Unpacking The Lord’s Prayer

In graduate school, I took the required Old English course and was fascinated to read Fæder úre (the Lord’s Prayer) in its much more Germanic English words of around 1,000 A.D. Here’s how the words looked then: Fæder úre, þú þe eart on heofonum, si þin nama gehalgod; tobecume þin rice gewurþe þin willa, on eorðan swa swa on heofonum. Urne gedæghwamlican hlaf syle us to dæg, and forgyf us ure gyltas, swa swa we forgyfað urum gyltendum; and ne gelæd þu us on costnunge, ac alys us of yfele soþlice. To hear how it sounded then, select this YouTube link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSfLj3zEqKo

When His disciples asked Jesus how to pray, The prayer He taught began with. “Our” Father. Those words established the foundation that the Lord is father to all of us. We’re all included in one big family. If we understand that correctly, it should end division and hatred.

In Old English times, “which art in heaven” came closer to saying, “You are fully Spirit.” One professor told me that “hallowed be thy name” in the Old English really meant “all health” is in thy name.          

Sometimes we become so used to passages we know well that we should freshly consider how the Lord spoke them in the beginning. Examine the original Aramaic. Consider what’s emphasized in the Old English and other translations. Many modern translations are casual and colloquial these days. Let’s not let the strength of the original be lost. What new thing does the Holy Spirit wish to say to each of us through inspired prayer today?

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Handkerchief by James R. Coggins

I am old school. I carry white handkerchiefs in my pockets.

Handkerchiefs have a long and noble history. The word “kerchief” comes from the French word “couvre-chef” meaning “head covering.” Kerchiefs are square pieces of cloth used to cover the head to keep the hair in place and to protect the head from the sun. It is thought that King Richard II of England (1377-1399) invented the handkerchief when he began using a kerchief to wipe his nose. This was considered more refined than wiping the nose on a sleeve. Richard was descended from the line of aristocratic Normans from France who invaded England in 1066, bringing their refined French culture with them. “Hand” was added to “kerchief” to distinguish the “handkerchief” from the “kerchief” (it would not be a good idea to mistake one for the other) and to signify that the cloth was held in the hand to wipe the nose.

One of my daughters recently reminded me that when I sneeze, it is loud and powerful. Kleenex is far too flimsy to handle my sneezes. I use my handkerchief.

Early on, I began carrying a second handkerchief for my wife and daughters. I am old school and a gentleman, and a gentleman always needs to have a second, freshly laundered handkerchief to offer to damsels in distress. The second handkerchief has proved useful on many occasions. When something sad occurs, or when something sad occurs in a movie or on television, my wife and daughters cry. They are sensitive people. One daughter especially cries in sad movies, such as Terminator. When she got married, I handed her husband a wad of white handkerchiefs, indicating that it was now his responsibility to comfort her when she cried.

My daughters are convinced that, as a strong and stoic male, I am not emotional. I do not cry. They have never seen me cry.

Which just demonstrates that they are not very observant and have not been paying attention.

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Worship and Waste by James R. Coggins

Matthew 26:6-13 tell the story of a woman who anointed Jesus’ head with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume while he was eating in the home of a man called “Simon the Leper.” (Presumably, Simon had been healed by Jesus and was no longer leprous.) Jesus’ disciples were indignant when they saw what the woman had done. They asked, “Why this waste? This perfume could have been sold at a high price and the money given to the poor” (NIV).

The issue here is one that comes up frequently today. Critics sometimes say that churches should stop wasting money on their buildings and give the money to the poor and needy instead. These critics are not necessarily poor and needy themselves but often seem to think that someone else should take care of the poor and needy, instead of the critics having to do it.

A couple of things need to be said first. It is indeed a travesty for massive cathedrals to be decorated with gold and jewels when there are massive needs all around them. It should also be said that many churches do care for the poor and needy—and use their buildings to do so.

There was a case a while ago when the congregation of a mainline church had dwindled to the point that it had decided to close down. The building was sold and the proceeds used to build social housing. It sounds like a good idea. But only in the short run. When future needs arise, there will be no church there to meet those needs. There will be no church volunteers to staff programs for the poor and needy. There will be no church to preach and teach people to love their neighbor as themselves.

Jesus said that the greatest commandment is to “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind” and the second is to “Love your neighbor as yourself” (Matthew 22:37-39). The order is important. God is the source of love and justice. Throughout history, when humans have ignored God and focused on love of the neighbor without God, the result has often been oppression and suffering. Unless we are filled with the love of God, we cannot love our neighbor.

