Month: January 2019

“Does the Preacher Smell?”

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There is no preacher, Bible teacher, or minister who is perfect.

We should not expect to agree with them on everything, or to even like them that much personally.

In fact, sometimes their ministry style might even be disagreeable to us. Maybe, they aren’t compelling, or too emotional? Do their words stumble out of their mouth? Or, are they too smooth? Too well-groomed? Too tan? Too casual? Too formal? The “wrong” gender?

We are picky people!

While an awkward speaker, frumpy-looking pastor, or overly-primped and powdered Bible teacher might not be someone’s preference, it should not cause any of us to reject the biblical truth they present. Being charismatic, attractive, articulate, or agreeable are not requirements for the ministry. We American Christians have made the outward things so important, but we’re wrong. Perhaps, we just don’t want Jesus as much as we want our idols, superheroes, and superstars.

In the coming days, I plan to share some Bible Prophecy messages from various speakers. None of them are perfect. Some of them I’ve had internal battles over myself, because something about them was a hindrance for me. Perhaps, a doctrinal position, their lame jokes, or their style. In certain cases, I still have to win the victory our my pettiness each time I watch them.

It’s a good thing, though. It’s good to be have my petty shallowness called out, because I don’t want to be petty or shallow. I don’t want to miss a good word, just because the vessel God chose doesn’t suit me.

So, that’s my appeal to you. Please, don’t reject a speaker, because the vessel doesn’t appeal to you. Listen first. Test it. Is the critical point he’s making biblically sound? Of course, this is good to remember in any situation where we are on the receiving end of ministry. Guard yourself against being hindered. If the preacher smells, just plug your nose—but keep your ears open. He just might have something to say that God wants you to hear.

❤️

Starting the New Year

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If working hard means getting a good start to the new year, then I think Doug and I have a lot to look forward to in 2019.

We took a working vacation over Christmas and the New Year, which meant we worked at home only, no outside appointments. We stayed up late, and slept as long as possible.

We also hosted an Open House for ministry volunteers, which was a lot of fun.

Doug did throw his back out after Christmas, but I knew it was coming. The week before he had been doing a lot of lifting and moving, and I kept hearing him say, “There’s something funny going on with my back.” I also caught a head cold, but if it stays in my head, it won’t be too bad.

It’s going to be interesting this year, because we are rolling into 2019 with so much already in place. Normally, we spend January seeking the Lord for His course of action, His plan for the ministry. Well, He set the course for us before 2018 ended; we just have to keep doing what we were doing. So, we have a running start. I like it!

You know, I was thinking about the highlights of 2018 the other day. Isaac, our grandson, was definitely a highlight. How God moved in my heart was a highlight. Doug and I arrived at a new place of goodness in our marriage this past year, and that was a highlight.* It was almost like we remembered we were friends. Maybe, working together frustrates friendship. I think it might. And, HopeMail has been a very big highlight, too. I love how that is coming along.

However, my greatest highlight of 2018 is something I wanted to do all year long. I actually did work on it throughout the year, but it wasn’t until just before Christmas that all the pieces fell into place. It may not seem like a big deal, and you will wonder why it took so long, but I managed to finally finish our spare room, making it a place where the grandbabies can hangout and Doug can play his piano.

And, when those two things come together, well, my heart is pretty full.

I am very thankful the Lord did not despair of me in 2018. His kindness overwhelms me. He does love us like a Father, and we know that because He doesn’t love us any less when we’re ornery. It’s almost like He loves us louder, to make sure that in our blindness we don’t lose our way.

* I would feel dishonest if I did not add that I’ve been repeatedly cranky with him the past couple weeks, which is disappointing for me. I’ve had to apologize a lot. I want to blame my thyroid, but I think it’s more likely just ugly sin.