Archive | January 2016

My Cure for Homesickness

I’m homesick for my kids. This bout came on suddenly. I woke up from a Friday evening nap, poured some sweet tea over ice, and prepared to do a little writing. That’s become my end of the work-week — rest up for the week-end routine.

With no words on the tip of my fingers, and sensing none stored in my tired brain, I picked up my Bible. The ribbon was between the two books of Thessalonians. I turned, page left, and started reading at I Thessalonians, the fifth chapter.

From the first verse, Paul was sounding like a parent, telling the church at Thessalonica that he shouldn’t have to write what he was about to write. He goes on to warn that “the day of the Lord comes like a thief in the night.” In verse 4, “But you, brethren, are not in darkness, so that the day should overcome you as a thief.” And verse 5, “You are all sons of light and sons of day. We are not of the night nor of darkness.” Then verse 6 starts with a “Therefore…”

It was at verse 6 when the homesickness hit me. First, I laughed. How many times have I started a lecture to my own children with, “You ought to know better?” Verses 6-15 give instruction, each with a clarification or rationale. I was always the kind of mother to elaborate on simple instruction. By verses 16-22, Paul leaves out the reason, and just tells the church what they need to do. It took me back to the days when I yelled out last minute instruction — clearly and succinctly so the teenager walking out the door would not be able to claim mistake or excuse.

Then my eyes got teary. Where I would have told my three kids, “Because I said so,” Paul tells his children, who he had loved from their infancy as Christians, “for this is the will of God.”

After Jesus, Paul is probably the most famous bachelor in the Bible, but he sure wrote like a parent. The last six verses are a prayer for the church, and Paul included himself as he wrote that prayer. I hope you’ll read the entire chapter. It’s short. When you get to the sixth verse, pay attention to the way Paul changes from the word “you” and begins to include himself with the instructed.

How many times were my own words aimed at my three children when they landed in my own ears?

The verse for my week: Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. I Thessalonians 5:16-18

As for my homesickness, there is only one cure. I’m gonna add $100 to my travel to Okinawa fund, find the cheapest flight to Phoenix and book it. Then finally, I’ll call my grandson, Isaac, in the morning. His birthday is Sunday. Maybe he can talk his mom and dad into meeting me and Roger in Springfield for a birthday dinner.

For Rob, Paula, and Aimee: If all I had in this world was you, I would have reason to rejoice. You know I pray for you and thank God for you – every day – sometimes 3 or 4 times a day. And before I forget, do what it says in the fifth chapter of I Thessalonians. Because I said so.

There. I feel better already.

Need an Oriental Rug?

The apartment was clean and tidy. Laundry was done, and supper was nearly ready. He proceeded to the living room where he emptied his arms and rather than turning to greet me with a hug and a kiss, he opened his pack over the oriental rug and dumped his very smelly, muddy fatigues (battle dress uniforms) and dirty equipment.

Whoa! That got my attention.

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too. What kind of greeting was that?”

I was new at the welcome your husband home after a bad day thing, so I expected him to cut me some slack. Not so. I offered to hold dinner and fill the tub for him.

“I’ll do it myself.”

I let him. The meat was dry and the potatoes too salty, but he gobbled it down anyway. His mood didn’t improve and I pushed.

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“Nothing was wrong until you unloaded all that filth on my rug?”

No response. He didn’t seem to notice the ownership I applied to the rug, went into the bedroom, and closed the door. My dad would have given my mom a good argument. I knew how to argue, but I had no clue how to deal with pouting silence. When arguing through the bedroom door was ineffective, I backed off and let him sleep.

Okay. I’ll admit I didn’t let him sleep right away. I cleaned up his mess, making as much noise as possible. I wanted him to be able to hear me brushing the mud off every pair of pants and cleaning each piece of his gear. There was also some moaning and loud groaning involved. I calculated what my huge reward would be for my act of self-sacrifice. I was a young wife, and didn’t understand my actions didn’t meet the criteria of sacrifice.