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Finding Light in the Pages: Why Christian Fiction Still Matters

In a world where the headlines are often heavy and hope seems hard to find, many readers are turning—or returning—to Christian fiction. And not just for entertainment. For encouragement. For truth. For light.

There’s something uniquely powerful about a story that doesn’t just tug at your heartstrings but also reminds you of the One who holds your heart.

Whether it’s a suspenseful thriller that shows God’s protection in the darkest valley or a tender romance where grace heals broken hearts, Christian fiction offers more than just a good plot—it offers perspective. It reminds us that evil doesn’t win, redemption is real, and love—God’s love—changes everything.

And perhaps that’s what makes reading such a spiritual act. Each page can be a quiet place to meet God in the middle of the chaos.

As Christian readers, we’re not just searching for escapism. We’re searching for something deeper. A story that echoes truth. A character who reflects our struggles. An ending that assures us God is still writing ours.

So, if you’ve been feeling weary lately, may I gently encourage you to pick up a Christian novel that speaks to your soul. Whether you’re drawn to small-town mysteries, heart-racing suspense, or sweet faith-filled romances, you’ll find more than a story—you’ll find reminders of God’s faithfulness, even in fiction.

Because sometimes, the most powerful sermons aren’t preached from a pulpit… they’re whispered between the lines of a well-told story.

All the best. . .

Mary

http://www.maryalford.net

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Tara Randel Book Release

I happy to announce that my new book, The Surprise Next Door, has been released. If you have read my books, you will recall that the stories are set in the fictitious mountain town of Golden, Georgia. I love returning there whenever I start a new project. To me, it feels like home.

This series features four sisters who have been estranged but are coming to realize how important sisterhood is. I love bringing together people who have suffered heartache but see that they can’t do life alone. There are different types of love portrayed in the series, familial, romantic and friendship. Everyone can relate to the ups and downs in life and how we deal with issues thrown our way.

This book is about Nicole Connelly and her journey back to family. It is also a love story, so we meet hero Ethan Price. They may start out as neighbors, but soon learn that despite their attraction, Nicole refuses to settle down and Ethan is planting roots for his family in Golden. Will this couple overcome the odds and fall in love?

Throw in a rambunctious dog, an adorable little girl and you have the making of a Heartwarming romance.

Should they take a chance… On unexpected love?

Chasing her escape-artist rescue dog, Gus, into the neighbor’s yard wasn’t on Nicole Connelly’s agenda for her first day back in her hometown. Especially when Gus’s antics bring her under the suspicious gaze of the gorgeous single dad next door. Staying on the move has kept her heart safe for twelve years. But veterinarian Ethan Price and his adorable daughter make Nicole wonder if staying in Golden might be worth the risk. Is she ready to overcome the past and find her forever home with a loving instant family?

Excerpt:

“Gus is a rescue. I promise to keep a better eye on him,” Nicole said.

Holly ran up to them, catching the end of the conversation. “Daddy knows all about animals. He’s a vetnerian.”

Confused, Nicole met Ethan’s gaze. Ethan’s lips quivered.

“I’m a veterinarian.”

“Oh. Gotch.”

“And I’m sorry if I came off too strong. You can always bring Gus by the clinic if you need some pointers.”

Her previous ire vanished. “Thanks. I’m still working on the commands I recently learned in obedience class.”

Ethan eyed Gus and chuckled. “I can see it’s working.”

“He can be a handful to deal with.”

As Holly and Gus played, Ethan glanced over her shoulder. “The cottage?”

“That’s right. I’m renting for the next month.”

“You’re not settling down?”

“No,” she blurted with more emphasis than necessary.

Nicole didn’t stay anywhere long-term.

I hope you join me for another romance story featuring a couple I had lots of fun creating. To learn more, please visit my website for more information.

You can also visit JustReads Publicity Tours to follow my book tour and enter a giveaway.

Happy Reading!

Tara

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A Moving and Important Story by James R. Coggins

My Mill Lake Books imprint has published over two dozen books. A recent short volume may be one of the most significant. In the Best Interest of the Child is both a moving human interest story and a socio-political treatise.

The book tells the story of Mr. and Mrs. Hopeful’s attempts to adopt their grandchild when their son and daughter-in-law proved unable to parent adequately. It is thus a very personal family story tinged with tragedy, grief, perseverance, faith, love, and hope. “Mr. and Mrs. Hopeful” are not their real names, of course. They have chosen to remain anonymous in order to safeguard the privacy of the child.

Unfortunately, this personal story has implications that go far beyond their own family. Their personal story intersects with socio-political issues that have been little recognized or understood. The adoption process was complicated by government bureaucracy, legal issues, political issues, and social issues—a smorgasbord of complications that distracted attention from what was in “the best interest of the child.”

