Romans 12:14
Bless those who persecute you; Bless and do not curse
…. God bless tailgaters … with high beam lights …
Romans 12:14
Bless those who persecute you; Bless and do not curse
…. God bless tailgaters … with high beam lights …
Six Personalities by Kristin Peck
Each one more delicate than the last
Brought together to make uniqueness blend
Slight pressure brings out the best
A calling for listening ears to learn
Adjusted over a space of emptiness
Hollowness echoes, buzzing in protest if misunderstood
Taken for granted by those less known
Yearned for by those with the callused hands
Forgetting the world
Humming your own
Six personalities cannot play alone.
©Kristin Peck
But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. (Matthew 6:33)
Today, I was listening to a sermon from Joyce Myers, and I was feeling inspired. It also helps that my pastor has been preaching the same thing over-and-over again.
Whether it is television, music too loud, my schedule booked beyond capacity, work, Christmas shopping, decorating, cleaning, cooking, playing with the kids, figuring out a preschool schedule for a year-out … my list goes on and on and on and on. The point is I have not been spending time with God.
Something has been gnawing at me, and lying on my heart, and I could not figure out what it was, but the truth is that I have not sat down to open my Bible and read. I have not prayed more than my simple repetitious prayers before going to sleep or eating my meals. There has been no commitment to seek out God or spend time with the number one most important Being in my life. I have been settling for the mere Sunday church service and feeling that it was enough because I was busy.
Read an inspirational quote on Facebook – there’s my scripture for the day! (A sarcasm sign is really needed right here.)
Ugh.
Taking a reality-check upon myself, I can hide from my faults, and hide them from others, but I cannot hide them from God. He knows that I have been ignoring Him, and yes there has been a big difference in my life. I find myself bickering more, worrying more, sleeping less soundly… joy is not resting in my soul. Peace is not settled in my mind.
It’s time that I do something about it. And the solution is simple.
I am going to recommit time to God.
This is the time of year where the world tells us we are to remember others, and think happy thoughts, and make our lists of things that we think will make us more complete. Yet, it is really year-round that we need to seek God, and look for that joy, find that peace, and put the “stuff” aside.
If we are to remember anything specifically at this time of year, it is that God came in the form of a little baby, and He is always thinking of us.
Could you imagine if God ignored us for just one moment? I shudder at the possibility.
Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. (James 4:8)
Picture Credit: www.quotesvalley.com
Luke 21:1-4 (NIV)
As Jesus looked up, He saw the rich putting their gifts into the temple treasury. He also saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins. “Truly I tell you,” He said, “this poor widow has put in more than all the others. All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.”
The church that I attend is currently running a Vacation Bible School program, as many churches do, and as we are a small church, everything that we do is usually contained within the confines of volunteers and donations. Each year that this goes on, there is usually a special craft of some sort that the children can take home in remembrance of their time spent having fun and learning about God, but this year the craft is considered a “Craft with a Purpose.” The goal is to teach the children about the importance of helping others.
In order to accomplish this task, the members of the church decided to go with a cute little project that consists of a wash cloth and a bar of soap that can be made into bunny rabbits (or Jack Rabbits if you will as we have an Australian theme going), and given out through the Zion Project (our home-based charity/handout) with nice little notes to remind others that God loves them. In order to make these projects, we needed to find wash cloths in bulk (thank you Ollies) and multiple little bars of soap. The soap was where my eye-opening experience/lesson taught occurred this week.
A great idea was thought of in terms of going to different hotel branches to see if they could donate a few bars of soap here-and-there in order to move the project forward. Most were obliging as they donated 5 here and 2 there. In terms of hoping to have the items donated, it was very much appreciated as each bar of soap was another step closer to helping another in need. The leg work was not minded as it was all for a good cause, and the member of the church that was working towards the completion of the goal was lighthearted during the entire task.
It wasn’t until all of the bigger hotel branches were exhausted that a Super 8 was entered. Still short quite a few bars of soap, the gentleman that was in charge of that particular establishment kindly and graciously delivered a large bag of soaps that would have been a one-stop-shop if only they had been approached first! With a great, “God bless you” the donation was cheerfully given without a hesitation or thought about profit or expense. What was initially considered to be the least/smallest of the hotel chains, ended up being the most contributory and beneficial asset to our cause.
