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The Cookies That Can Be Sin

Like so many women, I love chocolate. I love it so much that when my son recently played in a baseball double header, I bought a giant chocolate, chocolate-chip cookie along with a bottle of water between games. It was a hot day so the cool water was refreshing and the ooey-gooey cookie was delicious.

As I ate the chocolate dream riddled with melted chips, I was careful to wipe my lips and the corners of my mouth. I am notorious for getting chocolate residue all over the outside portal leading to my stomach. I was proud of myself for remembering that small, hygienic detail that cracks my husband up on the occasions I forget. After my meticulous, cat-like grooming session, I turned to talk to another parent who, upon gazing on my post-cookie face, told me I had chocolate all over my nose! After wiping the offending substance from my nose, I noticed chocolate on my forearm. Upon addressing that mess, I saw a patch on my other arm and then on my leg! Chocolate was everywhere despite my efforts to stay clean. Then, I noticed it on my white tee-shirt. That was it, I just had to laugh at the persistent chips that had melted onto my every appendage.

Although I thoroughly enjoyed my cookie that hot day in the bleachers, I was a total mess. Much like my tasty tidbit, no matter how hard we try to keep our spiritual lives spotless, Christians often encounter ooey-gooey "sin" cookies that get all over no matter how hard we try to stay clean. And sometimes our problem cookie doesn't start out as a bad thing, but we end up dirty anyway.

For example, I discovered the joy of Bible study when my boys were preschoolers and I was in the Word almost twenty-four hours a day. I don't think any Christian would say that Bible study is a bad thing, but it became a messy cookie in my life when I started snapping at my children when they disturbed MY study time. It consumed a large portion of my day that should have been devoted to my role as a wife and mother. Although God loves it when we seek kingdom knowledge, I don't think He appreciated the way I was pursuing it. I was not presenting my boys with a proper reflection of God; what child is going to be drawn to anything that turns their mom a raving lunatic because of a simple interruption. I was cheating my boys and God.

I was also cheating myself. When I studied the Bible and let my other responsibilities slide, I became the author my own stress; my house was a mess, the kids were demanding the attention I neglected to give them, and my mind was stretched in so many different directions that there was no way I could effectively soak in the wonderful lessons from the Bible. I allowed my pursuit of God to become a bad cookie that left a mess all over my life even though I was trying my best to stay clean.

Growing Up Christian

Have you ever held a newborn baby? When I held my first son, I remember feeling overwhelmed by the thought of my power and the extreme state of his helplessness. The revelation of being Brian's protector stung as it penetrated my heart, mind, and soul. Not only that, but it dawned on me that I was also his nurturer, counselor, teacher, and his mommy. The long-past revelation still moves me when I travel back through the years to those thoughts forever burned into my soul.

Did you know that God feels the same way for each newborn Christian? He probably isn't overwhelmed, but can you imagine the Creator of the Universe feeling that way about you and me? Well, He does. He is every newborn believer's protector, nurturer, counselor, teacher, and Daddy. The only tricky part is that He is our Heavenly Father and resides in heaven. But the great thing about God is that He has many God-inspired helpers here on earth. One of His greatest spiritual helpers was the Apostle Paul.

Paul wrote much of the New Testament (in the form of letters to those he lead) because he truly loved the first century believers. He saw them much as newborn babes and he took his responsibility seriously. Paul protected them, nurtured them, taught them, and became their spiritual "daddy" in godly matters. His role as a spiritual father is evident in Hebrews 5:12-14:

". . .though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God's word all over again. You need milk, not solid food! Anyone who lives on milk, being still an infant, is not acquainted with the teaching of righteousness. But solid food is for the more mature, who by constant use have distinguished good from evil" (NIV).

Like most parents, Paul realized that babies need milk for a time before they are ready for solid food. It is the same with new Christians; they need spiritual milk for nourishment before they are able to sit down and digest a spiritual meal of meat and potatoes. However, the Hebrews that Paul is addressing in the above passage should have already graduated to "table food"; they were not growing properly and were spiritually stunted. They still needed "spiritual milk". Enough time had passed that they should have been ready to help nourish other newborn Christians coming along behind them, but they were not ready. So, the question presents itself: What are our responsibilities as growing Christians in the context of Hebrews 5:11-14?