The other issues arose primarily because the child is part Indigenous and Mr. and Mrs. Hopeful are not and because governments have decided that “Indigenous” children (even partially Indigenous children) ideally should be adopted by Indigenous parents. This decision was made to correct past injustices against Indigenous people and to preserve Indigenous culture. This policy, while well intentioned, has had two negative and unintended results. The first is that it discriminates against non-Indigenous adults who want to adopt their own relatives. The second is that, because there is a shortage of Indigenous parents able and willing to adopt, many Indigenous children remain in foster care, never find a permanent home, and are dumped onto the street when they age out of the system. In fact, while only 7.7 percent of Canadian children are Indigenous, a majority of the children in foster care are now Indigenous.

An attempt to right historical wrongs has created a system that is injurious to both prospective parents and to children.

In the Best Interest of the Child: An Adoption Story (ISBN: 978-1-998787-10-4) is distributed by Ingram and is available for order through bookstores and through online retailers such as Amazon and Amazon.ca.

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Pruning Hurts!

The Wisdom of Seasons: Letting God Work, Even in the Mess

The seasons are changing again. You can feel it in the wind—or lack thereof. This week’s forecast is for hot weather, after a spate of balmy breezes that led me to walk the neighborhood more than usual. The blooms of spring have given way to the green fullness of summer, and before long, leaves will begin their slow, gold-drenched surrender to autumn. The seasons pass more quickly as we age. It seems so. Yet somehow the shift still catches us off guard: this quiet, faithful rhythm of growth, death, and renewal.

Nature has no shame in its process. A tree doesn’t apologize for dropping its leaves, and a field isn’t embarrassed when it lies fallow. There’s no judgment in winter’s stillness or summer’s blazing intensity. But when it comes to people—especially ourselves or those closest to us—we’re often quick to reject the process if it doesn’t look neat, timely, or safe. I have to watch the latter more often than not. The instinct to protect can easily transform into stifling, for good reason of course. But is protecting oneself or another always a good idea? 

We want blooming without breaking. Growth without pain. Resurrection without the grave.

But God doesn’t work that way.

In Scripture, so many of God’s most miraculous works come wrapped in mess. Joseph was sold into slavery. Ruth lost everything. Paul was blinded. Even Jesus, perfect in every sense as God and man, faced betrayal, silence, blood, and death before His glorious resurrection. Their lives, for a season, looked like disaster. But the hand of God was never absent—just hidden beneath the surface, working something deeper than what eyes could see. 

But true faith is believing without seeing, not grousing that our team lost or our child did this or that or that we ourselves aren’t the pinnacle of what was expected. Age grants one the insight to navigate personal slings and arrows, if we’re blessed. But we are called to treat our neighbors like ourselves. Christ came to heal and renew, not denigrate or cast aside as lost cause. 

What if we gave others—and ourselves for those who still struggle—that same grace? What if we stopped panicking when someone’s “process” doesn’t make sense to us? Process can mean delving into dangerous activities, too. We all learn on a different curve and Christ, in His wisdom, grants us that opportunity without cutting us off from His perpetual offer of love, help, and forgiveness. Instead of leaping to judgment, could we pause and say: “God may be doing something I don’t understand yet”? 

I imagine Christians of the day were hesitant to trust Paul. He was the same Saul of Tarsus who formerly crowed about rounding up Christians for extermination. 

Yet, too often we speak death over what God is still cultivating. We look at someone in crisis and whisper, “They’ve lost their way,” not knowing they’re right in the middle of their pruning season. We label someone’s wilderness as failure, when God may have led them there on purpose—just as He led His people through the desert.

Real love leaves room for becoming. And faith, true faith, trusts God not only with the harvest but with the dirt, the drought, and the storm.

Your own life may feel like chaos right now. You may not recognize yourself—or your story. But take heart: the season you’re in doesn’t define your future. It’s part of it. Just as winter prepares the ground for spring, this strange and painful chapter may be doing invisible work in your soul.

Let God have His way, even when it looks nothing like you planned.

And let others do the same.

Let us be people who stay soft, not cynical. Let us be gentle with those in the middle of their undoing, and humble enough to admit when we’re in ours. After all, we follow a Savior who rose from what looked like ruin. Surely He can do the same in us.

The seasons are changing. Trust the Gardener.

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The Little Blessings – by Nancy J. Farrier

We are returning from a trip to attend our grandson’s second birthday. I’d been looking forward to spending time with our three youngest daughters and their families. However, there were some challenges to this trip.

