I Would Rather Not…

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Betty, Geri, Shirley, Maria, Donna
Just returned from a great ladies retreat this past weekend with these spirit filled women. Well four of them were spirit filled. I on the other hand did not feel so spirit filled. It had nothing to do with these ladies, or the place, or the cost, or the timing. The last thing I said to my husband was, I would rather not go to this retreat. Yet out the door I walked, got into the car and we five ladies started talking right away. I did not share that I really did not want to go, just silently determined in my heart to make the best of the retreat.

The first speaker got up and out of her mouth came the very words I said to my husband. She said, I have been telling God for weeks, I would rather not do this. God kept replying to her heart, I’d rather you would for I have something for you.

All five of us ladies looked at each other and silently mouthed, we did not want to come either. Wow, I was not the only one. I know a couple of those ladies well and why they did not want to come but we all chose for the sake of each other to not allow our trials to keep us homebound.

As the speaker continued, she shared how association played a huge part of each of us being there. One decides to go, ask another to go with her, that person ask another and on it goes till you have five or 25 or more going with you.

In John 12: 1 -22 Six days before the Passover Jesus came to Bethany. A large crowd of Jews learned He was there and came to see Him and Lazarus whom Jesus had raised from the dead. The next day, as Jesus rode into Jerusalem the crowd took branches from the palm and begin to shout, Hosanna, Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord, even the King of Israel. Among the crowd were some Greeks and they came to Phillip because of his association to Jesus. They ask him, Sir, we wish to see Jesus. Philip told Andrew and they went and told Jesus.

Jesus told them, :The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified, Truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone, but if it dies it bears much fruit. He who loves his life loses it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it to life eternal. If anyone serves Me, he must follow Me, and where I am, there My servants will be also. If anyone serves Me, the Father will honor him.

Our speaker, us five ladies and I am sure countless others died to themselves just by putting themselves aside for the sake of someone else to be a part of the retreat. Because of our association to Jesus probably 700 or so women came to hear something from the Lord.

Our association with Jesus will draw others to us as we go about our lives. Also our association with others who know Jesus will help us step out when we don’t want to do something and get a blessing. God always has something for us and it does not depend on how we feel. He blessed the socks off all the women who came to the retreat, filled us up again to face our trials, gave us truth to put into practice just because we associated with others of like mind.

My prayer is the way I live my life will leave no doubt that I associate with Jesus.Posted by Betty Draper at 8:28 AM
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floydMarch 19, 2019 at 10:17 AM
Isn’t that how it works? When we use our self discipline to draw night unto Him, He never fails to give us infinity times favor in return.

Thanks for the honesty and example to all of us.
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Betty DraperMarch 19, 2019 at 12:37 PM
You are so right. God had a word for me about writing my book at that retreat. There was always a prayer team around which we were encouraged to grab a lady for prayer. The first message so moved me that during the end prayer I went for a young women and told her my prayer request. I shared about writing a book and the battle I face to do so. She prayed Nehemiah building the wall and his battle and his finishing the wall over me. Jeremiah 2-3. The lies the enemy has been telling me about writing are as shabby as the old wall was. By word after word I will build my book and with my fingers on the keyboard God will pour words into my spirit. 2:20. My heart was overflowing after she prayed but God was not through. I ask her what could I pray for her. She wants God to give her wisdom so she can be a better prayer intercessor for others. Of course when she mention wisdom she God lite up my heart for that was prayer when I first got saved and it continues today. Yep, I sure did not want to go, but you are right, obedience brings favor with the Lord always. Blessing brothers.
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Bill (cycleguy)March 19, 2019 at 1:52 PM
I’m glad you went Betty. Funny (not ha ha funny) how God knows what we need when we are being a tad belligerent. he knew what you needed more than you did.
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Betty DraperMarch 19, 2019 at 7:35 PM
He sure does Bill. I am sure there have been times I missed something wonderful from the Lord just because I was stuck in a rut. You are very kind with your words, “a tad belligerent”, I am usually a ” tad ” anything, but thanks for the grace brother.
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Diane RonzinoMarch 20, 2019 at 1:30 AM
Oh, my Betty…how I can relate. Friends on Long Island wanted me to come up in a couple of weeks. Nope. I had no intention of traveling up to NY – way too stressful for me right now. NY airports are the worst and then there is the long trek to their house on Long Island. Then her son in law called me – a new member of their family who I’ve never met. He was genuinely excited at the prospect of finally getting to meet me. I remember in that moment, my whole flesh was screaming, “NO, I don’t want to!” yet in my spirit, my heart was saying, “This is not about you Diane. It is for them.” When I hung up, I was faced with a choice. Me? or Them? I chose them, for that is what our Lord would have done. I made my reservations for a short trip – 4 days only, but yes, I am going.

