MAKING HIM PROUD

His little voice caught my attention as he walked holding his Mamaโ€™s hand
through the parking-lot. I heard him loudly, proudly spelling, โ€œY-B-B-O-L Y-B-B-
O-H . . . HOME DEPOT!!!โ€

I chuckled as they passed me as I headed to my car with my purchase. He was
so happy to think he had spelled and knew the big store sign!

I wondered how often we, as Godโ€™s children, proudly announce things to Him that
we are confident that we understand, when, in fact, we are seeing something
backwards along our Walk with Him, but excitedly conclude that weโ€™ve โ€œGot it!โ€
Does He smile at our attempts to make Him proud of us, His Kids? We think
weโ€™ve figured something out, and are happy to show-and-tell Him what we
โ€œknow.โ€ We may have all of the pieces of the Picture, but often in the wrong
order, and with wrong conclusions.

Does He let go of our hand as we walk together, with our mistakes and wrong
conclusions? Or does He continue holding us safely as we do our best to keep
up and make Him proud.

I think He quietly smiles, knowing that we are trying . . . still learning. Someday
we will understand, and love Him even more for His Patience and Unfailing Love
as we walk through life together.

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Let’s Go

โ€œBehold . . .
We go up to Jerusalem. . . โ€œ
Luke 18:31

Todayโ€™s news struck an ominous note to me . . . Lebanon was being bombed by Israel. . . and
Jerualem would be a retaliation target. That is not really anything โ€œnewโ€, unfortunately, in the history of our world. In Jesusโ€™ time, Jerusalem / Israel was under Romeโ€™s military Occupation.

But Jesus, knowing what was to come for Him . . . His ultimate Mission and Death, . . . still
went, and brought His closest friends with Him.

What might Jesus be asking you to do this day, as you follow Him?
Are you paying attention?
Is it scary?
Is it beyond what you think you can do?
Maybe itโ€™s โ€œthe worstโ€ you could imagine.

You . . . I . . . we do not know what lies ahead. But Jesus does. And as He calls your name this day, or tomorrow, or next week and beyond, the Call is direct . . . and clear: โ€œLetโ€™s go . . . โ€œ with Him.

When you choose to follow, that is the bottom line.

Will you follow His, โ€œLetโ€™s goโ€ ?


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Godโ€™s Ilogical Math: 1+1= Infinity

โ€œMy Kindness is all you need.
My Power is strongest when you are weak.โ€
2 Corinthians 12:9

For most of my adult life, I was privileged to have a front row Seat in watching God carry out
some incredibly amazing Answers to some extremely difficult Problems in my personal world.

The Problem: 1 very โ€œlostโ€ small-town young man + 1 very shy โ€œPKโ€ (Pastorโ€™s Kid) + a large population of very troubled young people + God = People (estimate unavailable) now in the Kingdom of God.

I was the โ€œchurch girl / PK (pastorโ€™s kid)โ€ who had known Jesus since the age of 3, when I
remember asking Jesus to โ€œforgive me and come into my heart.โ€ I promised to love Him forever.

Of course, at that point, my sin history was fairly brief . . .such as being mad at my little sister, sticking my tongue out behind the door at my un-seeing parent on the other side of the door, clipping an ant with my blunt-nose scissors . . . but I had a sense that those things would probably not make Jesus happy or proud of me.

When, in my mid-20’s, God brought a fairly new Believer into my life, I had never imagined
marrying a Coast Guard guy . . . a former โ€œpot-headโ€ with a troubled teenage past, raised a
Catholic (his church highlight was drinking the left-over wine from the Host as an altar boy.)
That was followed by years of living without any personal awareness of Who God really is, nor of Godโ€™s Love and Purpose waiting in his future.

Our unlikely Math added 3 boys to our picture, and then 1+1+1+1+1โ€ฆ.to an un-numbered Sum, of troubled young and not-so-young people from our city and beyond, all the way to the Sahara Desert of North Africa.

Our human logic can never attain the Logic of our Creator. He by-passed all human โ€œlogicโ€
when He created the world . . . the heavens . . . and our own human forms designed to carry His Own Spirit in each one. He far surpassed human logic when He sent His Son to die on earth so that we could live forever with Him.

May we carry that Eternal Treasure of His โ€œillogical Mathโ€ as we individually live out our
numbered Days. And may you be numbered in the Divine โ€œ+โ€ to His Equation into which He has added us.

