Keeping Busy

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It’s been a year now since we signed on the dotted line for this retirement home. And we couldn’t be happier. Life is good. Oh. There have been adjustments all right. The man of the house lived in our former state for ten months before joining me full time in retirement. Now he’s busy taking care of projects around the house. He’s still adjusting to not having a strict schedule, but he’ll get there. It just takes time.

Looking back to my working years, I can now see how I never had time to do much of anything but work. But then, that seems to be the way the system is made. Forty hours of work each week leaves precious little time for much of anything else. Oh. We all try to squeeze in as much life as we can into those evening and weekend hours, but they’re never enough. And a few weeks vacation plus holidays sure don’t go far enough to ease the stress of a heavy workload.

But this year of not working has taught me something. I really enjoy having that extra forty hours in my week. I sure seem to find enough to keep myself busy. Sure. There are times I’m doing nothing. But there are days when I have a full schedule. Now. My full schedule doesn’t look the same as it did in the past. My day doesn’t start as early and it isn’t as rushed. I don’t always have places to go and people to see. But that’s just fine. I like it that way.

Here’s what I do know. In retirement, we can’t just sit around in our recliner and do nothing. Oh sure. I imagine that as old age creeps in, we’ll slow down. At some point, physical ailments and health problems will slow down some activities. But until those things begin to happen on a regular basis, we need to be active. We need to move our bodies and our brains. We need to engage in meaningful conversations with others, young and old. We need to volunteer and give back time to others who don’t have the time. We can start hobbies we never had time for when we were working.

At this point, I’ve discovered that retirement is a very enjoyable period of life. I hadn’t really thought much about what my retirement would look like, but I’m liking it. Over the past few months, I’ve begun walking most mornings. And I’ve become a pickleball player. I’m involved in a small group Bible study at church, and I’m starting to volunteer with the midweek children’s program. Oh. I don’t know the two people I’ve been assigned to work with. I don’t know the kids. I only know two people who are involved with the entire program, so I’m a little unsettled. But I’ll find my way. Does it make me nervous to get out of my comfort zone? Absolutely. Does it stop me? Absolutely not.

Whatever you do, do well. For when you go to the grave, there will be no work or planning or knowledge or wisdom. Ecclesiastes 9:10

And the man of the house? He’s getting involved with a couple of men’s groups at church. One group meets for coffee early one morning each week. Oh. It’s a social group, but they’re building relationships and that’s mighty important. He’s also joined the men’s Bible study group that meets once a week. And he’s volunteering with another group to build beds for kids who don’t have one.

This man of mine. He’s also helping the next door neighbor burn down their huge brush pile. He says he likes to burn things, but he also has a huge heart for helping others. And he’s putting that gift to good use. Oh. He comes in the house sweaty and exhausted, but he’s doing a good deed for others who are still working fulltime. Every little bit of help makes a difference.

Here’s the thing I’ve learned. It’s easy to get into a rut and never do anything that challenges me. I could sit in my easy chair all day and scroll on my phone or laptop. I could easily sit and read all day. I could complain that I don’t know very many people in this new place that I willingly moved to. I could just do nothing. But that’s not what God has called me to do. I’m still healthy. I’m still active enough that I can help others and I can also have fun. And there are days that I don’t do much of anything. My goal is to accomplish one thing each day, large or small. At least one thing.

I’ve met a couple of people who moved to the area in the past few years, and they’ve told me that they don’t know anyone. Their method of meeting others is working out at the fitness center. But I wonder just how many people they meet there? Most people go there to work out, not to be social. I take it that they don’t attend church or volunteer anywhere. That would be a depressing way to grow old. Never meeting anyone or doing anything. Just sitting all day. I can’t do that. At least, not at this point.

It takes courage to get out of your comfort zone. And I’ve found that even though the nervousness comes around, it won’t kill me. I’m not doing anything dangerous. I’m just getting involved so I can stay active, meet others and build lasting relationships. I plan to grow old in this place. I don’t want to spend my final years complaining because I don’t know anyone when I haven’t done anything to meet others. So I’m putting myself in uncomfortable situations and plowing through that discomfort. Someday I’m sure I’ll see the bright side of my efforts.

Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. Remember that the Lord will give you an inheritance as your reward, and that the Master you are serving is Christ. Colossians 3:23-24

Facelift

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A woman who has grown famous by pushing her daughters into fame has admitted to having her second facelift. She’ll be seventy soon, and I must say she looks beautiful. There are no more wrinkles on that pretty face of hers. Oh. Her first facelift was fifteen years ago, so it was time for a refresh, or so she says. And she admits that not everyone who is aging will go this route, but this is her way of aging gracefully. She goes under the knife to age gracefully. Think about that for a minute. But then. She’s worth millions or maybe billions, so she can do whatever she wants with the money she has earned by offering up her daughters to fame and fortune. Apparently, it’s working.

As everyone on this earth will face death, so too will this woman. Hopefully, that won’t happen anytime soon, but she isn’t invincible. She is continuing to age regardless of her efforts to hide it. Oh sure. She can hide behind her pretty smooth face and tell the world she’s aging gracefully. But she’s also had a hip replaced. Who knows what other health related issues she lives with that are kept under lock and key. But really. We don’t need to know her medical history. And now we know what we don’t need to know. Oh. Many suspected this last surgery. When you compare photos of her from earlier this year to her new photo shoot, there is an obvious difference. She’s proud of the way she looks. I guess she thinks she earned it. After all, her definition of aging gracefully seems to be working well for her.

And. She’s trying to profit off of her new look. She’s had t-shirts printed up by her son’s company to sell to women who want to be like her. There will be those who buy the shirt and wear it proudly. And some will probably be inspired to undergo unnecessary surgery, too.

This woman can have all the surgeries she wants, but underneath that smooth veneer she is still aging. Surgeries can only do so much to help her age gracefully. The cut of the knife won’t change her age. It will make her look like an older woman who’s trying to look younger. An older woman who’s afraid to accept the natural beauty in a wrinkled face or sagging body parts or stretchy skin. It happens to all of us. She wants to look as young and fresh as her daughters. Some people say she now looks like them. And others say she choreographs her life to be photo-ready at all times.

