I Forget Myself

Can you relate?

I don’t understand it, but on my last birthday I decided to embrace blue again—it had been my favorite color for so long, but somewhere along the way I dropped blue and embraced red. I like red. I love red! But, I’m not red. I’m blue.

It’s really stupid and unimportant, but I’m kind of discovering that I surrendered some of my identity somewhere along the way. I don’t know when or where, but looking back at myself years and years ago I see someone else. I see someone who looks more familiar to me than the person I see most of the time in the mirror. I kinda miss her.

I mean, she’s A LOT like me today—but not.

It’s weird. And, this post is definitely going make me sound like an annoying, self-absorbed, nincompoop, but it’s Saturday. Who cares? It’s just that I don’t want to feel like I’m putting on a costume everyday. I have no desire to revisit the past, and I’m totally in love with my life today. I’m blessed beyond measure! No complaints. No dissatisfaction here. I just don’t want to fail that girl in the pictures. I don’t know that I have, but I kinda think I’ve let her down in a few places. I took her for granted.

I dunno! We’ll see what happens. I’ll let you know. For now, I’m just thinking out loud.

❤️

First year as The Saxophone Player’s Wife.🎷❤️

Learning to be Thankful for Fleas

I have become rather disgusted with Christian cultural and political leaders trying to equate Christian activism in Conservative politics with Christian heroics during the Holocaust. Christian cultural and political leaders are increasingly trying to shame Christians into throwing themselves to the lions for the sake of whatever social or political injustice is popular in the moment. These are not the causes for which Watchman Nee or Richard Wurmbrand suffered in jail for years—even decades! Corrie ten Boom did not watch her beloved Betsie die at Ravenbruck over her political activism. And, my goodness, there are many saints in prison for their faith right now. Yes, their faith—not for their political or social activism against their government. Anyone who tries to draw a comparison between the ten Booms and the truckers should be ashamed.

I truly fear that our faith is not as precious to many American Christians as their political positions. They demand we fight for our “God-given rights, or you’ll be sorry!”

HOW SHOULD WE THEN LIVE?

I wonder if Christians in America even understand it is their faith that deserves a defense, and not their politics. Have we forgotten why we were saved? Why Jesus came and died on a cross? Have we said so many times that Jesus loves us so much He would have died for even one soul to be saved, that we have started thinking it’s all about us? I wonder. I really do.

I think of Corrie ten Boom and her family hiding Jews from the Nazis. We should not forget that they were defending Jews, because of their belief in what the Bible said about Israel. They were not making a political statement in protest of Nazism. They were not risking their lives for a cause that had an eternal value.

I also think of a boy named Joseph. He was sold into slavery, but never stopped trusting God. Daniel was literally thrown to the lions, but never decried the injustice he was facing. David had to flee for his life, but he worshiped his God and did good works along the way to his coronation. Esther faced the genocide of her people by calling them to fast and pray. Jochebed would not take her son’s life, but entrusted his care to God in a river filled with crocodiles!

It was all for faith’s sake. They’re faith was under fire. Is our faith that precious to us? Are we willing to suffer for the sake of the Cross, or just to get rules changed or our people moved into power? I’m afraid many American Christians would not recognize a true threat to their faith, because they have so little relationship with Jesus they cannot see the big picture. What is worth dying for, friends?

Generations of Believers proclaimed it is “about a relationship, not a religion,” yet many have neither one. They might have a social, cultural, or political agenda, but most have an idol they’ve created in their own image. Their Jesus never offends the sinner, and never grieves over the sin. He’s just like them: weak, passive, and impotent.

BACK TO RAVENSBRUCK

As Corrie and her sister, Betsie, sat on their straw-filled bunks in the Ravensbrück Concentration Camp they were tormented by a plague of fleas. Corrie complained to her sister, but Bestie corrected her, reminding Corrie that it was God’s will for them to give thanks in all circumstances. Corrie protested. She resisted. “I will never thank God for fleas!”

During the quiet times in their barracks, Corrie and Betsie will tell their fellow prisoners about Jesus. Thad a tiny New Testament that the angels of the Lord had blinded the eyes of their captives from finding—a remarkable and miraculous thing! So, they would hold Bible studies and prayer meetings, leading people to faith in Christ.