To sacrifice means to give, with no expectations and with the understanding that no one, other than you, will pay the price for your good deeds. I wanted Jack to feel punished. (Excerpt from Life On Goliath’s Mountain)

That really happened. Wish I could say it happened to someone else, but it was me. I was willing to “fight fair,” but it takes two. And my offender, with one grand gesture, wanted to be done with the struggles of his day.

Wouldn’t it be great if everyone treated us the way we wanted to be treated while overlooking our lapses in judgment or restraint? We’ll never know.

But here’s the place we need to start:
Proverbs 15:1 says, “A soft answer turns away wrath, But a harsh word stirs up anger.”

Did you hear the harshness in my words? Did you sense the harshness in my actions? That was nearly 40 years ago. I memorized the words to Proverbs 15:1 as a child, but lately, I haven’t done such a great job of applying them to my daily interactions.

I think these few words of instruction deserve at least a week of repetition and effort. It’s my verse of the week. Join me?

We can talk about sacrifice versus wannabe martyrs some other time. I know some of you could teach me a thing or two, but it’s Friday night. I’ve had a rough week. And I can’t find an oriental rug to dump on.

Good, Better or Best

by Kathy Stanford

In recent months I have been motivated to reduce the clutter of my life. I have “stuff” and I have emotional baggage. Both hinder my focus on Jesus and the ability to serve Him in complete freedom. It’s not always easy to know what to let go and what to “hang on to”. Some choices are obvious – throw away the worn out shoes, keep the picture of the grandkids. Some choices however, are more subtle – the pants are one size small but I plan to lose weight; the betrayal was years ago and I’ve forgiven, but still cling to that familiar pain like an old friend. You know what I’m talking about.

I am finding  guidance in Hebrews 12:1 which encourages us to “lay aside every encumbrance, and the sin which so easily entangles us” so that we may “run with endurance the race that is set before us”. Webster defines encumber as 1. to hold back the motion or action of; hinder; 2. to burden; load down. We often hear the adage of “good, better and best” when struggling with choices but, based on this definition, I’m beginning to think any choice other than “best” becomes an encumbrance.

So how do I recognize “best”? The place to start is with God’s word. If you joined Rita in her scripture memory challenge you are well on your way to understanding the best choices. Last week Colossians 3:1-2 told us to set our minds on things above, not on things of the earth. Matthew 5:16 told us to let our good works shine so that God would be glorified and this week’s verse(Ephesians 4:32) encourages us to remember what God has done for us and treat others in a like manner. The more I line up my choices with the guidelines of God’s Word the easier it is to make the “best” choice.

When I’m not focused on following Jesus and make those less than best choices, my life becomes a cluttered mess. I might even become a George like Rita described! I encourage you to join me as I work to unclutter my life. Together we’ll get rid of those encumbrances that are keeping us from having God’s “best” life.

“Thank you Jesus for your patience with me. Please give me wisdom and courage to make those best choices.”

If you don’t know Jesus or are unsure, click on the tab at the top of the page for more information.

By George!

“How rude! That kid wouldn’t work for me. Not for long, that is.”

“It’s not his fault, George. He’s not the one in charge. Calm down.”

“But they lost our bags and now I’ve missed the game.”

“So, you think he should lose his job? Why not can his boss? Would you stand still while your boss yelled at you that way? Who made the rules? I feel for the guy. You had a boss like that once, and what did you do? You walked out. Let’s just take a seat, like he said. I need to get off my feet.”

George stood where he could watch as new bags dropped. Round and round. Black bags, brown bags, large bags, small bags. Bags from Miami, but not their bags. Most of them grabbed on the first pass.

Wanda kept her eyes on George. When the red from his neck reached his face, he would need two of his pills. They were for his Type A, but George told folks they were for his heart.

She watched as he pulled his phone from his belt. “Who could that be? The kids should be at work by now.”

“Dad, you left your bags by the front door. How could you do that? Didn’t you think about them when you checked in? What do you want me to do?”

“Ship them. I’ll send you the cash.”

Wanda rose from her seat to join George as he walked back to the young man.