I love your last line, Betty: “My prayer is the way I live my life will leave no doubt that I associate with Jesus.” I say, “Amen to that!”
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Betty DraperMarch 20, 2019 at 10:37 AM
I cannot wait to hear all God has for you in Long Island. I don’t know if I ever told you are not but our first trip to Israel I led a lady to the Lord in the New York airport. We have been in lots of airports all over the world and you are so right it is the scariest. There she sit, right next to me though as I waited for Ace to return, she looked as if she had been crying and I just ask her if I could help her. As my daughter says, it’s written on my forehead, tell me your whole life story. She told enough and God gave me just enough time to pray for her. Then I ask her if she knew Jesus and you know how the rest works when God set up an appointment for you. You are going to be such a blessing to them Diane, your life is all about Jesus despite all the trials. Actually that is why you are all about Him, when all else fails, you found Him never failing you. As for trips, we are house sitting in Kentucky in May, soooooooooo my friend lets try again to face to face connect. You can come up and stay a few days, there is plenty of room, even a little apartment on the property you can stay in if you want or I can come to you or we can meet half way. For sure Kentucky is a little more restful then New York. Blessings.
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Martha Jane OrlandoMarch 20, 2019 at 5:17 AM
Sometimes, God does drag us, kicking and screaming, into a new adventure that will enhance our walk with Him. Sounds like this was one of those times for you and others, Betty. When we follow the Lord, though, He never lets us down. May all we meet in this life see Jesus in us. Blessings!
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Betty DraperMarch 20, 2019 at 10:26 AM
Martha, you made me laugh, kicking and screaming, yep that was me. My husband kept encouraging me to go or honestly I probably would not have went. There was a non questionable reason I could have used to, well, in my mind anyway. I am still not rested physically yet but getting there but the spiritual benefits are paying off, my heart is restful. You write sister like you have been through this before also. Blessings.
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CherylMarch 20, 2019 at 9:17 AM
I am so thankful God blessed your perseverance and poured out a blessing on all of you ladies, in spite of all you pressed against to get there. It made me think of the woman with the issue of blood and how she pressed through the crowd to see Jesus. We rarely see Him without a great measure of pressing, it seems, but when we get to Him, He already has what we need, and we are healed, restored, and redeemed by touching Him. He is so faithful!
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Betty DraperMarch 20, 2019 at 10:19 AM
Oh Cheryl I love what you wrote, yes it felt like a “pressing” to get there. He did meet me there, those women were prayer warriors and it felt like it too. Our name was on a list and we were personally prayed for by name before we ever got there. Great example for me because if there is any area I lack in it’s my prayer life. God has always been patience and merciful with me in this area because that He who He is. Thanks for the encouragement.
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Addicted

Lately I have been struggling with an addiction that really my husband only knows about. In fact I have enticed him into my addiction a few times. The place I buy my drug of choice has been out of them for almost two months. I found myself looking for an excuse to go to this one store to see if they had gotten more but so far none have shown up. I have tried other products similar to them but they do not cut the craving I have.