After a few weeks of the plague of fleas, they noticed that the guards very rarely came into their barracks to conduct searches. This gave the sisters almost unlimited time to talk about Jesus. How could this be?

One day, Betsie overheard the supervisor speaking to the other guards. She said she refused to enter their barracks, because of the fleas!

Ravensbruck Concentration Camp Women’s Barracks

We need to learn to thank God for the fleas. We need to set our minds on things above, what is eternal, and not on things that are passing away. Our money should not be going to a protester’s legal defense fund, but to the preaching of the gospel.

Brothers and Sisters, we will give account for our choices. How did we spend our time? How did we spend our money? What did we do for Jesus? Can we do more? None of us know how many days we have left to serve Jesus. What treasures will we have to lay at His throne?

I don’t know about you, but I am weary of the wickedness in this world. I cannot hold it back by protesting, but I can make a difference by leading one more soul to Christ. I can speak the truth and exhort my Brother or Sister to righteousness. I can pray and fast and be ready with an answer. I can start thanking God today for the fleas in my life, so that I’m ready to make a holy sanctuary of a prison cell or lion’s den. I know I’m not there, yet.

1 February 2022

I had planned to repeat my Facebook-Free February this year, but I haven’t done a very good job today. I suppose it could be Facebook-Free March or April. We’ll see. Maybe, I’ll start a day late.

As my husband headed off to bed tonight, he looked down at me (I was working on my laptop on the couch) and smiled with his whole face as he struggled to find the right words. “You…are…a…squirrely…rascally…challenge!”

I laughed out loud. “You know, she’s a very difficult person,” his future mother in law warned.

Well, his comment reminded me of something else. He reminded me of one a Shakespeare’s Sonnets I had included it in a poetry book I made him 34 years ago, when he left Long Beach, California for Boston, Massachusetts. He was coming here to study the saxophone with Jerry Bergonzi. This was his dream come true. We were just friends, but I was already in love with him. So, I decided to make him a poetry book. What is a poetry book? Well, it’s a scrapbook of poems or quotes, with pictures collected from magazines or greeting cards. Maybe, photo copied from a book. It wasn’t a gift you gave just anyone—only your very best friends.

So, on the night before he flew out, I drove over to see him to say good-bye. That’s what friends do, right? We hung out for awhile, and I gave him his gift as I was leaving—some time after midnight. I drove away in my ’72 Toyota Corona—missing floor board on the passenger’s side and a trunk that only stayed closed with a bungee cord—and I prayed and rejoiced and felt incredible peace. Oh, I definitely cried my eyes out, too. I knew I would never see him again. His poetry book was my last bid to leave my mark on his life.

I know it’s small potatoes, but we’re celebrating our 33rd Anniversary soon, and I’m grateful for a husband who loves a “challenge.” 🙂

So, this is the sonnet. Figured I should share. You can see I made his poetry book in a music notebook, instead of a scrapbook. Seemed appropriate for a musician.

I love the picture I included—it related to the poem on the facing page, too, which begins: “My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases….” (Love Poem, written by John Frederick Nims.)

It was interesting to look through that poetry book tonight. I’m glad for all the ways I’ve changed in 34 years, and for all the ways I’ve stayed just the same.

Kick Off Those Shoes! (Revisted)

This original post has recently had some views. I didn’t remember it by the title, so I clicked to reread it. As I did, I noticed something that I needed to correct. It’s something the Lord has taught me in the past five years. So, below is the post updated, with my correction. Er, rather, the Holy Spirit’s correction. I don’t know who the recent readers were, but I hope / trust they see this and read the correction. The correction, by the way, is in Step 4. I definitely will write more on trust in another post.


KickOffThoseShoes

Women don’t lie about being abused.

There is too much shame attached. Of course, this isn’t to say there aren’t women who will lie, so maybe I should qualify my statement: I have found that a woman in a marriage she values and wants to keep, to a man she loves and believes in, is more likely to lie by saying she has not been abused, than to lie by saying she has been abused.

