Springtime in Florida by Tara Randel

It’s the end of April and here in Florida, flowers are blooming. Our azaleas are quite beautiful, but only last a few short weeks.

I always look forward to the myriad colors and lovely blossoms that decorate my yard, even though I don’t really have a green thumb. I have gone overboard on my back deck with pretty tropical flowers that are vibrant all spring and summer long.

I’ve been spending weekends in the yard, mostly working on areas where I have a cluster of trees or bushes that I haven’t tended to in a long time. One of the most frustrating parts of the job are the stubborn vines that grow like crazy. I’ve pulled them from the ground, but before I know it, they’re back again.

Yesterday, I struggled with a large grouping of the vines that have really sharp thorns. (I have the cuts on my arms to prove it!) I had to fight with the invasive plants to remove them in order to get to the beauty of the flowers hidden beneath. They were all mixed together, yet while the vines overtook the branches, the flowers were still there, waiting to be revealed.

Sometimes, in life, we can feel like the vines are suffocating us, but once they are removed, there is beauty all around us and in our hearts. The flowers I came across are reminders of how wonderful our God is. We may have to tangle with the weeds, but he gives us the tools to make our way in the light of His love.

Here’s a peek at some of my favorite flower pictures.

Today, if you have a chance, stop and admire any flowers you come across. Not only will it lift your spirits, but they will also be a reminder of the mighty God of creation, who makes a way for us to get out of the weeds.

Tara Randel is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author. Family values, a bit of mystery and of course, love and romance, are her favorite themes, because she believes love is the greatest gift of all. Look for her Harlequin Heartwarming romance, HER SURPRISE HOMETOWN MATCH, available now. For more information about her books, visit Tara at www.tararandel.com. Like her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/TaraRandelBooks. Sign up for Tara’s Newsletter.

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Measuring Our Worth by Vicki Hinze 

Earlier on Facebook, there was an ad on my vicki.hinze.author page.  It read:  FIND OUT YOUR WORTH and offered a free calculator as a gift for doing so.

It struck me as hilarious.  Imagine.  Measuring the worth of a human being in such a simplistic and silly manner.   But the more I pondered on it, the sadder I became.  And I soon found myself ashamed for finding humor in something so twisted.  If this is an indicator of how we view and measure ourselves, well, is it any wonder so many are confused and depressed and stay torn up inside?

Oh, we all know that in our current culture “net worth” is often measured by dollars and success is defined by money, position and/or power.  I admit that I’ve never understood that.  I know too many wealthy people who are miserable, used by others and lost.  Just hopelessly lost and struggling to find some meaning in their lives.  I know too many in positions of power that spend all their time worrying about keeping it, getting more of it, and fearing every other person in the world is manipulating them trying to steal it.  What kind of power is that… really?   You don’t often see contentment or peace at the top of their lists as what they have, but you do hear a lot about them wanting both and fearing they’ll never know it.

There are exceptions of course.  Those who think they’re above the rules and corruption doesn’t apply to them because of their special status.  Imagine the sad day that they realize they are accountable and in that accounting, there is no spin, no excuse, no bloviating, no ducking or running.  Comeuppance doesn’t discriminate.  We reap what we sow and we are accountable for every thought, word, action or deed—and yes, inaction is an action.

Earlier, I’d see something like this and just chuckle and mumble, “Lord, give them a clue.”

That didn’t happen this morning.  I looked at this through God’s eyes.  After all, He created us each and every one and loves us all equally.  And what flooded me was a deep and intense sadness.  His child hurting, His child clueless.  His child missing the point of a personalized life mission and purpose, of a personalized, handcrafted, molded mission that is evidence of each individual’s unique position and power and success.  Those things are infused in each of us by the very hand of God.  No two are exactly the same, and no other individual in the world can fulfill an indivudual’s specific purpose aside from the individual for whom it was crafted.

We are all special.  We are all powerful.  We are all incalculably worthy.

Worth can’t be measured in money or numbers any more than the measure of a man can be taken by his words.  The true measure of a man is evident in his actions.  That reveals what’s in his heart.

And that’s what I saw today in these deeper thoughts, viewing through my imagined perspective from God’s eyes.  And through that prism, I saw the pain He feels at our missing the significance of our purpose and our worth.  I saw the tragedy in the culture and the people who populate it in its kind of measures.  The hollowness of it all.

And so I’m moved today to remind you that you have a specific mission and you were created precisely as you are to fulfill it.  You have all the traits, all the abilities and skills required, or the ability to attain them, to fulfill this mission.  You have the wisdom and strength needed to exercise the judgement necessary to do the right thing for the right reason at the right time for the right person.

You see, our culture tells us we don’t change the world.  But it’s wrong.  We do.  When we impact one person in one small way, that person changes, and because s/he has, s/he will impact and change another who will change another and so on and so on.  The ripple keeps going.

That’s powerful—and often these seemingly insignificant situations are missed.  We diminish the value of them because we don’t recognize the value of them.

But if we pause just for a moment, we can position ourselves to see these things as God does—and to Him, I sincerely doubt any are insignificant.