I know a little about addictions because for 20 years I smoked heavily. I got saved Oct. of 1980 and the Spirit of God begin to convict me of smoking. It was so hard to quit or I should say, try to quit. I would decide today is the day that what ever I had left in the pack I would throw away only to find myself hours later digging through the garbage trying to find at least one that was not coffee soaked. It went on that way for about a month and finally I totally laid them down. Then the full blown withdrawal started. My head hurt, my nerves was shot, I could not sleep and I was worried I would not be able to make it through Christmas with our family who all smoked. The withdrawals do subside and about a month later it was gone but then I had to face the time with family. By the grace of God I was able to make it through the first holiday gathering without smoking. Never smoked again.

Another addiction I had was Pepsi, drank it every day, a lot everyday. Then I started getting kidney stones and guess what the doctors told me to give up? Of course it was Pepsi, soda is filled with acid. Gave up coffee too, another addiction.

I am a stress eater and we all know there is no getting away from stress. My extrovert personality brings stress on myself at times by me over doing. For years I used Lays potatoes as another drug of choice. I had a dear friend who knew how much I loved Lays chips so she send me two bags when we lived in Papua New Guinea. She bought a hard plastic container to put them in so they would not get crushed and they made it half way around the world to my house sitting on the ocean with jungle all around me. Never has anything tasted as good as those chip when I opened them. I shared one bag and ate the other all by myself. I finally broke myself of eating them everyday and hardly buy them now. Living in a 5th world country will break a lot of bad habits.

Some of you know I had double bypass surgery two years ago. In fact I had three blocked arteries but the one in the back of my heart they could not get a bypass sewed onto it, so there it sits, inside my heart all clogged up. You would think knowing that I would not be prone to anything that would hurt my health. Yet this one little item has captured my taste buds. If only I could continue with my addiction and not harm myself I would, that’s how good it taste.
Food is my drug of choice, not just any food , but sugar, specificity chocolate, more specificity, Walmart brand, Great Value Chocolate covered peanut butter cookies. When they were in stock I would buy four or five packs so I would not run out. Of course I used the excuse I would use them for snack for my bible study or share with my Grandchildren. Yeah sure. Step one has been admitting I am addicted. Step two is breaking it. So I have been doing some research.
“People often use sugar-rich foods to self-soothe and make themselves feel better. Sugar releases chemicals in the brain that make us feel good. It releases dopamine and opioids in our reward systems in the brain. We have an innate, evolutionary desire to like sweet things… But in our modern food environment, we are in a state of food abundance, and the amount of sugar in just one serving of many of the processed foods out there is more than what is recommended for consumption in an entire day.”

In my quest to get rid of my sugar addiction I came across a quiz to see if I really was addicted to sugar. I failed it.
I started this post a few days ago and yesterday after church planned on finishing it. After church we went to Walmart and guess what was back on the shelf? What did I do? Walk away, reach for apples or oranges instead, pray, buy a new outfit, pray?? Nope, I bought 3 packages of my addiction.

Then this morning in my devotions I read this: With out the rescue of God’s grace, we are all wise fools heading for danger we simple don’t see. So we eat more than we should while denying the physical, empirical evidence of our foolishness. We spend ourselves into hopeless debt and are surprised when we can no longer pay our bills. We live selfishly and judgmentally in relationship and then wonder why so much tension and distance exist between us. That’s why Paul says, “For the foolishness of God is wiser than men and the weakness of God is stronger than men” (I Cor. 1:25). Paul is saying that if it were possible for God to be foolish, His most foolish moment would be infinitely wiser than our most wisest moment. How humbling! Paul Tripp

Like I said, I have taken step one, admitting I am addicted to those little round chocolate filled peanut butter cookies. Some say it’s not good to “cold turkey” quit something that is bad for us. So I am going to try limiting myself to two little cookies a day, which I just had with my tea.

What do you think, cold turkey, limitation, eat apples and oranges instead? What has worked for you in the past?

“People often use sugar-rich foods to self-soothe and make themselves feel better. Sugar releases chemicals in the brain that make us feel good. It releases dopamine and opioids in our reward systems in the brain,” Avena tells Yahoo Lifestyle. “We have an innate, evolutionary desire to like sweet things… But in our modern food environment, we are in a state of food abundance, and the amount of sugar in just one serving of many of the processed foods out there is more than what is recommended for consumption in an entire day.”