And, just in case you aren’t sure where she stands in regards to her husband and her marriage, always assume she is telling the truth.

On the same note, I have found that when a man—any man—makes any statement of denial concerning abuse, he is always judging by his definition of abuse.

And, he is always wrong.

FUZZY SLIPPERS
Recently, a pastor and his wife became quite famous, as she advocated for his freedom from an Iranian prison. He was finally released last month, but the joy of his homecoming was dampened by her confession to supporters that he had been an abusive jerk.

(I might have added the “jerk” part.)

Instead of welcoming him home with open arms, she filed papers and sent the kids. They both remain in the public eye, seeking public affirmation, and claiming they want to keep their troubles “private.” As they both post about their private life on Facebook and grant interviews to the press, their claims to want privacy seem a little disingenuous.

All things being equal, he’s getting the lion’s share of the media attention, and she’s winning the Facebook sympathy vote. Her defenders, aka Team Wife, gather around and reinforce her victimization, while Team Husband assures him this is the Devil’s workIt is how church folks traditionally handle these kind of troubles.

Feeling sorry for the victim is natural, if not very helpful. It’s probably the main reason it took me so long to trust anyone to pray with me for my husband. I knew a pat on the hand wasn’t going to help me. Yes, his abuse hurt me very much, but I knew God did not define him by his sin. Of course, I wanted comforting—living in an abusive marriage is like walking in shoes that are not only too tight, but have cut glass for insoles. I was not about to refuse a pair of fuzzy slippers, but I did not want pity.  I wanted prayer partners to stand in the gap for us both. I wanted warring saints who would not fight against my husband, but fight the Enemy on his behalf.

Let me tell you, there were very few people I could trust. There were even fewer who actually believed he could be delivered.

I don’t know enough about these two people to know if they really want to save their marriage, but if they do, they are doing it wrong.  For more than three years they portrayed themselves as martyrs for the cause of Christ, and now that their secret sins have been brought into the light they each still want to play the martyr in their marriage.  Even worse, they are allowing the court of public opinion to try their cases against each other.

It’s not okay. In fact, it’s sickening. Well-intentioned Christians are feeding their egos with scores of Facebook comments.  Articles and interviews are skewed in favor of whichever victim the publication wants to defend. I suspect ghost writers have already been hired, with book deals under negotiation.

You can say I’m being critical, or worse, but I don’t think I’m wrong.  And, what you may not be detecting in my words is the real concern I have for them, and for the Body of Christ. If we actually care about these two people, then we should pray they stop this public show.

I have walked many miles in the shoes this woman now walks, which is the only reason I have the right to say anything. And, I know there are women reading this who are examining their own shoes right now and saying, “Yeah, those look familiar.” While this woman may never read my words of exhortation, those who are reading these words need to know that there is hope. Being in an abusive marriage doesn’t mean you must endure a life of suffering. However, you will have to reject the easy comfort of those fuzzy slippers. The proper footwear for a woman married to a High-Maintenance Man is combat boots.

COMBAT BOOTS
If you love your husband and want to save your marriage, despite his abusive behavior, I am going to share the short and simple advice I give every woman married to an abusive man. Of course, I prefer the term High Maintenance Men. I coined the term years ago, because I thought it accurately described a man who wasn’t exactly easy to love, but very much worth loving. Men cannot stay high maintenance, though. That is not God’s will. However, He has provided a way for men with abusive behaviors to be transformed by the power and grace of God at work in their lives, and when they have a Proverbs 31 woman willing to walk that walk of faith with them, they really are guaranteed to succeed.

God is always on the side of those who seek after righteousness! 

So, here are seven, simple steps to get started. (Sorry for the alliteration. It wasn’t on purpose!) Mind you: this is my simple version, with minimal detail, but maybe enough to stir your heart to faith and action.

Remember, what God did for me He will gladly do for you, too!

Step 1: Do not protect him.
There are many kinds of abuse. If you are being physically abused, or if he is engaged in illegal activity, leave or make him leave. Call the authorities. God does not honor our protecting him from the consequences of his illegal behavior, and physically hurting you—or anyone else—is illegal.