What is the value of:

A kind word to someone lonely who hasn’t had human contact for a time?

A “well done” to a child who only hears what a rotten kid s/he is?

A smile to someone who has no one to smile at them?

A sincere “How are you today?” from someone who actually wants to know and listens to the response.

Mowing the neighbor’s yard because s/he has no mower or it’s in the shop?

Offering a worker a sealed bottle of water or something to drink?

Little kindnesses like these are said to cost us nothing.  That isn’t true.  They are treasures and cost us deeply.  They cost us something money can’t buy, no position or power can give.  They cost us a precious commodity we can’t bargain or extend.  They cost us our time.

Each sliver or segment is of the greatest value to us.  So when we share it, we’re giving our best.  We should realize that.  And so too should those with whom we share.

Measuring worth.  It’s like measuring time in a way, isn’t it?  Not in minutes or hours or years, but in moments.   Some are tender, touching, compassionate.  Some are sad, grief-stricken, shattering.  Some are joyful, elating, swell your heart until it feels too big for your chest.  But each is precious.

And the reason each moment is precious and it matters is because we know its worth.  What a gift it would be if in our culture we’d discover our own.

Blessings,

Vicki

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The Attitude of Gratitude

The attitude of gratitude is a great slogan. Having an eye for the blessings one has received is a necessary element, not only in pleasing God, but surviving the hardships that this valley of tears delivers at the most inopportune moments.

Have you ever said the following? Why now? If only this happened last week. Why in heaven’s name is it always me?

Are those the words of gratitude? Not quite. But the reason I’ve been guilty as charged is most often due to lack of perspective. How can we be truly grateful when we’re clueless about what we should be grateful for?

Life itself, the ability to think and reason, the joys of family, the beauty of nature, the ability to laugh so hard that you cry. Those are a few gifts. Running water, hot water at that, indoor toilets, antibiotics, skilled surgeons, poets, warm houses, garbage men, and plumbers to keep those taps in working order are a few more treats. The list is endless if any of us attempts to grasp in total what we should be grateful for.

I’m particularly grateful for books. I’ve always been a history buff. A lazy one, but I do enjoy picking up the random history to learn about other times and places. These one-off ventures are often fruitful. It’s as if I’m getting a kick in the pants, to learn about something I’m otherwise lacking. And I’m not talking about the history itself. Attitudes is what I’m talking about. Gratitude and perspective in specific.

Most recently I’ve been combing through the NARRATIVE OF THE CAPTIVITY AND RESTORATION OF MRS. MARY ROWLANDSON. If you need a jolt in the gratitude department, this is it. (Project Gutenberg is a fantastic treasure if you haven’t visited there. Do check it out for classic reading at its finest.)

Click => REALITY CHECK to get a gander at what Mrs. Rowlandson endured back in the 1600’s. The seventeenth century was such a wonderful era with all those modern conveniences. Butter churns. Lye soap making parties. Candle dipping. And who can forget rug beating?? A woman had such leisure. Men too. A team of oxen or mules practically plowed the fields by themselves. Right? Not quite.

Life in the colonies or any frontier was seriously hard business, harder still with the prospect of unexpected company 24/7. Our Mrs. Rowlandson had just such a visit on the tenth of February, 1675. Life as she knew it shattered in a hellish reversal she’d probably prayed would never happen. The clash of cultures, European vs Native American was often brutal. Shocking beyond our comprehension. At least mine anyway. But there were many kindnesses to be seen as well when reading these stories.

The point is, this woman, through her immense soul wrenching trials clung to her faith. She thanked God and submitted to his will with an amazingly open heart that lacked nothing in the confidence department. That alone astounds me. Mary held fast to the belief that God would come to her aid. She was a grateful servant, cleaving to Him in and out of season:

But now, the next morning, I must turn my back upon the town, and travel with them into the vast and desolate wilderness, I knew not whither. It is not my tongue, or pen, can express the sorrows of my heart, and bitterness of my spirit that I had at this departure: but God was with me in a wonderful manner, carrying me along, and bearing up my spirit, that it did not quite fail. One of the Indians carried my poor wounded babe upon a horse; it went moaning all along, “I shall die, I shall die.” I went on foot after it, with sorrow that cannot be expressed. At length I took it off the horse, and carried it in my arms till my strength failed, and I fell down with it. Then they set me upon a horse with my wounded child in my lap, and there being no furniture upon the horse’s back, as we were going down a steep hill we both fell over the horse’s head, at which they, like inhumane creatures, laughed, and rejoiced to see it, though I thought we should there have ended our days, as overcome with so many difficulties. But the Lord renewed my strength still, and carried me along, that I might see more of His power; yea, so much that I could never have thought of, had I not experienced it.

After this it quickly began to snow, and when night came on, they stopped, and now down I must sit in the snow, by a little fire, and a few boughs behind me, with my sick child in my lap; and calling much for water, being now (through the wound) fallen into a violent fever. My own wound also growing so stiff that I could scarce sit down or rise up; yet so it must be, that I must sit all this cold winter night upon the cold snowy ground, with my sick child in my arms, looking that every hour would be the last of its life; and having no Christian friend near me, either to comfort or help me. Oh, I may see the wonderful power of God, that my Spirit did not utterly sink under my affliction: still the Lord upheld me with His gracious and merciful spirit, and we were both alive to see the light of the next morning.

