Utter Foolishness

“They must be really good people—to be able to offer forgiveness like that.”

Usually poised and articulate, the news commentator was flustered and stumbled over his words. “I don’t know what to say…it just doesn’t make sense.”

The world is confused.

They just witnessed family and friends of those slain in Charleston stand and offer forgiveness to their loved one’s killer.

These broken people are supposed to be screaming for revenge. We expect them to cry out demanding blood. They are in anguish—surely they are not capable of rational thought.

Where is the rioting? The finger-pointing?

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Date Night

3078659661_1930e9fe87For the last couple of weekends I’ve enjoyed spending time with my grandsons (that would be Jack and Benjamin 🙂 ) so that their parents could enjoy a little “couple time.”

I am a big believer in the importance of Date Night—especially when your children are little. Something about getting away for even a couple of hours gives a parent fresh perspective and renewed strength to keep going.

Watching my daughters and sons-in-law brought back a lot of memories. I loved how each couple left amid a dozen instructions and a flurry of call-if-you-need-us reminders before racing to their cars. Then—and I knew it would be this way—they were just as eager to return home, scooping up their tiny rascals and planting multiple kisses on sweet faces.

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What is that Smell?

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Have you ever had to investigate a suspicious household smell? Maybe someone forgets to take out the trash or a little food gets trapped in the kitchen sink. Or maybe a child’s laundry doesn’t quite make it into the hamper and ends up under a bed or thrown into a corner of the closet.

One thing about this kind of odor—it can’t be ignored. Or covered.

Now, you may think you know where I’m going with this. “She’s going to relate this to sin. Stuff about odor always comes back to sin.”

Nope. Not this time (although there is an excellent life-lesson there…).

Let’s take a different path.

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Do You Have the Wiggles?

I sthYYVEC7VKee it most Sundays during worship and it makes me smile—parents giving their little ones the look

Be still. Pay attention, or else. 

How I remember the days of three squirming, wiggling little girls! Lord, if they would just be still and quiet…

I’ll never forget a Sunday evening when one daughter did get still and quiet—and nodded off, hitting her head on the back of the pew loud enough to make me emit a little squeal. Answered prayer? Hmm….

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Come to the Mountain

The mountain-top experience…

For a few moments or days you’re transported above the everyday-ness of life to a place of worship, praise, and new perspective. Communion with God is over-the-top real and vibrant. You want to linger over His Word as His gentle whisper reaches to the corners of your heart. The weight of burdens and responsibilities ever-so-briefly fall away, giving freedom to lift tired hands in expressions of thanksgiving and praise. You have the longing to stay in these moments just a little bit longer…IMG_2759

This past week at the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writer’s Conference was a glorious blur of like-hearted creative souls coming together to grow, learn, and share—with the ultimate purpose of fine-tuning our skills to glorify God through the written word. Friendships were formed and strengthened. Encouragement rained down from faculty, staff, and other attendees. To put it simply—it was fun.

Then came the time to say goodbye, with myriad promises to keep in touch and to hold each other accountable in the days ahead. We walked away from the mountain with fresh resolve—and perhaps, a bit of trepidation: Uh, Lord, I’m not sure about this…I felt so strong this week, but now I will be alone…

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A Prayer for a New Week

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I want to walk with You.
Not just on Sundays,
Or special occasions,
Or when the sun is shining…
But every day, in every way.
And Father, I want to be real.
Not caught up in tradition
Or habit
Or appearances.
I want Your ways,
Your eyes,
Your heart.
And in those moments
When I have the privilege
Of touching another’s life,
My deepest desire
Is to leave behind
The fragrance of You.

The One who calls you is faithful and He will do it. (1 Thess. 5:24 NIV)

Take Up the Fight

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Last week, in the violence that was Baltimore, a feisty, single mother-of-six caught the attention of the nation.  Ignoring the risks of being out among the chaos, she recognized her only son involved in the rioting, and proceeded to chase him down and drag him home. It wasn’t neat, and it wasn’t pretty, but her actions grabbed at the heart of every mother watching it play out on television.

Why? Because in spite of the danger, in spite of what others would think, in spite of knowing her son wouldn’t like itthis mother fought for her child.

In an interview, she said, “Is he a perfect boy? No, he’s not, but he’s mine.”

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A Brand New Thing

I have a confession to make.

Sometimes I feel, well…old. Tired. Done.

It usually happens when I catch my reflection somewhere and think, Who in the world is that?  Or maybe I glance at my hands on the car’s steering wheel and get confused.  Surely the rest of me doesn’t look that old!

Rather strange, this aging thing.  I mean, really.  What’s with the spots on my arms and the droopy eyelid thingy? And let’s not even talk about the weird aches and pains…

Regrettably, sometimes the whole visual thing seeps into my mind and heart and I’m tempted to just quit. What’s the point of learning, growing, striving? Maybe it’s time to put my feet up and let the world rush on by—just flip on the TV and put my brain on autopilot.

I have another confession to make.

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The Best Gift EVER

It had to be a humiliating experience.

Caught in the act of adultery. Grabbed by angry, self-righteous hands and cast into the midst of a shocked and angry crowd. Thrown before a little-known prophet. Bared body, soul and spirit, and certain of only one thing: imminent punishment.

 Never mind that someone else is just as guilty, for she has not acted alone. The man has slipped away quietly, but she is here, in the dusty street, at the mercy of her accusers.

On the surface it seems to be a hopeless situation for there is nowhere to hide, no possible escape. But then the unforeseen happens. This man, this prophet looks deep into her eyes, into the long forgotten recesses of her heart and offers a gift.

The gift of a second chance.                     SALVEZZA-LIBERTà-YAHOSHEA-OSHEA-OSEA-SHUA-USHUA-YAH-SIGNIFICATO-NOME-MESSIA-MASHIA-MASHIYAH-GESù-JESUS-SIGNIFICA-SALVEZZA

There is no condemnation but there is accountability, and a choice.  The simple but powerful words, “go and sin no more…” offer this broken woman a glorious hope. Scripture doesn’t tell us, but we wonder. What does she choose? Does she return to a world of darkness and shame or does she take that first trembling step of faith toward the light of Christ?

At the feet of Jesus we, like the adulteress, have a decision to make. We can continue in sin, succumbing to its decay and destruction.

Or we can reach for dusty sandals and nail-scarred hands.

Only by realizing there is no hope without Him can we confidently choose the life He offers. Saying “yes” to Jesus is a rebirth, and the beginning of a journey to inner beauty and holiness.

Oh Father,  thank you for the gifts of grace and forgiveness.  Help me to turn from the world and its ways and to reach for You. Let me shout with joy, I choose Jesus!

…and Jesus said unto her, neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.      John 8:11 KJV