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As I speak internationally to English speakers as well as through an interpreter, some of my greatest joys have been speaking to groups where participation from the audience is possible. Not only do I value the input of those in my conferences, but if they are actively involved (share testimonies, participate in prayer, read Scripture aloud), it is obvious that everyone is with me. I am interested in theological study, Christian writing, historical application of Biblical principles as well as writing as a craft and the current status of the publishing industry as a whole. As a result, I find myself following blogs of those whom I have learned to trust who contribute information in those fields. It occurred to me that blogs are the internet equivalent of audience participation in a conference setting. So, this blog is a result of that discovery. As much as possible (sometimes when I travel I do not have internet access), I will be making weekly posts of how everyday life is related to what God has revealed about Himself in His Word - maintaining one focus on that most important relationship. I would welcome your participation.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Sunrise on Christmas Day

People around the world look forward to sunrise on Christmas day with eager anticipation, especially young ones. Children who have been told that they cannot look under the Christmas tree until after sunrise can hardly wait for the sun to come up. They hardly sleep the night before and when the slightest hint of light comes out in the morning, they run to their parents and ask, "May I get up now? May I see what Santa brought?"

The traditions of Christmas are about family, food and gifts. Some people spend all year thinking about the next Christmas. They shop a little during the year, hide the gifts away and save up for the special treats that the family loves to eat at Christmas time. More books, songs and movies revolve around Christmas than any other holiday. It is a celebration for people of all nations and cultures, even for those who do not believe in the Christ who made it all possible.

The first Christmas was anticipated for centuries. The prophets spoke about the coming of the Christ child long before that day Mary gave birth to Him and laid Him in a manger. Mary herself must have been excited about the dawn of the day when the promise given to her was born from her own body. That sunrise brought her Son to her and to the world.

As people choose Christmas gifts, they put much thought into it because they want to please the ones they love. Sometimes that entails sacrifice on their part. They may scrimp and save in order to get that special item to wrap and put under the tree.

The gift of the Son to save the world was planned by God before time began. He knew the gift that was needed and He sacrificed much in order to give that gift. God's love for us is so great that He was willing to suffer to give us the gift that we needed most.

As the sun rose on that first Christmas, one day the Son will rise again. What God promises He fulfills.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life (John 3:16).

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Joseph, The Man in the Background in the Nativity

When unpacking my Christmas decorations, I love pulling out and setting up my collection of nativity scenes. It is the picture of the real Christmas story: the gift of the Son of God to the world.

Jesus is the central figure in the nativity scene. It would not mean anything without Him. When I am placing the other figures around Him, I usually place Mary behind His right and Joseph behind Him on the left.

The placing of Joseph in the nativity scene is somewhat symbolic of his life. He is the man in the background. Many stories have been written about how Mary was chosen to be the mother of our Savior, but little has been said about the man who was chosen by God to raise His son.

Matthew tells us more about Joseph than anyone else. Like me, I think Matthew must have been impressed with this humble man who loved God, loved the mother of His Son and loved His Son in a way that no one else could.

After Mary told him she had been chosen to bear the Christ child, Joseph had the first of his dreams that included instructions from God. The angel in the dream told Joseph not to be afraid but to wed Mary as he had planned.

Joseph was visited by an angel of the Lord in his dreams at least twice more. After the visit of the wise men, he was instructed in a dream to take his family to Egypt because Herod wanted to kill the child. He was told to stay until he was visited again. After Herod died, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and told him to go to the land of Israel.  Joseph settled in the city called Nazareth, thus fulfilling the prophecy about Jesus that He would be a Nazarene.

Joseph is mentioned again when he and Mary found Jesus conversing with the teachers in the temple. When Mary questioned Jesus as to why He had not come with them when they left the city, Jesus said, "Why did you seek Me? Did you not know that I must be about My Father's business?" (Luke 2:49). This is the last time Joseph is mentioned, so he must have died between the time Jesus was twelve and the beginning of His ministry.

Although Jesus' brothers resented Him and for a long time did not believe in Him, that was not true of Joseph. He did not resent raising a Son that was not his own. He accepted that assignment from God without question.

Joseph was an unusual man, humble and obedient. What Jesus learned about carpentry, he learned from Joseph. Joseph must have also taught Jesus much about His Father's word as well, for we know that Jesus learned the Scripture as a child.

I am looking forward to meeting Joseph in heaven, the man in the background in the nativity.

Then Joseph, being aroused from sleep, did as the angel of the Lord commanded him and took to him his wife, and did not know her till she had brought forth her firstborn Son. And he called His name Jesus. (Matthew 1:24-25).

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Preparing for the First Christmas: Greetings from Gabriel

Preparing for Christmas is a delightful experience to me.  I love getting out the decorations, playing Christmas music, watching favorite Christmas movies, lighting candles reserved for the season, entertaining, preparing special treats that for some reason are only eaten during Christmas time, strolling through stores and malls with special decorations and driving through neighborhoods that have prepared for this most important day.

Most of all, getting ready for Christmas includes the reading of the Christmas story. As a believer, I continue to be amazed and grateful that God would send His Son to live among men so that we might live with Him forever. As God was preparing the world for the first Christmas, He enlisted angels to bring messages to those who would be directly involved.