This is the attitude of gratitude that I hope one day to have. No, I’m not asking to be abducted and dragged through the wilderness. I’d have gotten killed for sure. Too much trouble. But I am very thankful that Mrs. Rowlandson, despite having a justifiable reason to close in on herself due to PTSD, was able to endure and write down her trials for the benefit of us all. Her example is a bona fide testament of faith in action!

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The Value of Routines by James R. Coggins

Our household runs on routines. I get up in the morning, set the thermostat to 21.5 degrees Celsius, feed our pets a pre-determined amount, make the coffee, check the weather forecast, check the news headlines, record any TV shows I might want to watch later, take my prescribed medications, and check my email. We have set methods and schedules for making beds, washing clothes, housecleaning, servicing the car, taking walks, paying bills, praying, having devotional times, and so on and so on. We have figured out the most efficient way to load dishes into the dishwasher and follow the same general pattern each time.

We have a place for everything and put everything in its place—food, pots, pans, plates, glasses, cups, serving bowls, cleaning supplies, tools, paper and office supplies, books, summer clothes, winter clothes, towels and cleaning rags, and garbage and recycling bins. Every night before going to bed, we put everything away, turn down the thermostat to 18 degrees Celsius, close the drapes, and get some things ready for the morning. We have running grocery lists, lists of daily and weekly chores, and calendars with important dates.

These routines are very useful. They save time and effort and frustration. We don’t have to figure out how to carry out daily and weekly tasks or remember if we have done something that needs doing. We don’t need to look for things because we know they are in their proper place.

One of my routines is that I do not do any of my writing and editing work on Sunday. (Even though some of my Christian clients assume I will answer emails and phone calls on that day, I postpone answering the emails and tell callers to phone back the next day.) I need a day of rest and a day for undistracted worship. Another of our routines is that we go to church on Sunday. The church service is scheduled for the same time every week.

Matthew 12 tells the story of Jesus’ disciples casually plucking some heads of grain and eating them on the Sabbath. The rule-keepers said this violated the prohibition against working and harvesting grain on the Sabbath. Jesus responded that King David and his followers, when in a desperate situation, ate consecrated bread reserved for the priests. He also said that priests worked on the Sabbath by leading temple worship. Jesus’ conclusion was that He was “Lord of the Sabbath” (Matthew 12:8 NIV). In other words, Jesus, as God’s true high priest and heir to David’s throne, could make exceptions to the rules—especially when it came to rules created by human beings. Jesus also made a point of healing people on the Sabbath. In the same story in Mark 2, Jesus added the comment: “The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath” (Mark 2:27).

(I think it necessary to add a note here so that what I am saying will not be misunderstood. It is important to understand that Jesus did not discard the idea of keeping the Sabbath. He did not discard the moral law or the truth of the Bible. What He did was allow some flexibility in the manmade rules for keeping the law, so that the law would be obeyed in spirit as well as the letter.)

Jesus also said that “New wine must be poured into new wineskins” (Luke 5:38). Life, like wine, needs containers—routines, rules, procedures, traditions, and practices that control and guide it. And those routines, rules, procedures, traditions, and practices need to be changed when life takes different directions. The wineskins are there to protect the wine and keep it from being spilled and are therefore important, but it is the wine that is paramount, not the wineskins. Without the wine, wineskins have no purpose.

Like many things, rules and routines make good servants but terrible masters. Routines need to be re-evaluated and adjusted when circumstances and needs change. When something unusual pops up, if someone urgently needs help or if a great opportunity arises, the routines can and should be dispensed with.

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Red Letters

In the Bible when you see words written in red letters you know that these are Jesus’ words.

It’s estimated that there are 31,426 red letter words, almost 48% of the entire Gospel, included in scripture.

God came in human form to live amongst us and teach us about Himself and let us see Him plan of salvation as it played out. God’s love flows from the red letters in the bible to His fallen creation showing us His immeasurable love.  

When Jesus began His ministry here on earth, He chose twelve men who had no outstanding qualities to change the world and through Him, change it they did.  

Most of the red letter verses in the Bible are in the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, but there are some red letter verses found in Acts and in Revelation.

In John 14:6 Jesus says, Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

He told us the way to salvation was through Him.

John 11:43: When he had said this, Jesus called in a loud voice, Lazarus, come out!

Jesus spoke and Lazarus came alive and left the tomb.

Luke 23:34, Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.

Jesus asked the Father to forgive those who were crucifying Him. That’s amazing love.  

Matthew 27:46, And the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

A holy God could not look upon the sins of the word that Jesus took on when He took our place. Jesus felt the loss of God’s presence deeply, but He was faithful until death for us.  

John 19:30, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.

Jesus gave up His spirit—it wasn’t taken from Him.

