Showing posts with label Gratitude. Show all posts
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Thursday, November 23, 2023

Thanks - Living

Thanksgiving Day 

Thursday, November 23, 2023

“For this is how God loved the world: He gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.  John 3:16

At one time the English poet Rudyard Kipling's writings were so in demand that he was paid 10 shillings (about $1) per word for his efforts.  A group of students thought that was outrageous, and sent him a letter with 10 shillings enclosed.  They asked him (since his words were so expensive) to send them his best word.  He replied, of course, "Thanks!"  

In all of life and human existence our best word is "grace."  Today as we once again celebrate Thanksgiving, we could talk about the many ways God’s loving grace provides for our needs:

·       of food and a roof over our heads 

·       healing and miracles

·       family and friends

·       freedom

But the best word is still grace, and no scripture says it better than John 3:16:

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life." 

I'm thankful for grace.

His grace is enough!

His grace is enough to forgive my sin, and make me clean.  That means I will not perish because I'm forgiven. 

A man was considering the purchase of a Rolls Royce.  He asked the dealer some questions about the luxury car, and all were answered, until the man asked how much horsepower the engine had.  The dealer didn't know, and since there was no manual for this hand-crafted vehicle, he sent a telegram to England for the answer, "How much horsepower does a Rolls have?"  Shortly a return message came; there was only one word:  "Enough!"  As much, and as bad as my sins are, Jesus' grace is enough to wash me white as snow.  

His grace is eternal. 

Eternal life is as much quality as quantity.  None of us would care to live forever if it meant the current human condition.  As a child it seemed that I would just go on forever.  I know better now.

·       Bodies wear out, and relationships falter. 

·       There is much suffering and pain in the human family. 

Anything that will last forever has to be the best.  I'm grateful that I will live forever and "for better!"  I have the greatest gift for which to be thankful.  

HOW SHALL I RESPOND?

We are taught from a very young age that, when someone gives you something, you say Thank You.  And, as we also find out, words can be cheapened if we do not back them up with actions that match those words.  To say “thank you” for all God has done is best said by living it out.  So I'm going to live thankfully!  For me, today and every day is "Thanks-living” Day!

For You Today 

I have no great homework assignment to lay on your shoulder today…only a prayer for your day, and your life, that you may find joy, peace, and eternal rest as you live thankfully in our Lord’s presence.

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!

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Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Returning the Blessing

Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Meanwhile, Jesus was in Bethany at the home of Simon, a man who had previously had leprosy.  While he was eating, a woman came in with a beautiful alabaster jar of expensive perfume and poured it over his head.  The disciples were indignant when they saw this.  “What a waste!” they said.  “It could have been sold for a high price and the money given to the poor.”  But Jesus, aware of this, replied, “Why criticize this woman for doing such a good thing to me?  You will always have the poor among you, but you will not always have me.  She has poured this perfume on me to prepare my body for burial.  I tell you the truth, wherever the Good News is preached throughout the world, this woman’s deed will be remembered and discussed.”  

Matthew 26:6-13

The setting of this event is near the end of Jesus' life and ministry.  The religious and political forces have joined hands to seek his death.  Even within Jesus' own organization, Judas joins the evil plot.  Barely a week before the crucifixion, Mary throws all caution to the wind and bestows a "king's ransom" type of gift on the Lord.  This act of worship causes his followers consternation over Mary's extravagance; it causes curiosity among the onlookers; and it causes Jesus' heart to overflow with gladness.

Which Mary of the New Testament’s several is the one who pours-out this blessing on Jesus is somewhat in question.  The accounts differ in the gospels (perhaps due to separate incidents).  But the question as to which Mary (the prostitute, Magdaline, or the sister of Lazarus)...whichever, we are presented with a beautiful answer as to how our love and worship of the Lord should take form.  Every Mary in Jesus’ life and ministry received life from the Lord.  Magdaline received the gift of forgiveness that changed her whole outlook. 