But does she know that keeping up with youth comes at a price. And I’m not just talking about a financial price. Does she still have any elasticity left in her skin, or was it all pulled too tight? She can probably afford anything money can buy, thanks to being the momager of her daughters’ careers. Her management of her girls has made at least one of them a billionaire. Reports indicate that she has helped her children start fifteen businesses. Fifteen. And according to industry sources, she gets a ten percent payout from everything her family does. Imagine.

For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. Romans 3:23

The question I would ask is this. Has she had plastic surgery on her soul? Or. Is it still stained with unconfessed sin? Has she confessed her sins and repented of her sinful ways? Is she following the teachings of Jesus Christ? Does she even believe in God and his saving power?

One day she too will stand before her Maker and her life will be examined closely. It will be far too late for any type of spiritual surgery. What our Heavenly Father sees on that day will be what he bases her final judgment on. No going back. No physical surgery can fix what she will face in that meeting with her Maker. Regardless of how youthful she looks on that fateful day, God will be searching his records to see if her name is in the Book of Life.

The thing is. God sees this woman and he loves her so much. He isn’t interested in all the unneeded surgeries she puts herself through to make herself acceptable to society. He cares about what he sees on the inside of her. He cares so deeply about her soul and its condition. It isn’t important to him that she has millions of dollars stashed away, or that she owns multiple homes. He isn’t impressed with the nips and tucks. That isn’t what makes him love her. He loves her because she’s created in his image, and he wants her to want him. He’s jealous for her love and affection. He wants her to commit her life to him. She’s wasted so many years of her life living for herself. Making herself into an older woman who thinks she’s aging gracefully by cutting and smoothing out her skin won’t gain God’s approval. It isn’t smooth skin that will save her in the end. Doesn’t she know that?

God’s the Creator of the universe, and he’s the master surgeon when it comes to aging gracefully into eternity. He knows the only solution to an eternal life with him is eradicating the sinfulness of her life. Oh. She still has time to turn her life over to him. He’s still waiting. Patiently waiting. I wonder if she’ll ever give him the time of day as she schedules photo shoots and interviews and schemes up new business deals for her kids. Will she ever make time for God?

You may not be planning to have a face lift to stall the aging process. And you may not have repented of your sins. But there is still an opportunity for you to do so. As long as there is breath in your lungs, you can still turn to God. Don’t be deceived by the planning and scheming in today’s world. Don’t let your heart be hardened against God, but trust in him and repent today. While there is still time.

Be careful then, dear brothers and sisters. Make sure that your own hearts are not evil and unbelieving, turning you away from the living God. You must warn each other every day, while it is still “today,” so that none of you will be deceived by sin and hardened against God. For if we are faithful to the end, trusting God just as firmly as when we first believed, we will share in all that belongs to Christ. Remember what it says: “Today when you hear his voice, don’t harden your hearts as Israel did when they rebelled.” Hebrews 3:12-15

Clinically Speaking

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Earlier this spring, I took pickleball lessons. One hour a week for four weeks. Oh. I learned to play pickleball, and I’ve been playing it weekly ever since. It’s a fun sport for us non-sporty retirees. Yeah. Injuries can happen. I’ve heard the horror stories. And I’ve noticed that my pickleball group and I have continued to improve from our once weekly games. We have seen definite improvement week over week. We’re getting better, but we’re nowhere near pro status. That isn’t our goal. We just want to have fun.

When we were leaving the courts last week, I saw a sign indicating it was time to register for pickleball leagues for the fall. I’m not ready for that. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready for that. I’m still very much a beginner. I dug around on the park district’s website to learn more about the park’s fall pickleball plans. I discovered that they offer a three-week clinic for beginner and intermediate players. I think I’ll join. I want to sharpen my skills and solidify my knowledge of the rules, which is somewhat slippery at times. There are lots of rules in pickleball.

I sent the link to my pickleball crew, but it seems that no one can join me. And that’s ok. I can sharpen my skills with a new group of beginners. But I wonder. When will I stop seeing myself as a beginner? Because, at this point, I feel I don’t do anything intentionally when I’m playing. The way I serve or volley or lob or dink just happen. And yes, dink is a pickleball term. I want to be an intentional player.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. 2 Corinthians 5:17

I became a Christian when I was a young child. I remember the night. Our church was having a revival, and we went to church every night for about a week. And it was during the school year. My family never missed a service, so we went every night regardless of whether we had school the next day or not. At the end of the service one night, I went to the altar and asked Jesus to forgive my sins. I became a new creation in Christ that night. I think I was eight or nine.

Oh. My family attended church every time the church doors were open. If there was a service or an event at church, we were there. I attended Sunday School, church, prayer meetings, revival services, missionary meetings, VBS and church camp. It was what we did. We went to church. My parents were faithful followers of Christ, and they instilled that practice into their children.

Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian, the same as taking pickleball classes doesn’t make you a pickleball champion. There is a learning process and the daily practice of abiding by biblical principles that grow our relationship with Christ. Yes. We still need to attend church and attend often. We need to be involved with fellow believers. And we should be involved in the work of the church in some way. But works don’t make us a Christian, and works won’t get us into heaven.

It’s the daily laying down of our will and surrendering to walking the path of Christianity that helps grow our faith. In order to know God’s Word, we must read it on a regular basis. And we must study the Bible. It isn’t enough to just read it. It isn’t a novel we read once and then set aside. We must dig into it and seek to understand what God is saying to us. We must spend time in prayer, not just praying for things we want. We must pray for the needs of others, and we must pray for our spiritual and political leaders. We must pray that people who don’t know Jesus as their Lord and Savior will make that commitment. Actually, we must pray about everything. There is nothing off limits that we can’t pray about. And we must practice sound biblical ethics. There’s no point in becoming a Christian if we still plan to lie, cheat and steal and commit other ungodly behaviors.