First, our usual person who boarded our dog was unable to do so. I called a dog kennel that we’ve used before, but they were booked up. We tried to find someone local who would take our dog to no avail. The day before we left, I heard about a woman who runs a business finding homes for people to board their dogs in, so I called her. She was able to keep our dog, Oni, if we dropped her off at noon. That put us behind schedule, but we had a dog sitter.

Second, the neighbor boy who checks on our cats while we’re gone wasn’t home. He’d gone to the mountains with his parents and was unavailable. We had no one else to call on, so we put out plenty of food and water, and are praying they will be okay. I’m sure they will, but they miss the social interaction.

Third, we were running late because of the dog issue and on the freeway we ran into road construction. The ten mile stretch was bumper to bumper traffic creeping along at a snail’s pace. We arrived at our destination late, tired, but so thankful to be there and to be safe.

There were plenty of reasons to be upset and to be grouchy on this trip. Have you ever had that happen? Where one thing goes wrong and then another and another? Where it seems like everything is working against you and you begin to question God’s plan and wonder if you’re walking the right path?

“The footsteps of a man are established by Yahweh, and He delights in his way. When he falls, he will not be hurled headlong, because Yahweh is the One who sustains his hand.” Psalm 37:23 (LSB)

When we trust in the Lord, He establishes our steps. He knows the pitfalls we face, the struggles, and the obstacles in our way. Even when those are trivial—such as a traffic slowdown—God understands. 

God wants us to take that frustration and turn it into a prayer and praise time. When we pray and worship God in those times of trial, the burdens we face are often lifted. The stumbles we have by grumbling or getting angry are lifted as we remember God is in charge. God takes our hand and sustains us.

Not only that but He often gives little gifts to us. We have to be open to looking for the treasures God gifts us, but they are there.

On this trip, I was given a lovely gift—actually several. My two older grandsons were able to spend the night with us and we had such a great time. My two-year-old grandson gave me a hug and a kiss, something he hasn’t done before. This grandma was thrilled.

Perhaps the greatest gift happened on Sunday morning. We attended church with two of our daughters. One of our daughters was singing with the worship team, the other was standing beside me. For years, I led worship with these two daughters—one of my most precious memories. As my daughter led a song in worship, my other daughter and I harmonized and it was almost like being back to doing worship together. I hadn’t expected that, but was so blessed to have it happen.

Remember the next time everything seems to be going wrong, that God has your footsteps in mind. And that He is bestowing little blessings. Watch for them. Anticipate them with joy.

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THIS SEASON TOO SHALL PASS by Vicki Hinze

 

Photo by Max LaRochelle on Unsplash

Photo by Max Larochelle via Unsplash

This season too shall pass.  It might pass like a kidney stone, but it will pass.”

 

I spotted the quote above on an unattributed, social media meme.  It was the perfect meme for me at that moment. Seeing it wasn’t a coincidence.

It was evidence that when we most need guidance it comes to us.  Sometimes in unusual and unexpected ways, but it comes.  Which warns we must notice and focus long enough to recognize what we’re seeing is guidance.

Recognition isn’t always easy.  When we are troubled, we tend to see things through the prism of whatever it is that is troubling us.  

    • If we’re having a trust crisis, we notice trust issues.
    • If we’re having a kid challenge, we notice kid challenges.  
    • If we’re having an issue regarding a false accusation—against us or someone we care about—we notice everything related to false accusations.

That’s human.  But it can also a problem.  Because if we’re focused on the problem, we are not focused on resolving the problem–the solution.

That makes it imperative that we recognize the problem, then switch our focus to what we can do to resolve it.  Noticing the problem in others, so that we better understand the complexities of the problem, has value.  Don’t get me wrong.  You must come to understand what’s wrong before you can hope to make things right.  

The point to monitor:  We often notice what’s wrong and then let what we notice drag us into a pit of despair, focusing solely and intensely only on what’s wrong.  We never get to this very important part:  “Okay, this is the problem. I get it.  Now, how can I fix it?”

The purpose of understanding is complete. But we must make a conscious effort to switch our focus to solutions.  Some get stuck in the “notice” pit.  Why?

Many reasons. But some really common ones are: 

We have to do something.  Something more than gripe about the unfairness, the injustice, the challenge, and asking, “Why me?” 

We’re exhausted and weary to the bone of all the bad things going on and we just can’t find the energy to deal with one more thing.  Yet if we don’t, we’re going to keep dealing with this thing until we do resolve it.  

Have you ever gone to bed at night and something weighing on your mind just keeps replaying and replaying and you can’t shut it off?  You watch the time tick off on the clock knowing you must let go and yet your mind won’t shut down?  That’s the absence of a resolution and what it does to us.