Jesus treated her (perhaps a common prostitute), with respect, and her life became worthwhile.  Mary, sister of Lazarus received her brother back from the dead.  Either Mary would've given all they possessed to a Jesus like that!  What I love about this account is that Mary is obscured, and Jesus is lifted-up!  That is the true essence of worship – I bow lower, Jesus is lifted higher!  

Fritz wasn't that way.  Fritz was Mrs. Grace's six-toed, twenty-five-pound alley cat.  

Mrs. Grace was an elderly, homebound lady in a church I served years ago.  When you came into the house, Fritz took pains to make sure you knew just who was in charge.  He would demand attention – you can do that when you're the big cat in the house.  He would demand to be scratched behind the ears.  If he didn't get it all to his satisfaction, he'd look you in the eye and dig his extra toenails into your forearm.  When he was done with you, he'd walk over to Grace's chair and sit down in a self-satisfied huff.  Fritz owned the place.  He liked Miss Grace because she fussed over him and fed him…often.  But Fritz worshipped himself!

Mrs. Grace, on the other hand, worshiped God.  She was a prayer warrior, continually lifting all the members of our church before the throne.  When I visited her every few weeks, she was eager to hear "how our church was doing". That took the focus off her, placing it fully on the family of God, and the God of her family.  When she died, it was revealed how extravagant the gift was that was poured out, leaving most of her estate to fund ministries.  She could've afforded a chauffeur and a better home, but she put the resources God had entrusted to her into the work of God.  Truly, this extravagant love was poured out.

For You Today 

You hear often in worship testimony times how God has poured-down magnificent blessings.  Question:  Do we miss times to return the blessing?

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!

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Thursday, November 24, 2022

Thankful!

Thanksgiving Day, Thursday, November 24, 2022

Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.  1 Thessalonians 5:18

Seven years ago on a rainy August morning, I awoke to find that our little dog Wellie’s hind legs had become paralyzed.  A few hours later I got the call from my brother Thom that our Dad had graduated to the Church Triumphant. 

When big things happen in your life, especially on the same day, you remember that day clearly, and with an intensity of emotion.  I don’t know how more oddly-connected two events could be – the death of my father joined in my memory to a dog’s health issue.  But there are some similarities.

There is pain

While our vet assured us our little fur-beast feels no pain, the look of bewilderment on his little face that morning, and the growing sense of loss was unmistakable.  Perhaps the harsh reality of seeing a little animal suffer helped prepare my heart for what was to come just moments later, when I would hear the words that Dad had passed.

There is also patience

My father was not a patient man.  He could get excited about the prospect of getting something accomplished in an intense way that was so focused, all else had to be put on-hold.  You could see it in his eyes, and it always meant you could get on board or you could stay behind! 

Sometimes it took great patience just to be around my Dad; navigating his energetic ways caused patience to develop in those who knew him well. 

Our little Wellie’s paralyzed legs have forced him to slow down.  I had to re-learn patience as I help him up and down stairs, and do the mundane tasks that were taken for granted before.

There is perseverance

Wellie is not a little dog to be denied!  When it is supper time he lets you know with that stare and incessant barking, right in your face!  He maintains his space, and will not be pushed aside.  

He still plays, loves and licks you on the ear lobe when you pick him up.  He knows the family routines and is always willing to lead the pack when it’s time to go, dragging his little back legs behind.  These are important issues to a dog.

My Dad also paid attention to the important things.  He loved my Mother and his sons fiercely and faithfully.  He loved and served God with whatever lot God placed in his hands.  Even in his nineties Dad could be seen in the halls of the local nursing homes limping along with his cane, visiting (as he called them), the old people, bringing the joke-of-the-day and a smile to each room.

My father was a man of perseverance, overcoming his depression-shortened education with a lifelong thirst for learning.  He would make the most of his annual vacation time by visiting historic sites in the United States. 

Perhaps what I will remember most is Dad’s integrity, a character strength which balanced-out his impatience and perseverance.  Somehow this ordinary man had an extraordinary impact on those with whom he shared this life. 