This is a fantastic reminder that we should never consider the “least” of anything to be any less willing to put a helping hand forward for their fellow man. Whether we have great gifts that can contribute large amounts or small gifts that can only help to a certain point, each is considered just as valuable as the next. In the end, we are all working towards to greater goal of sowing seeds of faith in what is a tainted world. Each seed sown is another win for the Kingdom of God!
Throughout long days of work, kids, and school, I oftentimes find myself full of complaints. My back hurts; my head hurts; my eyes hurt from staring at too many computer screens; I don’t have any time to write; I’m tired! Yet just when I find myself letting all of the negatives into my mind, and I start to feel the “woe is me” coming forth from my mouth, I slip on my bright yellow “Zion” shirt and walk through the door of York First Church of God to receive a large dose of humble pie. If only the people I encounter there could have the same complaints that I do, they would be truly blessed.
Picture a small basement room set-up with tables full of food/drink items. In a back corner, there is an extension that contains bins full of clothing sorted by gender and size. Blankets, coats, scarfs, gloves, and shoes are placed accessibly. Circling the room are church volunteers standing with expectant faces, waiting to serve their community and lend a helping hand to those in need. To our church this is known as The Zion Project.
Those Friday nights I usually spend sitting at a front table signing-in those that come in the door. I am always delighted to see new faces come through as I realize that word of the program is spreading, but it is also distressing to see that so many are hurting for basic supplies. Homeless, jobless, and those that just do not make enough no matter how much they work, all file in with grateful hearts and warm smiles. Sometimes just walking through the door provides them a little relief from the bite of winter outside, or the baking of the summer sun.
Oftentimes, parents are the ones waiting their turn in line. Little children are at their side, impatiently standing as they have noted toys in one corner of the room. To their delight, they are told they may pick one. As they run to the table to explore, I hold back tears at the realization that on many occasions there are no shoes on their feet, and that sometimes, in the dead of winter, there are no coats to cover their shoulders. However, the worried looks on the parents’ faces are soothed as we tell them we will do our best to find something to fit them, and at the very least they would be leaving with a blanket for warmth.
As each family receives their box of supplies and they go to exit the church, a big “God bless you” leaves their mouths with lots of “thank you” to go around. The looks on their faces are different than when they first arrived. A bit more hope is placed in their expressions as they realize that they can feed their family that night. I am full of guilt as I realize that my complaints are the very things that each one of them wishes for. A job to go to every day, access to a computer on a regular basis, an education to push them forward in life, and a different reason to say “I’m tired.”
I thank God for my lesson in humility as I go home to my family. Driving I am thinking about how I could be in that line on Friday nights due to my own financial stresses if God had not given me help through my family and friends. I know that this is God’s way of turning those blessings around to help others. This experience has been such an eye-opener in so many ways. I am just grateful to be a small part of something bigger than myself.
35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
41 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. 42 For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’
44 “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’
45 “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’
46 “Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.”
Matthew 25:35-46 (NIV)
I challenged my husband. How about you?
Click on the books to be led to the King James Version of the Bible @ http://www.christnotes.org/bible.php?ver=kjv
Old Testament
New Testament
I pray about everything – literally everything. Sometimes, I do not even realize that I am doing it.
For example, I find myself praying a lot about parking my car.
“Dear Lord, I pray you find me a parking space that does not require me to look like I am driving a ‘big-rig’ when I am pulling in.”
“Dear Lord, I pray there are more spaces than those that are available for parallel parking.”
“Dear Lord, I don’t care if I have to walk five blocks. I just need a spot where I don’t bump another car while backing up.”
To say the least, I am not the most confident when it comes to parking my car. Therefore, I turn to the Lord for assistance rather than the insurance company because I don’t want to take off someone’s side mirror instead of praying to steady my nerves.
At one point, I was very good at parking – okay, not very good, but good enough that I did not panic when I realized that if I wanted to park by the aquarium, I had to pay the parking meter and get my car parallel to the sidewalk with the appropriate amount of inches away from the curb. A few years of being able to pull directly into a driveway took away what little bit of practice I had when I initially passed my driver’s test. Without that consistent practice, I had lost the ability to tackle the situation.