In my quest to get rid of my sugar addiction I came across a quiz to see if I really was addicted to sugar. I failed

I started this post a few days ago and yesterday after church planned on finishing it. After church we went to Walmart and guess what was back on the shelf? What did I do? Walk away, reach for apples or oranges instead, pray, buy a new outfit, pray?? Nope, I bought 3 packages of my addiction.

Then this morning in my devotions I read this: With out the rescue of God’s grace, we are all wise fools heading for danger we simple don’t see. So we eat more than we should while denying the physical, empirical evidence of our foolishness. We spend ourselves into hopeless debt and are surprised when we can no longer pay our bills. We live selfishly and judgmentally in relationship and then wonder why so much tension and distance exist between us. That’s why Paul says, “For the foolishness of God is wiser than men and the weakness of God is stronger than men” (I Cor. 1:25). Paul is saying that if it were possible for God to be foolish, His most foolish moment would be infinitely wiser than our most wisest moment. How humbling! Paul Tripp

Like I said, I have taken step one, admitting I am addicted to those little round chocolate filled peanut butter cookies. Some say it’s not good to “cold turkey” quit something that is bad for us. So I am going to try limiting myself to two little cookies a day, which I just had with my tea.

What do you think, cold turkey, limitation, eat apples and oranges instead? What has worked for you in the past?

 

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The Middle Of The Story

Friday night our pastor preached on the crucifixion as I am sure many pastor did. It was a sad but wonderful message for it set the stage for the middle of the greatest story ever told. First came the birth, but actually the beginning of the story starts in Genesis 1:1. Over and over God tells the story, over and over through different men and women who played important roles in this story. Through history as it unfolds, tower of babel, a flood all over the world, one King after another, countless idols and some of the most horrific act done to mankind. It’s all there in the beginning. Now we are at the middle part of the story, first came His birth, born of a virgin, preaching at 12 in the temple, worked for His father, heading for the cross. Called 12 men to train to train others after He was gone. The betrayal, the denial, the prayer in the garden to the Father. Getting closer to the middle of the story, His beating, His carrying of His own cross, nails pounding in His flesh. The weight of His body as it hung on the cross, watching His mother, His disciples, the guards, the crowd, the other two on the cross, all part of the story. Then His final last words, the day turning into night as He breathe His last, those watching trembling from fear.

To so many there that day, actually almost everyone thought it was the end of the story.

I hate it when a story ends bad. I watched a show the other night about a Marine home from Iraq, he went awol and hid out in the wood. He met some others living a remote lifestyle and thought he had found a new life. I thought this is going to end well…wrong…he turned out to be a murder running from the murder of his wife. He killed some of the people he was living with then himself. I was stunned at the ending, why would they make a movie with such a bad ending.

But, that’s how stories go sometimes. There He is, dead on the cross, all those things He said, forgotten, He was dead. His mother wanted her Son down from the cross so He could be buried. Nobody planned on Him dying so funeral arrangements had been made, there was no tomb for Him until a rich man gave a tomb to the family.

Everyone was sad, distraught, disappointed, grieving , this is how this ends. Wait, didn’t He say something about rising again, but He is dead, cold, blue, dead laying in a tomb. It’s over.

Up from the grave He arose,
with a mighty triumph o’er his foes;
he arose a victor from the dark domain,
and he lives forever, with his saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

The song, Up From The Grave He Arose, is the end of the middle of the story. We are living in the end of the middle of the story. He has died, rose again, sitting at the right hand of His Father. He will never have to be born of a virgin again, never be crucified again, never die again, never have to rise again. Without this part, the cross, the last part of the story cannot happen. He had to endure the cross for us so He could come again to take us to our heavenly home. Praise God for the story of Jesus, who like His Father really had no beginning, He always was but suffered a middle so we could have an eternity ending.
Happy Easter

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Sparkling Shoes

I tried my best to get the picture of the, “sparkling shoes” copied to this post, really for affect. Am taking up the Challenge of Tell the Story challenge II.