“Found our bags. By the way, I had a boss like that once. It’s tough.”

Without explanation, George grabbed the back of Wanda’s arm, and directed her toward the exit.

“But our bags?”

“Let’s go.”

There was no rattle in his pocket.

“Wanda, where are my car keys?”

“In one of the bags.”

 

Know anyone like George? He (or she) wants everyone to think they have life all sewn up. I’ve changed his name to protect the guilty, but George gets loud and seems to think he (or she) has the right, if not the responsibility to point out mistakes and call out the one who erred.

Ever been absolutely sure you were right, only to discover, like George did, that the problem you’re in the middle of was created by you, and no one else? No public confessions required. We’ve all been guilty. Even George. But don’t expect an admission of imperfection or hold your breath for an apology. It won’t happen.
The most we get from the “Georges of the world” is an attempt to gloss over his (her) own flaws or errors in judgment with a joke or belated kindness. When the Georges I know sense they have hit too hard or aimed their harsh words in the wrong direction, they seldom back down quietly. It’s more likely their “victim” will be the one to apologize.

I could go on with my description of George, but is it really necessary? If you haven’t identified a “George” by now, God has blessed you in a special way.

You might be saying, “So, we can’t change George, so why waste time thinking about him (or her). What can we do when we encounter a George?”

Well, every George is different, but here’s where to start:

And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you. Ephesians 4:32 (NKJV)

It’s my memory verse of the week, and something I’m working on.

Did You Get Everything You Wanted for Christmas?

Did you get everything you wanted for Christmas? If you don’t count having all my children and grandchildren around the same Christmas tree, I did.

In 2013, I was already thinking about my Christmas list in October. No, I wouldn’t write my wants on a piece of paper in the form of a list, but believe me, I had started a list. Then I came across this verse of scripture, and realized I was about to step into one of the oldest traps in history. Colossians 3:1-2 says, If then you were raised with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ is, sitting at the right hand of God. Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth. (NKJV)

So I did that, but it wasn’t easy. A history of retail addiction made setting my mind on the heavenly and the intangible one of the hardest things. Christmas 2014 was a little easier for me to focus on what was important. This past Christmas – the junk mail, especially the retail propaganda, went straight to the trash. Problem not completely solved, but tragedy averted. Setting my mind is not only possible, it’s worth the effort. I celebrated the birth of Christ with heavenly expectations, and God delivered – without reindeer, a chimney, or snow.

Colossians 3:1-2 is worth committing to my memory. It’s my verse for the coming week.

I wrote the poem below in October of 2013. Writing it was just one way to set my mind in a different direction.

 


A Devil’s Tool

 I’ve been caught by this tool of the devil,

And suppose that you might have been too.

It sneaks through our thoughts to our actions.

Then soon drives many things that we do.

As a sin, it gets little attention.

It can be really hard to ID,

But there’s evidence of its destruction,

In everyone’s family tree.

As children, we might have been scolded,

Without hearing this sin called by name.

Maybe that’s why there’s so much frustration,

When we want what another has gained.

Have you guessed which of the commandments?

Is it two, four, six, eight or ten?

Here’s a clue: This tool of the devil,

Makes us feel that we always must win.

We call it the big, green-eyed monster,

And preach without offering grace.

Yet, when we spend time with the mirror,

We see all the green on our face.

The haughty and proud deny envy,

But if they would only think twice.

Beyond their material possessions,

Would more skill or influence be nice?

You won’t hear me saying, “It’s easy.”

Instead, hear my cry, “Help me, Lord!”

I use up my time and my wages,

And then want what another has stored.

When we do harbor envy or covet,

It’s disguised rather well as a need.

Our fam’ly and friends might not see it.

But God knows our pride and our greed.

He says to us, “Thou shalt not covet.”

Not to punish, withhold or control.

For each of us personalized blessings,

More than needs, His abundance can flow.

Help us run from the good and the better,

And to chase after all of God’s best.

Then His goodness should pour out on others.

Not hoarded. Not owned as a quest.

