Hey, Jude

We must not take our salvation in Christ for granted.

“I must write…urging you to stoutly defend the truth that God gave once for all to hHis people to keep without change through the years.”

Once we are saved, yes, we are never required to say the Prayer of Salvation (Romans 10:9), again. However, that doesn’t mean we have permission to compromise Christ’s righteousness through our sin.

“Some godless teachers have wormed their way in among you, saying that after we become Christians we can do just as we like without fear of God’s punishment.” 

However, once we have believed, our life is meant to be an ever-growing, living testimony of that confession.

“But you, dear friends, must build up your lives ever more strongly upon the foundation of our holy faith, learning to pray in the power and strength of the Holy Spirit. Stay always within the boundaries where God’s love can reach and bless you.”

If your life today is not a living testimony of Christ, I hope you’ll stop and pray. Repent. Be restored to a place of right standing with Christ. It is possible, you know, to fall away from that great Salvation Christ won for you on the cross at Calvary. I don’t think you want that to happen.

Scriptural reference:
The Book of Jude (KJV)
The Book of Jude (TLB)

 

Saturday Evening Post for 7/7/18

It’s been several weeks since my last Saturday Evening Post. I don’t have much of an update, but I have several pictures to share.

There is a lot on my mind these days. A lot on my To Do List. A lot on my Prayer Wall. These are difficult times for many reasons, but blessed times, too. It is a battle to keep my mind set on the blessings, though, because there is a fierce spiritual battle raging. I suspect many of you who follow Christ would raise your hand and concur: “Yeah. It’s been challenging lately.”  Probably, not about to get easier. We just won’t always be on the front lines. Sometimes, we get a weekend pass. So to speak.

Tomorrow is our Sunday service at the shelter. I look forward to it all month. I am hoping three or four churches in Lynn will step-up and volunteer to lead a service once a month. Churches like to minister in their building, but this is a mission field. We must be willing to go.

“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.” Isaiah 26:3

What Hea-Woo Did in Prison

This is the story of Hea-Woo.

Hea-Woo is from North Korea.

One day, she escaped across a river to China.

While she was in China, someone witnessed to her about Jesus Christ. Hea-Woo came to know Christ as Lord and Savior, and and began learning about her new faith.

It was not long, though, before she was captured by the secret police and returned to North Korea. There, she was sentenced to a prison camp.

At that prison camp, she made a few important decisions. She decided to:

  1. Tell her fellow prisoners about Jesus.
  2. Witness to her fellow prisoners by helping them (sharing her rice with the sick, helping others wash their clothes, etc.).
  3. Begin a secret church. They met in the prison bathroom.

Her church really captured my interest.

  • Her church met on Sundays and on Christmas.
  • Without access to a Bible, she could only from what she remembered learning in China. Whatever songs or Bible verses she remembered, she would teach her tiny congregation.
  • Their singing had to be as quiet as possible to avoid detection. It was almost imperceptible.

Hea-Woo ultimately was released from the prison camp, and later escaped to South Korea.

During her time in the North Korean prison camp, she lead five people to salvation. She says, “They were on the edge of death, and I could give them the message of hope.”

5 Ways to Keep Your Hands Clean, and Still Help the Children’s Ministry at Your Church

I believe that Children’s Ministry is the most important ministry of the church.
I know that might sound like hyperbole, or insanity, but I do have a theory.
I won’t share my theory here, because what I think doesn’t matter. Ultimately, I know we all agree it matters. I know this, because of the outcry this past month over the suffering of children at the border. It is clear that Americans care about children, and Christians know that ministering to children is important to Jesus.
So, with that agreement, let’s consider how we can actually make a difference in a child’s life. Most of us will never get to help a child at the border, or any child from another country, but there ARE children in our own church that we can help through our church’s Children’s Ministries.
So, I have come up with five easy ways for everyone in any church to help the children. And, you won’t even get your hands dirty!