Being a new Christian is similar to being a novice pickleballer. We need to be mentored by someone who has spent years honing their commitment to Christ and then are willing to share that knowledge with newbies. We can sign up for the new Bible study group at church, so we can learn more about God’s Word and build relationships with other believers. Oh sure. Getting involved with others may be risky. But isn’t going it alone just as risky? Anyone who’s ever tried to play pickleball alone knows it’s impossible. You can hit the ball against a wall all you want, but it isn’t the same as playing a game with a foursome of players. To get the full effect of pickleball, you need to play real games with other players. It’s the same in Christianity. We must spend time with other believers who will encourage us and sharpen us in our walk with Christ. We need accountability.

Oh. Neither pickleball or Christianity are rocket science, but there is a learning curve as a beginner. And what I mean is that, as a Christian, we need to find solid biblical teachers to guide us. Just as my first pickleball instructor left out a lot of pickleball rules and details that beginners need to know, some Bible teachers interpret Scriptures incorrectly and can lead new believers down the wrong path. And there are “Bible” teachers and people who identify as Christians who don’t teach biblical truths. We need to find Christian teachers who teach sound biblical truths. They’re out there, but you may have to search until you find a biblically sound church with solid preachers and teachers. Just don’t stop learning and don’t settle for questionable teaching. You won’t regret all the biblical truths and practices you will learn if you make a habit of lifelong learning.

Discombobulated

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Several Sundays ago, I walked into the church sanctuary and saw people sitting in my row and the row behind mine. I call it my row, because it’s where I sit every Sunday. They weren’t sitting in my exact spot, but they were in my row. So I kindly asked them if the seats were taken, and they said yes. I moved one row up and sat down. They must be visitors, I thought. I had never seen any of the people sitting in those two rows, so I wasn’t sure what was going on. They seemed to know each other, because they were chatting away.

As the sanctuary began to fill up, I noticed the family who usually sits behind me was sitting across the aisle. Since no specific family sits in the row in front of me each week, I wasn’t sure who would be misplaced there. But the very tall family who usually sits two rows in front of me sat right in front of me on this particular Sunday. They’re giants. And I couldn’t see a thing.

I noticed other people being displaced to other seats that morning, as well. I bet they were wondering the same thing as me. Why is everyone sitting in the wrong seat this morning? Who are those strangers taking up two rows? Are they going to be here next week, too? Is this our new normal?

When it was time to greet people around us, I turned around and shook the stranger’s hands. I had no hard feelings, but I hoped they didn’t ask if they were in my seat. I wasn’t sure how I could say yes without being cynical. So much for being a gracious Christian.

Oh. I hadn’t planned to say anything to these strangers about the fact that they were sitting in my row. But I was thinking it, and I knew I was wrong. I wouldn’t say I had a bad attitude, but I was borderline.

At the end of the service, the pastor announced a baby dedication. Sure enough. These two rows of people were with the new parents whose baby was being dedicated. I must say I breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since that Sunday, I’ve realized that a few families have intentionally moved from their usual seats. And I’ve wondered why. There’s no rhyme or reason for it that I can tell. Oh. Some of these families arrive just after the service starts, so they don’t always have a prime choice. But they’re now choosing to sit in a different section altogether. I don’t understand. What made them switch?

Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life. Proverbs 4:23

And this past Sunday, I’m not sure what was happening. Several people were sitting in rows they don’t normally sit in. Once again, I’m stumped. Because when one family sits in the wrong row, it’s a domino effect. Several other families and rows are impacted. It could get ugly, but I’ve never seen that happen.

Oh. I know these are trivial matters in the whole scheme of things. But sometimes it takes only one small change to throw someone into a very difficult mood. Even in church, these things happen.

But then again. My mind goes back to eleven months ago when I walked into that church for the first time. I knew that wherever I sat, someone was probably going to be displaced. Because we know that everyone has their special seat. And I’ve continued to sit in the same general area every Sunday. I’ve noticed that one couple who had initially sat a row or two in front of me now sit across the aisle. I’ve wondered on occasion if I’ve displaced them permanently. I’ll probably never know. She did introduce herself to me early on, but she hasn’t spoken to me since. Even when I ran into her at the garden center months later, she didn’t acknowledge me. Most likely, she didn’t recognize me. That’s what I tell myself.

Sometimes we just make mountains out of molehills. There’s nothing to worry about, but we catch ourselves stewing about what we say is nothing. But that’s not really what we’re thinking. And we allow that nothing to simmer until it’s something big in our minds. And we just can’t seem to let it go.

Why do we adults act like kids? Why don’t we just move on when we say we’re “fine” but we really aren’t? Life could be so much simpler if we didn’t let the little things become so big. Our hearts just aren’t in the right place. And we take things way too personally. Let’s act like adults. And if we call ourselves Christians, let’s overlook the small stuff and pay attention to the really important things. Life doesn’t have to be as difficult and awkward as we make it.

And, I have to be honest. As a woman, I notice this mainly in women. Myself included. I don’t see men getting bent out of shape about someone sitting in their seat in church. I don’t hear men complaining about someone ignoring them at the garden center. We women can be really petty and pretend to be godly at the same time. Don’t think I’m pointing the finger at you. I’m preaching to myself when I say this.

Ugh. Heaven sure looks sweeter all the time. At least I won’t be faced with these trivial matters once I get there.

Playing Possum

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It was during my morning walk. I was nearing the end of my first lap, getting ready to start the second one. That’s when I saw it. There was a possum lying on the other side of the road. It lay perfectly still. Never moving. I wasn’t sure if it was dead or alive, but I didn’t want to get too close. I couldn’t see any injuries or worse on it. There were no flies swarming around, and I didn’t see any blood. I wondered. Could that possum be playing me? Could it be playing dead? Did it want me to assume that it was of no further use on this earth? I don’t know. But I did know that I didn’t want to find out. Now mind you. I don’t know if a possum would try to attack a human, but I didn’t want to find that out, either. So I continued on my walk. But, I decided to shorten the second lap so I wouldn’t pass by the animal again.

