannah

Hagar was the young woman servant of Sarah, the honored and privileged wife of Abraham. He was beloved and chosen of God to be the father of a nation through which He would bless the whole sin-darkened world. Perhaps as a young and submissive servant, Hagar had been favored by Sarah. Whatever the reasons, Hagar had been chosen by Sarah. Since her own fertility had ended, who better to bear ‘in her stead’ the son God had promised her husband? Hagar, the biological mother of a son who Sarah would claim as her own – yes, this had to be the answer!

Genesis 16 tells us that Hagar despised Sarah after she conceived. We are not told exactly why. Was she jealous of Sarah as the superior wife or did she resent feeling used to accomplish Sarah’s agenda in spite of her own wishes? Regardless of Hagar’s motives, it was Sarah who had the listening ear of Abraham when she placed the blame of being despised by her maid (now her ‘sister-wife’) on him. He in turn gave his beloved Sarah permission to deal with the circumstance as she saw fit.

 Sarah’s harsh treatment toward Hagar (putting her in her place) drove the pregnant woman to seek escape in the wilderness, where the angel of the Lord found her. He told her to return to her mistress and to submit to her authority. Abraham’s tribal camp would be a place of safety and provision for her and the child. He also told her that she was to have a son and descendants “too many to count” – Hagar also would have a place of honor in due time. She was told to name the child Ishmael to remind her of the angel’s words, “the Lord has given heed to your affliction” (v. 11).

Fourteen years later Hagar found herself again in the wilderness, having been driven from the camp via the long brewing jealously and resentment between her mistress and herself. In faith and with a broken heart Abraham had sent Hagar and Ishmael away from his tribe and family at God’s command, with His assurance that Ishmael too would become a great nation - but it must be through Isaac, “the son of promise,” through whom God would fulfill his promises to Abraham. After their packed provisions were gone, faint from hunger and thirst, Hagar placed her son in the shade of a bush and walked a distance away, weeping and pleading that she would not have to see her child die.  Again the angel of the Lord, the one Hagar had called “a God who sees,” spoke to her there and led her to the provisions and deliverance she and her son needed (see 16:13). “And God was with the lad…”  (Genesis 21:20) [Also, Genesis 16 & 21].

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Hanna had long had a rival wife who seemingly had the most fertile womb in all Israel, while she had been given a closed womb. Not only did her arms ache from emptiness, but ‘the other wife’ constantly and consciously made her feel ‘the lesser’ and ashamed of her bareness with the birth of each new son or daughter. With all her effort to love her husband’s children as her own, nothing could satisfy her deep longing to feel the miracle of human life inside her and to nurture her own little one to her heart’s delight. With all her husband’s assurances that he loved her more than he could love the ten sons she might have given him, she could not find the comfort for which she longed.

One year during the yearly trip to Shiloh to sacrifice to the Lord, her heart and spirit were finally completely broken. She could no longer hide the emotional wheel spinning wildly inside her. Jealousy, anger, hurt, envy and a deep questioning of God’s providence. She could not eat because of her heavy sadness and uncontrolled outbursts of weeping. Even there, on this special occasion of rejoicing, her husband deliberately gave her a double portion of the celebration meal to display his honor and affection toward her, but to no easement of her suffering.

In her desperation she made her way to the temple to pour her heart out as water to the God who had, in His sovereignty, withheld conception of the child she had so often asked of Him. She pleaded as never before in her bitterness of soul, making no audible sound but only moving her lips in the words she spoke in prayer. She knew that her God could change her circumstances to those of great joy, if only He willed to grant her petition. She promised God that if He would give her the honor and joy of mothering her own son, she would gladly give him back to God as a special servant to Him. If He would use her so! After words of encouragement from the prophet Eli, she left the temple with an un-weighted heart and a face that shone with hope.

Not long after their visit to Shiloh, Hannah conceived the son she had prayed for so often and then, finally, with all her being. At his birth she named him Samuel, saying, “Because I have asked him of the Lord.” With her husband’s permission she would not return to Shiloh for the family’s yearly sacrifice and celebration until the child was weaned – weaned from nursing and from the special love and care a small child would need. She knew that when she did return to Shiloh she must offer the child himself to serve in the temple. Her heart knew that this child was called of God for a special purpose to Himself. The thought of leaving him at the temple sometimes gave her a pang of sadness, but it was always swallowed by the joy and privilege of being used of God to nurture and prepare him for his calling. But the over-shadowing joy, as she fed, cuddled, disciplined and played with her son, was that of teaching him of the God who had heard and answered her prayers in creating her little Samuel.