5 Ways to Keep Your Hands Clean, and Still Help the Children’s Ministry at Your Church

1. ASK.
As the Children’s Pastor, or whoever is in charge, how you can help. Just make sure they are sitting down before you ask, though. Odds are good that any offer to help will come as quite a shock, and might knock them off their feet.
 
2. PRAY.
If you’re afraid to ask, or don’t think you can help, begin to pray. Ask how you can pray. Pray for the Children’s Ministry workers. Pray for the children, and their parents. Pray for provision, patience, inspiration, and more volunteers. Pray daily. Make it a real commitment before God.
 
3. GIVE.
Most churches have tight budgets. Like public school teachers, Sunday School teachers and Children’s Ministry workers often foot the bill for the extras that make their class special: snacks, prizes, stickers, etc. Maybe, you can offer to provide snacks, or just slip a fiver into the teacher’s hand and say, “Use it for the kids. There’s more that came from!”
 
4. SAY THANKS.
Thank the Children’s Ministry workers for what they do. Don’t assume they take delight in escorting little ones to the potty, wiping up spilled juice, or telling Little Ricky one more time that he can’t play his drums. Never make the mistake of thinking that Children’s Workers have some special grace from God. They might love what they do, and even be called and gifted from God to do it, but it doesn’t mean it’s always easy.
 
5. BE PROMPT.
Finally, if your children are a part of the Children’s Ministry, pick-up your little angels, before you socialize with friends after service. Children’s Ministry volunteers are serving Jesus for free, but their babysitting rates are $10 an hour.

For My Brothers on Father’s Day

On Father’s Day, I always think about the fathers I know who are brokenhearted over how they have let their kids down; how they have failed to be a godly dad for them. Some don’t even get to see their kids, because they made one bad choice too many.

I feel really sorry for these men. It is very natural to focus on our failures, and it is right to be full of remorse. Yet, I am compelled to encourage these fathers.  So, this post is for them.


Brothers, at the end your life, you don’t have to be defined by your failures. You don’t have to be remembered by your children for how many times you fell down, but for how many times you got back up.

It may feel like it’s too late to change, or too late for change to matter. You may be convinced all hope is gone, but that’s just not true. That’s a lie from the one who hates you (and hates your kids), Satan himself. Brothers, with God, it is NEVER too late and no change is too small. Don’t give up on what God can do. Don’t quit on Him.

And, don’t quit on yourself, or your kids. Keep going! Keep going back to the Cross with a humble heart and contrite spirit. Keep asking God to perfect His Son in you, to make you the man and father He meant for you to be—and, that your children need you to be for them.

Listen, it doesn’t matter how old they are, or how old you are, either. It doesn’t matter how much time you’ve wasted, or how little time you’ve given them. Keep asking God to finish the good work He started in you, and keep praying for those children. Keep asking God for the impossible, whatever that means for you, and start believing that God is able to do the impossible.

And, brothers, one last word: depend on each other. Share your needs, and pray for each other. You don’t have to be alone in this.

God bless you, Dads. I’m praying for you today. ❤

James 516

Elisabeth’s Prayer

I wish I had been introduced to Elisabeth Elliot’s ministry when I was a girl.

I always recall seeing one of her books on my mother’s bookshelf, and even recall my mother telling me about her and encouraging me to read it, but Elliot’s writing isn’t easy for everyone to read. I took that book to my room, but I didn’t know how to process it. I wish I’d known how to wade into the deep waters of her writing, because I was too intimidated to dive-in.

It is actually very easy to be intimidated by her writing, even as an adult. Not only is her writing absolutely without a single wasted word, it is all confrontational—spiritually confrontational.

Even her words of encouragement confront us with our unbelief or sin.

And, that is a very good thing! We need to be confronted with truth. We don’t want to be confronted every minute of every day, but that’s really the way a truly spiritual life is going to be lived. Did Jesus ever put down His calling? Did He ever take a break from His purpose on earth? Why do we?

I hesitate here, but I think it’s true: most of us treat our walk with Christ like a day at the beach.

Why Are We Here?