Step 2: Put your faith in God. 
If you are not a Christian, these shoes definitely won’t fit comfortably. Of course, knowing Christ isn’t a hard thing. Click HERE. Then, come right back. I’ll wait. 🙂

Step 3: Forgive him. 
Sometimes, we hold onto forgiveness like a trophy we will only bestow upon our husband once he has proven himself worthy. Bad idea! This is completely contrary to the Word of God, which makes it clear that unforgiveness is a sin that separates us from the Lord and frustrates His will in our lives. The truth is, unforgiveness is as great a transgression as his abuse. They both divide you from God, and from one another, and you cannot win this fight for your marriage without spiritual unity. You need to be playing for the same team! Holding onto unforgiveness is giving place to the Enemy, and that will only bring more division. It is a very spiritually powerless position that will almost guarantee the end of your marriage. 

Step 4: Forgiveness and trust work hand-in-hand.
Abuse violates trust, and this is one of the hardest things for anyone to get over. However, the Holy Spirit taught me that the Bible’s call to forgive 70 times 7 is a call to forgive as God forgives—that includes trusting that person once more. We are told in this world that trust must be earned, but that’s not true; it’s not even realistic. Trust is given. And, in the Christian marriage our trust is given to the One Who is the most trustworthy, our Heavenly Father, to not only accomplish the redemptive work that needs to be done in our marriage, but in the two members of that marriage. And, He will do that.  

Step 5: Trusting Him is essential.
Recovery is a process that takes time. Walking this road from brokenness to healing is going to require you have Someone to lean on every step of the way, and the only person who will be there for you even before you call to Him for help, is God. Putting your trust in Him as you begin this fight really is essential.

Step 6: Pursue Him.
No one is 100% innocent. Sometimes, women find that they are allowing a lot of “little” sins, like unforgiveness, into their life, and justifying them with his bad behavior. They don’t think of their discontentment as sin. Or, maybe, it’s gossip or greed they overlook. Or, just spiritually neglecting our walk with the Lord. There are so many ways we transgress. This is why I urge you to invite the Holy Spirit to examine your heart, to see if there are any “wicked ways” in you. Then, repent. And, keep repenting. And, then begin to pursue God like you did back in the day, when you were new to your faith. Stop skipping services, and other opportunities to be in fellowship. Take in every anointed sermon you can find (Sermon Index is a great source), and read the Word for yourself. Surround yourself with the Word. Make posters and hang them up around your house! Listen to worship music that is filled with spiritual truth. Pray like every prayer is a life-sustaining breath. You will need to be spiritually fit to fight this battle, so pursue the Lord with all your heart, as if your life depends on it.

Step 7: Leave him to God.
Let God take care him. Hopefully, you are working together to reconcile, so there should be much spiritual fellowship going on, but don’t take the position of being his spiritual mentor. You should not disciple your husband. The Holy Spirit may well use you to exhort and encourage him, but let God have His way with Him. Pray for him, tell God all the thing you think He needs to fix in him, but leave him to God.

NEW SHOES
The burden of recovery is not meant to be entirely on one person. Sometimes, one member is more able to take the steps of faith necessary to begin the process, but ultimately it takes two willing souls.  It is a shared burden, and a shared blessing, through which God can do a wonderful and remarkable work of restoration. And, restoration is my hope for this couple I’ve discussed, and for anyone reading this who is living under abuse.

Sister, kick off those shoes! If you need to pad around in fuzzy slippers for a time, give those blisters a chance to heal, that’s OK. However, you can’t stay in that easy place. You need to get to the work of fighting the spiritual battle that comes with being that Proverbs 31 woman. Abigail did not rush to confront David in her fuzzies! She knew what she was facing, and she was equipped and ready.

One day—this is the good news you need to remember every day—this fight will be over.  It really will! And, when it is done you can put those combat boots away. You won’t throw them out, because you are a Proverbs 31 woman. However, they won’t be your daily uniform. You’ll get to go out and buy yourself a brand new pair of any shoes you want! And, you can let him buy them for you.

The Promise After the Comma

Christmastime is often called The Season of Hope, but for the Christian every season is a season of hope. Being a Christian, we have good reason to hope and a good Father in Whom to place our hope!