The next day, I noticed that the possum wasn’t there. Hmmm. Something sounds fishy to me. And two days later when I walked by, I noticed a peculiar odor in that area. I don’t know if the possum had died and someone had moved it into the ditch. I didn’t stop to find out. And then the following day, there was no foul odor. So, I don’t know what happened to the possum. I really don’t think he was dead, but I can’t be sure.

I read that possums play dead when they feel threatened. It’s a natural defense mechanism that occurs when their attempt to ward off a predator fails. They just drop over and enter a death-like state. This seemingly innocent act saves them from actual death. They fake out their opponents by pretending to die before their opponent actually kills them.

Pretending to die isn’t a strategy the possum chooses. It’s a natural reflex to extreme stress and physical threats. Faking their death keeps them alive to live another day.

Obviously, I’m not trying to win the approval of people, but of God. If pleasing people were my goal, I would not be Christ’s servant. Galatians 1:10

There are people who call themselves Christian, but they don’t live according to biblical principals. They pretend to be one thing when they’re something else. They fake out innocent victims who are searching for the truth in the hopes of detracting them from it. They don’t instinctively roll over and play dead, but they do pretend to be something they’re not. Are they playing a human version of possum just to avoid a stressful situation?

Sometimes even strong believers have a moment of weakness and assume a posture of hypocrisy in order to avoid criticism. When our beliefs clash with those of other believers, we can agree to disagree if the disagreement is one that does not conflict with the essential teachings of salvation. Some biblical teachings are essential for all believers who call themself Christians. And some are not essential. When we do disagree on a secondary issue, we can choose to disagree agreeably. There are times when compromise is necessary, but only when we aren’t compromising the truth of God’s Word. The Word of God can never be compromised. It is infallible.

Even the apostle Peter had a moment of hypocrisy. As a Jew, he lived in accordance with the Jewish laws. But then he went to Antioch to preach to the Gentiles who had much different standards. And when he was with the Gentiles, he lived as a Gentile. He didn’t adhere to the strict Jewish laws. But when some Jewish friends came to visit, he wouldn’t eat with the Gentiles. He was even able to sway other Jewish converts to follow his pattern of hypocrisy. Peter thought he was just trying to create a harmonious atmosphere, but he was caught in the middle of two sets of belief. And he was called out for it when Paul visited and confronted him to his face. Paul called him a hypocrite. Paul knew that Peter stood on dangerous ground when he chose to change his beliefs when faced with both sides of the argument. You can’t have it both ways and still be right.

As a result, other Jewish believers followed Peter’s hypocrisy, and even Barnabas was led astray by their hypocrisy. Galatians 2:13

Was it fear of not being accepted by his fellow Jewish partners that caused him to set aside eating with the Gentiles? Or, was it because he was just trying to play nice with everyone? Peter was a leader among Christian leaders and he failed in his actions. Oh. He’s not the first. And he probably won’t be the last. But there’s a lesson for us today.

We can’t pretend to believe one thing when we’re with one group of believers and then pretend we believe something different when we’re with another set of believers. We need to know what we believe and why we believe it. And then we must stand strong in our convictions. Not everyone will agree with us, but that’s ok. Let’s not live as hypocrites. Let’s stand strong in biblical beliefs so others can be won to Christ because of our steadfast testimony. We can’t act against what we know is right just to please others. Our goal as Christians must be to please God. No one else.

Even when we face potential criticism because of our faithful stance of obeying God, we don’t have to bow to the pressures of others. God is on our side, and he continually fights for us. We don’t need to please others just to get along. We can respect differences of beliefs and opinions while we stand for truth. We have to remind ourselves that God is the one who examines our motives. He’s the one who is truth, and he knows when we stand for or against it.

For we speak as messengers approved by God to be entrusted with the Good News. Our purpose is to please God, not people. He alone examines the motives of our hearts. 1 Thessalonians 2:4

Unearned Favor

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We moved to a new state eleven months ago. This new state doesn’t have the bank where we have banked for our entire marriage. So, throughout the last months, we have been slowly moving checking and savings accounts to a new bank closer to home. It’s been a process. Stopping and restarting automatic payments and deposits. Hoping we haven’t forgotten any. I think we’ve finally crossed the finish line with the previous bank. Oh. We didn’t have any complaints with the former bank. We just needed a bank that was close to home. Not two states away.

We happened to be near a branch of the old bank a couple of weeks ago, so we stopped in to finally close out all the accounts. It was the end of an era. As we sat down with the bank manager, he pulled up our accounts. He calculated any interest that might be owed on the small amount we still had in the bank so he could produce a final check for us. And then he said the words we all hope to hear but usually don’t. Do you have another account? I told him that we had already moved our investment accounts, so no. There are no other accounts.

But lo and behold. There was an account in the name of the man of the house. It had sat dormant for many years. And the balance in that account blew us away. How could an account with that much money be forgotten and set aside? How does that happen? I don’t know. But it did.

I have to confess. As I sat there, I created in my mind a long list of ways to spend that wad of unknown money. We had hit paydirt. Oh no. Don’t get me wrong. We weren’t suddenly wealthy. But when you’re told you have a nice amount of money coming to you that you didn’t expect, you get a little excited. But I do have to admit that I sat there waiting for the shoe to drop. Would he discover that the account really wasn’t my husbands? Would the man have to come clean that what he thought was our account really wasn’t? But no. He didn’t. And we walked away with a lot more money than we had expected. It felt good to have that extra cash in our pocket.

What will we do with the money? You ask. I have no idea. Right now it’s sitting in a savings account accruing a very small amount of interest. But it’s ours, and it feels good. To be honest, I could have it spent in no time. Our new home has a host of updates that need to be made. Oh. We’re whittling down the list a little at a time, so every little bit of unplanned financial surprise is just that. A surprise.

Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms. 1 Peter 4:10

Did you know that the word grace was used 124 times in the New Testament? And the apostle Paul used that same word 86 times in his writings. Grace is undeserved favor in God speak. And grace is getting something that we shouldn’t get without working for it. But God gives it to us without charge to us. Oh. There was a payment for grace. A huge sacrifice. Anyone who knows anything about the Bible knows that the sacrifice was God’s only Son, Jesus Christ. Jesus was crucified and died on a cross for the sins of every person who has ever had life. We didn’t have to ask for this favor. It was given to us freely. At least, it’s free for us. Someone did die for us to have that favor. And he did it willingly.

I think about the free gift of grace. It’s similar to the free money we discovered in a forgotten checking account. Oh. But this gift of grace is different.  It has eternal consequences.

Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. Ephesians 4:29

When I think of grace, I’m reminded of the neighbor who shoveled my driveway all winter.  And he asked if I minded if he did it.  And then another neighbor recently loaned us two window air conditioning units when our central air stopped working. They didn’t have to offer these acts of kindness to us, but they did it from the bottom of their hearts with no expectations of receiving anything in return. That’s what grace is. Good neighbors. Kind hearts. Acts of generosity.

Grace is an act of kindness we don’t expect or deserve.  It’s just given free of charge without any expectation of repayment.  So when the snow shoveling neighbor asked if we would mow his lawn while he was on vacation, you bet we said yes.  And when the air conditioning neighbor asked to use our water line and hose while he worked on a concrete project next door, you bet we agreed. 

God’s grace extends to everyone who calls on his name for salvation. We can also offer grace in a multitude of ways to those who need a helping hand or a favor. They may ask, but they may not. We can still offer a loving hand to help.

I remember the story of Jesus stopping to rest at a well outside of the town of Sychar in Samaria. He knew that a woman with a checkered past would come to the well in the heat of the day to draw water. She didn’t come with the masses of women during the cool morning hours, for fear of being rejected. She came alone when no one would be around. Except on this day, Jesus sat there waiting. He asked for water, and she was surprised at the request because he was Jewish. She knew Jews looked down on Samaritans. And then he offered her living water that would quench her thirst forever. She questioned how that was possible. So he told her of this living water that would change her life. And he continued on to tell her that he knew of her five husbands and that the man she currently lived with wasn’t her husband. He didn’t judge her or rebuke her. In love he offered her forgiveness and grace. Undeserved favor. And desperate for it, she gratefully accepted the invitation. And she ran and told the people of her town the good news.

Oh. Don’t be fooled. This woman from Samaria was very aware of the tensions between the Jews and her people. She knew exactly why Jews wouldn’t associate with people from her region, so she was very surprised when this obviously Jewish man sitting alone at the well asked her to get him a drink of water. She didn’t hesitate to serve him, but she had questions and he had the answer she didn’t know she needed.

You can read the story of the Samaritan woman at the well in John 4.

But God is so rich in mercy, and he loved us so much, that even though we were dead because of our sins, he gave us life when he raised Christ from the dead. (It is only by God’s grace that you have been saved!) Ephesians 2:4-5

Yet God, in his grace, freely makes us right in his sight. He did this through Christ Jesus when he freed us from the penalty for our sins. Romans 3:24

Did the bank manager, out of the goodness of his heart, just randomly offer us a sum of money that wasn’t owed us? Did the neighbor just randomly choose me out of thin air to shovel my driveway? Did the other neighbor happen to walk down the street and assume our air conditioning wasn’t working because our windows were open? No. The banker realized the money legally belonged to us, so he set the bank right with us. The neighbor shoveled our driveway because he knew I was living alone. The other neighbor offered the two air conditioners when I happened to mention our situation during a random conversation. These men used the gifts they had to serve those who were in need. Oh. They didn’t have to offer anything, but they did. And that’s exactly what Jesus Christ offers to anyone who comes to him. He offers forgiveness, grace and mercy. He will wipe our slate of sins clean when we confess and repent. He will make us a new person ready and willing to serve him. The least we can do is bow in submission and receive the free gift of salvation that he is offering.

God’s Goodness in My Morning Walk

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As I rounded the corner to turn west that morning, the flag flying low slapped me in the face. Oh. I walk by this flag every morning, but I barely notice it. This brush across the face by the stars and stripes reminded me that I’ve been slapped with freedom just by being born in this country. It reminded me that I’m proud to be a citizen of this great nation. Politics aside, I’m living free. And that feels good.

But I also notice a few less patriotic scenes as I walk along. One of the recently sold houses was purchased by a young family. I’ve never seen the kids, but I see all their bicycles and toys and deflated inflatables lying on the lawn. For the life of me, I don’t understand why they don’t pick up these toys each night and put them away. And, for pete’s sake, the SOLD sign is still stuck in their yard. But the scene that I witnessed that morning outshone all the mess before me. I saw the mom and dad on the porch hugging each other as they shared a morning kiss. They stayed in that embrace for a few seconds before he pulled away. As he walked down the stairs to his truck, he timidly smiled at me.

Oh. I’ve noticed this couple on the front porch several other mornings, just not in a sweet embrace. I’ve seen them sitting there chatting before their busy day starts. One morning, they were sitting on the lawn and she held a book in hand. I imagined that she was reading the Bible to her husband as a loving way to start the day. But I don’t know if that’s true or not. It’s refreshing to see a young couple enjoying each other’s presence before the house erupts with kid’s needs.

Enter his gates with thanksgiving; go into his courts with praise. Give thanks to him and praise his name. Psalm 100:4

On around the corner sat the sheriff’s car. I’m not sure if he was processing paperwork or waiting for speeders. Either way, I walked on by without hesitation. I’ve seen this car in the church parking lot many other times, but never with a law enforcement officer sitting in it.

I’ve had multiple occasions to meet dogs while getting my steps in. One such morning, I walked past a trailer just as the owner opened the door to let her two dogs out. One rushed at me and brushed against my leg. As I continued walking, the owner yelled with her gruff, smoky voice to get back here, with a profanity thrown in for good measure. Each morning that same dog barks at me from inside the trailer as I walk past, and the owner lets out a gruff rebuke each time.