We don’t want to change anything. We want some nebulous something to change this thing for us.  The fact is, there’s no use in scanning the classifieds for a white knight.  They’re all booked elsewhere.  If we want to resolve a challenge in our life, we must make the effort to resolve it.

On that, may I suggest hitting your knees first and not as a last resort?  I am a simple woman.  I don’t claim to have all the answers to all the questions in life, but I do know this: God does know the answers, and seeking his counsel is the smartest thing seekers can do.  And the sooner we do it, the sooner we get to resolutions.

It is an established fact that brainwave patterns change during prayer.  That means the way we are thinking changes.  We don’t feel it’s us alone against the world.  We don’t feel we’re the only person on the planet facing this specific challenge.  If God is guiding us—through thoughts, signs, messengers in the form of friends or family or strangers on the street, or notice—then an answer to our challenge exists. And we are not facing it alone. Nor are we the only one facing it.

There is power in knowing that.  Power in engaging with the most sympathetic of ears. With the most compassionate of hearts.  With the most understanding and greatest in wisdom.

Regardless of what we’re facing and how challenging it is, we know that circumstances last for a season.  It might be a long or short season, and it might be painful and test us into better knowing who we are and where we stand or sit.  It might be uncomfortable and cause us different challenges that we do not want to visit even though we know we must.  But it is just a season.  And while it might pass with the elegance and ease of a kidney stone, it will pass.

There’s strength and hope in that certainty. Discoveries to be made.  About ourselves and about others.  About human nature and about humanity.  

Knowledge is always beneficial and perhaps we deem it more valuable if gaining it isn’t easy but fought hard for, enduring that inelegance. Maybe that battle assures us that the knowledge and insights we gain are important.  Worth remembering.  Lest we forget. 

Undoubtedly, the knowledge and insights stay with us, and we bring those gains forward in other situations we encounter for the rest of our lives. Perhaps in ways that spare us from other hard seasons and their kidney stones.

Of this I am certain:  When you’ve been through a hard season and emerge wiser for the experience, you gain a new and deeper appreciation for other seasons. For ones of hope and joy and affirmations of the good in people and in life.  

You then understand the saying about beauty being in the eye of the beholder.  Little looks beautiful when you’re in a kidney-stone season.  But when you’re not, beauty manifests in many things.

Mmm, thinking. . .  Years ago I wrote a story about a man standing beside a pond and barn. He was mourning the death of his son. He saw dark things like the cracks between the slats in the wooden barn.  Dark and murky water.  

In the story, there was a little girl at that same pond.  She had learned to ride a two-wheel bike and was elated.  Joyful.  Thrilled at the sense of freedom.  

Same pond. Same time-frame. Same story.  Just seen through two different sets of eyes, from two different people experiencing two different seasons.

I wrote then:  “There is nothing so arrogant as sunshine to one who is grieving.”

Mindset.  How we see what we see.  And a fitting reminder of the big truth about seasons–all seasons, hard or joyful.

They pass.

 Blessings,

Vicki Hinze

 

 

 

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The Men Traveling with Saul by James R. Coggins

The dramatic story of the apostle Paul being confronted by Jesus on his way to Damacus (Acts 9:1-25) is well known to most Christians. I had read this story of Paul’s conversion many times, but I had never paid any attention to “the men traveling with Saul” (Acts 9:7). Who were they?

To answer that question, we must consider what Paul’s mission was in going to Damascus. He was going to look for any men or women there who were followers of Jesus and “take them as prisoners to Jerusalem” (Acts 9:2). Therefore, the men he took with him were likely not scholars of Scripture. A few might have been. But he was not going to debate with the Christians. He was going to arrest them. He had with him letters from the high priest to “the synagogues in Damascus” (Acts 9:2) in order to get their cooperation in finding and arresting the local Christians. But the local synagogue leaders were not likely to volunteer to help Paul take the prisoners back to Jerusalem. For that, force would be required. Therefore, the men with Paul were quite possibly temple guards, soldiers, or at least powerful men armed with weapons. They were like policemen, security guards, or even a small army, an invasion force.  