It starts with the heart’s motive. Why does anyone go to the beach? Most of us go to enjoy ourselves. Recoup. Relax. It’s a place we go on our time off, not a place we go to work. We want to have fun, and the beach is the place to do it. We pack our bags with whatever we need to be comfortable, and set out hoping for a sunny day with light breezes. We find just the right spot—not too close to anyone else, and not to close to the shore. We lay out our towel (or set-up our chair), and get comfy—snacks and cold beverages close at hand. 

When it’s finally time to get in the water, we dab a toe in and make sure it’s not too cold. If the temperature feels about right, we wade in a little more. Maybe, we won’t go too far—don’t want to ruin or make-up or spoil our get our hair wet. Or, have to reapply sunscreen to our back. We’re careful to watch for things that might bite or sting, and when we’re ready for a break, we step right out and slip into our sun-warmed towel. When we’ve had our fill and the tan is looking good, we pack-up and go home.

Why Not Dive-In?

No analogy is perfect.

I’m not saying we aren’t engaging in a Christian walk, I’m just saying we might be taking it too casually. Maybe, we’re more concerned about appearances. Maybe, we’re missing the whole point of being a Christian. Maybe, we’re doing everything right, but we just are trusting God to take us into the deep places of spiritual intimacy with Him. 

I don’t know about anyone else, but I know this is something I put before myself daily. As a small child my mother taught me that one day I would stand before Jesus and lay my treasure at His feet. She taught me that every soul I led to salvation, or helped to come to salvation through my obedience to God (like being quiet in church when she and Daddy were preaching 🙂 ) was a precious gemstone I would one day lay before His throne in tribute.  I have always been mindful of this, and that is where Elisabeth Elliot comes back into the story. 

Elisabeth Elliot’s Prayer

I don’t know the origins of this prayer, but I think if one sincerely prayed this prayer each day it would change their Christian life.

You may already say a prayer like this, but if you do not I want to encourage you to try praying this for just one week. See what happens.

Elisabeth Elliot Prayer

Jesus loves you! ❤

Saturday Evening Post: 5/12/18

The past few weeks are a bit of a blur. The nice weather has gotten me outside more, and that helps me keep my sanity. My work is mostly in front of a computer screen, and usually painstaking. Being able to do something completely different, and kind of rough and messy, like pull some weeds, is very good therapy.

I am mainly growing flowers this year, and Doug has offered to redo my brick boarders. They’re awful, but what an I say? I laid them without knowing what I was doing. Kinda like the peony flowerbed. I didn’t expect the peonies to even live, and had no idea how much room they needed. I just had a dream of peonies growing in my yard, and took a chance.

In the fall, I will dig them up and arrange them better than they are now—very off-center, crowded on one side. Who knew they would multiply? We’ll also be able to level the bed a little better, too. It’s at a strange angle now. But, the peonies are growing, I moved the daisies that wanted to choke them out last year, and the weeding is complete. I’m satisfied.

Like I say, I’m a hack gardener. I’m learning as I go, and doing the best with my limitations. I’m more than content!

Lucy loves being outside, which makes for a lot of  fun. We fly a little kite in the yard, and she laughs and laughs when her grandmother runs to make it fly. She likes kicking a ball. Loves to chase bubbles. Loves to dip the bubble wand in the soap. She’s learning to blow the seeds off a dandelion. Watering plants is a favorite thing—she even took her watering can into the neighbor’s yard, looking for something more to water. She’s a constant source of joy. God has been so kind.

God bless you all today. I know Mother’s Day isn’t a happy day for everyone, so my prayers are with you.<3

Saturday Evening Post: 4/28/18

  • So, I finished my paperwork.
  • We had a great quarterly Board meeting.
  • Shared the ministry at one of our partnering churches.
  • We are working hard on what is coming in the months ahead, and it’s going well.
  • Treated the ladies at the Great Hill Shelter to Popeye’s Fried Chicken, and that was very cool. I would like to take in food once a month.
  • I love the work we do, and it all starts with praying. Then, waiting. Pray, wait. repeat. The fight is real, so nothing good can happen without prayer, in His time. So, it’s nice when we get to a place where the wind is at our back, so to speak, and we can dig in and get busy. That’s how it’s feeling right now, like a season of waiting has passed. Lots to do, while the doing is good.
  • My daughter made me a birthday cake this week. Excellent, gluten-free, and very cheery. She also helped Lucy give me the best gift. We had dinnertogether, with a special guest. It was a very nice day.
  • It was a very good week.