There was a time I could wear shoes that really seem to have no straps on them but yet were held to my feet by the sheer desire to wear them.  Not much shoe leather in them, not sure how they got sparklers, jewels to stay on the  them with out a ton of glue.  But they are so, so, “nothing”,  you can’t even see a any glue.

Just looking at them makes me want to wear a dress that shows off my short muscular legs, short, startling blue, plain but sexy.  The shoes tell more then the dress I use to wear.

I say use to,  for at 72 with crocked toes and high instep along with achellius heels issue I can no longer wear fancy shoes.  A few years ago I had to resign myself to wearing, Grandma shoes as I call them. Sensible, plain,  very little heel, comfortable to a fault, so much so I like wearing them.

But, I cannot get those shoes off my mind for the represent a youth that will never come back, only in my mind and it leaves as soon as I try to get up without pain.  To step back into those, “sparkling shoes”, I would need a time machine.

My Easter shoes came today to go along with my Easter dress.  White with some sparking on them, slip on,  more of a sandal, or flip flop which keeps my toes from being pushed together which is painful. very low heel. How did I get from, Sparkling shoes” to the ones I got today.  I guess at 72 I need not be ungrateful. I mean, I could not be able to wear any kind of shoes or not have money to buy shoes.

Aren’t they beautiful, so simple yet so elegant.  Just like our Lord, He wore sandals you know.  I don’t think there were any sparkles though.  When we lived in Bolivia you could buy shoes made from old tires, everyone wore them, great for walking on dusty roads. I remember my first time wearing them I thought, this are somewhat like what Christ wore,  but not quite, no tires back then, but plenty of leather from animal hides.

I am hoping there is a pair of sparkling sandals for me as I cross over into eternity that will go well with my robe of righteousness.  Or maybe they will be crystal glass shoes. It matters not, I will walk the streets of heaven barefoot, but I will walk with the saints gone before. 

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I Wasn’t Built To Be A Prisoner

k0LrcjrEJPpylP5eTRzVQFdXsYyYesterday I settled down to watch a familiar movie, Pearl Harbor. It’s an easy movie for me to fall asleep to because I know what is going to happen so the plan was to take a 20 minutes nap during it. It’s mostly a love story set in the true story of the bombing of Pearl Harbor. There are some favorite parts I look forward to seeing again and again for each time I get that same rush of emotions for the courage displayed by the characters.

This time, because of some discouragement I was viewing those favorite parts on a spiritual level.

The first favorites takes place in Washington at the White House where President Roosevelt is meeting with top advisors over the surprise bombing of Pearl Harbor. They are discussing the death toll and horror taking place even at the time of that meeting. Roosevelt had ask congress to declare war. Some in the room were speaking negative against this. Several spoke,each telling why American cannot go to war with Japan.
It gives me cold chills every time I watch the part where the president responds to his advisors.
“Gentlemen, he says, most of you did not know me when I had the use of my legs. I was strong and proud and arrogant. Now I wonder every hour of my life… why God put me in this chair. But when I see defeat in the eyes of my countrymen… in your eyes right now, I start to think that maybe he brought me down… for times like these when we all need to be reminded who we truly are– that we will not give up or give in. One of his military advisor said, Mr. President, with all respect, sir. What you’re asking can’t be done. The President then starts to straighten out his legs and with his hands pull himself up to a standing position. His man servant tries to get him to stop but the President tell him to step aside. Even some of the men around the table start to rise to help him but he refuses their help to. Slowly, painfully he stands and say with courage , “Do not tell me… it can’t be done.”

For me it was one of the most powerful parts of the movie because these are the word I have been saying in the face of the devil, the enemy of my soul who does not want me to write a book by telling me it can’t be done and then proceeds to pour reasons in my head which has discouraged me. I made a list of all the reason I have been thinking I should just quit writing. I won’t print them here but I may use them in the forward of my book.