Many people are fascinated by angels, including me. Movies, television programs and books support the idea that good people become angels. That theory can make interesting entertainment, but it is not true. According to scripture, angels are unique creations of God and are spirits sent by God to minister to believers.

Other popular pieces of literature about angels concentrate on their involvement in the lives of people - sometimes detailing rescues and comfort in trying situations. Although it is possible to have encounters with angels, these visitations originate with God, not the angels themselves. Good angels are always on assignment from God. He deserves the credit for any rescue or comfort received at the hands of angels.

Joseph, who was engaged to the virgin Mary, came to understand his special role in the life of Jesus through many visitations of angels. After the birth of Christ, humble shepherds in the field were honored to receive a birth announcement - via special delivery through an angel and accompanied by an angelic choir.

Gabriel is one of two angels whose name we know. We first discover him in the Old Testament where he was sent by God to explain visions to Daniel. His most familiar appearances were in the New Testament as God sent him to prepare the world for the coming of the Christ child. He told Zacharias that God sent him to bring him news of the birth of his son, John the Baptist, whose voice in the wilderness would prepare the way of the Lord. When Gabriel is last mentioned in scripture by name, it was to deliver greetings from God to a young virgin who, because she had found favor with God, would be blessed among women and give birth to the promised Messiah.

"I am Gabriel, who stands in the presence of God... the angel Gabriel was sent by God...to a virgin betrothed to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David. The virgin's name was Mary...And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bring forth a Son, and shall call His name Jesus...The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Highest will overshadow you, therefore, also, that Holy One who is to be born will be called the Son of God"  (Luke 1:19, 26, 27, 31, 35).

Friday, December 2, 2011

Heroic Shepherds

Usually, when one thinks of a hero, someone who has been through the battlefields of war or has achieved widespread acclaim because of their accomplishments for mankind comes to mind.  It is unlikely that anyone would initially think of shepherds as heroes.  Yet shepherds are some of the notable heroes of scripture.

Abel, the First Shepherd

Abel, son of Adam and Eve, was a keeper of sheep. He gave the proper sacrifice to God when he brought the firstborn of his flock. God gave His only begotten Son - the firstborn among many brothers - so that whoever believed in Him would be saved.

Abraham, a Wealthy Shepherd

When Abraham proved to God that he trusted Him above all else, God substituted the lamb (ram) for the sacrifice of Isaac. John the Baptist announced that the living Jesus was the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world. The writer of Hebrews tells us that the Good Shepherd offered Himself as the sacrificial lamb, one sacrifice for the sins of all time.

Jacob, a Shepherd in Love

For the love of Rachel, Jacob served Laban fourteen years - seven for Leah and seven for Rachel. Before he died, he gave a blessing to his beloved son Joseph who was Rachel's child. Israel (Jacob) acknowledged that the God of his fathers had been his shepherd all through his life and that his son Joseph was strong because of the Shepherd, the Rock of Israel.

Moses, a Shepherd in Training

Before leading the children of Israel out of Egypt, Moses spent forty years as a shepherd in Midian. This period of obscurity, guiding and protecting defenseless sheep, was preparation for forty years spent in the wilderness with fearful and stubborn people. 

David, the Giant Killer

Although a youth, David's experience as a shepherd enabled him to fight the giant Goliath.  Even as king, David never forgot lessons learned tending sheep. His Psalm 23 is the most often quoted Psalm of the Bible.

 Shepherds in the Field

Humble God-fearing shepherds were honored by a visit from an angel announcing the birth of the Christ child. Finding Him in a manger made them feel quite at home.

Jesus, the Good Shepherd

Shepherds, under-shepherds and sheep are an important part of God's story. He warns against false shepherds. He calls His people His flock. 

The Old Testament characters above (and others) pointed to the coming of the Chief Shepherd, the Son of God.  Although heroic in their actions of protecting the sheep under their care, the true hero of the Book is the Good Shepherd, the Lamb that was slain. 

Behold, the Lord God shall come with a strong hand, and His arm shall rules for Him; behold His reward is with Him, and His work before Him. He will feed His flock like a shepherd; He will gather the lambs with His arm, and carry them in His bosom, and gently lead those who are with young (Isaiah 40:10-11).



Saturday, November 19, 2011

Christmas is coming

Spending a delightful day in mid-November in London, England, it was obvious that the city was preparing for Christmas. The stores, the streets, the advertisements all reminded one that "Christmas is coming." Particularly enjoyable was a stroll through Covent Garden Market, where the decorations were all in full display. The gigantic Christmas tree was adorned in only lights and balls of all sizes.  Overhead were gigantic red balls dangling from the rooftop of the market square. A hugh reindeer made of greenery was adorned with white lights.

Throughout the city the decorations were classic - large stars lit with white lights hung between the buildings on the main thoroughfares. Store displays were being dressed in Christmas colors and packages were lying in the windows all around with a gentle reminder that gifts would be needed for father, mother, aunt, son, daughter, uncle, aunt and cousin.

As a Christian, I am aware that preparation for Christmas in much of the world is a secular activity. On the web and in the mail, the announcements that Christmas is coming are in hopes that people will buy their products for Christmas gifts. Many people are simply looking forward to time off from work and the family traditions surrounding the most popular holiday of the year.