When Paul heard a voice speaking from heaven and was struck blind, he became convinced that Jesus was God and the Messiah. (He had had three days of blindness to think about this, and then God provided further confirmation by sending Ananias to heal Paul and give him additional instructions from God.) But what of the men traveling with Paul? They heard the sound of Jesus’ voice, but they did not see anyone (Acts 9:7)—Paul, being blind, could not be expected to be able to see anyone, but they should have seen the speaker if the voice was human. Whether they heard the words is unclear, but what seems clear is that they did not understand what was happening. They led Paul into the city, but after that they disappeared from the story. They were now like an army without a general. They no longer had a leader or a purpose. They apparently did not carry through on their mission of arresting Christians. Did they just return in defeat to their bosses in Jerusalem? Did they hang around long enough to see Paul miraculously healed? Did any of them remain long enough to hear Paul’s story of what had happened on the road to Damascus? Or to hear him preach in the synagogues that Jesus is the Son of God? We do not know. What they experienced was truly dramatic, and it would have been something that they would remember and wonder about. But did that wondering lead any of them to become followers of Jesus? We simply do not know. Not everyone who sees evidence of the living God becomes a follower.

We might ask similar questions about Judas, who lived on Straight Street and who hosted Paul after the incident on the road. He was likely more aligned with the persecuting Jews than with the Christians since Paul’s companions led him to that house. Perhaps Paul being hosted there had been arranged ahead of time. What did Judas think of Paul being struck blind and then healed by Jesus? Did Paul tell his story to Judas? Again, we simply do not know. We do know that Paul likely did not stay with Judas because after that “Saul spent several days with the disciples in Damascus” (Acts 9:19).

One other thing is significant. Paul and his men were on the way to arrest the Christians in Damascus and stamp out the church there. But, with a single blast of light and a thunderous voice from heaven, God stopped the invasion force in its tracks, overcoming these soldiers with superior power. He did so, not by striking the invaders dead or by arming the fearful Christians so they could fight back. He did this by converting the main invader (Paul) to God’s side and rendering the others powerless. God then used Paul to greatly expand the church which Paul had gone there to destroy. God changes circumstances by changing people.

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Honoring the Brave: A Memorial Day Reflection for Believers

Even though Memorial Day has past, let our hearts still turn toward the countless men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. It’s a solemn time of the year, steeped in reverence, gratitude, and reflection—a chance to pause to remember that liberty has always come with a price.

For those of us who walk by faith, Memorial Day is more than a national holiday. It’s a powerful reminder of Jesus’ words in John 15:13:
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

We see the echo of that sacrificial love in the stories of every soldier who never came home—those who stepped forward when others stepped back, who stood in the gap for people they would never meet. Their courage speaks to a deeper truth: that real love is willing to bear the cost, even when it means laying down everything.

Let’s pray for the families who carry the weight of absence. Honor the gold star spouses, children, and parents who carry a quiet, daily grief—and yet walk forward with unshakable grace. May they feel the comfort of our prayers and the arms of our Savior wrapped around them.

Let us also look inward and ask how we, too, might live lives worthy of their sacrifice. May we be bold in our faith, unwavering in our hope, and generous in our love—for we are still called to be lights in a dark world.

Let’s not only remember—but live in a way that honors their legacy. Let’s cherish the freedoms we hold, stand for righteousness, and hold fast to the eternal hope we have in Christ.

🕯️ We remember. We honor. We give thanks.
🇺🇸 Until every tear is wiped away and every war is no more.

With grace and gratitude,
Mary Alford

www.maryalford.net

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LET YOUR INNER LION ROAR by Vicki Hinze

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In 2019, I wrote an article about feeling vulnerable and standing up for what you believe is right.  Here is a copy of it:

FEELING SMALL AND STANDING UP by Vicki Hinze

When your inner lion is roaring, it’s easy to stand up for what you think is right. Something triggers you emotionally or physically or spiritually, and that lion bares its teeth and is ready to rumble.

But when you are feeling small and insignificant, vulnerable, it’s hard to remember you even have an inner lion, much less to summon it to do battle–no matter how just the war.

Isn’t it odd that it is often when we feel the least prepared and able to stand up for what’s right is when we’re called upon to do so? Doesn’t it seem as if there’s a hidden switch that is flipped at the worst possible times, where we’re called on to not only act but to appear in full armor because the testing is so intense?

This has been on my mind a great deal lately, largely to some research I’ve been doing on the number of Christians who are being murdered and persecuted, like in the massacre that occurred on Easter Sunday.

For Christians, Easter is the ultimate celebration. Our Lord Jesus Christ conquered death and hell and rose. It’s breathtaking when you think about it. Humbling when you evaluate it. And yet on this Easter morning, hundreds were deprived of worshiping and of their lives.

Adding insult to injury, the media referred to the victims as “Easter Worshipers” rather than Christians. The intent occurred by too many for that diversion to be coincidence. The deflection was deliberate: a concentrated effort to lessen the disturbance to Christians for fear they would do something. For fear they would stand up.