And in Mark 16:15, Jesus gives Christians their call to action. And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.

In Acts 9:15-16, Jesus sent Ananias to speak with Saul; Go thy way: for he is a chosen vessel unto me, to bear my name before the Gentiles, and kings, and the children of Israel: For I will shew him how great things he must suffer for my name’s sake.

And in Revelation 22:12, Jesus promises to return. Behold, I am coming soon, and My reward is with Me, to give to each one according to what he has done. “Look, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to each person according to what they have done. “Look, I am coming soon, bringing my reward with me to repay all people according to their deeds.

The words of Jesus, printed in red, stand out, distinguishing His words from others. But for Christians red symbolizes the blood of Christ and the sacrifice He made when He poured out His blood on the cross. For you and me.

Mary Alford

www.maryalford.net

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Itching Ears by Nancy J. Farrier

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“For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions,” 2 Timothy 4:3 (ESV)

In the past couple of months, the subject of itching ears has come up a few times at my Bible study. We’ve had some good discussion on this and how we want to listen to someone who agrees with us, even when we may not be in alignment with the word of God. But we recognize the need to only listen to God.

Years ago, I co-taught a women’s Bible study on marriage. We had one woman who came and often questioned the teachings. She loved her husband and loved listening and taking part in our studies. But sometimes she could be a little argumentative. Not in a mean way, but I struggled to understand her.

One day, she opened up and told us about her first marriage. I don’t remember the problems she encountered, but she decided she wanted a divorce and couldn’t stay married any longer. Being a Christian, she went to her pastor for advice. He believed it would be best for her to stay in her marriage and work things out. She did not appreciate his help. In fact, she was very vocal about how he didn’t know what he was saying.

She ended up going to ten more pastors, and each one agreed with the first. Her problems in the marriage were such that she and her husband should be able to work them out with counseling and some effort on their part. 

But she was not to be deterred. She reached out to the twelfth pastor, and he agreed she should get the divorce. She did and remarried and was very happy with her new husband.

After hearing this story, I understood that the topics we discussed in Bible study probably brought up painful memories of how she could have fixed her first marriage and chose not to, rejecting so many who gave her godly advice. I was stunned that she rejected the advice of eleven pastors because the twelfth spoke what she wanted to hear.

I get this. I really do. Sometimes we are set on one course because we just can’t see, or don’t want to see, the alternative that God has for us. Sometimes we are afraid of failure, or we want a roadmap that is clear with landmarks that tell us what is ahead. Stepping out in faith can be unnerving. 

But God asks us to have faith, to take His hand and let him lead us. Perhaps what we don’t realize or think about is that while the path ahead is obscured to us, it is very clear to God. He knows exactly where we are going and what steps we need to take. He will guide us around, or even through, the obstacles in our way if we simply trust him.

Instead of having itching ears that listen for what will suit them, we must have ears that seek the voice of God. We must listen to His guidance even when the voice is quiet or tells us to do that which is challenging or painful. 

Our faithfulness to God and our trust in Him is worth everything. The joy that comes from listening only to Him will carry us through the hard times and shine a light for those around us.

“The steps of a man are established by the Lord,

when he delights in his way;

though he fall, he shall not be cast headlong,

for the Lord upholds his hand.” Psalm 37:23 (ESV)

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A Few Questions by Julie Arduini

I admit this post might seem random, not one of my best, but honestly, this topic is on my mind and there’s a lot I don’t understand. Usually that makes me hit the brakes when it comes to writing, but this time, I feel like I’m meant to share.

Maybe others are confused.

Maybe others are not, but something I write strikes a chord and it’s confirmation.

God knows.

I’m not a beer drinker, and when I was, I didn’t love the taste. So Bud Light hasn’t lost a dime off me because most likely they never got one off me, either. Yet there’s much about the Bud Light controversy featuring Dylan Mulvaney I don’t understand.

First of all, feminists, where are you? Your silence is deafening. I’m not a feminist but I’ve been known to speak up when I felt my gender was being maligned. Females still make less than men. It is only in the last five years, I believe, women in the Middle East were given permission to drive and remove their head covering. Sports for women doesn’t receive the accolades or respect that the men get.

Don’t you think one of your voices should be featured on a brand product? The executive spear heading the Bud Light marketing transition said before Dylan’s face appeared that she (the exec) wanted to get away from the fratty image Bud Light was apparently known for. Okay, so why not use a female influencer?

I know I might be upsetting some by not including Dylan as said influencer, but from my reading, even the trans community is taking issue with Mulvaney. I’m not going to pretend to understand everything but apparently if you are going to adopt a different gender, it needs to be an all-in process. So if you were born a male, the parts need to go and everything needs to change, voice, everything. The trans community submits this is something Mulvaney has failed to do and if I read correctly, doesn’t plan on doing more than done. So there’s even division among the very segment Bud is trying to highlight and recruit.