Unfortunately, few are experiencing the inner reminder that without the first Christmas, there would be no Easter. Without the coming of the Christ child, His perfect life, His substitutionary death on the cross and His resurrection, there would be no hope for eternal life. Whether or not stores, streets and homes are decorated with the intent to honor Christ, the decorations can speak for themselves, just as the Bible says that the rocks would cry out if people fail to worship God.

All of the decorations in London did, however, remind me of the first Christmas - the coming of Immanuel, God with us. The balls reminded me of a globe - our world and the planets and stars of the universe. The Christ who was born in the nativity is the One who created the universe and our world. The trees and the reindeer caused me to reflect on how He adorned our earth with plants and animals and all that is good. As I gazed at the stars hanging over the streets, I envisioned the star that led the wise men to the Christ child. The lights everywhere - in white - made me think of Jesus, the Light of the world.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God...Through him all things were made...In him was life, and that life was the light of men (John 1:1, 3-4).

Friday, November 11, 2011

11 Reasons To Honor Our Veterans for Their Service

A date like this one (11/11/11) doesn't come along too often. Not only do we observe Veteran's Day on the 11th of November, but it was at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 when the Armistice was signed between the Allied nations and Germany to officially end World War 1.  Formerly known as Armistice Day or Remembrance Day, this day is a national holiday in many allied nations, honoring the members of the armed forces who lost their lives in the war.

Rightly so, Veterans Day now pays tribute to all military veterans. Those who have served in the military or are presently serving in the military deserve our thanks. Many nations have reason to thank their servicemen for their contributions, but this reflection is based on those in the branches of the U.S. military.

  1. The U.S. official motto is "In God We Trust." Although much effort has been expended to remove God from our schools and our speech, this motto was reaffirmed this month by the U. S. House of Representatives. Some say that this reaffirmation was a needless distraction from our nation's other problems. I, for one, am proud of the House for the reaffirmation. Whatever the religion of the servicemen and women (and they should be free to worship as they please), they do serve a country that still recognizes sovereign God.
  2. Military service is selfless. Personnel in every branch of our military sacrifice time with their families and other pursuits. They are willing to given their time unselfishly for the good of their country and their grandchildren. It costs them much to be in the military.
  3. Military members are brave and honorable people, willing to lay their lives on the line for others.
  4. Military members are worthy examples for young people. They are the true super heroes of our nation.
  5. Military members know the value and honor of teamwork. 
  6. The official motto of the United States Army is "This We'll Defend."  That is a statement that covers all the military branches.  Our nation is still free because of our veterans.
  7. The United States Navy motto is "Honor,  Courage, Commitment," a standard that should be true of all of us.
  8. "Semper Fidelis," the motto of the United States Marine Corps reminds its members of the need to be "Always Faithful." 
  9. The United States Coast Guard vows to be "Semper Paratus," "Always Ready." They have proven their loyalty many times in recent years.
  10. The United States Navy Seals know that service is not easy. They are ready for any challenge as their motto is "The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday."
  11. Finally, but not least because I have two sons serving in the United States Air Force, is the motto, "Aim High...Fly, Fight, Win."  "Above All" and "No One Comes Close" are still remembered as USAF mottoes. Their core values say it all (even for other branches of the military): Integrity first, Service before self, and Excellence in all we do.
Thank you, sons, family and friends who have served and are serving in the United States military. I owe you a debt of gratitude for the freedoms I still have.

Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends (John 15:13).

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Forgetting the Cross

Some years back, my husband was a pastor in far west Texas. He led our church to hold an annual evangelistic crusade in a mountain amphitheater. Although it was difficult in that city to get new people to come to the church building, in this beautiful outdoor setting, the attendance was always very good. 


A large cross, illumined by spotlights, was placed strategically behind the stage area. No one attending the services could miss seeing the old rugged cross on the hill. The cross was central in the preaching and the music. Many people were saved as a result of the crusades.  


Set up and tear down of the equipment was an all day affair, involving many people and much labor. One year, when things that were to be carried back to the church had all been loaded on the trucks and the tear down team was ready to drive away, my husband heard one of the clean up crew for the amphitheater cry out, "Hey, mister, you forgot your cross!" Sure enough, the cross still stood on that hill, all alone, and forgotten. My husband has never forgotten the implications of that oversight and neither have I.


For many years, I have observed preachers and churches who have forgotten the cross. No one seems to be offended with stories about Jesus, the nativity, the miracles and the parables. However, when the whole gospel is preached and the cross is included, there is a different reaction, sometimes a violent one. Preachers are tempted to leave the cross out of the gospel in order to reach the crowds. People would rather hear a motivational message loosely based on scripture than the whole gospel, with the terrible reality that it was our sin that nailed the Son of God to the cross.

The sweet story of the nativity has to include the horrors of the cross and the glory of the resurrection. Jesus paid for the sins of mankind on His cross. After His resurrection, He sat down at the right hand of the Father, His mission complete. The whole story of Jesus must include the cross and the resurrection.

Don't forget the cross!

Christ died for our sins, just as the Scriptures said. He was buried, and he was raised from the dead on the third day, just as the Scriptures said...And if Christ has not been raised, then your faith is useless and you are still guilty of your sins. In that case, all who have died believing in Christ are lost! And if our hope in Christ is only for this life, we are more to be pitied than anyone in the world (1 Corinthians 15:3-4,17-19 NLT).




Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Days of Remembrance

Every country has national holidays, many of them commemorating a special event in the nation's history. Traveling internationally exposes me to many local holidays and I learn something new about the country I am visiting each time one comes around.

Some countries celebrate some of the same holidays but with a different twist. Halloween, for instance, a hugh commercial event for America, is only given a nod by some countries.  In Poland, for instance, Halloween is observed for the children, but the real celebration is the next day: All Saints Day or the Day of the Dead. 

Although All Saints Day is officially only one day, it usually lasts for several days. It is common for Polish people to take off work for a day if All Saints Day falls close to a weekend. All Saints Day in 2011 fell on a Tuesday. Many families left work Friday afternoon (so many that the congestion on the roads leaving Warsaw resulted in many automobile accidents) to travel long distances to visit with families, took the following Monday off from work, and returned home on Tuesday evening. 

In most European countries, cemeteries are more than resting places for the dead. Beautifully maintained by family members (not by cemetery staff), none of the graves are overgrown or neglected. Especially during All Saints Day, when people visit cemeteries to clean grave sites of loved ones and place flowers and candles on them, many people will wander through the cemetery to look for graves which have not been cleaned. Even if they do not know the family of these deceased, they will tend to the grave and put a candle on it. 

I have visited a cemetery on All Saints Day with Polish friends. The beauty of the cemetery nearly took my breath away. There are so many flowers on the graves that it is more like a garden than a cemetery. At night, the glow from candles in glass containers of various colors (thousands in the larger cemeteries) accentuate the beauty of the stone grave markers and the flowers on top of them. The cemeteries are so full of people you can hardly walk. Graves of national heroes are easily identifiable as people put extra flowers and candles around them - so many that it is hard to see the grave stone.

America is the only country I know of that works its retail people harder during a holiday. In other countries, when it's time for a holiday, everything closes down. That literally means that if you are out of milk and bread on a holiday, too bad. You must wait until the next day. Although I learned this lesson the hard way and still gets surprised sometimes by a holiday I was not aware of, I very heartily approve of this system. Owners and employees of businesses have the day off just like everyone else. A holiday is a holiday for everyone.

In many countries I travel in, the same is true for Sunday. Unfortunately, this is changing in some places, but most of the time, Sunday is a day of rest. Families get together, go for walks together, and celebrate life. Although many that observe Sunday as a day of rest don't do it for the same reason I do (God said so), they understand the value of a special day set aside for leisure, not work.  

Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord your God. In it you shall do no work; you, nor your son, nor your daughter, or your male servant, nor your cattle, nor your stranger who is within your gates. For in six days the Lord made the heavens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and hallowed it (Exodus 20:8-11).

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Adaptation and Identification

Traveling as much as I do is an exercise in adaptation. My husband and I stay overseas often for an extended period of time - several weeks or months.

We don't stay in tourist areas, but live where the locals live. Sometimes there is a lot of difference between the two. I prefer living among the people. I get a much better perspective.

Although my primary frame of reference is American, I am very happy to say that my frame has grown and keeps growing. Adaptation to other cultures has given me a better and broader world view.

Since we do live among the people for extended periods, there are many things I need to discover about each new location. Will I be close to public transportation? Are schedules reliable? Do many people speak English? Can I safely walk in the neighborhoods? Are dogs behind fences or are they allowed to roam the streets? What are the expectations concerning pedestrians and driving?

When staying somewhere for more than a few days, it becomes necessary to set up housekeeping (of a sort). Sometimes I know in advance what the accommodations are like. Many times I don't.  Where we stay has a bearing on how much I can do for myself. Will we be in a room or an apartment?  Will I have an oven, a stovetop, a refrigerator or internet connection? Will I have access to a washing machine or will I be doing laundry by hand?

Packing for such a trip is always a challenge. Is it going to be cold or hot (we've had many surprises in that area!)? Do I need to pack hangers, a coffee pot or an electric kettle?  Several things I never regret packing are:

  • ziplock bags (few countries other than the U.S. have these) 
  • headache medicine, sleep aids, stomach medicine, etc. (sometimes these are very hard to obtain)
  • a pillowcase (I often use this for laundry although it has come in handy when the pillows do not have pillowcases. I have even used a pillowcase for a hand towel.) 
  • cloth shopping bags (even though the U.S. is starting to encourage people to use these, other countries charge for their own bags!)
  • soap
  • a small flashlight (sometimes used as a reading light when there is no lamp)

Being exposed to different cultures leads to an identification with the local people. There are times I have an "aha" moment thinking, "that's why they do what they do!" Discoveries first hand make a bigger impression than reading about the culture or hearing someone else describe their experiences.

The most surprising thing to me has been reverse culture shock upon returning to America. Things I have gotten used to overseas - great public transportation, the abundance of woods with hiking trails and cheese I can afford! - I often miss when I go home. Most of all, though, I miss my new friends.

I am often eager to return to places I have been to see my friends, but I also miss my family, home and friends in the U.S. when I am overseas.  I often wish I could be in more than one place at a time.

Jesus chose to leave heaven and adapt to the limitations on earth for our sakes. He identified with us. I don't have to wonder if He misses His friends because He, unlike us, can be in both places at once. His Spirit is still with us.