On one morning’s walk, I had the opportunity to meet a dog named Goldie. Her owner held tightly to the leash, because she said Goldie would want to follow me. I told her that I once had a dog that would try the same thing. Goldie seemed to be mild mannered and gentle. She didn’t rush toward me or make a sound as I walked past. Oh. I called her by name so she would hopefully see me as a friendly sort.

Further on in my walk, another dog ran through a neighbor’s yard toward me. Oh. He was a friendly guy. He’s a hunting dog. I had met him a few month’s earlier when he got loose one morning. At that point, I had no clue where he lived or who owned him, so I was able to pull him into the house and call the number on his collar. The owner later came to pick him up. Through my morning walks, I’ve now discovered where Toby lives. He barks at me each morning as I walk past his house. He doesn’t realize I rescued him months earlier. But on this particular morning, he ran toward me from a yard that was not his. As I reached to find his owner’s phone number on his tag, he felt the shock from his collar. Off he ran toward home. And as I continued on my path to home, I heard his owner yelling loudly at him over and over again.

I notice the cars and trucks on the streets as people are leaving to begin a new workday. I’m thankful that my years of daily work have come to an end, and look forward to years ahead of slow living. I hope these workers realize that while the days are long the years really are short. Soon, they will be the ones pursuing a slower pace of life.

I see the old 2-story Victorian that recently had a facelift. It now looks loved and well cared for. It now looks inviting. I would love to commend the owner if I ran into them on the sidewalk. If only the neighboring houses would follow suit. Too many houses in this small town don’t have any appeal, yet the streets are lined with years old trees. It’s obvious the houses and the village have been around for many, many years, but the pride in it has fallen to a severely low point. I discovered a lawn ornament in the lawn across the street from that spiffed up house. I’m not sure how long it has sat there, but I have to believe it’s been a long while. The pale blue toilet sure makes a statement, all right.

I noticed the alley that I recently learned has likely been used as a drug selling spot at one point in history. I avoid walking that path. Now the owner of the big house has a legitimate job and the illegal sales seemed to have stopped. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. If only he would take care of his property, the neighbors would rejoice.

As I turn the curve to my street, I notice how it is lined with trees to the west. I walk the remaining yards to my front door, and head to the shower to remove all traces of sweat. It’s gonna be a good day.

Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the Lord forever. Psalms 23:6

Why am I thankful for this phase of life I’m in? There is power and freedom in a slow lifestyle. Living in a simple, half-forgotten village that seeks for relevance is not for everyone. It’s a quiet life that I’m loving. And I’m reminded each day on my walks that God is so, so good to me. I have so much to be thankful for. For many years I lived with the hustle and bustle of city living, full-time work and busyness. Retirement brings contentment and fulfillment in ways I never imagined. Life is good.

He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. Philippians 1:6

I love You, Lord
Oh, Your mercy never failed me
All my days, I’ve been held in Your hands
From the moment that I wake up
Until I lay my head
Oh, I will sing of the goodness of God

And all my life You have been faithful
And all my life You have been so, so good
With every breath that I am able
Oh, I will sing of the goodness of God

I love Your voice
You have led me through the fire
And in darkest night You are close like no other
I’ve known You as a Father
I’ve known You as a Friend
And I have lived in the goodness of God, yeah

And all my life You have been faithful
And all my life You have been so, so good
With every breath that I am able
Oh, I will sing of the goodness of God, yeah!

‘Cause Your goodness is running after, it’s running after me
Your goodness is running after, it’s running after me
With my life laid down, I’m surrendered now
I give You everything
‘Cause Your goodness is running after, it’s running after me
‘Cause Your goodness is running after, it’s running after me
Your goodness is running after, it’s running after me
With my life laid down, I’m surrendered now
I give You everything
‘Cause Your goodness is running after (It keeps running after me)

And all my life You have been faithful
And all my life You have been so, so good
With every breath that I am able
Oh, I’m gonna sing of the goodness of God
I’m gonna sing, I’m gonna sing
‘Cause all my life You have been faithful
And all my life You have been so, so good
With every breath that I am able
Oh, I’m gonna sing of the goodness of God
Oh, I’m gonna sing of the goodness of God

~Bethel Music

Under His Wings

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The family sits in front of us at church most Sundays. Mom. Dad. Four kids. One girl and three boys. They’re all stairstep in age. The girl first followed by the boys. The girl is probably a couple of years older than the oldest boy, but it’s obvious he’s going to be taller than her. He’s pretty much her height already. It will be interesting to watch them grow up. They’re a nice looking family.

They usually arrive just a little late, so they have to scramble to find a seat that will fit all six of them. The kids are well behaved. The youngest seems to be the most unruly of all. His curly hair is also longer and more unkempt than the other two boys. They have short cuts, and his is a mullet. I wonder why he’s allowed to have such an extreme haircut for such a young kid when his brothers aren’t.

Each Sunday, it’s the same story. Once they walk into the sanctuary, the kids are scrambling to see who gets to sit by Mom. They all want to sit by her. The girl usually never gets that coveted position, because the boys are younger and make a bigger fuss out of the ordeal. The oldest boy who’s probably ten loves to sit by his mom. The youngest boy somehow never gets the spot without pushing his way into it. He’s good at displacing a sibling who claimed the spot first. I’ve seen this happen on multiple occasions. Who knows. Perhaps they have to call dibs on the drive to church, or they have an assigned seat each Sunday. It doesn’t matter. The youngest one always, always finds a way to sit nearest his mom whether it’s his turn or not.

It’s obvious this is a close, loving family. The mother looks at her kids very lovingly, but she’s quick to discipline when the boys get out of hand. She’s constantly making them stand when the congregation is standing. The youngest likes to slough off and sit. But no. He must stand like everyone else.

I’m sure this mother would do anything to protect her children. She wants the best for them. Oh. I’m sure there will come a day when the kids are older that they won’t try so hard to sit close to her. They’ll want their space. They’ll want to sit with their friends. They won’t want to be seen anywhere near their mom. It’s too embarrassing. But deep down, they’ll know that they can run to her at the first hint of trouble. She is theirs and they are hers.