Bud isn’t the only product Dylan is currently endorsing. Right now I’m sure Mulvaney is enjoying an improvement in finances and perks. Yet, I also read that in the 365 digital journal of transition, Dylan lamented they have yet to be kissed in this new identity. When I look at ads, sure, there’s a smile, but it seems sad. Another question is anyone without an agenda looking out for Dylan when the money and attention go away? There are rising voices from de-transitioners who share the physical and mental toll the transition took that no one warned them about. Their bodies mutilated, their mental health hijacked. I hope these products truly care about the person behind the smile. Shame on them if they don’t.

I’m not a counselor or an executive, but I’m a praying person with a decent track record when it comes to God’s wisdom and discernment. When it comes to the identity crisis Gen Z is under, I’ve yet to meet one person who didn’t come to that life announcement without a wound. Either they were physically or emotionally abused, or worse. There was a significant trauma or loss. If those categories aren’t checked, and 95% of the time in my amateur dealings, that’s the case, then it’s college influence. Professors not teaching, but pushing their own lifestyle./preferences on vulnerable kids.

That’s what I wonder about as I hear about the controversy. I don’t have all the answers. I don’t hate anyone involved. I am concerned, for a few reasons, listed above.

I guess I’ll have a chocolate milk, my drink of choice when I try to figure out the world’s problems, and pray.

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Pruning by James R. Coggins

In John 15: 1-8, Jesus presented the encouraging metaphor of the vine: “I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener…I am the vine; you are the branches.” Because we are connected to the vine, Jesus promised, “You will bear much fruit.” This teaching of Jesus is an attractive one. We relish the idea of being cared for and nourished by God, of having the life of Jesus flowing into us every day, of being enabled to flourish and be fruitful.

We might even admit that often we are secretly glad that in this passage Jesus said that God will cut off, discard, and burn the wicked, the branches that do not bear fruit. We might especially want this to happen to mass murderers and those who abuse children. As well, we might feel that God’s judgment on the wicked vindicates us, the righteous.

But there is one aspect of this teaching, this metaphor or parable, that we absolutely do not like. John 15:2 says that God prunes “every branch that does bear fruit…so that it will be even more fruitful.” We do not relish the idea of God pruning those who are fruitful. We are tempted to object, “God, why do you have to prune? I’m already being fruitful. I’m doing better than others (the wicked). Pruning hurts. Why does pruning have to happen? Why pick on those who are already doing well?” The answer is that without pruning we would naturally tend to produce more leaves and twigs, put on a show of being healthy, and the leaves would choke out the fruit. Even for the most righteous among us, there are many things in our lives that are sinful, and there are many more things that might not be sinful in themselves but that hinder and distract us from producing fruit. Giving up those things will hurt. We want them. We are deeply attached to them. We don’t want to give them up. But relinquishing them is necessary in order for us to remain fruitful and to become even more fruitful.

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I Was Kidding: The Hidden Cruelty by Peggy Webb

If you have ever been crushed by hurtful words from someone you trusted and  have then been told, “I was just kidding,” you are likely the victim of bullying and passive aggressive cruelty. Sometimes a statement meant to tear down your self-esteem is lobbed in privacy by a relative or a person you believed to be your friend. Often, the harmful words are flung in your direction in a public place, leaving you the brunt of a so-called joke, with your face burning and your confidence shattered, while others in the group share a laugh at your expense.

Make no mistake. The laughter is just as hurtful as the words. It comes from a group of people who probably never found the cruel remark funny, but felt obligated to laugh because the speaker is often seen as the leader of the pack, the life of the party, the one you need to please, regardless of who is hurt. 

The insidious nature of this kind of bullying makes it easy for the bully to turn the tables even further by accusing you of not being a good sport because you are not joining in the laughter. Now, you are wearing whatever insulting label the bully placed on you, and the additional one of being a person who is not fun to be around.

This passive aggressive form of cruelty is not limited to children in the playground. It can and does extend into adulthood, and it does not exclude the people we should protect and cherish—the aging who have raised a family, used their talents in their church and community, and continue to be productive within the parameters of their new limitations.

Nor does the perpetrator of this I-was-just-teasing form of verbal abuse take into count—or care—what is currently happening in the victim’s life. The target of the insult masquerading as a joke could be suffering because a loved one received a horrible diagnosis of physical or mental illness. The victim could be worried about stretching a too-small salary over a growing mountain of debt, burdened with the isolation that comes from living alone, devastated over the death of family or friends. The list is endless. The bully does not care.

He craves the limelight, the quick laughter that translates into his mind as approval, the power of reducing the current victim to a puddle of insecurities. And often tears.

Why does this happen? Frequently, jealousy is the motive. The bully feels threatened by his target for any number of reasons, both real and imagined—social status, looks, wealth, talent. The bigger the target, the more satisfaction in reducing them to the brunt of a joke. Tearing them down, especially in public, makes the bully the center of attention, the one who knows how to laugh and have a good time, the leader, the one who shows others who is worthy and who is not. 

This is a hard post to write. I am the victim of the I-was-just-teasing bully. And not in the past, either. Recently, and in spite of my gray hair and the many ways I share my faith and the gifts God gave me with my community and my church. I teach the adorable 2-year-old angels, sing in Sunday morning choir, play piano for Sunday night services, work with the ministries in the women’s group, and try very hard to be compassionate, kind, and fair in my interactions with the people I see day-to-day. 