ย ย Encounter #5

A Little Village, A Desperate Couple, A Shelter for Animal . . . and a Baby

โ€œWhile they were in Bethlehem,ย 
The time came for Mary to have her child.ย 
She gave birth to her firstborn son.
She wrapped Him in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger
because there was no room for them in the inn.โ€
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Luke 2:6

The young couple were newly-weds.  But it had been a rough start.  The bride was pregnant.  Mary had been at risk of being publicly stoned to death.  And Joseph would have been the obvious culprit.  The unfolding Story  could have  cost Mary her life, and ended then and there.

But through Godโ€™s Divine Mercy and Love, God assured Joseph that the Child in Maryโ€™s womb was of His Orchestration.  The Angel-Messenger told Joseph that God was orchestrating the Events through which he and Mary were being led.  God was unfolding a Plan that could change the eternal destinies of every person  who would choose to follow His Plan – through all time.   Mary and Joseph would be the first ones to hold, love, protect, and nurture the Son of God, now growing in Maryโ€™s womb.  The Child would grow into a Man Who would provide the Way to Eternal Life.  

The Way would cost this Child everything.  

Before the young couple and the Baby in Maryโ€™s womb could settle into their new life together in Nazareth, the Roman Empire sent out a decree to the people of Israel.  The Empire wanted a headcount of every person in Israel.  Taxes were to be assessed and required of each.  Every citizen had to go to the cities of their familyโ€™s heritage, be registered with the Empire, and taxes paid. Josephโ€™s family heritage was from Bethlehem.

This was certainly not a โ€œhoneymoonโ€ trip for Joseph and Mary.  It would have been a nightmare trip for the young couple. Mary was now carrying her unborn Son through hot, rugged terraine with only the supplies they could carry. Hormonal changes, physical changes, and emotional impact of pregnancy is challenging in a โ€œnormalโ€ situation.  But the stressful realities the young couple had to walk through must have caused questions and challenges at a far higher level than what they could have imagined. Fellow travelers would be physically spent and emotionally frustrated as their occupied nation was forced to even more merciless demands than had already been imposed under the brutal Roman occupation.  All of Israel shared  the same cruel treatment by the Roman military in their small nation.  The journey could easily be a trip that many would not survive.  Rugged, hot, hilly terraine, and  limited water would complicate their journey from Nazareth. . . most probably on foot. Then, at their destination, they would have to hand their hard-earned money to greedy, often cruel hands of their merciless, God-less  oppressors.  

For the young family,  especially Mary being far along in her first pregnancy, the journey would have held risks, problems, and stress beyond imagining.  The trip was likely by foot, through rugged terrain for a distance of about 90 miles. The precious Baby in Maryโ€™s womb would have added even more concern and sense of responsibility for the two first-time parents. 

Joseph was likely required to pay his taxes in Bethlehem, the city of his familyโ€™s heritage.  However, the small town was teeming with travelers from all over Israel who were now flooding the city because of the Roman mandate.  Their hoped-for  โ€œinnโ€ with no vacancies was likely in Jerusalem.   Bethlehem is within sight of Jerusalemโ€™s walls, about 5 miles from the Temple.  But the small village would not be large enough to accommodate such a human overflow of visitors to Jerusalem.  

Whatever the logistical situation, Bethlehem was nearest to Jerusalem. The humble village was where David had been born, and where he had watched over the sheep of his father.  From the hills of Bethlehem, Jerusalem is clearly visible.  The lambs needed for Temple sacrifices were primarily raised in the rolling fields between the little town and the Temple in Jerusalem that glistened within sight.  Lambs raised for Temple sacrifices grazed those hills, with their shepherds keeping watch over them.  The Gate in Jerusalemโ€™s wall used for the sacrifice lambs to be brought to the Temple was within a few milesโ€™ walk of the humble village.  The hills between the village and the City were pleasant pastures for the flocks of the shepherds of Bethlehem.

Bethlehemโ€™s small-town setting offered Joseph and Mary a possible โ€œPlan Bโ€ urgent alternative to Jerusalemโ€™s crush of frustrated, oppressed, (literally taxed visitors that had flooded the city.)  

Plan โ€œBโ€ was now in process. . .

Arriving in Bethlehem did not relieve the young coupleโ€™s desparate situation.  Mary and Joseph now faced a new reality of NO place to stay.  No water to wash the dust of the hot, rugged trip. Likely, no clean water to even quench their thirst.   Any shelter for travelers was no longer available.  Every available room in both Jerusalem and nearby Bethlehem was full of equally weary, frustrated, hungry and thirsty travelers who had been forced to make the journey.

And now, Mary was clearly in labor.  The Baby was coming.  In desperation, Joseph found space in a stable . . . inhabited by the animals.  There was no other option.

