Unusual Week

I know people don’t have the same opinion as I do sometimes. Yet, I have to say, “God is good.”

My car acted up the other day, so I took it to the shop and they were so busy they couldn’t look at it that day. They checked it over and called experts and couldn’t get the problem to repeat itself. I don’t know how much time they spent. They drove it at least twice. They checked the wiring for a loose connection. When my husband drove me over, I asked how much I owed. “No charge.”

We’ve been customers of theirs for probably nine years now if not longer, but it’s that kind of service that keeps us returning. They know we use them for most of our automotive needs and we keep our cars until they’re not usable anymore. So as the cars age, they get more business from us in repairs. They practice integrity and we reward them by continuing on as their regulars.

That’s what author Stephen Covey called a win/win situation.

I found an exercising group for older folks at a local home for disabled and/or elderly adults today.

Last Saturday I hurt my back. It’s almost totally normal now, but when we did leg lifts from a sitting position in a chair, I thought, No way am I going to chance re-injuring those muscles. So, ladies in their seventies and eighties did most of the routine and I skipped at least a third of it. That humbled my pride. 🙂

My husband and I listened to Richard Wurmbrandt tonight, a Jewish man persecuted for his belief in Christ in a Communist country. He was in prison for 14 years and suffered terribly. Tonight I heard him say he felt bad that he got out after only 14 years. “Who will witness to the torturers if all the persecuted Christians get out?”

He’s 80 now. He got released years ago and almost didn’t leave, but the other prisoners told him to go and tell the world about Jesus and the fact that Christians are suffering for their faith.

How can I say that God is good when people suffer? Just because others choose to act in despicable ways doesn’t mean that God isn’t good. It means that what He has said about human beings is correct. We all fall short of His glory. That’s in the book of Romans.

We need Jesus to change us into less despicable acting folks. We needed Jesus to take our sins on Him so we can go to heaven and live with God, our perfect Father. God sees the overall picture. He’s good and He asks us to be a part of His kingdom, even while we’re still alive on earth. He wants us to represent Him – loving, kind, compassionate, just, merciful, giving so people will of their own accord come to faith and change their wicked ways with His help.

Richard Wurmbrandt really gets this and tries to let Americans and persons of other nationalities know this.

I hope lots of people will know that God is good, so they’ll turn to Him and receive His love and citizenship in heaven one day.

I’m ending here because I am really trying to sleep earlier at night. Last night, I was up much later than normal.

By the way, I’m going to meet a friend tomorrow to catch up with each other. I haven’t seen her in at least two years. Another unusual event and I’ll skip mentioning the rest.

May God bless you!

 

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A Restful Day

There is one advantage to a cold and windy day in my life. Every time I thought about going outside, a loud rumbling wind shook our house a tiny bit. I’d look outside and see the trees flinging their leaves through the air and think, I’m not going out in that freezing weather. (It’s still windy tonight and it started yesterday evening.)

So, other than cooking and doing some dishes and a small excursion out the front door to see if our garbage can survived the blowing, (it had disappeared), I stayed inside. I layered myself in blankets and scarves made of yarn and a fluffy long cowl in style last year. It may still be fashionable, but I don’t notice what’s happening in the clothing industry at the beginning or the end of trends.

Anyhow, when my husband got home from work he asked me what I did all day. I told him I mostly read a book. “You took a day off?”

“Yes, a day off.”

Last week, I mentioned on this blog that we counseled a young mom with lots on her plate that she take a day off once a week. As my husband emphasized this to her, I thought, When is the last time I took a day off? On Sunday, I got up earlier than I wanted to, to fulfill an obligation, then I helped with the children, took a small nap because I was exhausted, and then got to evening church earlier than normal because the worship leader asked me to for extra practice. Unfortunately, I drank a caffeinated drink, not thinking how late it was, and so I didn’t sleep well.

So, I slept in this morning and the day took off on its own. It felt kind of nice to have a day off and I’ll be busy with family and preparations for Thanksgiving for the next few days.

I read in the book of Acts today. It’s so easy to read about the Apostle Paul being empowered by the Holy Spirit to speak more boldly of Jesus Christ and then the consequences of it. He received power from on high, so he worked miracles and then people got saved. Other people got jealous of the crowds leaving their religion to follow Jesus, and then Paul got persecuted – stoned and left for dead, beaten with whips and placed in jails. On his way to Rome, his ship got beaten by a severe storm and they all had to float to an island on boards of the ship if they couldn’t swim. When a poisonous viper attached itself to Paul’s arm, the natives thought Paul was destined to die. After he shook the snake into the fire, they waited for him to swell up with the poison coursing through his veins. After he lived, they decided he was a god and tried to worship him. The same thing happened earlier in Athens, they thought he and his co-worker were descendants of Zeus and began worshiping him. He had to set them straight.

I tried to picture living the life Paul lived, an imperfect man trying his best to represent Jesus Christ to the Jews and then to the Gentiles in a humble manner. To be trusted by God with the gift of miracles and to suffer “a thorn in the flesh,” to be reminded that his full reliance is on God. He couldn’t expect a pain-free life here on earth.

I don’t read the Bible to be entertained, but not having lived to those extremes, it gets me thinking of faith and what it may require. My fiction book today spoke of Christians living with pain. I’ll try and write of that tomorrow.

All in all, God is near to the brokenhearted, it says in Isaiah_61:1, (KJV), The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;

And again, Jesus says this in Luke_4:18, (KJV), “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised,”.

May God bless you!

 

 

 

Christians Need to Fight

Sometimes I’ll tell my husband that I feel like I’m in a spiritual battle. Big sigh.

He’ll tell me, “We’re always in a battle.”

No big deal. That’s life.

Today I pondered the idea of fighting back. Not taking kick boxing classes, (are those for fighting or getting in shape)?

Anyhow, I thought of Christians all over the world being persecuted for their faith. Americans only face a little of that so far, although in the secular media I’ve noticed that the crazy guy with the ax often carries a Bible in the other hand. Right. I know a LOT of Christians and none of them are murderers.

So, to get back to the fighting bit. I think every Christian should pick up their Sword of the Spirit – the word of God, and yield it with all their might, humbly on their knees in prayer.

Can you imagine if every Christian in the world spent an extra five minutes a day repenting of sin and then praying for others, using God’s word to remind Him of His promises, and then listened quietly for another five minutes? I believe the battle in the heavenlies would rock our world like ISIS or that mean person in our lives never dreamed of.

Eph. 6:12  (KJV) states: “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”

God wants us involved in this life for His glory and for His love to be spread to others through us. How can we love others if we’re not in communication with the Great I Am?

We can only love and pray and serve and exist with the strength God gives us. When we try and do it on our own, we wimp out. We get tired, sick, discouraged, misdirected, maybe even feel manipulated.

Even Jesus took time with the Father every single day. If God the Son needs time with God the Father to be re-charged, how can we go it alone?

I’m just picturing more victory in this world when we all participate, because for some odd reason, God wants to include us in the heavenly realms’ battle, which impacts our sod.

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