Beauty In Humility

There is beauty in humility. Someone displaying humility is a breath of fresh air compared to a person suffering from arrogance.

I once used the television show, The Bachelor, to illustrate honesty and now, once again, it provides another example for "Practical Christianity" . . . humility. This time, however, it is a single young lady attempting to find her soul mate and the show, aptly named The Bachelorette, introduced us to thirty young men vying for Jillian's attention.

Episode by episode, the arrogance of one of the male contestants slowly crept out. David appeared to be plagued with an overabundance of testosterone and a lack of humility. In one show he wanted to beat up a rival and then he gloated to Jillian that he was used to being "top dog". In another episode he was flabbergasted when Jillian refused to give him a little kiss.

I realize much of what takes place on most reality shows ends up on the cutting room floor so sometimes things are not always as they seem. However, after the kiss-refusing scene, I was flabbergasted when David thought Jillian was really "digging" him and playing hard to get. He must have missed the "get me outta here" look on Jillian's face when he went in for a smooch. A more humble man probably would have been more of a gentleman and probably would have not have put his date in that position or made such arrogant remarks. Needless to say, that was his last episode . . .Jillian sent him packing.

My intention is not to spend a lot of time on arrogance, but a good, "bad" example is a powerful learning tool. Now that we've seen an illustration of an arrogant attitude, let's look at a great example of humility, Jesus. If we pick up any of the Gospels, we are flooded with pictures of Jesus' humility. He associates with and cares for everyone no matter their social or economic status, their age or livelihood, nationality, or gender. He never usurps God's authority, and He dies for our sins even though He is the King of kings! Jesus displays humility and, even though He is who He is, He never forces Himself on anyone despite the fact He loves us dearly.

How Is Your Bible IQ? Part 2

Last week I shared way to improve your Bible IQ and why it is important. This week we continue with more of my favorite Bible study resources. Let's begin with two commentators that I didn't get to list last week.

Matthew Henry. Here's an oldie, but goodie! Several years ago I won his Commentary in One Volume in a Christian book store grand opening giveaway. I had never heard of him, but quickly fell in love with his amazing late 1600 and early 1700 writings. His teaching is not only solid, but his insights have stood the test of time.

For those who want to explore prophecy I think John F. Walvoord's books on Daniel and Revelation are noteworthy. One word of caution if prophecy interests you: do not get so entrenched in this subject that you forget the here and now. Many reputable scholars have different points of view when it comes to prophecy. Although prophecy has its place in any Christian's education, I've seen people become so consumed it is unhealthy. They tend to study only prophecy and argued with other believers who do not agree with them. God is saddened when His children allow His Word to cause unnecessary divisions, but He smiles on any believer who seeks to understand any part of His Word.

Although the list of commentators I've shared in this series are some of my favorites, it is by no means comprehensive. However, if you are hungry for more knowledge of the Bible, I highly recommend any of the commentators I have mentioned.

How Is Your Bible IQ? Part 1

Whenever you have the opportunity to play Bible trivia, do you rub your hands together and salivate as you anticipate answering all the questions?. . .or do you quietly dismiss yourself because, deep down inside, you are afraid you might embarrass yourself with your lack of knowledge? I don't ask this question to solicit guilt from anyone, but rather because I was recently reminded how important it is for God's people to know His Word. I visited a church with a friend and was deeply disturbed by the pastor's message. The specific message is not the focus of today's post, but rather the importance of every Christian to know the Bible well enough to discern when a bunch of bunk is being spewed from the pulpit by those who are suppose to be leaders of the flock. Hence my question to you . . .How is your Bible IQ?