In the years to come she would visit her son at the temple annually and give him the new robe she had lovingly hand stitched. Her joy was then unfailingly renewed in seeing her son grow in the knowledge and ways of his God. She would greatly rejoice in future days with the birth of each of the five children her God was to give her as comfort and reward for the one she had literally given to Him.  (I Samuel 1 & 2)     

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While Hagar did not seek her son, Ishmael, from God (and possibly felt victimized by her pregnancy) she came to love him as much as Sarah would love her Isaac. She fled to the wilderness and it was there that the Lord spoke to her.

Hannah very much desired a child of her own and pleadingly petitioned God for her heart’s desire. In her desperate and opportune hour she fled to the Temple. It was there that God heard her pleading and answered with abundant grace. 

Whether we come to our brokenness in the wilderness or while in a church pew makes no difference. His all-knowing presence and willingness to hear what our hearts speak to Him is the same. We speak to him through prayer, but He also speaks to us – and we best hear Him when we are willing to separate ourselves from all distractions, read the Scriptures, and listen with our hearts (Hebrews 1:1 & II Timothy 3:16-17).  ~   DLA

“Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.”  –  Hebrews 4:16

December 2010: Mary's Joy and Pain

Mary sat holding her newly born baby near to her breast and heart. To be with child and to give birth for the first time is a wondrous thing for any woman – but this child was indeed a miracle. The angel had called him the Son of the Most High and told her that he would reign over the throne of David forever. ‘How can this be?’ she was still asking herself – that she, a virgin had just given birth to her firstborn – even God in human flesh.  She looked at him in awe – Miracle of miracles – yet he looked and felt like any newborn child. There was nothing about his appearance that marked him as different. She prayed for wisdom and guidance for the nurturing of this future king. She would leave the future to God and love this blessed bundle of life with all her strength and ability (Luke 1:26-35 & 67-79).

After the days of purification, Mary and Joseph took the baby to Jerusalem to present him to God as their law required and to offer the appropriate sacrifice – a pair of turtle doves. Such a small offering for such a priceless treasure to their hearts and lives! While there, they were approached by an elderly man named Simeon, who begged to take the child into his arms. Overcome with joy he looked up to the heavens and declared that he could now leave this life in peace, having seen God’s promised salvation, so long awaited. Borrowing the words of the prophet, he then announced that the child would be a light to the Gentiles and the glory of Israel. Mary and Joseph were amazed in silence. Simeon announced blessing upon them and went on to say that their Child would be the rise and fall of many and a sign to be opposed.  Opposition to her child – how – from whom? Her present joy was suddenly mixed with dread.  Simeon also said that a sword would pierce even her very soul in days to come. She wanted only to take her child into her arms and cherish the comfort of holding him near. What she did not understand must be committed trustingly to the loving God she knew. (Luke 2:21-35).

Thirty-three years later Mary stood distantly from the cross of crucifixion where she had been watching her son slowly die for hours. He was not recognizable from the torture he had been through, the blood loss and dehydration. The Roman soldiers had mounted a sign on the cross that read “Jesus the Nazarene-The King of the Jews” – was this his coronation? Her thoughts were muddled, despairing, emotionally overwhelming and mostly of disbelief – full of the unspeakable pain of a mother watching her son – the promised king – die. When He spoke of thirst someone responded with a wine-soaked sponge reached up to his mouth. Her heart, now completely broken, seemed to be turning to fluid and pouring into every part of her body…and finally He died. He was dead and no longer in the unimaginable agony he had endured for hours. Could she now breathe without gasping?

Then a soldier pierced his side with a spear to ensure his death. It might as well have gone into her very own heart. She remembered again old Simeon and his prophecy. She was losing consciousness as John, to whom Jesus had committed her care, pulled her from this dark and terrible place. For now there was no understanding of how or why they had killed God’s Son – the perfect son – as a lamb without blemish. Only God could explain why He allowed His own Son to suffer so. Surely He would.  (John 19:17-35, 20-21 & I Peter 1:18-19)

While we remember the precious beauty and innocence of the baby Jesus, it is more important to remember the paradoxical beauty of the Lamb that was slain. Read Acts 1-4 for the “why.”  ~  DLA

…”Worthy is the Lamb who was slain to receive power and riches and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and blessing!”