Now I live at a location, where parking is always on the street, or I have to park around back and traipse through the backyard to reach the door. So yes, I find myself on a regular basis, walking through mud, snow, and fallen leaves – ruining some nice shoes – just so I do not have to parallel park. It does not seem to matter how many times my umbrella turns inside-out during a storm. I still go the long way around.
We all tend to do things the difficult way, until one day it clicks that if we would just learn the correct way to do the things we are struggling with, life would be so much simpler. Instead of going the long way around in a storm, and letting our man-made umbrellas protect us, we need to go directly to God. His directions are already written down for us to learn and practice daily, so that we may go through the front door instead of the mud.
Joshua 1:8
This Book of the Law shall not depart from your mouth, but you shall meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do according to all that is written in it. For then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success.
Image retrieved from: studentdesignblog.wordpress.com
Driving into work this morning, I was so focused on my commute that it took me until I walked inside the building to realize that I had not looked at the sky. Sitting down at my desk, my thoughts drifted to this weekend and how busy I was going to be. Plans started forming immediately about what needed to be taken care of, and how it was going to get done. As I sipped my cup of coffee, it came to mind that I needed to buy more, so I planned to add it to my grocery list when I got home.
As I glanced out the window at the rain, I began wishing for the sunshine that was presented to us the day before. While mild, it was a bit chilly, and I wanted warmer weather to enjoy in the season I know is coming very soon. Settling into my routine of work, I put in my headphones and enjoyed the tunes of the band Owl City, while thinking about the doctor appointment my son has in the coming weeks. Setting an alert on my phone to remind me about it later, I noticed the date of my daughter’s birthday party. I smiled as I looked forward to her surprised expression when she would see all of the activities set before her on her special day.
Reaching for my bagel, it took me a moment to realize that I had eaten it in the car, and after the guilt that I would have probably eaten a second one if it had been sitting there, I started thinking about what I was going to make my family for dinner – this weekend. I like to plan meals for my crockpot. As my co-workers entered the office, I showed them the pictures of the kids at the park the day before, and as they cooed over their adorable faces, it hit me how fast my babies were growing, and I wished for the days when they were still teeny tiny little beings.
All of these thoughts bring me to a harsh reality when I take into account that I am constantly wishing for yesterday’s circumstances and the plans that the mysterious future holds. Learning how to enjoy today is a difficult task, but one that should be undertaken in order to live my life to the fullest extent. Each day is a gift presented to us by God. Tomorrow is not a promised day, and the future is never going to be certain no matter what plans I lay out for it. So I am going to “PAUSE” my thoughts about the past and future, and press “PLAY” on today. Maybe by doing that, I will actually enjoy my bagel …
James 4: 13-17
Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, “If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.” As it is, you boast in your arrogant schemes. All such boasting is evil. If anyone, then, knows the good they ought to do and doesn’t do it, it is sin for them.
Image retrieved from: http://prommafia.com/2009/07/academic-agendas-and-planners/
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Image retrieved from: https://alygeorges.wordpress.com
1 Samuel 17: 45-47
David said to the Philistine, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This day the Lord will deliver you into my hands, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head. This very day I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds and the wild animals, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel. All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.”
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved to hear stories told about wars, giants, and a stone throwing hero. More than anything she wanted to be that person, fighting ahead of the army that cowered behind their man-made shields. To stand and be the one that God called to fight and win was something to aspire to and become. A sling shot using shepherd boy was her idol, and giants cowered at her feet.
Today, children have a different set of heroes to idolize. Oftentimes, when asked who their heroes are, moms and dads are at the bottom of the list, while the latest pop singer or celebrity on television, is at the top. Hardly ever is there a biblical figure mentioned on the ever growing list. Yet there are so many great possibilities to choose from!
This very short list does not even begin to encompass the expansive amount of people to be idolized in the Bible. In fact, that is only a couple of people in the Old Testament. Moving into the New Testament we have people like John the Baptist, Joseph who took a pregnant woman to be his wife, Mary mother of Jesus, and of course, Jesus himself. When it comes to inspiring our children, and telling them that they can be someone great, there is no better example than the ones that God handpicked to be great, and letting them know that they too have been handpicked.
Proverbs 22:6 – Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
Image obtained from: http://ldsscriptureteachings.org