There is another part of the movie that I will set up for you. The president has ask Colonel DoLittle to lead a mission to bomb Japan, to take out tank factories and aircraft factories. There were homing beacons put on the planes to help them return. One of pilots ask, what if the beacons are turned off? The Colonels answered, you bring them down any way you can and do your best to avoid capture. Another questions was about if their planes were damaged and they had to bail out over Japan?

DoLittle said, Well, in that case I can’t tell you what you should do. He then was ask, Colonel, what would you do? Here it come, my other favorite part, DoLittle says, I wasn’t build to be a prisoner. So I would have my crew bail out and I would find the sweetest military target I could and drive my plane right smack into the middle of it.

Again, pure raw courage that comes from knowing exactly how he was built. Let me repeat his answer, I was not built to be a prisoner.

God did not build us to be prisoners of the devil who wants to kill and destroy. Again, because of where my heart has been lately this words of courage in the movie lifted my spirit and brought home some deep spiritual truth. I am a daughter of the Most High King, not a prisoner of the devil, he has no rights on me. And God has equipped me with a suit of armor to protect me as the battle rages. Nobody, no thought, no fear can take me captive unless I allow it. God has bought and paid for my freedom with the precious blood of Jesus.

Maybe God speaking through a movie is a little dramatic for you but the God I serve meets me in the strangest place to encouraged my soul. I was reminded of the women who prayed for me at the Retreat I attended last week. The story of Nehemiah rebuilding the wall was pretty dramatic, I mean they carried a sword and a plow as the built. God is not picky about where He meets us, and He is not above using the words from a Hollywood movie on a real event to encourage this saint of God.

It worked, here I sit writing all about it and before I wrote my post I was doing some more writing on my book. Got my battle armor on and my finger on the keyboards. Get out of my way devil, I am a free women.

How about you, has God spoke to you through an unusual way?

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Authenticity

Recently I was reading the Magnolia magazine in which Joanna Gaines writes this, “Authenticity can’t be copied, it can’t be false. ” She goes on to say, it seems to me that there are very few absolutes in this life, only a handful of things that are true to their core. If our authenticity is one of these rare undisputed truths, why then does it seem to be such a difficult part of ourselves to live out?

GREAT QUESTION

For over a year I have been praying, take me deep Lord and I am learning, again, and again going deep means counting the cost to get there.

Maybe its my age but my desire to be real has grown stronger. I try to live with authenticity, to not portray myself as anything other then a saved sinner, a forgiven sinner, a frail women with a heart for God but also a women who can respond with a string of harsh words when I am mad. A women who can smile at you but inside I would like to knock your head off. A women who gets deeply hurt but you would never know it because I will say I am fine when I am not. A women who envies what others have at times. A women who gossips, a women who does not have it all to gather most of the time. Etc.

Not to long ago I was emailing a missionary friend in the jungle of Papua New Guinea, she ask how I was doing. I decided to tell her about my latest crisis of faith, my struggle with a certain person. Her response blew me away, she was discouraged by my honesty. Told me it was not what she needed to hear. I realized she thought I did not struggle like she did. It was a lesson learned to be discerning about who I am real with.

There is a solid sound to the word authenticity. To the ear it sounds wholesome, well rounded, strong, and full of knowledge and wisdom and confidence. I think we all crave it the longer we live but fear keeps us from living it out some of the time. Paul states it well, I am what I am by the grace of God.

Here is something I read recently that helped me.
Authenticity is more for yourself than for other people.

It is more about being honest to yourself than being honest to other people. It doesn’t depend on whether other people perceive you as authentic or fake. It’s not just about speaking the truth. Not everyone will have the privilege to listen in to all your thoughts, emotions or deepest secrets. As long as you are honest with yourself, you are living an authentic life.

If you really want to authentic just ask young children how you look. The other day I needed to wash my hair but had a much to get done before I could do it. So I wrapped a scarf around my head, it looked like I had no hair. Our three year old grandson, Reedley upon seeing me, yelled, Grandma, what wrong with your hair. I said, you don’t think Grandma hair looks good, he replied with his thumb pointing down, not good Grandma, not good. My goodness, I love that little boy.