One story my Mother told me was how Dad worked his way up to be the foreman’s assistant at the aviation plant during World War II.  He supervised a dozen workers.  After the war the need for planes eased up, and with it came layoffs.  One day the boss came to him with the list of people Dad would have to give notice of termination.  One of those men had a large family, and had been a faithful employee for years.  My Father tried to reason with the boss that the man shouldn’t be on the list.  Another employee, a young girl had only recently been hired; it was only right that she be let go, because she was living with her parents, and the economic hardship would be less than someone with so many depending on his paycheck.  The boss refused; Mom said they later learned it was because the boss was pursuing her romantically.  When Dad found this out he refused to fire the man with the family.  The boss said:  you either put his name back on that list, or put your own on there in his place.  And that is exactly what he did!

At times I have been faced with ethical decisions, and it is my Dad’s integrity, placing faithful commitment to doing what’s right, above career, money or comfort, which helped build in me a moral compass based upon kingdom principles.  Whatever sense of character I possess, my Father was a Godly teacher who led me to the well. 

For You Today  

It’s been more than seven years, and the thankfulness for a man’s impact on a son is still growing.  Thanks,Dad!                                                                             

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!

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       A Gift in the Basket   and   The Passover Connection

This devotional memoir first appeared on Rocky Road Devotions entitled Thanks Dad! August 11, 2016 (updated this date)

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Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Bright Morning Star

 

Tuesday, April 6, 2021

“I, Jesus, have sent my angel to give you this message for the churches.  I am both the source of David and the heir to his throne.  I am the bright morning star.”  Revelation 22:16

Driving to the churches I serve takes close to a full hour.  After nearly 9 years I hardly think of how long it takes; in fact it is a wonderful opportunity to be quiet and see the rolling hills of the Piedmont Triad, to pray, and (try) to remember my sermon points.  That’s a normal Sunday.  Last Sunday was not your average, run-of-the-mill Sunday.  Last Sunday was Easter, Resurrection morning!

That Sunday always begins differently.  The first part is getting up an hour earlier.  It was still pitch-black when I left the house before 6am.  By the time I got to the new by-pass around Asheboro, driving East, the sky was showing faint signs of dawn approaching.  When I began that long stretch of straight, uphill road, only a few miles from my destination I was staring right at the most impressive dark sky, with only one bright, dramatic point of light – the beautiful morning star.

I’m not an astronomer, barely having escaped High School science with tailfeathers burning, so I wouldn’t know if it was Venus, or a supernova without an astronomical guide.  But, for me, it was the Morningstar, and I was reminded of the Revelation’s declaration.  The bright morning star, the prophet Daniel’s Ancient One[1] ruling from Heaven, is ancient enough to be King David’s ancestor (source), and also heir to David’s throne.  At once, and always, history, current events, and future; here is our eternal God.

It was unsettling, heartwarming, strange, and, in some ethereal sense, a thin place between heaven and Randolph County.  That different moment spoke to my heart a sense of serene peacefulness the soul craves…and which is largely unavailable in any other way than as a gift from Christ’s nail-pierced hands.

The rest of my Sunday was like many before, worship service at first church, mad-dash to get to worship service on-time at second church, drive back to first church to pick up the coat I’d forgotten on the first pew, picking up potatoes on the way home, quick change, 10 minute nap (OK just a long sigh with a nap-wannabe), and then gathering dishes of food, and heading-out for our Easter gathering at daughter, Jen’s house.  There were the usual phone calls from scattered family, too much food on the plates, hugs, laughter, remembering past gatherings, and hearing news of what the family’s been up to.  The drive home around 5:30 pm was the first leisurely thing of my day.  The thoughts on our short ride were of leftovers, cleaning up the pots later, and just how ridiculous that mailbox on Becks Church Road looked with a silly wooden flamingo draped over it.  These thoughts were largely just a vague background for the overwhelming sense of gratitude I felt for my life, and how God was so gracious to let me live it.