Proverbs 13:12 talks about hope. It tells us that hoping can be very difficult sometimes!

“HOPE deferred makes the heart sick;
but when dreams come true at last,
there is life and joy.”
Proverbs 13:12 (TLB)

An easy illustration for that verse might be the expectant mother, waiting and hoping for the birth of her baby. Barring an unexpected incident, the mother-to-be has good reason to expect her dream will come true and her baby will eventually fill her arms.

Another illustration of that might be the parent who hopes for their prodigal to return home, and be restored to Christ. That is a harder scenario, because an infant in the womb cannot willfully refuse to be born. However, the wayward child can willfully refuse to be born again. This parent may hope for many, many years. And, I think that is the one we might describe as heart sick, the parent who waits for an unknown day when their prayers are finally answered.

Deferred Does Not Mean Denied

This past week I heard someone advising hurting wives about their husbands. They used this verse, Proverbs 13:12, to urge these women to give-up all hope of their husbands ever changing and becoming Christ-like men. “If you’ve been waiting and waiting, but it hasn’t happened, it is not God’s will, it is time to move on.” That is almost exactly what was said. This false teacher used this verse to give women permission from God to give-up, leave their husbands, and end their marriages!

Well, I’m sure you can guess that this did not sit well with me. I was actually dumbfounded. How could anyone make such a mistake, and interpret the holy Word of God so poorly—and so dangerously? This verse was twisted and warped so much that it became a contradiction of God’s Word.

I thought to myself that if I had heard this kind of counsel 25 years ago…oh, thank God I did not! I might not have been in a place emotionally or spiritually to stop, question, and consider the meaning of the whole verse. I might have trusted this counselor and self-anointed minister, though they never offered one sound proof for their interpretation. This false teacher was no less deceitful than the Serpent in the Garden, reassuring Eve that she was free to ignore God’s word and satisfy herself with the forbidden fruit.

Listening to this speaker twisting the interpretation of God’s Word was like watching a magician perform a sleight of hand trick. They not only ignored the portion of the verse that they could not warp, the promise after the comma, but they actually misinterpreted a common word we all know and use: deferred.

Let’s look at Merriam-Webster’s straightforward definition: withheld for or until a stated time. Have you ever deferred payment on your taxes? Or, received deferred enrollment to college? The bill isn’t denied, but payment is rescheduled for a later (but specific) date. Admission was not denied, but postponed for another semester.

In other words, to be perfectly clear, deferred does not mean denied. Withheld for a time is not denied.

This is good news by itself, but look at the promise after the comma: life and joy await. Oh, that is a great promise indeed! That is what God’s Word says to those who are walking according to His Word. As you wait day after day, do not believe the Devil’s lie that it is all in vain. When we are asking in agreement with God’s Word, why would He deny us? First John 5:14-15 assures us that He will not!

“And we are sure of this, that He will listen
to us whenever we ask Him for anything in line
with His will. And if we really know He is listening
when we talk to Him and make our requests,
then we can be sure that He will answer us.”
1 John 5:14-15 (TLB)

Do you see that promise after the comma? If He hears you, be sure that He will answer!

How Is Your Faith?

You might be asking: how do I know He hears me, that He is listening? Good question! Once again, we go to His Word for the answer.

“The Lord is far from the
wicked, but He hears the prayers
of the righteous.”
Proverbs 15:29 (TLB)

We have another promise after the comma. When we are in right standing with God, we can have every confidence that He hears our prayers. Therefore, according to 1 John 5:14-15, we can be sure that He will answer them.

How is your faith, Sister or Brother? That’s what it all comes down to, as we walk after the Lord. Hope is not a a wish or good intention, though we often use the word that way as we hope someone had a nice day or feels better soon. That is not the hope that comes from our faith in God and in His Word. That is a hope without substance, based on circumstance. Real hope comes by faith, and as we know Him and His Word more, that faith will grow. We will also learn to know His voice and His will for our lives.

God makes Himself very clear to us. He is not playing guessing games. Yet, the Enemy has deceived us into believing that God’s will is some mystery we must work our entire lives to discover. No, God will never hide His will from us. If we are struggling to know His will, it is only a matter of giving time to seek Him through prayer and in His Word.