And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us... (John 1:14a).

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Transcending the Language Barrier

God has a great sense of humor.  I am never at a loss for words - unless I can't speak the language.  In our ministry, my husband and I travel all over the world.  I am more often than not in a situation where I cannot speak the language.

We minister often in Poland. I don't speak Polish. We go frequently to Spanish speaking countries. I can't speak Spanish. Although we lived in Germany, I only learned a small amount of German (I sometimes revert to the little German I know even in countries where it is not the national language). We spent a year ministering in France, and I don't speak French. We have traveled to Austria, Portugal, Italy, Ukraine, China and countries in the Middle East where English is not the national language. Not once could I do what I do in America - meet people on the streets and in the shops and carry on a conversation.

Although I would very much like to get to know people I meet on these trips, I am handicapped because I can't communicate in their mother tongue.  I often give locals who want to practice their English a workout, but I would rather speak to them in their own language. I wish I had a gift for languages. I don't.

The common denominator in all these places is that someone I work with speaks excellent English. I must rely on them for all the information about the area, how to conduct myself, how to shop and use the transportation system, etc. For those dear friends who are gifted in multiple languages, I pray that God will especially bless them for their service. I couldn't do what I do without them.

I am able, however, many times to get my point across without using the local language.  There are a few things that transcend the language barrier, especially in the church.

In a special service in Poland, for instance, I had a meaningful worship experience even though I didn't understand a word that was spoken. What I did understand, through song, message, testimonies and tears, was a love for God and a desire to praise Him. The language barrier was transcended by the common bond I have with the family of God. His Spirit was with us all.

Music is a special language all of itself.  Familiar tunes to hymns and choruses I hear in church services around the world make me feel at home and connected with the other worshippers.

I try to learn a few phrases in each language, especially "Good day" and "thank you." I find myself repeating those expressions over and over again, sometimes appropriately, sometimes not.  My mispronunciations are received with good natured laughter.  One of my problems is I also have issues with correctly pronouncing some words in English!

Everyone is complimented when you at least try to greet them in their mother tongue. Occasionally, I will learn an additional phrase.  In China, I also learned the expression "God bless you." I will never forget the smiles on the faces of some of my new friends as I left and said "God bless you" in Chinese.

Although I must be careful about how I do this, sometimes charades will do the trick.  That has resulted in lots of laughter, but physical demonstrations can communicate.

Intentional presence makes a statement. Even among English speakers, many times, just "being there" is the preferred message of the moment. Sometimes there is nothing that can be said to remedy a situation. It can transcend the language barrier. Facial expressions and mere presence communicates "I'm here because I care."

Expressions of greetings are different in every country.  They vary from a handshake to a one cheek kiss to a two cheek kiss to a bow to a big hug.  Even though I try to find out what is practiced locally, sometimes I just do what is natural for me and give a big hug.  I have yet to have someone chide me for this even when it is not common. Especially when I greet another woman, our eyes meet and there is a big returning smile, when I give her a hug, she returns it with gusto. It always seem to communicate.

Although I know my handicap will not be a problem in heaven, my attempts to communicate here result in a lot of laughter. After all, God does have a sense of humor.

There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus (Galatians 3:28)

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The Forest and the Trees: My Perspective, God's Perspective

One of my favorite things to do is take a walk in a forest.  I love trees.  Being close to many different types of trees helps me notice certain features about them: their size and shape as well as the particular characteristics of their leaves. Especially during fall, this is an exercise in delight.  The leaves changing colors and floating to the ground right in front of me is like watching a painting in progress - a work of art only God can create.

Taking note of the intricate design of leaves, the route of gnarly tree roots and various designs of tree bark is something that can only be done close at hand. I walked recently through a small area of a forest that had been harvested. Before reaching the site, it appeared that there were no trees at all in that spot. However, walking next to it, I discovered that the area had been replanted. Those small trees would someday grow tall like their neighbors, house birds, and provide shade for small animals.

Viewing the forest from a distance, such as from above in an airplane or from a car passing by, would render these details inaccessible.  That view is also beneficial, however, as it gives a different and important perspective. Each tree in a forest is part of the whole. Without individual trees, the forest would not exist. Together, they are something more than they are alone.  

I am often reminded that God's perspective includes both the forest and the trees.  While my perspective on life is often determined by my experience, a point in time or my location, I know that God does not have those limitations. He truly does have the big picture.  He can focus on the minute details of the tree and see the forest as a whole at the same time.  The smallest detail is a part of His plan.  His perspective includes the details of my life along with everyone else's.

Knowing that God created the tree and the forest and sees the intricate details of one tree as well as the entire forest at the same time helps me cope with unknown elements of my future.  No detail in my life is inconsequential in His plan. The small things in life are significant because they are part of the whole.

The trees of the Lord are full of sap, the cedars of Lebanon which He planted, where the birds make their nests; the stork has her home in the fir trees...O Lord, how manifold are Your works! In wisdom You have made them all. The earth is full of Your possessions (Psalm 104:16, 17, 24).

Friday, October 7, 2011

Connecting the Dots: An Exercise in Understanding Life


As a child, I worked with books containing several different kinds of exercises: coloring pages, mazes, crossword puzzles and connect the dots.  My favorite was connecting the dots.  On the most complex pages, you could not tell what the picture was until you had completed the process of connecting dot number one with dot number two and so on until the last dot had been connected.  The resulting picture was already there in the background.  The creator of the page had it in mind before he removed the lines that connected each dot.  His goal was for the worker of the page to discover the picture after each dot was connected. 