Am I always successful? No. I am human. Sometimes my feelings and my too-crowded schedule dictate my actions. I’m too hurried to lift someone else up or too harried to be part of a church fund-raiser. But I am never, ever deliberately cruel.  From the time I was a small child, my wonderful Daddy taught me to always be kind. That was the mantra I heard from him throughout the short fifty-seven years he lived on this earth. It’s my mantra, too, the one I taught to my children, and to my students at Mississippi State University during my brief stint there.

Kindness is one of the ways you can tell if a person is a follower of Christ. 

But the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Galations 5: 22-23

Be kind. 

Peggy Webb

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Proverbs 8

The Excellence of Wisdom

There is a saying, “ Money doesn’t buy happiness.” For multiple reasons, society seems to rank wealth with success—which may or may not be true.

Years ago, my husband almost didn’t make it to his next breath. I had sold my first two or three books to an established fifty-year-old plus publisher based in New York City. However, the books were published in hardcover, so they weren’t as lucrative as paperbacks nor as income-producing as one would have liked (one being my husband)–although the monies I earned were respectable.

We were at a party and he began introducing me to his coworkers. He said, “This is my wife, the budding author.” Not only was I offended, but the people he introduced me to were put off on my behalf. He was shocked to learn the definition of “budding” was quite different from what he had thought. What I had attained through hardwork and dedication led me to a level of success many people valued as much as or more than cash.

In my hubby’s defense, he hadn’t intended his introduction as a slight. He lived, but just barely, and he was schooled on the value of wisdom over lucre. Not all of us grow wealthy in money, but I imagine that most of us strive to become successful and rich at what truly counts.

This is at the heart of the message in Proverbs 8. In God’s eyes it is better to strive for knowledge and wisdom than to chase the dollar.

Have you been guilty of this? Using money as a mean of validation or valuation?

Merely because someone earns a lot, doesn’t mean they are a good or worthy person. I’ve seen firsthand how some people value a person’s bank account over other considerations. Spiritual wisdom leads us to happiness and understanding. Too often humanity ascribes value to income rather than far more important, and lasting, attributes, and this often leads to dissatisfaction or unhappiness. It comes at a spiritual cost.

I recently watched a TikTok video about a celebrity who years ago was introduced to Elon Musk. The celebrity had no idea who Musk was, so the celebrity assumed the man must be a fan of his, hence why the introduction was made. In reality, the opposite was true—the person doing the introductions thought the celebrity would be thrilled to meet Musk. To the celebrity, fans wanting to meet him was something that routinely happened because of his success in Hollywood. Although having fans was not a monetary valuation, it was something the celebrity associated with his own success. It wasn’t until years later that the celebrity realized the truth of the situation. Through experience he had grown wiser.

Wealth doesn’t mean the person is evil or bad intentioned. It doesn’t mean they are not good. There are people in this world who are quite wealthy but at least equally wise. Wisdom is the far more valuable asset.

8:11 “For wisdom is more precious than rubies.”

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The Irony of It All: JAIL FOR BAPTISM—ON GOOD FRIDAY? by Vicki Hinze

On Good Friday, I heard about a legal case.  A divorced couple battling.  The wife had the couple’s child baptized.  The husband, of the same faith, also wanted the child baptized, but not until later in life.  So now the husband wants the wife jailed, and it looks as if she might be jailed for this.

We’ve all heard of cases where people of different faiths disagree on baptism and, while tragic, it shows the wisdom of a couple sharing a common faith.  This is the epitome of a house divided, in my opinion, and I think of the sacrament of marriage and wonder how two become one when their fundamental spiritual beliefs are at odds.  But that’s not the topic of this post.

The topic of this post is that news of this case broke on Good Friday, the day representative of the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ.  The irony in that shatters the heart.

When viewed from the father’s perspective, I see the agony of the choice.   This is his child and his wishes should be considered and have equal weight, and he should have an equal say in the spiritual duties regarding his child.   His wishes were known, and ignored by the mother.

From the mother’s perspective, I see the agony of the choice.  Their child is a gift from God and it is her duty and responsibility to nurture and meet the needs of the child, which definitely includes the spiritual care.   There are two divergent thoughts here.  One, if she’s of the opinion that her child is protected in the way the Bible describes those who do not know the Law are protected, then having the child baptized without the father’s knowledge knowing his objection was for less than pure motives—to give back to God the child He gave her.  If she’s of the opinion that the gates of Heaven are closed to all those who are not baptized, then I can see how she’d neither sleep a wink nor draw an easy breath until her child was baptized.  I don’t know which is her school of thought, but whatever it is, it speaks to the purity of her motives.

Either way, the situation is a tragedy.  That the father wants the mother of their child jailed.  That the mother felt compelled to act over the father’s objection.  That a secular court is being relied upon to resolve a spiritual matter.  That the greatest victim in all of this is the child, whose parents are at war over the state of the child’s soul.