While Christians have been slumbering–and by that, I mean, staying busy minding their own business and living their lives–Christians have become the most persecuted segment of society globally. Think about that for a second. Murder is wrong and we all know it. But so is the disparity in the public conversation about it.

A scant month ago, forty-five Muslims were massacred in a mosque. The media covered it for a week. Laws were changed. Lives rearranged.

On Easter, over 350 Christians were massacred in a church and hundreds more were injured and the media glosses over the event and moves on the day after the event, avoiding disclosure with rare exceptions, that the victims were Christians.

The event itself had its intended effect. Christians felt small, were made by omission to feel insignificant and small. Inconsequential. But many stood up. They summoned their inner lions and proved they might be vulnerable, they might be afraid, but they would stand. They would not be discounted or swept under a proverbial rug.

They attended church and sunrise services. They raised their voices in public forums. They worshiped and prayed and contacted their representatives to voice their objections to the treatment of Christians occurring and insisted that the relevant issues be addressed.

Constitutionally, our rights are endowed by our Creator. But it is up to us to keep those rights intact. We have slumbered for decades, and erosion has occurred. Now things are at a point where we must choose. Shall we continue to slumber, or stand up…even if we feel small?

Something that repeats in my mind a great deal on this is what Jesus said in Matthew 18:20: “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.”

With him, we are a majority. It’s time we awaken and recall it.

And tall or small, it’s…time we stand up.*

Why do I feel that article is still relevant? 

Because as I write this today, I’ve just read yet another article about persecution and it deeply disturbs me.  It was a different kind of persecution, but any persecution that pits one against another defies our instructions to love one another.

Whatever the nature of the source (at home, at work, at school or at play), the rules of interacting with other humans don’t disappear.  We all have a moral compass.  As adults, we know right from wrong and we teach the difference to our children, who innately know a lot of it already.

Today, please agree with me in prayer that we will do our best to conduct ourselves with dignity and grace.  To treat others and ourselves with respect.  And to accept our differences and celebrate what unites us.

Today, may we let our inner lions roar, praying for mutual respect.

Blessings,

Vicki Hinze

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Have You Ever Heard God Speak?

I don’t normally open a conversation with the two times I’ve heard God speak to me—forty percent of the people wouldn’t believe me and another 40% would probably think I’m crazy. But, that 20% left would probably know what I’m talking about. And I’m not talking about when we feel the Holy Spirit’s presence. I’m talking about a voice so distinct that you look around to see who said it.


It is impossible to tell whether it was an audible voice or just one in my head since I was alone both times. I will say, He didn’t sound like James Earl Jones. I can tell you where I was both times. The first time I was in a hospital room. The sun had not come up yet and I was reading my Bible and praying for my husband who was having surgery later that morning. Just as the sun rose over the building, a voice said, “Your life will never be the same after today.”


I knew it was God, but I wasn’t sure what He meant. My life had drastically changed over the last 3 months—New Year’s Eve I had taken my husband to the hospital, thinking he’d had a heart attack and he spent the next six weeks in intensive care with pancreatitis and then another six weeks in hospitals with the problems created by the gallbladder and pancreatitis. What if everything was about to get worse? I remember glancing down at the verse I’d been reading. Isaiah 43. I have redeemed you…I called you by name…the fire will not singe you…the water will not overcome you…I am the Lord your God…My life did change that day and for the first time in my life I was truly on my own…but not really. God was with me.


The next time it happened, I was driving home to Mississippi from Chattanooga, fretting about a problem that would come to a head the following week. A very serious problem, and clear as day from the backseat, I heard a voice say, “I told you I would take care of this. Don’t you think I can?”
Like I said, I don’t know if it was an audible voice, but I do know I looked behind me to make sure the seat was empty. And true to His word, He did take care of the problem.


If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that life will not always be easy, but God will always be there during the hard times. So, if you’re struggling with a problem, take it to Him. He may not change your circumstances, but He can change your perspective, and that may be what the whole problem is all about.

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Pastor or Prophet by James R. Coggins

“You have to decide whether you want to be a pastor or a prophet,” he said, “because prophets don’t live very long.”

My answer was unequivocal. “I want to be a prophet.”

We had met for lunch to “talk things over.” He was a denominational church leader, and I was an editor for the denominational magazine. He was older and more experienced and wiser than I was. Apparently, some things I had written or selected for publication had ruffled some feathers, and he was concerned that I might lose my job.

By his definition, a pastor’s job is to bring comfort and encouragement. That is true, but any pastor properly doing his job must also confront sin and speak uncomfortable truths. And the prophets I have read in the Bible brought comfort and encouragement as well as condemnation and judgment. Both things are needed.