I remember some of the “aha” moments I had when I had finally connected enough dots to know what each picture was going to be, but finished the exercise anyway because I wanted to see the completed picture. I might then color it, but I often left it just as it was when the last dot had been connected because I had seen all I needed to see.  The delight was in finding the hidden picture.

Steve Jobs, co-founder of Apple Inc., died this week.  In a speech he gave to the graduating class at Stanford University June 2005, his first point caught my attention. It was about connecting the dots.

Steve Job’s story of connecting the dots had to do with his own life.  He was where he was in business because of a series of events that happened, some beyond his control: the circumstances surrounding his adoption as a child, his quitting college and deciding to pursue his personal interests, his being fired at the company he started, etc.  All of these things led him to a point where he was able to accomplish certain things. Connecting those dots in retrospect helped him see the fuller picture of why he was able to do the things he did.

Steve Jobs is one of those people whose achievements greatly affected the way people live their lives.  He said connecting the dots is only possible when you look back on life, but when you do connect the dots or circumstances, situations that at first seemed to be negative can sometimes lead to a positive outcome.

Connecting the dots is my favorite way to study the Bible. The many ways to study God’s word, such as verse-by-verse exposition, character analysis, theme, book study, etc., all have great value. The important thing is to spend time reading His word, asking Him to reveal His truth to you, and making the application when it has been revealed.

Often, when I am reading God’s word, I notice the repetition of a word or a concept and start connecting those dots. For instance, when I was reading through the letters the apostle Paul wrote, I started noticing similarities in his prayers.  The result of that study was a book: The Prayer Driven Life. Paul’s prayers included prayers of blessings, thanksgiving for the saints, praise and thanksgiving to God, petitions to God on behalf of the saints, and benedictions. I never would have discovered those groupings of prayers had I not connected the dots that flowed from Romans through Philemon, and all the letters in between.

Connecting the dots of God’s word is exciting to me.  Many of my Bible studies have started that way. Connecting the dots between His word, history and current events makes sense. Reading the Bible is as currently relevant as reading today’s newspaper.  Connecting the dots between His word and the events of life takes the focus off myself and onto His plan. 

Steve Jobs was partially right.  We can only connect the dots in our own lives by looking backwards.  Christians, however, have an advantage: one of faith and trust in God who does have a plan. The resulting picture of our completed lives was already in our Creator’s mind before we were ever born.  His plan connects the dots of our past and present with our future.  As I watch the picture He has created unfold, I know I can trust the Creator to do all that is right.  

My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them (Psalm 139:15-16).

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Poisonous Plants, Protection and Prayer

Like a lot of other people, I am extremely allergic to poison ivy, poison oak and poison sumac. I have done a lot of research on how to recognize these lovely plants. That is actually harder than it seems. Sometimes the recognition comes when I am in the midst of a patch of it (or after I have swung on the vine!)  Working in it sometimes cannot be avoided. What I try to avoid is the terrible consequences of not working wisely in it. Forewarned is forearmed.

There are certain types of ivy I would like to cultivate.  Although some consider English ivy a noxious plant, overtaking everything, I do like the fact that it looks good, seems to like the shade and will not create a rash like its poisonous cousin.

One of the disturbing things about the poisonous varieties is that they imitate the plants around them - making me a little nervous about every plant I come in contact with.  The leaves of three - leave them be rule does help, but the leaves may be pointed, oblong or round.  Sumac does not follow the leaves of three rule.  I must remember to watch out for a single leaf at the end of a long row of innocent looking leaves on a branch.  And. . . there is always the possibility that one of the leaves in the configuration has fallen off - so there might be two leaves in the cluster of three or the single leaf at the end of the sumac branch has disappeared.  So, my answer is to always be cautious and protect myself as much as possible.

Protection involves extra clothing - 2 layers of long sleeves and 2 layers of long trousers.  I also put on two sets of gloves just to be sure.  I lather up with Ivy Block, which is supposed to prevent oils from getting on to my skin.  When I am through, I use Tecnu Xtreme to wash off any oils that might have come through the two layers of clothing and the Ivy Block.  Somehow, even after all these precautions, I still get the rash and have to wait out the two to three weeks for it to dry up and disappear.

The offending oil on the poisonous plants is not obvious.  The leaves don't always shine.  The experts say the oil is still there even after the plant is dead.  Working in an area where poison ivy is plentiful takes all the courage I can muster, but sometimes I think the results are worth the effort.

Working around these poisonous plants make me think of life as a Christian in a worldly society.  If the Christian's life is to have any influence on the world, he must be willing to work in the midst of some fairly unpleasant circumstances.  Even when one's standards are according to God's word, just setting out in business, or shopping or traveling or any contact with others opens the possibility of being exposed to some poisonous influences.  Just as the English ivy might grow next to the poison ivy or the poison sumac resembles a harmless tree, it is not always possible to prevent all negative influences from coming into your life.