And, amid the random wildflowers of my thoughts, sprang-up a beautiful rose, the picture of the bright and morning star I’d seen around 6:30 that morning, the promise of God’s presence through every day, all day, without fail.  He was there, guiding our gathering, worshipping, and leaving to other gatherings.  He was present in the cooking, driving, potato-gathering, and every other little detail.  He was in the prayers before our meal, and even the laughter over that ludicrous flamingo mailbox.  And I’m certain he was there when I pulled up the covers for a much-needed night’s rest!

The bright morning and morning star shined on all of it, even when I momentarily just didn’t think about Him. 

For You Today

If it’s been a while since you examined some of the details of your busy days, or your lonely days, or your painful days, let the morning star’s presence shine a little light on it all; makes for a wonderful night’s sleep!

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title Image:  Pixabay.com      Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Christian Chippies

This letter is from Paul, chosen by the will of God to be an apostle of Christ Jesus, and from our brother Sosthenes.  I am writing to God’s church in Corinth, to you who have been called by God to be his own holy people.  He made you holy by means of Christ Jesus, just as he did for all people everywhere who call on the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, their Lord and ours.  May God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ give you grace and peace.  I always thank my God for you and for the gracious gifts he has given you, now that you belong to Christ Jesus.  Through him, God has enriched your church in every way—with all of your eloquent words and all of your knowledge.  This confirms that what I told you about Christ is true.  Now you have every spiritual gift you need as you eagerly wait for the return of our Lord Jesus Christ.  He will keep you strong to the end so that you will be free from all blame on the day when our Lord Jesus Christ returns.  God will do this, for he is faithful to do what he says, and he has invited you into partnership with his Son, Jesus Christ our Lord.  1 Corinthians 1:1-9(NLT)

Chippie the parakeet never saw it coming.  One second he was peacefully perched in his cage.  The next he was sucked in, washed up, and blown over. 
The problems began when Chippie’s owner decided to clean Chippie’s cage with a vacuum cleaner.  She removed the attachment from the end of the hose and stuck it in the cage.  The phone rang, and she turned to pick it up.  She’d barely said "hello" when ssssopp! Chippie got sucked in. 
The bird owner gasped, put down the phone, turned off the vacuum, and opened the bag. There was Chippie -- still alive, but stunned.  Since the bird was covered with dust and soot, she grabbed him and raced to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and held Chippie under the running water.  Then, realizing that Chippie was soaked and shivering, she did what any compassionate bird owner would do, she reached for the hair dryer and blasted the pet with hot air.  Poor Chippie never knew what hit him.
A few days after the trauma, the reporter who’d initially written about the event contacted Chippie’s owner to see how the bird was recovering.  Well, she replied, Chippie doesn’t sing much anymore – he just sits and stares.  It’s hard not to see why.  Sucked in, washed up, and blown over . . . That’s enough to steal the song from the stoutest heart.[2]
In many ways the residents of Corinth 1950 years ago were as happy as the pre-vacuumed Chippie.  The culture was economically prosperous, well educated, and religious.  That parallels our society too. 
In fact the comparison is scary.  Our economy still surges past the rest of the world; our education is accelerating – we have more religiousness in America than ever before.  We are so much like first century Corinth – they had so many different religions, everybody could have had his own. 
One other identity twin – Corinth was as obsessed with sex as America.  They even combined sex with their religion.  The Aphrodite temple had 1,000 prostitutes.  It was part of their cult rituals to provide sexual encounters as part of worship. Sexual intimacy was understood to cultivate the divine. 
One historian noted that the prostitutes served their shifts at the temple, and then moonlighted in the marketplaces.  It’s not so far-fetched…our temples are attached to cable – operated with a remote control!

The Church in Corinth

On Paul’s second missionary journey (Acts 18) he wandered into Corinth – on purpose – and met Priscilla and Aquila.  With their help Paul set about winning folks to Jesus.  He spent longer there (18 months) than at any previous stop. 
He stayed because God was blessing. The Spirit gave many gifts and the church at Corinth was founded.  And when Paul left, this young group of converts was strong in their commitment to win that part of the world for Jesus.