Here is my after thought on Reedley’s authenticity. He was not afraid to answer my question. He knows I will love him no matter what he says, besides if I did not want the truth I should not have asked.

Of course the greatest example of authenticity is our Savior, Jesus Christ.

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God Loves Seekers

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People aren’t argued into salvation, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be informed and educated. It also doesn’t mean you can’t have healthy , vibrant discussions or debates. Just keep in mind that (ultimately) it’s God’s sovereign power, truth, and love that changes a life. Above all, focus on being an expert in His truth and love. Allow God’s Holy Spirit to do the internal arguing and convincing for you. 

Bottom line: We depend on the supernatural work of God, not on our persuasive abilities. Bobby Conway


About three weeks ago I was on a plane heading to Illinois to be with my mother who was dying so my heart was heavy.   I did not pray, God give me a good seat mate, someone I can talk Jesus with for I was in no shape to really talk to anyone.  

Even before we took off the man sitting next to me started the usual conversation one has on a plane when forced to sit close to someone you don’t know.  Are you from California?  Why are you going to St. Louis?  Then, I ask the man, why are you going to St. Louis?  What he told me was so interesting I had to ask more questions and soon we begin to get past the first level of getting to know a perfect stranger.  I don’t even know when the conversation turned to spiritual things but it did turn.  His interest in science was impressive, especially  as he explained how scientist are  studying “life after death” , and they don’t have an answer yet.  But they are sure there is something out there.  The fact they are seeking impressed me, God loves seekers, the wise men were seekers, all who went to hear Jesus speak were seekers.   The man I sat next to was a seeker. 

I am several weeks away from that plane encounter and having time now to look into  some articles on why science is seeking life after death.  Today I ran across an article by John Lennox, an Oxford mathematician, a scientist, a Christian.    He was debating this topic:

                                             Can Faith and Science Coexist?  

“THE MATHEMATICAL INTELLIGIBILITY OF NATURE IS EVIDENCE FOR A RATIONAL SPIRIT BEHIND THE UNIVERSE.” JOHN LENNOX

First,  I was amazed that I could grasped some of what Lennox was saying in this debate, his vocabulary is enormous.  Second, I am thrilled to know there are Christians involved in the lives of other scientist.  

I probably will never see that gentleman I met  again, but our conversation sparked an interest to seek out information into what does scientist believe about God and the here after?   Here is the bottom line, I want to be able to discuss difference between beliefs and come away from it knowing I was able to honor God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit in my words.   I do not have to prove anything to anybody, I just have to give out truth in love, and leave the rest to God. Not one thing the man said made me doubt my faith in God or believing Jesus is the only way.   “There is something there” and  I know who it is, I know the one who created whats out there.  And in some ways it gave comfort in a time when my heart was heavy knowing I was facing seeing my mother leave this earth.  I stepped into her nursing home room ready to be there for her because God was there for me.  

In this debate John Lennox was defending his belief in God over  the deep issue of  suffering on this earth from a Christian perspective and I love his answer.

 Is there anywhere evidence of the existence of a God whom I can trust with this deep issue? Yes. At the heart of Christianity there is a cross. The central claim of Christianity is that Jesus Christ is God incarnate – which raises the question: what is God doing on a cross? At the very least that shows me that God has not remained distant from human suffering but has become part of it. Furthermore, Christ rose from the dead, which is a guarantee that there is to be a future judgement. This is a marvelous hope, because it means that our conscience is not an illusion, and those who terrorize, abuse, exploit, defame and cause their fellow humans untold suffering will not get away with it. Atheism has no such hope–for it ultimate justice is an illusion.

Wish he had been on that plane and part of the conversation I had.  But God took this heavy hearted simple women and gave her the privilege of talking Jesus with someone.  You know I am praying for this man…he said, I gave him some things to think about.  

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