So, while I took my friend’s advice into consideration, I continued to occasionally rock the boat. (As Kipling said, as a man, you should “trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too.”) My goal was not to cause trouble, just to tell the truth. I never worried about how what I wrote and edited would impact me but only about how it would impact the readers. I was concerned about what was good and necessary for them, not what was good for me.

In the end, I lasted nineteen years as a denominational magazine editor, far longer than most pastors stay in a church. I finally wrote something that upset enough people that I lost my job. But I don’t regret for a moment what I wrote. It was something that I was convinced needed to be said. And I had written things that could have gotten me fired much earlier in my career. I felt blessed to have lasted so long.

I have maintained the same attitude now that I am a freelance writer. I no longer have a job to lose, but I can still upset and disturb people. However, as Tommy Smothers said, “Maybe some people need to be disturbed.” And I suppose I could be sued—if I was a more prominent writer (and a wealthier one).

The thing is: As a writer, it is part of the job description to take risks. As a writer, if you are focused on losing your job, you aren’t doing your job. You can’t change the world by playing it safe.

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A Hiking Adventure by Tara Randel

On May 1, I went on an amazing hiking trip in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. I’ve always loved hiking, especially when we visit a new location, but this was a destination with the purpose of hiking Mt. LeConte, outside of Gatlinburg, Tennessee.

I was excited about the prospect of a challenging trail, and along with the other women from church who signed up for the trip, we trained for about three months beforehand. I switched up my routine at the gym, worked on building strength in my legs, got new equipment, like a backpack with a water reservoir, and took a lot of local hikes wearing a loaded backpack to get ready for the almost eleven-mile hike we would be tackling.

And tackle we did!

We arrived in the parking lot at the base of the mountain at 7:15 in the morning. It was exciting to get started. I will admit that I was in the back of the pack because I couldn’t resist taking pictures. While the path was mostly flat and littered with rocks, adjacent to a rushing stream, the incline arrived much too soon, and we had to adjust to the change.

The terrain was much more rugged than I’m used to. There were large rocks we had to climb over, stairs built into the inclines to assist in climbing, and since the weather had been rainy prior to the day we hiked, the rocks we climbed over were slippery.

About midway, we came to a large, open cave that had been prospected many years ago. We sat for a while, got a bite to eat to increase our energy and sang How Great is Our God and Raise a Hallelujah for the ladies who were having a tough time reaching this spot. The acoustics were phenomenal, and the songs were beautiful.

Then came the second half of the hike, which was even more demanding than I’d ever imagined. The paths were narrower and there were spots where if you stepped off, you’d fall down the side of the mountain. But the views were absolutely breathtaking. And then, we came to areas where we were climbing over granite cut from the mountain. Large eye bolts were drilled into the rock with a metal cable threaded through so we could hold on while working our way up the incline. Believe me when I say I stopped plenty of times to lower my heart rate. It was tough, but looking back now, a challenge I was ready for.

As we got closer to the top, the temperature started to drop. Before long we’d added layers and raincoats because there was heavy humidity in the air. There was a thick cloud cover and once we finally reached the summit, we could not see a view at all. It was all white. The wind was wild, the air was wet, but we’d made it! And sang again, this time Because He Lives.

It took us about six hours to hike to the top. After a short rest, we had to make our way down. Unfortunately, I slipped and fell before we got very far. As we started the descent, my knee started hurting. Let’s just say that for the next four or five hours, I can’t tell you which, I was extremely focused on my footing while my knee hurt every time I took a step. If you’ve ever hiked, you know that you have to adjust your stride when going down. I actually think it took more of a toll on my legs than going up.

We arrived back at the car at 6:15 in the evening. In total, it took me eleven hours to complete the trip. For the group ahead who had no problems, it took them about ten hours. I had a fantastic group of women who stayed with me, encouraging me to keep going and I was able to hold on to one friend’s backpack with one hand while I used a walking stick in the other. As much as I was disappointed in getting hurt, I can say that I’m really proud that I did the hike.

My knees are better, and while the point of the trip was the hike, it was beautiful to hang out with friends when we did a smaller hike the day before Mt. Le Conte and to also spend time shopping in Gatlinburg.

The group is already talking about doing the same mountain next April. They want to do the hike in a shorter time. You may be wondering if I’ll be going. Right now, the answer is no. Or maybe…TBD. We’ll see.

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 THE SURPRISE NEXT DOOR, available MAY 27, 2025. For more information about her books, visit Tara at www.tararandel.com. Like her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/TaraRandelBooks

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