The bitterness of divorce, the depth of an individual’s beliefs, can be powerful motivating forces.  When any human being is confronted with such a significant choice regarding  his or herself, the confusion and challenges in making wise decisions is difficult.  But when one is in that situation and the impact will rest on the shoulders of one’s child, the challenges become far more complex and far more difficult.  Agonizing.  Traumatizing.  And that additional weight brings additional challenges to bear on the decisions.

These are weighty matters.   And the conditions are not good ones for making wise choices.  I wouldn’t dare to presume to judge either parent, for it’s all too easy as an objective outsider to imagine both positions.  What goes through my mind most on this is a question:  Why didn’t the parents jointly seek wise counsel?

The Bible explicitly tells us in  Proverbs 1:4-6:  “A wise man will hear and will increase learning, and a man of understanding shall attain unto wise counsel.” (KJV)  Perhaps they did seek spiritual counseling on the matter of baptizing their child from church leaders.  I don’t know.  But it is doubtful that they did so jointly and arrived at an outcome that landed them in court with the threat of jail on the mother’s head.

I can’t believe this current situation is in the best interest of their child.  I can’t believe it is in the best interest of the father, for surely bitterness and anger are driving his desire to see the mother of his child put in jail, or in the best interest of the mother, who is surely fearful of jail and of the care of her child during an incarceration.

And what of the child, who so easily could feel (and likely does feel) responsible for the war going on with the parents and confusion and upset and tension and fear.  Kids do tend to take on these issues and deem themselves responsible though they are not.

There are no winners in this situation.  Everyone loses . .  but no one more so than the child.

Word of this came came about on the morning of Good Friday.  I think of that from God’s perspective.  This day, like that one, how His heart must ache.

Then, He knew what would come.  He saw His son berated, beaten, lied to and lied about.  He was fully aware of the abuse and the struggles, watched as Jesus carried His cross, fell and struggled to His feet; experienced fully each pound of the hammer nailed into His flesh.  Above all, God fully understood what was happening, why it was happening and what it meant.  He knew it all.  Knew and watched and suffered the full-throated brunt of every bit of it, and because He did, without doubt, He suffered even more than did Christ.

We are imperfect people and imperfect parents.  We love our children and want the best for them.  Still we err.  But God is perfect and loves His children with a depth and breadth we can’t completely conceive only glimpse.  Imagine his agony, knowing Christ’s agony.

I think of that horrendous burden, and then of this child.  I wish I could say, if in that family’s position, I would have been strong enough and wise enough to have sought wise counsel.  But honestly, I think what would have been fixed so strongly in my mind is protecting the immortal soul of my child.  Being sure that the child was in God’s hands, offered to Him and claimed by Him as His own.

It’s hard to say.  None but that family can truly answer the question of what would be done in that situation.  We can imagine, but even in imagining, we’re doing so from where we stand now.  Not from where those family members stand.  Only God knows all of the details of that for father, mother and child.

What I do know is that the wisest of counselors stood waiting.  One who had endured a parent’s ultimate sacrifice and witnessed every moment of it, suffered every moment of it, and yet managed to still love unconditionally everyone involved in it.  He lifted His son that day, carried Him, and I’m certain He carried this child and will continue to carry this child through these trials—and his mother and father.

Though surely weary and longing for comfort and rest and peace in their minds and hearts, I pray they have the clarity in judgment to seek His wise counsel.  For I am wholly convinced that above all else that is in their child’s best interest . . . and in their own.

Blessings,

Vicki

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Nora’s Review of: The Sound of Light by Sarah Sundin

The Sound of Light By Sarah Sundin

Published by Revell, 384 Pages

NORA’S REVIEW: I’m blown away by this story and its amazing cast of brave characters. I didn’t think the author could top the characters and the situations from her last book titled, Until the Leaves Fall in Paris, but oh my she went above and beyond what I ever suspected could happen, in this novel.

Furthermore, I loved how this author shows ordinary, flawed people rising to the challenge to go and do extraordinary things. This is the first novel (by this author) that made my heart race at the nail-biting suspense in this story. I wasn’t sure how this was going to work out, and yes, I stayed up way too late seeing how things would go. I wasn’t sure this book would end on a happy or/or satisfying note.

Readers meet Else a well-educated woman, who dreams of being a physicist, she took great joy in solving puzzles. Then we are introduced to Henrik Olympic rower, well-educated Harvard man, running from his overbearing father. He gets into a situation with a close friend that has him changing his name and social status. It’s hard, but he would do anything to get back at his father.

When things begin to get crazy for the Jewish people, Else’s friend asks her to step in and help in resistance work. What could she say, her best friend was Jewish, she had to help, but to what extent?

Both Else and Hendrik are asked to do things that if captured would have them arrested and shot. (Or just shot, given the situation) They both live in the same boarding house and neither knows what the other is up to. Just doing their jobs, him at the factory and Else at the laboratory. They couldn’t deny their attraction for one another. I enjoyed watching Else and Hemings friendship bloom. It would be dangerous for them to take it any further than friends. They each had a secret they could not tell the other. It was too dangerous to share, which made things awkward.