Hold Fast

It is not always going to be easy to believe God for difficult things. There will be times when Doubt, Fear, and Confusion try to shake us from our foundation of faith. For me, those were the times I would read this passage that I kept taped to my bedroom wall for many years:

“Let us hold fast the confession of our HOPE without wavering,
for He who promised is faithful.” Hebrews 10:23

This verse offers us one more promise: He who promised is faithful.

Life and joy is awaiting you—hold fast! Literally, there is life and joy means it is a tree of life. How can one lose hope, when the promise of our hope is a tree of life? That is a promise, my friends. Do not give-up!

How We Ended Up Eating Sandwiches for Dinner

  • Went into the kitchen to put away clean dishes and get the kitchen ready to make dinner.
  • Noticed dish mat was wet.
  • Took it off and hung it out to dry.
  • Noticed an older mat out there, so I took it and put it in the laundry.
  • Saw some coffee drips on the counter (coffee maker is next to dish mat).
  • Cleaned the counter, before laying down a fresh mat.
  • Looked up from counter and noticed my windowsill was looking pretty sad.
  • Decided to clean windowsill, so I removed all my little vases, etc.
  • As I did that, I noticed the vining plant over the sink needed a vine hung-up.
  • Trying to hang the vine, I saw some cobwebs in the curtains and on the vine.
  • Dusting the cobwebs, I couldn’t ignore the dirty window glass.
  • The dirty window glass wasn’t as bad as the gunk in the window “gutter”, though—it’s a sliding window.
  • Asked Doug to help me with window glass and gunk, as he’s tall enough to reach the whole window and see into the “gutter”.
  • While he did that, our son-in-law arrived to check the refrigerator.
  • Emptied the top refrigerator shelf.
  • We only needed a new bulb.
  • Asked Doug to hand me the basket boxes I keep lightbulbs in, and noticed there were a lot of lightbulbs outside of the boxes. So, I asked him to hand me the whole mess.
  • Organized lightbulbs in boxes. Noticed boxes were a cobwebby and dusty.
  • Cleaned boxes, stacked them on top of each other, and then returned them to the shelf. Well, I tried. Doug offered to help, but I insisted, “I can do it!”
  • I miscalculated the height of the shelf. The smaller box fell on my head. (It still hurts.)
  • Replaced contents of box that fell, and asked Doug to lower shelf to make it taller, so I could stack the boxes and use less space.
  • Removing shelf to adjust brackets, we discovered the back of the shelf wall was disgusting.
  • Got the Swiffer out to clean wall.
  • Found a piece of random masking tape from Tim’s painting job a few weeks back. Removed it.
  • After cleaning the shelf wall, we moved the brackets. While Doug was doing something else, I adjusted the brackets I could reach.
  • I also noticed on the shelf below that some towels were folded wrong. Fixed that. Tidied the rest of the shelf.
  • Doug didn’t know I’d adjusted two brackets, so he made adjustments to my adjustments and we got very confused.
  • Finally, Doug believed the shelf was level. I did not. Not having a level, and living in a very crooked house, I figured it was straight enough.
  • Doug decided to still make the adjustment I had thought was needed. “It’s fine,” I said. “No,” he said, “I want it to be right.”
  • As we both looked up at what was now an obviously crooked shelf, I looked at him and laughed. “You just did that for yourself, didn’t you?” He smiled that smile: “I don’t often get to prove I’m right.”
  • Lightbulb boxes back in place. I start to replace the food from the top shelf of the refrigerator. I will wipe down the shelf first, I think.
  • I start wiping it down, but there’s smudge of something underneath.
  • I pull out the shelf. Clean it well in kitchen sink. Dry it off.
  • Starting to replace it, the rims it sits on are kinda crumby. Had to clean those.
  • Doug used the rest of the Swiffer cloth to catch cobwebs at the top of the kitchen walls.
  • Shelf returned to refrigerator.
  • Groceries returned to shelf.
  • Windowsill items returned, too.
  • Some gunk remains in the “gutter,” but it’ll have to wait until next time. ❤️

That Is Not A Cat

If you were trying to teach someone to identify a cat, how would you do it?