What Happened?

Three years later, Paul wrote to his loved ones in Corinth.  They had started strong, but divisions within the church, and the influence of their culture had mixed-in with their Christianity – the result was not pretty.

They were polarized and paralyzed

Disagreements over which hero to follow, Paul, Apollos, Peter or Jesus had taken what was a loving bunch of new converts, and turned them into vipers, nipping at each other’s throats.  From a spiritual perspective, this crew was blessed. 
But far from progressing – growing in the faith, they were spiritual catatonics.   they had slipped back into the cradle roll.  In matters of Spiritual-growth and progress they were like Chippie – sitting and staring off into space.

So What Did Paul Do?   Spanked ‘em, right?

Well, let’s say Paul did bring their wayward and mis-directed activity out into the open.  But, spank?  No!  Threaten?  Definitely not!
Listen to the words:  Grace to you…and peace…I thank God for you…you are second to none in gifts…!  Those are not unkind words.  Paul was positively celebrating his connection with those folks.  They were Corinthian Chippies, and Paul’s attitude was one of patience. 
Is there a message in that for us?
Paul shares an important perspective here.  He “always thank[s] God”(1:4) for this divided, flawed church, for he knows that potential exists.  When we’re discouraged with others, let’s remember Paul’s example.  Let’s join him in thanking God for the potential that, in His time, God will help even the dullest Christian realize.[3]
As we come to the table this morning, let’s do so with the same attitude Paul had.  If we will do so, we will also accomplish what he told them later in the letter, to examine themselves – and then eat!  Two examples in the attitude:

#1.  Be Thankful for What is Done

Cicero, the great Roman orator and philosopher, said, A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue but the parent of all other virtues.  Perhaps that explains the large part gratitude plays in Paul's letters.[4]
Paul was thankful, not only for the friendship of the Corinthian church, but for their salvation (and his).  He was thankful for what had been done.  It’s a matter of attitude and outlook. 
On a news show nearly 20 years ago Diane Sawyer interviewed the sister-in-law of Osama bin Laden.  She had been estranged from bin Laden’s brother and was seeking a divorce.  For 27 years she put up with abuse; she wanted out! 
Diane Sawyer asked her, Do you hate Osama bin Laden?  Her response was a classic picture of the Christian response to anger, hatred, and the evil actions of terrorism.  She said, Hate him?  No I cannot hate Osama bin Laden.  He hates, and look at what he does.  I must not hate.
How about that?  If I was Osama’s brother I might be tempted to sit in a corner like Chippie the parakeet – stare off into space and have a pity party. 
But grace and peace gives you a different response – an outlook and attitude of thanksgiving, no matter the circumstances of life.  Paul was thankful for what Jesus did on the cross – dying for our salvation.  Are you thankful enough to God to come to this table willing to put your hatred of anyone in His hands?  Do that, and be thankful for what He has done.  And, a second example in Paul’s attitude…

#2.  Be Positive About What is Coming

How do you feel about the future?  Is it settled with you that God is going to take care of you?  I cannot recall the number of good people we’ve buried here, or that you’ve lost in the last few years.  But they now see clearly what we only see as possibility – or as Paul put it – through a glass, darkly.  Remembering this can make us search our own hearts – consider our own mortality. That is good! 
Do you have trouble being positive with what’s coming? Well, if you are up to speed with the first part – being thankful for what He has done in the past, allow me to remind you about the rule of lesser and greater when it comes to being positive about what’s coming tomorrow…
It works like this… the lesser is always contained in the greater.  That is like ping pong balls and bowling balls.  If I can lift a bowling ball, I can certainly life a ping pong ball.  The ping pong ball (lesser) is contained in the bowling ball (greater).  The fact is, when it’s my turn to die, I am the lesser, because God has already raised the greater – Jesus!  The future is secure.  I can be positive!
Paul looked down the road for the Corinthian chippies, and he saw the faithfulness of God – having provided a witness of Christ for them to be saved, and the willingness of God to keep them saved and spotless in Jesus’ righteousness.  He called us, and He’ll keep us.
That’s what this table is about.  We celebrate Calvary’s shed blood – thankful for what He did.
And we look for our coming King.  We look forward, positive our hope is well-founded, positive the homesickness we feel for a country we’ve never seen before, is the longing to be with our king….and our loved ones. 
We look forward, positive that in just a few days, a few more labor-filled days, we take our heavenly flight…Beulah land, home eternal, sweet Beulah land.
In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit; Let the church say “Amen”!