 . . . and the Baby was born.  

A young man helped his new wife as she gave birth to the Baby that God had intentionally placed into their lives . . . into their arms . . . into their hearts.  God had given His Own Son into their keeping.  Father to father.  Son,  now in human  form, was held within a young womanโ€™s arms.  The Divine entrusting the Divine into human arms. . . . human hearts. .  .  for the sake of the World.

The Loveliness of the Commonplace

Part 3

โ€œCome to Me. I will give you rest.โ€
Matthew 11:28

Rest.

Such a simple, common word. Such a common human need. Such a common, human
experience. . . but not always within our grasp.

Remember an experience when you were utterly exhausted. You could hardly put one foot infront of the other, because your strength was gone. There was nothing left in you to give.

Many in our world have lost the experience of true โ€œrest.โ€ Stress, pressure, emotional turmoil . . . so much a part of our lives in a world that is full of activity, effort, fear, insecurity.

Jesus certainly faced that common human reality while He walked in our world. He would not have experienced our earthly, human limitations in Heavenโ€™s Realm before He chose to come in human form and live the human experience. He spoke of rest. He took rest. Even in a boat during a violent storm, His human body needed to sleep.

But โ€œsleepโ€ is not necessarily โ€œrest.โ€ We may be able to sleep. . . but wake up with the same
emotional turmoil, mental anguish, heart-aches, and spiritual emptiness that drains Life from our very beings. We carry emotional and mental weights that are too heavy to bear.We take on burdens that slow our walk to a crawl. Or to a halt.

Jesusโ€™ simple, open Invitation is exactly what our exhausted, empty souls need. Rest. Not just a physical โ€œrestโ€. Not just a mental โ€œrest.โ€ Not just an emotional โ€œrest.โ€ But a rest that only He can give. An all-encompassing rest that touches far beyond the physical need. It touches our very soul.

I will never forget an experience I had in the Sahara Desert, in the refugee camps in July one summer. Temperatures were +120 degrees Fahrenheit, with no breeze. I dragged myself into a tent and laid on a thin rug covering the sand. Completely exhausted, dehydrated, hot, and fully wrapped in my traditional covering, I fell asleep. A few hours later, I slowly began to awaken, with a soft awareness of gentle hands holding one foot, and then the other, tenderly wiping each with a soft, wet cloth. Without opening my eyes, the gentle care brought me back to awareness and the sensation of tender hands and a soft, wet cloth tenderly removing the dusty, gritty sand that coated my cracked, sore feet. First one. Then the other. I was having a little taste of Heaven on that desert floor! My senses were being awakened. . . my thoughts began to engage, . . . my exhausted mind sensed โ€œlifeโ€ returning, and my heart was aware of Godโ€™s gentle love and care . . . through the hands of a loving friend.

That simple, tender act of kindness . . . to the most unseemly, battered part of my body, brought an unmatched sense of love, care, soothing, and comfort like nothing I had experienced before. It continues to be one of those moments that I will never forget.

A worn basin, cool water, a humble cloth, and gentle hands. When offered into Godโ€™s Hands,
they bring healing that goes deeper than our eyes can see.

The Loveliness of the Commonplace

Part 2

โ€œBlessed are those who recognize they are spiritually helpless.
The Kingdom of Heaven belongs to these.โ€
Matthew 5:3

Jesus knew more than any human being that has ever walked the earth what spiritual
helplessness looked like. Whether we recognize it or not, it is the reality we all share. God
knows it. Jesus-in-human-form knew it. We are the ones who find it difficult to admit that truth of how helpless we truly are regarding our own spirits.

I grew up in the โ€œchurch world.โ€ I was rarely exposed to the realities of the โ€œfallen worldโ€ all
around me. However, the โ€œchurch worldโ€ was quite full of โ€œfallen worldโ€ people. Often, despite best efforts, it was difficult to differentiate between the two worlds.

When I (a โ€œPastorโ€™s Kidโ€ aka โ€œPKโ€) grew up and fell in love, it was with a man whose life
experience was in a traditional faith that was quite foreign to my experience. I grew up with an attitude toward his faith tradition as a faith that was โ€œmissing the Boat.โ€ Although I very
personally had asked Jesus to come into my life when I was a little girl, I saw in my husband a genuine kind of faith that was borne out of his very genuine realization of the โ€œlost-nessโ€ of his life before coming to know Jesus. He knew what it was to be truly โ€œlostโ€ . . . and then truly โ€œfoundโ€ by his Savior. As our lives became established together in following Christ, I began to realize very personally witness the transformation that Jesus could create in any human heart opened to invite Him into their life. I could see transformations of lives, as these new Believers asked Him to give them a new heart and His Spirit.