I hadn’t heard of this part of history before. The author says, “The Danes outspokenly refused to allow the oppression of other human beings – and acted on that principle.” Hooray! It was amazing to see the Danes unite to help the Jewish people. There were some parts that choked me up and had me teary-eyed. This is a powerful, moving story you don’t want to miss. It would be a wonderful book club pick; the author includes discussion questions.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I requested and received a copy of this book by the publisher. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising”

Nora St. Laurent

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Have you washed your feet for dinner?

That’s a crazy question, but not at the Last Supper.

Holy Thursday commemoration of Our Lord’s institution of the new covenant with his people. Us. The Jewish sin offering of a spotless lamb at Passover was definitely replaced by the superabundant sacrifice of the Lamb of God. And thank heaven!

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The next day John seeth Jesus coming unto him, and saith, Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world.

What a joy to hear. We fallen creatures desperately need our savior. Still, before partaking of Christ’s body and blood, one should be properly disposed. Cleansed if you will, prepared for the grace to come in order to receive more fully.

John 13:6-11

Then He came to Simon Peter. And Peter said to Him, “Lord, are You washing my feet?” 7 Jesus answered and said to him, “What I am doing you do not understand now, but you will know after this.”8 Peter said to Him, “You shall never wash my feet!”“Then, Lord,” Simon Peter replied, “not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!” 10 Jesus answered, “Those who have had a bath need only to wash their feet; their whole body is clean. And you are clean, though not every one of you.” 11 For he knew who was going to betray him, and that was why he said not everyone was clean.

In like manner, we are called to wash our brethren clean of offenses that might otherwise impede our union. Similarly, we should submit to the overtures of others. Slights, omissions, sharp words add up if they’re ignored. These stains impede the flow of God’s grace, the same he suffered and died to give us.

But how often do we respond like Peter? Embarrassed? Shocked at the spectacle of Christ’s humility. Do you believe your issues are too insignificant? I frequently hide my feet of clay in wooly socks. Might be time for a good soak!

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Significant by James R. Coggins

In a recent devotional piece, I presented the “Ten Commandments” as they actually were—a covenant in which “the Israelites would agree to worship God and obey Him and God would agree to be with them and bless them and make them significant.” I compared this to the new covenant in which Jesus died on the cross to free us from sin. I said, “Under this covenant, God asks us to worship and obey Him. In return, He promises to be with us (in the form of the Holy Spirit) and to bless us and make us significant.”

One of my readers asked, “What leads you to believe that He promises to make us significant?” It is a good question because many Christians certainly don’t feel significant or important.

Notice that I said “significant,” not famous or great or rich or powerful or influential. If God loves us, we are significant. But there is more to it than that.

Through the Old Testament covenant, the Jews were given the task of sharing God’s revelation with the world. Christians today have been given the same mandate. Whatever role they play in this individually, Christians are part of something very significant, something earth-shatteringly important, the central movement in the history of the world. In this sense, every Christian is significant.

Even from a secular perspective, human society functions, not because of a few great men, but because of the billions of people who get up every morning (or evening), go to work, and do their jobs.

The city of Antioch was the home of the first significant gentile Christian church. It is where believers in Jesus were first called Christians (Acts 11:26). It was the church which sent out the first missionaries, Paul and Barnabas and Silas and John Mark (writer of the Gospel of Mark), to evangelize the Roman Empire. And how was that church founded? Acts 11:19-21 (NIV) says: “Now those who had been scattered by the persecution that broke out when Stephen was killed traveled as far as Phoenicia, Cyprus and Antioch, spreading the word only among Jews. Some of them, however, men from Cyprus and Cyrene, went to Antioch and began to speak to Greeks also, telling them the good news about the Lord Jesus. The Lord’s hand was with them, and a great number of people believed and turned to the Lord.” In other words, the greatest missionary church in the history of Christianity was founded by a few nameless foreign refugees.

There is an illustration of a great evangelist who won many people to Jesus. He was converted by a lesser known evangelist who brought fewer people to Jesus. And he in turn was brought to Jesus by an unknown lay Christian.

A friend of mine preached through the book of Ruth. In the last sermon in this series, he talked about the “other kinsman redeemer,” the one who refused to redeem Ruth and Naomi. This minor dereliction of duty deprived him of the opportunity to become the ancestor of David and Jesus and play a necessary part in the redemption of the world.

Tolkien’s Gandalf said something like this: “Saruman believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love.”

The vast majority of the work of the church is carried out by ordinary lay Christians, backbenchers. They are the Sunday school teachers, club leaders, ushers, greeters, janitors, secretaries, committee members, donors, singers, pianists, drummers, musicians, prayer warriors, and groundskeepers. They make the coffee and serve the meals. They are the nameless volunteers who staff food banks, soup kitchens, homeless shelters, women’s shelters, prison visitation ministries, thrift stores, and numerous other ministries. They are the godly parents and godly grandparents. They are the good friends and good neighbors who help out in numerous little ways and who are “just there.”

So, yes, God does promise to make us significant. And He always keeps His promises.

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