Oh – The list could go on – what we covet.

Some take this sad sin to the grave.

Where they want for the peace and contentment

Of others, forgiven and saved.

The last of the Ten Commandments,

Should never be seen as the least.

When we fail to obey the nine others,

Could covetous be the true beast?

So I ask of the Lord to reveal it,

When He sees this sin in His way.

I can count on His tender reminder.

It’s something like this that I pray:

Now I lay me down to sleep.

I trust the Jones’ you will keep.

If all my stuff someone should take,

I’ll be content when I awake.

Thanks for your wise and clear commands.

Thanks for your strength and guiding hands.

Whatever circumstance I find,

Help me not want for what’s not mine.

Help me to pray this every day,

For envy has a sneaky way.

I pray your mercy on this fool.

Help me avoid this devilish tool.

 

Rita Klundt

October 2013

 

 

 

Hope in the New Year

by Kathy Stanford

2016 – a New Year! What is it about a new year that fills us with hope and optimism for better things to come? It’s really just another day on the calendar, another bend in that flowing river of life. But turning the page to January 1 fills us with more hope and anticipation than turning to any other new month. Another thing that goes with a new year is lists. We have resolutions – things we hope to change, and we have goals – things we hope to achieve. Some of these are practical, like “I will exercise and eat more healthy foods”. Some are broad dreams, such as “I will find my true love”.  All are valid, because they represent our hope for a better future.  And if you have a personal relationship with the Lord Jesus, you know the only source of true hope is found in Him.* (1Tim 4:10; Ps 71:5)

And then there are those lists you find everywhere at the end of a year. You know the ones – “Ten best (or worst)……”, “100 most (or least)…..”, etc. Usually I am focused on looking forward, but for some reason I enjoy reading these lists. Maybe it’s a way to let go of last year’s mistakes and disappointments. Every year of life brings both good and bad days. We must live each one, processing it into our life story. I believe the healthiest way to do this is to hang on to the lessons learned and let go of the pain. I’m not saying it’s easy because we all know it’s hard and we have to really work at it. But Philippians 3:13-14 gives us the formula. We focus on Jesus, pressing on “for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” And when the days get tough, remember the promise of Romans 5:3-5, “And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.” Even in the trials of life we know God is at work in us, through the Holy Spirit, building our character and strengthening our hope.

Rita challenged us to join her in memorizing scripture this year. I plan to take up the challenge and encourage you to do the same. It will be an excellent way to focus on Jesus and hold tight to the hope we have in Him. 2016 may be a little bumpy, but it can be a great year of growing closer to God.

“Thank you Jesus, for the hope we we have in You.”

*If you don’t know Jesus or are unsure, click on the tab at the top of the page for more information.

2016 – New Plan for a New Year

Here goes. I’d better say it quick – before I back out. Two weeks ago I promised to share my plan for change in 2016. So here it is. Not just one thing, but two:

1. Memorize 1 verse of scripture per week.
2. Spend at least an hour per week de-cluttering our basement.

I would say naming my goal for 2016 was like ripping off a Band-Aid, but I’ve been praying about this since early November. The Band Aid won’t get yanked off until I click “Publish.” That will hurt a little, but I’m counting on feeling some relief when it’s done.

The basement de-cluttering is probably self-explanatory, but I might need to post pictures to keep myself accountable.

The scripture memorization is something I tried a few years ago – and quit after only a couple of weeks. It’s a “Here I Go Again” sort of resolution, except this time I have you to hold me accountable.

I’ll be sharing my verse of the week with you. Some will be short and some will be a bit of a challenge. Some will be newly memorized and some will be re-memorized, if there is such a thing. Pray for me.

I have a lot of scripture floating in my head. Much of it from my early years, and God was right when he said, it wouldn’t “return void.” But where is that written? I couldn’t tell you without using a concordance – or Google.

For this coming week: Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven. Matthew 5:16 (NKJV)

Tomorrow: I’ll get the Christmas decorations put away, and throw away some of the “stuff” I won’t use next year or in the near future.