It changed my whole perspective of my world. I was watching real people, who had never
known the Forgiveness and New Life that Jesus made possible, come into a very real
experience of Life-Change. . . Heart Change . . . Mind Change . . . and Eternal Destiny Change.

Those Truths and Promises I had always been taught took on living, breathing Life as I watched people walking away from โ€œwhat wasโ€ and into a new Life. They were experiencing new thoughts, new spirits, and new Eternal Destinies now in their lifeโ€™s reality.

Jesusโ€™ Presence in our lives . . . our hearts . . . our minds . . . changes everything. It is real. It is
visible. It comes out in practical, tangible ways that others notice. It is seen in the simple acts of daily life. It shows up in thoughts and actions and motivations and attitudes that had not been part of our lives before He came to us. . . into us. The Common becomes something Lovely.

The Loveliness of the Commonplace

(Part 1)

โ€œI have told you this so that
My Peace will be with you.
In the world you will have trouble.
But donโ€™t be sad!
I have overcome the world.โ€
John 16:33

They had spent the evening together. They had shared a meal, spent time together in a
comfortable setting, and had enjoyed uninterrupted time relaxing and simply enjoying each
otherโ€™s company without the frequent demands that came to Jesus from people who wanted His attention and help. Jesus had washed their feet before the meal, taking personal time in that simple, kind, practical act with each of His dearest followers. They had been through so much together in the past few years.

They did not realize what was so soon to come as they sat with Him, relaxing that evening. He showed no signs of worry, or fear, or sadness as they spent that time together. Jesus was focused on His friends, giving them encouragement. They were not aware of how frightening and difficult the coming hours and days would be. . . not only for them, but for Him.

In those hours spent together, Jesus gave His full attention to them. He was not focused on the horrors that He knew were to take place later that night and the coming days. His full attention was on them. He was focused on them. . . these friends with whom He had shared Life and ministry for the past three years.

I cannot imagine spending the final hours of my life, knowing of horrific events that would soon begin to unfold, focused on a roomful of friends, sharing a meal, being the โ€œPerfect Host,โ€ and being fully Present with them throughout that final evening. What Love! What selfless attention He focused on them. Simple. Practical. Needful. Care for His friends. Serving them, with the full knowledge of what was to come for Him.

May my focus . . . my priorities . . . my energies reflect to the people who matter most in my life, the selflessness that Jesus lived and breathed each day. May my eyes be focused on serving and loving well throughout my days. Even when my own heart may be troubled and broken, may I reflect the One Who has loved me so well, even when it was not deserved. May those simple, practical ways of caring for the people in my life be a reflection of Jesus. . . and allow Him to use it in ways that I never could.

Looking UP . . . from the Valley


โ€œJesus said, โ€˜Letโ€™s go up to Jerusalem.โ€™โ€

Sounds exciting, doesnโ€™t it?! Jesus Himself inviting His followers to go with Him to Jerusalem! Such a special place! Such a โ€œCrown Jewelโ€ focal point for all of Israel.

But in order to go โ€œupโ€ to Jerusalem, you have to go down through the Kidron Valley that
surrounds the โ€œupโ€ of Jerusalem. Itโ€™s not glamorous. It would not have been an easy trek for
Jesus and His friends. Itโ€™s hot. Itโ€™s quite a steep hike up to Jerusalem. Not many shady spots
along the way on that steep slope. On foot. In sandals. BYO water. Etc.

But Jerusalem is worth the trek. All of Israel felt that. Even to this day, there is truly something very unique . . . VERY special about the first glimpse of Jerusalem from a distance. But winding through the heights/mountains around Jerusalem is not an easy trek on foot.

What a visual and experiential Picture God had designed as the Main Stage for His Greatest
Work to unfold in History! And through ages of turmoil and violence surrounding that Special Place, it still stands. Although the โ€œTempleโ€ now lives in our own hearts. . . where His Spirit resides when He has been invited . . . the Land remains.

It strikes me as SO relevant today, as Jesus continues to say to each of His Own followers now, โ€œLetโ€™s go up to Jerusalem.โ€ The โ€œCity of God.โ€ โ€˜Come with Me, . . . letโ€™s Go together.โ€™

Whatever โ€œValleyโ€ has been the setting of your present reality, His invitation continues. And I think that the sweetest part of the invitation is that He intends to be on the Journey with us! He could have said, โ€œHey! Buddy! You need to go up to Jerusalem! I have a good reason to tell you to do it. Just Trust Me!โ€ But thatโ€™s not what He does. He is making the trek with us. No map provided. No travel coupons included. No shade even offered. . . nor Kwik Trips along the way. Basically, Weโ€™re gonna hike it together. We can do this! Letโ€™s go! (My personal
translation, here.)