No Christian is going to agree with everything a pastor or Bible teacher says. We would be naive to believe every single thing a fallible person teaches us, but even though we may not understand everything the Bible says, that is our infallible source of information. Sincere students of the Bible can rely on the Holy Spirit to assist us on our journey to understanding be it by revelation, life experiences, or even inspiration from others. Another reason believers should not rely solely on the specific teachings of one person or group is that, as fallible humans, we will see minor points differently; that's why denominational differences exist. Certain parts of our Christian faith are undeniable truths no matter what church we belong to; Jesus' death and resurrection for our sins, the virgin birth, and Jesus' equality with God are examples of truths that are not open to discussion. Any teachings contrary to these truths should raise red flags or cause us to run the other direction.

My family once attended a church where one of the youth leaders did not believe in the virgin birth. Needless to say, I vowed never to let that individual teach my kids. I've also heard pastors say things such as, "There's no reason to study the Book of Revelation; God wins and and that's all you need to know," and "The book of Jonah is an extended parable." Statements such as those should cause us to take pause. They also present a great backdrop to ask this question: Do you know enough about the Real Thing so that you can recognize counterfeit teachings or cheap imitations? Again, I ask . . .How is your Bible IQ?

Fear Not

When I was little, the street sweeper terrified me. Back then I must have understood of the beast's purpose somewhat, because I called it the "Finders Keepers, Loser Sweeper." If I was in the front yard when the insidious piece of machinery decided to sweep our street, I hid behind a young tree immediately upon hearing its approaching roar. Honestly, for as little as I was, that poor little sapling did little to hide me no matter how tightly I closed my eyes and hugged it. Although it was a silly fear, to a little one who didn't know much about the world, it was very real.

Fear manifests itself in many ways. My irrational fear prevented me from enjoying peaceful playtime in my own front yard. Most people (and perhaps many children) probably knew that my giant monster had no intentions of jumping the curb to gobble me up, but I didn't understand that. My ignorance was a catalyst for my fear.

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, all who follow his precepts have good understanding. (Psalm 111:10 NIV)

Fear in the context of this Scripture is a reverent respect for God, unlike my scary perception of the street sweeper. We should not fear God in a scary, traumatic sense, but rather in a way that recognizes His power and authority. In a loose comparison, we should respect street sweepers (and other types of heavy equipment) enough to stay away from them when they are in use. If I had been older I could have met my fear head on and investigated that intimidating iron beast. I would have discovered the beast's true purpose was not to eat little girls. Imagine the peace I would have experienced. It's the same with God. When we fear Him it should cause us to want to learn more about Him. That's why Psalm 111:10 tells us that "the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom."

Maybe our fear of God does begin with a fear similar to mine, but it doesn't have to stay that way. As we investigate God, His love for us is unveiled. And, the more we learn about Him, the more we fall in love with Him. A reverent fear is appropriate with God, but an irrational fear is never appropriate. If you think about it, the principle we can draw from the Psalm is to use fear to our advantage; let's make an effort to understand all our fears. Who knows, we might find we have nothing to fear at all.

Life Is Where It's At, Part Three

Now that my college son is home for the summer, there is a whole new world of music shaking the walls in the Neff household. Thankfully, I can tolerate much of it. However, some of the "artistry" gives me a headache.

Recently Brian drove me to town and we enjoyed some sugary treats from the local drive-in. Since he was playing chauffeur I experienced a sound explosion of head banging tunes. Being a curious mother, I inquired as to the name of each group and what they were singing about. I was totally shocked on two separate occasions: 1) when one of the groups was called Five Finger Death Punch and 2) another group was Christian. Well, shut my mouth . . .death and Christianity in the same sound explosion. My big question: "How does one tell the difference?"

Despite the fact the purpose of this three-part series is life, the first two posts focused on death. We discussed the "dead body" of Romans 7:24 and then "dead" faith versus "active" faith. We looked at death in order to identify what hinders our spiritual walk. However, today I want to explore "life". And, as the illustration above shows the challenge of distinguishing Christian music from that of secular, sometimes it is hard to determine what separates life from death as we navigate this fallen world.