“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones God’s messengers! How often I have wanted to gather your children together as a hen protects her chicks beneath her wings, but you wouldn’t let me. And now, look, your house is abandoned and desolate. For I tell you this, you will never see me again until you say, ‘Blessings on the one who comes in the name of the Lord! ” Matthew 23:37-39

Oh. The mother of these four kids knows that her brood will face all types of temptations and trials as they grow and mature. And when they reach adulthood and have their own families and careers, they’ll be bombarded on all sides by things they cannot yet imagine. She knows that now is her opportunity to mold and shape them. To train them to turn to God with all their troubles. She knows some of what lies ahead for them, but she doesn’t know the future. I’ve seen the way she looks at her kids when they aren’t looking. It’s a look of love and tenderness. She wants God’s best for her children.

When Jesus is lamenting in Matthew 23 about wanting to gather the Jewish people under his wings, he knows they won’t allow it. They’ve run from him and ignored his teachings for far too long. And what they don’t know that he knows is that in a generation’s time, their city will be destroyed. The Romans will come in once again to rule. All because of their disobedience to God. It doesn’t have to be that way, but they ignore his warnings. Jesus was trying to save them from a calamity that was totally avoidable, but they refused to listen.

His feelings for his favored people are so strong, yet he doesn’t demand they listen or repent. He allows them to choose their own path. Just as Jesus allows the Jewish people to choose, so does the mother of these four kids. She can teach them and train them and pray for them. She can warn them and steer them toward a life of fulfillment in Christ, but ultimately the decision is theirs to make. They can choose to follow Jesus or not.

I wonder if these kids ever refuse to listen to their mom. If they haven’t done so yet, I bet there will come a point that they do. We all tend to be a bit stubborn and rebellious when we want our way and the authority in our life disagrees. We tend to develop selective hearing and choose to walk our own path. If not careful, we’ll find ourselves in a heap of trouble. I hope this doesn’t happen to these kids, but now while they’re impressionable and moldable, I hope and pray they choose to live a life for Christ.

The same goes for us today. Jesus also wants to protect us if we will let him. When we’re hurting and don’t know where to turn, he’s waiting with arms wide open. He will gather us and protect us under his wings. We’re the ones who’ve turned away. He never rejects us. He knows our needs and concerns and is ready and willing to help and comfort us. Don’t turn away from God. Reach out to him in times of need. He’s the answer to life’s problems.

Under His wings I am safely abiding;
  Though the night deepens and tempests are wild,
Still I can trust Him, I know He will keep me;
  He has redeemed me, and I am His child.

Under His wings, under His wings,
  Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my soul shall abide,
    Safely abide forever.

Under His wings—what a refuge in sorrow!
  How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!
Often when earth has no balm for my healing,
  There I find comfort, and there I am blest.

Under His wings—oh, what precious enjoyment!
  There will I hide till life’s trials are o’er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me;
  Resting in Jesus I’m safe evermore.

~William Cushing & Ira Sankey

When Life Stinks

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I’m not sure which is worse to live through. A cold house in the middle of a very cold winter when the furnace isn’t working. Or. A hot house in the middle of a very hot summer when the air conditioning quits working. I hate to say it, but I’m living in a very hot house right now. And this past winter, it was a cold house. As I type this, I’m waiting on a repairman who can hopefully help resolve the problem.

And the verdict is in. We need a new air conditioner. Oh. The old one still works, but the coolant is no longer legal to use. That requires us to purchase something we really don’t need but we do need. Apparently, there’s no way around it. Isn’t it funny how life works. And we’re also waiting to hear if our home warranty company will cover the cost. Or at least part of it.

Life is unpredictable, and sometimes the unpredictability just stinks. And usually we just have to adjust when the unpredictable sinks to an all-time low. Oh. It could be anything that surprises us. Catches us off guard. An unexpected home repair. Or an unexpected illness or diagnosis. It could be a job loss. Or an unplanned pregnancy. Or the loss of a loved one. Or a local tragedy. Perhaps it’s a huge unexpected change of plans. We never know when life will trip us up.

There are ups and downs in the flow of life. Some good. Some bad. And some ugly. At times, the trouble sticks around indefinitely, and other times it’s short-lived. We never know what life will bring, and we don’t know how our troubles will be resolved. But we can still find good in life even during the most difficult of times.

Oh. I know there are deeper troubles we can find ourselves in besides living without air conditioning. I’m thankful that, at the moment, this is the only trouble we’re in. Because it’s momentary, we will see the end of it in a relatively short time.

I’m thankful at the moment for a portable air conditioner that’s keeping the house modestly cool. Plus. We have fans going during the day and night. And we’re sitting outside under the big oak tree keeping cool for awhile each day. Oh. We’ll have a new cooling unit installed, but we have to wait in line with all the others who are experiencing similar troubles.

So humble yourselves under the mighty power of God, and at the right time he will lift you up in honor. Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you. In his kindness God called you to share in his eternal glory by means of Christ Jesus. So after you have suffered a little while, he will restore, support, and strengthen you, and he will place you on a firm foundation. 1 Peter 5:6-7,10

When life throws us into a spin of tough times, we must lean on God. He is the God of all comfort, and he will sustain us. When the uncertainties and emotions ebb and flow, we have a constant source of strength. God is an ever-present help in times of trouble.

God is our refuge and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble. So we will not fear when earthquakes come and the mountains crumble into the sea. Let the oceans roar and foam. Let the mountains tremble as the waters surge! Psalms 46:1-3

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Psalms 46:1

When we are walking through a very dark valley, can we still find good in life? Can we push away the fearful thoughts that can overwhelm and discourage us? I know from experience that during the toughest times of life, I lean in closer to God than I do when life is going my way. I seek his presence more, because in the low times I realize I can’t handle life on my own. I don’t know why I think I’m handling life well on my own when things are going smoothly. It’s second nature. But we need God in every day of our lives, not just during the tough times.