Weโ€™re all in our own โ€œvalleyโ€ spots. Weโ€™ve been following Him. Sometimes He seems โ€œmissing-in-action,โ€™ . . . but He never is. And when those times come and He asks us to do something outside of the โ€˜usual,โ€™ we might hesitate . . . question . . . start making our list of plans. Thatโ€™s only human, right?

But His Response is usually quite simple. โ€œLetโ€™s go.โ€ And that is enough.

Never Too Young For God to Speak

โ€œYou, child, will be called a prophet of the Most High.
You will go ahead of the Lord to prepare His Way,
You will make his people know that they can be saved through the forgiveness of their sins.
A new day will dawn on us from above
because our God is loving and merciful.โ€
Luke 1:76-78

They had longed for and prayed for God to give them a child, but their age had made it an
impossible dream. They had been faithful servants of the God of Israel, but any hope of having a baby of their own was gone.

But Godโ€™s Timing is perfect.

When Zechariah and Elizabeth had passed the point of โ€œpossibilityโ€ . . . God gave them John,
and He laid out His Plan for that pre-born baby boy. Speaking to the tiny life growing in
Elizabethโ€™s womb, God gave the child His Purpose, and his name: John. He would be the
Voice in the desert, announcing and preparing his nation for the One soon to come into the
world during Johnโ€™s lifetime. The mission God would give their son in his adult life:
Announcing and preparing his nation for the Messiahโ€™s coming. All those years of longing for a baby. . . and Hope was gone. Only Godโ€™s Intervention could make it possible.

And He did. . . in a direct Communication from God, while still in his mamaโ€™s womb, God gave
that tiny human his Purpose in life. His message would be laying the Groundwork for the
coming Messiah, already being โ€œknit togetherโ€ in his Cousin Maryโ€™s womb.

God gives us a Glimpse of how and who He uses to carry out His Words, Love, and Purposes in this world. Luke, a chosen disciple of Jesus, gives us through his writings, a glimpse of Godโ€™s preparations through un-likely people . . . even infants and small children . . . to join Him in bringing His Light into our dark world. Sometimes even little ones give us pearls of wisdom that come through the mouths of babesโ€ฆa most unexpected source.

May we be willing and obedient โ€œchildrenโ€ to listen to our Fatherโ€™s Words and speak them in a dark world waiting for His Light.

Feeling Forgotten?

โ€œAlthough mothers may forget,
I will not forget you.
I have engraved you on
the palms of My Hands.โ€
Isaiah 49:15-16

I need to make little reminders to myself, but not at a convenient moment when I have a piece of paper and a pencil handy. So, I will make the note on my own hand. That way Iโ€™m sure not to lose it in the bottom of my purse or the floor of my car.

I find it very interesting that God refers His Words about โ€œforgettingโ€ to mothers. I donโ€™t sense any condemnation or criticism in His Words. . . rather a universal reality acknowledging the seemingly endless pieces of information for which mothers have to keep track on a daily . . . hourly. . . minute-by-minute basis concerning the children, people, and details in her life. Some of those details we do simply forget.

Because mothers are usually the more present parent in their childโ€™s life, she becomes the one to whom her children automatically look as their frequent needs and desires come to their little minds and hearts.

Itโ€™s been a common scenario since the beginning of Time.

Feeling forgotten by a parent is a painful experience. If the one who gave birth to you is gone, there is a human nature dynamic that is instinctual . . . not contrived nor imposed. Itโ€™s a part of the โ€œwiringโ€ that God used from the Beginning of His Creation of life on this earth between the โ€œBirth-erโ€ and the โ€œBirth-ee.โ€

But itโ€™s also a part of human nature to forget. But, by Godโ€™s perfect Design, the seemingly most impossible โ€œforgettingโ€ situation would be that of a mother forgetting her child. It would be like forgetting your own arm or leg. Someone who had been divinely a part of her own body will always have that Created link, no matter what may damage that in life.

What a profound parallel God makes to that global Truth that has been in existence since Creation! Itโ€™s an example to which every human being can relate since The Beginning.
Our Father in Heaven, Who brought human life into existence by His Own Hands, not through a womb, has each of us permanently imprinted there. On His Hand.

The only thing He forgets is the sin His Sonโ€™s Blood has covered.