God bless you!

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Today’s Journal: 4/27/18

Outside my window it is grey and damp. We have had some Spring showers this week, so all week long I’ve been saying to myself, “April showers bring May flowers, April showers bring May flowers.”

I am thinking about…

  • baking shortbread
  • how much I love New England. It has a temperament that suits me in every way—sometimes it’s a blast of energy, and sometimes it’s in no rush at all.
  • the things I need to get done and should be doing, instead of rambling on my blog.

I am thankful for a meeting last night with an angel of girl, going through hell on earth. We have only been able to text for weeks, but last night we got to meet face-to-face. I am just so glad I got to give her hug and pray for her in person.

I am reading QAnon’s posts and gluten-free shortbread recipes. That’s about it so far today. LOL

I am working on my Christmas card list. That is my ultimate goal for 2018. I know that if I get my Christmas cards in the mail, it will mean I’ve done everything else that is on the list to do before them. However, if I don’t set that before me right now, it’s not going to happen. So, yes, I am working on my Christmas card list.

I am hoping for everything! Hope is a great blessing, and with God we have good reason to be hopeful.

I am praying for everything! There are a lot of people in a lot of trouble right now. Two beloved brothers are on the verge of absolutely killing themselves. One family on the verge of total destruction at the hands of the state. People willfully immersed in sin, trying to find their way back to faith, yet refusing to surrender. Heartbroken and hurting people. There are needs within my family, spiritual and physical. Loved ones who are lost in the world, without any faith in the love of God for them. I am praying for little things, too, like inspiration for this spare room—how to make it a prayer room, play room, music room, meeting room, craft room, guest room, and office room all at once. There are lots of things to pray for, and I am determined to pray for it all, because GOD CAN!

I am meditating on the Lord’s timing. In His time, all things are good, and that’s what I want. I make my plans and set my goals; I want a lot of things to happen. However, I only want what He wants, and in His time. I’m willing to wait.

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Saturday Evening Post: 4/21/18

Day started well: slept late.

Did the usual morning stuff; started coffee.

Let the Saxophone Player know I’d be in the spare room, working on “paperwork.” Paperwork means all the ministry stuff I do that has legal implications.

Things were buzzing along.

Then…the garden grabbed my imagination.

  • I imagined that the sun was probably at a great angle for pictures.
  • I imagined that it was probably warm enough to actually enjoy being outside.
  • From the kitchen window, I eyed the daisies already outgrowing my peonies, and imagined those happy weeds (that I love so much) overtaking the peonies and choking every glorious bloom—all because I neglected to transplant the daisies in time.
  • I imagined I would only be outside for a few minutes.

Well, two-and-a-half hours later…what can I say? It’s  just so easy to piddle around—especially on such a perfect weather day. You think you’re just going to brush away the dead leaves, but then you pull a weed and take away a stick…and it’s hard to stop.

At least I started transplanting the daisies. Their roots are impressively strong, by the way.

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I moved them over to an area where Japanese Knotweed always grows. I thought they might give the knotweed a run for the money. We’ll see. I have more to transplant, but my digging uncovered what looks like a queen bee. I got scared away.

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On another note: everything this Spring is really coming in late. It’s strange. Even the Japanese Knotweed. Things look pretty barren.

Well, the little, blue flowers are blooming—a delicious foretaste of flowers to come.

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P.S.
Sweet Isaac is six-weeks-old today.

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He is holding his hand in the same position he had it in the womb, wrapped in a quilt that once was wrapped around his mommy.

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God bless you this week!