And during the easier days we also need to spend time with God. Filling our cup of life with his goodness and love and kindness. It’s only when our cup is full that we can dip into the excess during those unexpected difficulties. Life is good at all times when God is the center of our lives. Our circumstances may be difficult, but God is always, always good.

Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me. Psalms 23:4

God’s gracious presence is with us during even the worst times of our lives. He doesn’t leave us. We must reach out to him for strength and support. He loves us with an everlasting love during every period of our lives. He doesn’t love us only when life is easy. He loves us as much during the difficulties we face. His love never changes or ceases.

I know someone who was traveling internationally this week. She arrived, but her luggage didn’t. And the power was out, meaning the water also didn’t work. What a way to start a missions trip. Was she excited and on fire for the assignment, or was she fuming at the inconvenience of it all? Fortunately, her luggage showed up three days later, after she had made an emergency shopping trip.

Life is full of events we don’t ask for. It’s in those moments that we have to realize that God is still God, and we are not. He walks beside us during every trial life throws at us. Regardless of how big or small it may seem to others, God is in the midst of our troubles allowing us to fall back on his grace and mercy. He’s waiting for us to call out to him in our moments of need, as well as in our moments of plenty.

Be still, and know that I am God! Psalms 46:10

All creatures, when in distress, run to their refuges. ~Trapp

No Compromise

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Her question seemed innocent enough, yet it was charged with something much more than innocence. What would you call it? Selfishness? Immaturity? And she was dead serious when the words came out of her mouth. Here’s her question.

How do I compromise and still get what I want?

That’s the question for the ages, isn’t it? How do I compromise and still get what I want? Hmmm. Let’s think about that.

Many times in our relationship with God, we ask the same question. How do I toe the line biblically and still get what I want? How can I do my own thing and still be a Christian? How can I fit in with my non-Christian friends and coworkers, or whoever it is influencing me away from God, and still squeeze into heaven?

I’ve been taking walks through my small town in the cool morning hours. The other day, I walked down a couple of streets I had never visited. The yard of one of the houses is always immaculate. The grass is freshly mowed. The flowers are beautiful. The landscaping is perfect. But the house is on a very small lot. When I walked past the back of the house, I noticed what the owners don’t want others to see. The rusty fire pit leaning against an old, unused woodpile. The two locked cabinets holding valuable items. A shed that holds more unused items. Oh. This view is visible to the neighbors who live near them. But to those who drive by on the main road, the property looks amazing. One would never know what lies behind all the beauty unless they looked around the corner.

I don’t know if they’re even trying to hide all these items, but if they are it’s not working. They’re not fooling the neighbors who have to look at this lot of stuff they’ve “hidden” on such a small property. Oh. They’ve tried to keep it straightened up and organized. But they also have a deck, a tiki bar, a hot tub and more on their small lot. They also have a small privacy panel to obviously keep things private. But it’s just not working.

Do you ever wonder if others can see what you’re trying to keep hidden behind the facade of your Christian life? Do others see the real you as you walk into church looking like a Christian, yet you’ve never thought about God the entire week? Do others see the discarded hurt feelings? Or the bad attitude you’re desperately try to ignore? Do they notice your attempts at biblical knowledge when you don’t even open your Bible? Do they see the pride or envy? The jealousy? The gluttony?

I had to leave the house a few days ago to pick up a package I had ordered. I knew there would be others from the area collecting their orders, as well. I just hopped in my car and left the house without changing my clothes. And they were not really clothes to be worn in public. But I did it anyway. On the way, I hoped I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew. I didn’t want them to see me dressed in such a way.

Why was I so concerned that someone I knew might see me dressed in my stay at home clothes? Why didn’t it bother me that strangers would see me dressed this way? Why do I have double standards? What picture am I trying to present to those who know me versus total strangers?

If you want to be my disciple, you must, by comparison, hate everyone else—your father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters—yes, even your own life. Otherwise, you cannot be my disciple. And if you do not carry your own cross and follow me, you cannot be my disciple. Luke 14:26-27

Don’t we know that we can’t have it both ways? We’re all in for Christianity or we’re all out. Being lukewarm isn’t going to cut it when it comes to our eternal destiny. Yet, somehow that’s the game too many of us try to play. And we may be fooled and very shocked to find ourselves in hell for eternity because we played the compromise game. And then it’s too late.

The good thing is. Now. Before it’s too late, we can get serious about our eternal destination. We can get serious about our relationship with Jesus Christ while we’re still breathing and on this earth. We don’t have to compromise, and it should never be an option. So. How do we do that? How do we decide once and for all that there is nothing that will compromise our faith?

In his teachings, Jesus told us that being his follower is more than just accepting an invitation to repent of our sins. Oh. He offered an invitation, all right. Accepting Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior of our lives means that Jesus is priority number one and we are lesser than him. We must love Christ more than anything else in the world.

We can’t play games with the truth. Biblical truth must always be front and center in our lives. We can’t allow our goals and desires and ambitions to be guided by someone or something that doesn’t lead us closer to Jesus. We can’t allow ourselves to be easily influenced by the standards and values of nonbelievers.

As followers of Jesus Christ, we are set apart to be holy for God. Not holy rollers. And not goody two shoes. We must choose to live godly lives. We must do more than respect and admire Jesus. We must be consistent in our relationship with Him. We have no option but to read, study and obey God’s word. And then we must apply what we’ve learned to living a life that pleases Him. And we must share our faith with others. It’s that simple. No compromise when living for Jesus.

We must put a stake in the ground when we’re tempted to compromise in any area of our faith. If we don’t, we’ll fall for even the smallest temptation. We’ll choose the low road instead of the high road. There is a way back to biblical living. But there may come a time when our hearts are too hardened to feel the nudge of the Holy Spirit. We won’t hear our guilty conscience.

But while it’s still today and we’re still aware of where we fall short in our walk with Christ, let’s vow to be more faithful. Eternity is for the long haul, and we have only once chance to enter heaven’s gate when we take our last breath. After that last breath, there’s no second chance or turning back.

Many of us who call ourselves Christians are not truly devoted to Jesus Christ. ~Oswald Chambers