Would you show them pictures of rabbits and aligators and dogs and whales and zebras and every other animal in creation and then tell them, “That is not a cat”?

or

Would you show them pictures of Maine Coons and Abyssianians and Himilayans and Manx and Persians and Russian Blues and Siamese and tell them, “This is a cat”?

The answer’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? If you want to teach someone to recognize a cat, you show them pictures of cats. You might give them a cat to touch, or take them someplace where they could watch cats. You might even flick on a video about cats for them to see, or give them a book about cats to read. Toy cats would help, too! The point is, to learn to recognize a cat, you study the real thing.

It’s the same with anything we are trying to learn. We don’t learn to play the saxophone, by learnig to play the trombone. We don’t learn to cook, by ordering take-away. We don’t learn the types of flowers in our garden, by studying what isn’t a flower.

When we study the authentic item, we recognize the inauthentic easily. Bank tellers now have high tech means for testing counterfeit money, but they used to learn to recognize the coutnerfeit by studying the authentic. They learned everything there was to learn about real money, so that the counterfeit would stand out a mile away.

THIS IS A CAT

We live in a time when false prophets, false religions, false doctrines, and false teachers are rampant. They have always been around, but their numbers are multiplying. Gaining an audience is easier than ever; so is earning a profit. And, just as God raises up His true servants, so does Satan. The Devil is very good at promoting his own, but he is even better at deceiving the seeker. Why, he’s been doing that since the Garden! Adam and Eve walked with God, yet they were deceived by that lying serpent.

Well, the protection we need from being deceived isn’t going to be found by acquainting ourselves with these lies and liars. There are videos on YouTube, blog posts everywhere, and articles and books enough to fill a library that are full of these false religions and false prophets and false teachers. And, there are just as many that tear them apart piece by piece, telling you how they are each wrong—according to whomever is doing the telling. One video title I just saw was something to the effect of “Different Kinds of Witchcraft Christians Need to Know!” No, thank you! I don’t need to know about witchcraft. I need to know more about Jesus!

If we claim to be Christ followers, than knowing Him more should be a pleasure. How do we get to know Him? By reading His Word. We need to know what the Bible says. We need to study the Word of God, so that when someone makes a false claim we’ll know immediately to turn a deaf ear to them. We have to become that kind of people, especially in the day in which we live. Studying the counterfeit won’t help us recognize the authentic. It is knowing God’s Word that will equip us.

Bear in mind: we don’t have to become biblical scholars. We don’t need to dissect the cat and discover what a cat liver looks like compared to a dog liver. However, we do have to open the book. Being in the Word daily—throughout the day—will cause it to become ingrained in us.

Psalm 119:105 says, “Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.” Could it be more clear? If you want to stay in the light of truth, if you do not want to stumble on this path you’re walking, know God’s Word.

Blogtober 2021: Day 31

TODAY’S THEME?

As some may know, I today’s theme was a duplicate of 10/22’s theme. So, I’ve written a new theme for today. It’s a little different from the other themes, because am asking a question this time around.

Before you scroll down to read the new theme, I just want to express my thanks to you all for connecting and participating. I am catching up on reading posts, and enjoying them so much. It’s been great to meet many new bloggers! I love this little blogosphere world. ❤

Blogtober Theme for October 31:

If you knew the answer would be yes, what question would you ask?

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OH NO! Attention: Blogtober Particpants

Do You See What I See?

As I was prepping tomorrow’s last post to share the last day’s theme, I noticed a really big mistake! Do you see it? Ohmygoodness! If you haven’t noticed it, I will point it out to you: I duplicated a theme: Day 22 is the same theme as Day 31. I feel pretty bad about this. Nothing to be done about the graphic now, of course, but I thought I should let it be known.

So, the theme tomorrow will be a SURPRISE. I will post it at 12:01AM, EST., for anyone who is interested. Not the end of the world, but maybe it’s kind of funny. ❤

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Blogtober Countdown to the End: YOU DID IT!

TODAY’S THEME: Religion

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If I missed you, or you want to join now, please let me know!

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