[1] Title Image:  Pixabay.com
[2] Max Lucado, In the Eye of the Storm, Word Publishing, 1991, p. 11.
[3] Richards, Lawrence O., The Victor Bible Background Commentary, NT
[4]Robert C. Shannon, 1000 Windows, (Cinn, Ohio: Standard Publishing Co. 1997).

Friday, January 12, 2018

Forgetting to Remember - Part 2

Friday, January 12, 2018
Then the Lord raised up judges to rescue the Israelites from their attackers.  Yet Israel did not listen to the judges but prostituted themselves by worshiping other gods.  How quickly they turned away from the path of their ancestors, who had walked in obedience to the Lord’s commands.  Whenever the Lord raised up a judge over Israel, he was with that judge and rescued the people from their enemies throughout the judge’s lifetime.  For the Lord took pity on his people, who were burdened by oppression and suffering.  But when the judge died, the people returned to their corrupt ways, behaving worse than those who had lived before them.  They went after other gods, serving and worshiping them.  And they refused to give up their evil practices and stubborn ways.  So the Lord burned with anger against Israel.  He said, “Because these people have violated my covenant, which I made with their ancestors, and have ignored my commands, I will no longer drive out the nations that Joshua left unconquered when he died.  I did this to test Israel—to see whether or not they would follow the ways of the Lord as their ancestors did.”  That is why the Lord left those nations in place.  He did not quickly drive them out or allow Joshua to conquer them all.  
Judges 2:16-23(NLT)
A ten year old boy checked out the Baptist churches and was really impressed when he saw, for the first time, a baptism by immersion.  He was greatly interested in it, and the next morning proceeded to baptize the family’s three cats in the bathtub.   The kitten bore it very well, and so did the young cat, but the old family cat was a rebel; it struggled with the boy, clawed and scratched at him, and finally got away.  With considerable effort he caught it again and proceeded with the ceremony. 
But she acted worse than ever, tore at him, spit, and scratched his hands and face.  This was not going as well as the worship service down at the Baptist Church.  Finally, after barely getting her fur splattered with water, the budding evangelist let go of the ornery old cat.  As she ran away he hollered in disgust:  "Fine…BE a Methodist." 
Every time I read God’s account of the human family (us) in Scripture (and it is US even though we try to distance ourselves and say it was THEM)…I have that baptizing a cat image…stubborn, stubborn, and stubborn! 
But the verse that really grabs me in this particular passage is:
But when the judge died, the people returned to their corrupt ways, behaving worse than those who had lived before them.  They went after other gods, serving and worshiping them.  And they refused to give up their evil practices and stubborn ways.  Judges 2:19(NLT)
Every time God put a leader in front of the people, a leader that had the sense to point God’s people to the one true God, they followed.  But when that leader passed off the scene they went back to being stubborn and evil. 
The writer of Proverbs had a commentary on this kind of behavior:
As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his foolishness.  Proverbs 26:11(NLT)
It’s hard to miss the message in this; when we refuse to let go of our stubborn ways, we refuse to actually BE God’s children, no matter how much we may SAY we belong to Him.

For You Today

It would be a good practice to look back regularly…like every day…over all the ways God has rescued and blessed you.  And then go live like a blessed child of God.
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road…have a blessed day!

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