Living life as a Christian hermit is not the answer.  Fighting against those negative influences is the answer: by prevention (being so close to God you learn to recognize the evil), by protection (arming yourself with the resources the Holy Spirit has made available) and prayer (asking God to help you through the forest of good and bad).  Living the Christian life is hard, but it is worth the effort.

In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world...I have given them your word and the world has hated them, for they are not of the world any more than I am of the world. My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one (John 16:33, 17:14-15).

Monday, September 26, 2011

Playtime, Love and You

Being a grandmother brings back memories of time spent with my own sons when they were preschoolers. Then, as now, time was more plentiful than money; however, being forced to be creative in our playtime was, and still is, a good thing. Especially with the current economic situation, parents and grandparents are sharing tips that have worked for them as they help their children enjoy life without spending much money. 

I have noticed that expensive toys often spend the largest part of their time lying in the toy box or closet. Although rotating toys helps, after the novelty wears off again, they must then be put up once more or even given away.

Toy companies are expert at advertising, but not always so clever at creating toys children can really enjoy. A lot of toys do not hold the interest of a small child. Some toys wind up and do their own thing while the child sits by and watches. Some are just too difficult to play with. My husband and I bought the biggest and best transformer for one of our grandsons, but it was so hard to put together, I'm not sure he ever played with it.  I have discovered it is the simpler versions they like the best.   

Children love to work with their hands. Give a child time to play in a sandpile with old margarine tubs, kitchen utensils (sifters, spoons, etc.) and he can create anything - forts, farms, trains, churches, or just plain mud pies.

When my children were small, unless we had to go somewhere, I didn't worry about them getting dirty. They loved it. In fact, on nice warm days, they could water the dirt and have extra fun with mud. This kind of dirt play is not only enjoyable for children, it also develops small muscle coordination and their imagination. Playing outside makes them more aware of all the good things God has created for them to enjoy.

Just as children love to play in dirt and sand, they enjoy play dough or clay. I found homemade play dough lasted much longer than the purchased kind. Cookie cutters and plastic items from the kitchen are great things to use with play dough.

A lot of throw away items hold charm for a child: old clothes, bits of wood (with no splinters), old wooden spools, spray can tops, plastic bottles (not pill bottles), and boxes of all sizes. Uses are limited only to the imagination of the child. Children love to create something of their own. One of my grandsons is especially good at making something out of practically nothing.  I am always looking forward to seeing what he has created. 

Furniture boxes make a great play house. We sometimes placed one on a patio or the corner of a son's room. It became his private domain - with endless possibilities - a hideaway, a spaceship, an office like Dad's, etc. I just cut out a door and a window and let my sons do the rest.  They also often created a hideaway underneath the kitchen table, spreading a large blanket over the table and letting their imagination run wild.  

I remember camping out in the backyard with our young sons. My husband spread a blanket over two lawn chairs and fixed a pallet underneath for the boys. We slept on cots beside them. We had snacks outside that night and even took our portable television outside on the patio. The boys loved it and slept soundly.

When my children were crawlers and toddlers, I installed childproof openers on the cabinets I didn't want them getting into and put all plastics and light tin pots and pans in the remaining cabinets. While I worked in the kitchen, they would entertain themselves stacking the plastic bowls, banging tin dishes together and even crawling into the empty cabinet for a hideout. I remember one time in particular when my oldest son was about seven or eight months old, his grandparents, his Dad and I observed as he stacked pots and pans together matching the right lids to the proper pans. He struggled with a drip coffee pot until he got all the parts together again the right way which took him a good ten minutes. During all this time, he was concentrating so hard that he didn't even notice that he had an audience!

The most important of all is time a parent or grandparent spends playing with his child. I am so proud of my sons and their wives as they are taking advantage of every minute they have with their young children, recognizing that this stage does not last forever. There comes a time when a child is not as interested in spending all their time with their family, but for a preschooler or elementary age child, there is no one that can take the place of his parent.

During the important formative years, God made young children somewhat possessive of his parents in order to use this golden opportunity to influence that child for good.

Grandchildren are the crowning glory of the aged; parents are the pride of their children (Proverbs 17:6 NLT)

Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Miracle of Adoption

My newest grandchild became a part of my family today. I haven't met her yet, but I have been anticipating her arrival for three years.

In September 2008, my son and his wife felt God calling them to adopt a child - preferably a girl.  They have two terrific natural born sons, so they are in the minority of people who choose to adopt.  Since most couples adopt because they can't have children any other way, my son and his wife did not request a newborn. Wanting to keep the existing birth order in their family, they did ask for a child under three.

Anyone who has been through an adoption process or is related to someone who has knows that adoptions are expensive and enormously time consuming.  Deciding to adopt a child makes a bold statement.  Parents (and in some cases, siblings) are willing to pay the price to adopt a child.

In their case, two adoption agencies (the first one didn't work out), much money and three years later, the day has finally arrived.

With all the hiccups in the process, one blog entry of my daughter-in-law's was "God has a plan, God has a plan, God has a plan."  Today, we know what that plan was.

In September 2008 Olivia's birth mother was in her first trimester. After giving birth to Olivia seven months later (March 2009), she left her on a doorstep. Found, she was taken to a foster home that works with our family's adoption agency.

The referral from the agency came just after Olivia's second birthday in March 2011. As soon as we all saw her picture, we knew why God allowed the delay. Everyone instantly knew that Olivia belonged to our family. She was not even born when they started the process with the first agency.