(Revelation 5:12)

November 2010: Thanksgivings

This is the month when most American families will gather around a table of bounty on Thanksgiving Day. Some will bow their heads to give thanks, some will take their turn in speaking of something for which they are thankful, and some will chow down into the feast of plenty with no thought of gratitude.

As a Christian I have frequently conflicting thoughts and emotions about the holidays. Who doesn’t enjoy festive foods, decorations and special times of family interaction?  We need special times and special celebrations in life as individuals and as families. We need them as a society as elements of common cohesiveness. As Christians, our concern should be in regarding the how and why of what we celebrate. But of all our major calendar holidays, Thanksgiving (to me) is the least controversial, and for various reasons, has the potential for being the best.

We are about six generations forward from the Great Depression and a previous culture in which bounty was not so common. No wonder then that we are now so prone to whine and complain in the midst of relative luxury. “The eye is never satisfied…” (Ecclesiastes 1:8)  As a whole, most of us don’t know how to be truly thankful on any day of the year. We can’t fully appreciate anything or anyone until we are without them. Even when we try to be more aware of even some of the most common yet wonderful things we should be thankful for (example: the vision to see God’s creativity displayed in His complex yet gloriously ordered prism-like hues of autumn leaves and light) we soon allow some negative thought to swallow our effort. 

The Scriptures don’t tell us to set aside a day to celebrate the birth of Christ, nor even His resurrection from death. We should celebrate these ‘unspeakable gift(s) [II Corinthians 9:15] every day through our thoughts, words and deeds.  The celebration of Christmas and Easter are Christian liberties (to be celebrated [or not] as would be pleasing and acceptable to God and in accordance with one’s Biblically grounded convictions). But the Scriptures are full of commandments and admonitions to be thankful and full of praise to the One who is the source of every good thing. A good place to begin:  Consider the ground which nurtures the lilies as well as much of our food. Then let our thoughts of thankfulness slowly rise to the stars as a reminder that every day should be a thanksgiving day. (Luke 6:35)  ~  DLA

A few relative Scripture references:  Psalm 26:6-7, 50:14, 95:2, 100:4, 147: 7-11, II Corinthians 9: 14-15, Philippians 4:6, Colossians 4:2, & Revelation 7: 12   

October 2010: Accepting the Inevitable

They come and they go as the clouds pass over on a windy day. The days of our short lives are ticking away as the grandfather clock in my living room – a constant reminder that our days on this earth are truly as a vapor, rising and disappearing.

Only yesterday I was young, twenty-something. Someone warned me that I had no clue of how quickly my youth would be a thing of the past. I considered it to be mostly the voice of disappointment from someone who had many regrets. I would choose wisely how to spend my days without a lot of regret. After all, God had blessed me to know Him in my heart at a young age, and had drawn me to the Scriptures for how to live my time on earth. I would relish the days given me and squeeze every drop of nectar from each one. But even then the nectar was sometimes tainted by the bitter taste of words from my own mouth and other pesky sin problems, as when the little foxes ruin the vineyard.

A positive perspective became more difficult to maintain as various troubles came. Try as I might to avoid all the bumps and pits in the road, my feet grew weary and sometimes bogged with gooey clay. God would graciously lift my feet from the bog and set me on a straight path once again. But alas, clay feet seem to naturally meander into the sticky places, and we inevitably have to make the time to have them scraped and cleaned. (Lord Jesus, not my feet only but all of my being). Those wiser choices in life are not always as easy to recognize as we sometimes assume.

One day when I awoke I was not young anymore. My previous life seemed to have passed like a night’s dream. The mirror showed me that the sparkle of youth had gone and that those telling fine lines had come in spite of all the SPF I had slathered on. More sobering, I had become one of those ‘older’ people who are always so full of advice.

With the realization that life is indeed fleeting, slowly there came a settled acceptance that my stay here is very temporary. My presence here is altogether transient and my contemplation of the end of it is not nearly as dreadful as it once was. The ‘laying aside of my earthly dwelling’ might be imminent or a relatively few years down the road, but my comfort lies in knowing that the true Christian has a hope that shines ever brighter – to leave the stress of a sin-cursed world, to be in Christ’s presence and freed from this body which is so prone to sin, sickness and weariness. The best we can hope for is not to die in our sleep, but to die in Him. “For me to live is Christ…to die is gain…to be with Christ… which is far better.” THIS IS HOPE.  ~ (Psa. 90, James 1:9-12, Phil. 1:20-23, II Cor. 5:1-8)    DLA