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Acts of God

Friday, December 2nd, 2011

                                           “It was an Act of God” 

What do you immediately think of when you hear this phrase?

Floods, Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Tidal Waves, Hurricanes

I would like to change the paradigm.  How about immediately thinking:

Forgiveness, Love, Grace, Compassion, Understanding, Sacrifice

How about thinking of the greatest Act of God?

God taking the form of a baby and coming to earth in the person of Jesus Christ to suffer  and die for our sins that we might have eternal life!   Wow!

Let us prepare this Advent season for His coming.

 

New Clothes

Saturday, October 8th, 2011

            What does it mean to be ‘clothed in righteousness’?

            In Bible study on Wednesday, we searched Matthew 22:1-14, Ephesians 4:24, Galatians 3:27, Isaiah 25:1-9, 1 Corinthians 15:54 and Revelations 19:8 for answers to this question. (Later at home, I followed a note in my study Bible to Psalm 132:16, Isaiah 61:10, and Zechariah 3:3-5). 

            Debra shared an interesting thought with the group.  ‘There is something noticeably different about a person who has faith in Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior’, she said. 

            Interesting.

            The next day at the hair salon, I noticed something different about my stylist.  Her clothes hung loosely about her.  She had lost weight, 25 pounds to be exact, through diet and exercise.  She looked, well, different.  She looked great!

            Something was different about our conversation too, I noticed, as she applied goo to the gray roots of my hair (no, the color is not natural anymore – have you noticed the difference?).  We talked about our shared faith in Jesus.  Well, what I mean is that we talked about our kids and how to bring them up in the faith, and we talked about the problems of the world and the need for our faith.  Again and again she led the topics of our discussion to an affirmation of our shared faith in Jesus, The Savior of the world.

            She has changed!  Her faith has grown, really grown!  There is something very noticeably different about her.  Something so very beautiful on the inside, that shines through in a new way.

            Now, my hair stylist has always been a genuinely kind, gentle and caring person – by human standards.  Yet now, these qualities are coming from a different source – not from within her but from the One who dwells within her.  Her kindness is richer now, her gentleness deeper, and her compassion is truer, more alive.

            May we all receive the clothes of righteousness that Jesus Christ has provided for us by His death on The Cross – for our sins – and by His resurrection to eternal life!  Repentant, forgiven, saved and set apart – let us all put on these radiant garments and let Him dwell in us richly.  And may others see, and note the difference!

            Some time ago I started praying for my hair stylist.  She had shared some of her struggles with me, you see.  Did God lead me to pray for her?  Yes, of course!  For this very reason – that I might be a witness!

            What a privilege!  I have seen Him in her!  I have seen the way He sees her!  Praise God!!

            My stylist caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and remarked that it might be time for her to find some new clothes, now that she is thinner. 

            I think that she already has.

Hidden Need

Thursday, July 14th, 2011

            There is so much need in the world, and not just in impoverished places.  Some of the need is right here in front of us, but we don’t see it until we get in really close.

            I’m thinking of a few years ago when I drove up to Mendham every Tuesday to take my grandmother grocery shopping.  One day after shopping, Gram asked me to clip her fingernails.  They were long and torn.  It was getting harder for her to do it herself, because of her arthritis.

            Driving back home that afternoon, I got to thinking about her toenails.  Was she able to clip them?  The next Tuesday I inquired about them. 

            “I didn’t feel right asking you to clip those,” she explained.  “Besides, I’m afraid if you see how bad they are, you’ll tell your mother and she’ll make me go back to that awful podiatrist.”

            I insisted that Gram remove her shoes and socks and, sure enough, I was appalled!  How had she been able to walk like that?

            I’ve been clipping Gram’s toenails, whenever I get a chance, ever since – secretly, so that mom doesn’t find out.  (Shhh- don’t tell!)

            Once in awhile Gram and I would pick up groceries at the store for some of the other residents of her senior apartment complex.  That’s how I found out that her friend Marge couldn’t read her prescription bottles, because of her macular degeneration.  She asked me to write the names in large black letters on each bottle one day.

            “So I can keep them straight,” she said.  Such a small thing, and yet it helped her so very much.

            Gram’s friend Mary had a bad leg, and needed a little more help.  One day I brought her a bottle of milk from the store, and noticed that her apartment was cluttered with boxes – so many that she could barely move about.  Her kitchen had just been renovated, along with all of the other kitchens in the complex – every senior’s nightmare because of the moving of dishes that is required.  Well, Mary’s leg was so bad that she hadn’t been able to unpack most of the boxes of kitchen things, even three weeks after the remodel was finished.  Her son had helped her pack, but he lived kind of far from her and hadn’t gotten back yet to help her unpack.  So Mary just lived around the boxes.

            As I handed Mary her milk, I thought for a moment of offering to help her unpack.  But I had already spent more time than I really had to give, taking Gram shopping.  So instead, I said goodbye and left her there with the clutter.

            All the way home I thought about all of the things that were cluttering up my own life, keeping me from having the time to help someone with something as simple as unpacking boxes.