Olivia's family is in China. They picked her up today. It was such a delight to receive pictures of her with her brothers and parents.

Olivia will know she is adopted. She will know that she is loved and wanted. She will be told that she was longed-for, chosen and considered worth any price that had to be paid so she could be part of the family.

God, the Father, and God, the Son wanted, longed-for and chose to adopt those who accepted the sacrificial gift offered by Jesus Christ. Through the inspiration of God's Holy Spirit, He has told us that His adopted children are wanted, longed-for, chosen. He paid the highest price for each child of His: the life and death of His only begotten Son.


to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God... So the Word became human and made his home among us. He was full of unfailing love and faithfulness. And we have seen his glory, the glory of the Father's one and only Son... God decided in advance to adopt us into his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. This is what he wanted to do, and it gave him great pleasure (John 1:12, 14, Ephesians 1:5 NLT).

Sunday, September 11, 2011

The Cross and 9/11: Hatred Does Not Have the Last Word, Love Does

The 10th anniversary of 9/11 has enabled us to know more about the sacrifices of the men and women who lost their lives on that day.  Families have shared testimonies of last phone calls with their loved ones and phone messages left on recorders.  Common threads for these heroic men and women who died needlessly or sacrificed themselves attempting to save others is duty, dignity and love.

The terrorist attack on America on 9/11/01 can only be explained by pure evil.  Their aim was to kill as many people as they could and destroy the morale of a nation. Hatred struck our nation, but it did not have the effect the terrorists desired.  Yes, of course, life will never be the same, especially for those family members and friends who lost a loved one that day, but hatred did not have the last word.  Love did.

Firefighters, policemen and every day citizens did in the moment of tragedy what evil never would have done.  They thought of others instead of themselves - the husband who called his wife knowing he would not survive continued to tell her how much he loved her and wanted her to have a good life, the firefighters who went into the burning buildings knowing there was a good chance they would never come out, the people of New York who came out of their homes with sandwiches and water to give to anyone who needed it, the heroes of Flight 93 who took over the airplane knowing that it was a target for the nation's Capitol and many, many more stories like these that were proof that people cared enough for others that they would sacrifice their lives.  Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends (John 15:13). Hatred did not have the last word. Love did.

The airplane that struck the first tower shocked everyone.  Those in that building were taken by surprise. Many who sacrificed themselves during the next three crashes were aware of the attack.  Although they had little time to respond, there was a little forewarning because of the first crash.  Even so, the stories of heroism continued. Hatred did not have the last word. Love did.

In the intervening ten years, young men and women in our military have voluntarily gone into harm's way to protect not only the freedom of the country they love, but the lives of those they left behind. Hatred did not have the last word. Love did.

The legacy of these heroes is being lived out in the stories told by their husbands, wives, children, parents, grandchildren and friends. People are alive today because of the sacrifice of someone on 9/11 or because of the sacrifice of a serviceman on the battlefield. Many have decided to serve because their loved one served. Many are striving to live a life that would make their loved one proud of them.  Hatred did not have the last word. Love did.

Evil caused 9/11.  Evil caused the death of Jesus Christ, who sacrificed Himself for all mankind.  His trial, torture and crucifixion did not take Him by surprise.  It was His plan all along to declare His love through His sacrifice.  In the strongest sense of the word, the cross was His declaration of "I love you" to the world. All those who trust in Jesus are alive spiritually forever because of His sacrifice on the cross.  Hatred does not have the last word.  Love does.

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers . . . will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord (Romans 8:35, 38-39).

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Some of The Richest People I Know Don't Have Any Money


Since I have the privilege of teaching Bible internationally, my friendship circles are as big as the globe. I have been incredibly enriched by getting to know so many people from a variety of different backgrounds and cultures.  I have been exposed to them in their churches and their homes and have been the recipient of their amazing hospitality.

Some of the richest people I know don’t have any money. “Poor me” is not in their vocabulary. In spite of extremely limited material resources, they do not feel deprived. They share what they have - many times giving the best of what they have to their guests. 

Their joy does not come in the possession of things, but in the contentment of a life that is counting for something far greater than anything material. They love God. They love life. They love people.

Like Jesus, who had nowhere to lay his head, they understand all the resources of heaven are at their disposal. Their measurements of riches, however, are not monetary. 

They are rich in:
  • loyalty, love and laughter
  • honor, hope and humility
  • generosity, grace and genuineness
  • patience, peace and purity
  • justice and joy
  • faith
Some of the richest people I know don't have any money. They have Jesus.

Paul: A Man Rich in Faith


My friends remind of the apostle Paul who discovered that the richness of faith outweighed the riches of the world. He was a man with many advantages in his life.  For a long time, he persecuted followers of Christ because he did not understand who Jesus was.  When he finally met Jesus and accepted His offer of salvation, he made an about face and never looked back.

Paul gave up the advantages of status and worldly riches when he became a disciple of Christ. What he gained was greater than what he lost.

But what things were gain to me, these I have counted loss for Christ. Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ (Philippians 3:7-8). 

Paul’s heart and his mind, given to God, enabled him to be content no matter what his circumstances.

I know how to be abased, and I know how to abound. Everywhere and in all things I have learned both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Philippians 4:12-13).