Monday, January 30, 2017

Dear Christian, You can't Win.

Don't argue with fools. 
There is an old gambling saying: “You can’t lose what you don’t put in the middle”. However, what I’m witnessing on social media and news websites is: we have way too many Christians “going all in”! What I mean by that is we are wasting precious time arguing with people whose only motivation is to attack Christianity (and Christians) directly and by proxy. This is clearly evident when you witness non-believers and spiritual reprobates suddenly quoting Bible scriptures and proselyting like a possessed carnival barker. While their positions have the veneer of pure kindness and altruism, there is something inherently rotten at the core: the hatred of God. Yes, I said it because it is true…they hate everything Christianity stands for; they hate you! Now they would never have the guts to come right out and say it, but they do.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

ADORATION



I was reading Psalms 78 today and I was in absolute wonder of what an awesome God we serve! Unregenerate man cannot fully understand the wonder and power of God. Proverbs 1:7 states, “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge…” Psalms 111:10 also states, “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom; prudent are all who live by it. Your praise endures forever.”

Without being born again and without the Holy Spirit, man is incapable of truly understanding the hidden things of God. Our God is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow…for God never changes! This is the same God that split the Red Sea piling up the waters rigid as walls. This is the same God that spread a table in the desert and rained manna and meat upon the people like dust!

We must worship God in spirit and truth. God is able to take worship out of the hands of men and put it in the hands of the Holy Spirit. It is impossible to truly worship God without the impartation of the Holy Spirit. It is the operation of the Spirit of God within us that enables us to worship God acceptably through the Person of the Lord Jesus Christ, who is the physical manifestation of God. So worship originates with God and comes back to us and is reflected from us, as a mirror. This is the only worship that is pleasing to God.

Have you recently studied, and/or experienced anything that brought you into the awe-inspiring presence of God?

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Spiritual Soap

Always remember: "there is no heaven with a little corner of hell in it." It is God's desire that we be pure, holy, and right; HE will not allow us escape for one minute the scrutiny of the Holy Spirit. When we sin, the Holy Spirit convicts us and urges us to repent and become clean again. Now if we cast off this conviction and chose to remain in our own filth, the inevitable process begins to work and we end up in our own spiritual prison. It is during these times when it feels like God is a million miles away! It is during these times we may ask "Does God really love and care about me?"



Seen from God's side, it is a glorious ministry of love. For God is going to bring us out pure, spotless, and undefiled. The Lord loves us so much that HE will tax the limits of the universe in order to help us take the right road...And the moment we realize that the Holy Spirit is convicting us and our current disposition...the sooner our position with God will be drastically improved.

Do you ever wonder why there are times when God does not feel close? Maybe it is time for some spiritual soap?

Are there times when God seems like HE is far away?
What do you do in those times?


Sunday, March 13, 2016

Amputation

My mother is dying. She’s been dying for 9 years, it’s just more evident recently.  There is a lot written on grief and many times if I see an article about it, I can’t help but click and read it.  If I don’t have the time for the reading or for my own emotions evoked by such reading, I send myself the link so I’ll read it later.  I rarely pass over such articles.  I’m sure this says some about me, but I’ll leave the psycho-analyzing up to my husband. 

One such article from The Guardian particularly drew me because it wasn’t just on grief, but on the pain of losing mothers.  The article resonated, though there were a few aspects I disagree with most likely because I have a different world view than the author (more on that later).   I also grimace a little at an article that makes losing a parent seem like the epitome of grief. I’m not one to compare and compete for burdens, we all are living very different lives, and we can’t ask others to understand a perspective they haven’t lived.  But I have watched a handful of people lose a spouse, and from observing that grief, I am thankful for having not walked it.  

One such line from the article that spoke to my personal perspective is, "We have not “lost” our mothers. We say that to be polite, but in truth, we have become un-mothered, like Marie Antoinette was un-headed or that wilderness hiker who sawed off his arm was un-handed. It feels violent. It feels raw and fundamental, a pain that reaches all the way down to your ligaments and bones. Our mothers were our first firmament, literally, our first homes."

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Perpetual Prodigal

**Author’s note: I started writing this almost 4 months, which just solidifies my role as a perpetual prodigal daughter, I can’t even commit to writing a post about my lack of commitment.

Recently I was standing in my kitchen on a lazy Saturday morning making pancakes.  And I suddenly had this vivid recollection of a time I was 17 and gave a talk about faith for a freshman retreat.  I stood up in front of a bunch of 14 years old and I spoke of the trials I had faced, the testing of my faith, and the ultimate comfort of leaning on Christ.  I really thought I was something, inspiring these younger kids with my tumultuous teen years and deep, wisdom-filled faith.  I laughed out loud at the memory.  I had no idea.  What I thought was a trial and the most difficult times of my life, seem trivial now.  And I have a hard time recollecting anything of my faith that was not based on either feelings or what I had been taught in 13 years of Catholic school and 4 years of youth group and teen Jesus conferences.

I’ve always been a bit arrogant, so it’s no surprise I thought I had my shit together.  It didn’t help that I had peers tell me I was an “inspiration”.  I still have a tendency to be over confident.  But now, 15 years later, I no longer feel like an inspiration, and while I am confident in my Biblical knowledge, I often feel like a perpetual prodigal daughter, making the same mistakes over and over again. 

Saturday, November 7, 2015

I am not My Mountain

Recently in the online infertility support group I’m a part of, there was a thread asking everyone to introduce ourselves.  The specifics were, how long have you been married, where you live, how long have you been trying to conceive, and what your diagnosis is. 

I am blessed by this group.  It is a group of Christian women, struggling to conceive, but believing in the power of God.  I joined in the last 4 weeks and I look forward to getting to know these women who understand the desire to hold a child and the weariness that comes with waiting. So I really like the idea of knowing more about the lives of the women I was praying for and who are praying for me.  But I worry, when waiting for a miracle; we are giving too much power to medical diagnosis.  I’m not saying cancer patients shouldn’t seek treatment or that diabetics should throw out their insulin; don’t get me wrong.  But I am saying, when God whispers the promise of children to you and your loved ones, why not believe that promise by living it; speaking it? Why not put your faith in God’s word and not a test. 

Monday, October 19, 2015

Confessions of a Christian Cracker

I'm Sorry!
As a Caucasian male-American I pretty much came out of the womb feeling ashamed. Oppression, racism, misogyny, KKK, The Trail of Tears, etc., etc.… appear to be way too much for a white man in America to rise above.