What exactly is life? Is it being the life of the party? Is it the quest for the meaning of life?. . .the game of life, the circle of life, or family life? Everyone defines life according to their own perceptions and life experiences, but Christians need to define life in the context of Jesus.

In order to determine which of my son's songs were performed by a Christian group, I could do some digging. I could investigate the lyrics to see what each group is singing about (I would have to use written lyrics because I can't understand what any of the groups are screaming about) and I could research each group. Likewise, Christians need to educate themselves in order to determine what "life" is in the Christian realm. The best place to start is in the Bible.

Christ died for our sins in accordance with the scriptures, and that he was buried and that he was raised on the third day in accordance with the scriptures. (1 Corinthians 15:3-4 NRSV)

Life Is Where It's At, Part Two

 

Last week we explored the dead bodies that love to hitch rides on our backs. These guests, although unwelcome, often receive engraved invitations into our lives when we engage in ungodly activities. These activities, which can include gossip, murder, and everything in between, allow the corruption of sin to hinder our faith.

This week we are going explore "dead" faith.

For just as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is also dead. (James 2:26 NRSV)

This verse describes doing goods works as a result of faith. If we have faith in Jesus but it does not spur us into action, it is a "dead" faith. However, if it compels us to do for others, it is an "active" faith. Just like that dead and rotting body in Romans 7:24 that we want to avoid, likewise we don't want to be associated with a dead faith.

A quick study of the word active yields phrases such as "active volcano" and "pursuing business with vigor". (Webster's Collegiate Dictionary, Fifth Edition, 1939 and American Dictionary of the English Language, 1829.) When looking up the word dead, definitions such as "lifeless" and "being without spirit" jumped off of the pages at me.

Christians need to strive for a faith that erupts with the power of a volcano! That is much more worthwhile than a lackluster "dead" faith. When we live an active faith we become movers and shakers in God's kingdom which also allows Him to bless us abundantly. In John 10:10 Jesus says, "The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly." We must never give that body of dead faith an engraved invitation to sit on our backs.

Life Is Where It's At, Part One

Practical Christianity is all about life. Generally the only thing about death that attracts people these days are funerals and they are meant to celebrate life. They also help people begin the grief process so they can continue to live despite the void created by the loss of a loved one.

Other than that, death should not be glorified or sought after (however, cases of great sacrifice or necessity are exceptions such as Jesus' death or fighting for loved ones . . .those instances are done to unselfishly preserve life.) It is no secret that death was state-of the-art amusement in ancient Rome. Many "games" in the coliseum perverted the culture by pitting gladiator against gladiator and Christians against lions. Unfortunately, the Roman Empire was not the only civilization that considered death a means of entertainment, torture, or punishment; evidence of death jumps from the pages of many history books.

Death as a "lifestyle" did not die with ancient history; it is alive an well today in the form of terminating pregnancies and legalized physician assisted suicide. In the world of Christianity, death is seen as God's business. But, life is also His business and God invites us to live to the fullest while here on earth.

If Practical Christianity is all about life, why are so many Christians spiritually dead? Why are we grouchy and not accomplishing things for God's kingdom? What prevents us from growing and maturing as believers? Why and what creates a dead spiritual life in so many of us?

The Dead Body of Romans 7:24

We know that the law is spiritual; but I am unspiritual, sold as a slave to sin. I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? (Romans 7:14-15, 24 NIV)

There you have it . . .we are slaves to sin (our flesh) even though we are saved by Jesus. That sin nature is a part of us as long as we are in these earthly shells. It is a "two-fer" deal: body of flesh and sin nature. I once heard a teaching on the "dead body" mentioned in verse 24. Evidently, in Paul's day people sometimes received punishment by having a dead body attached to their backs. As the corpse decayed, the decay spread to the flesh of the living person providing the piggy-back ride. Paul compared his own spiritual life to a corpse rotting on his back. That is a pretty disgusting illustration, but it gets to the heart of the matter.

Relationships Rock!

A couple of days ago I attended a memorial service that reminded me that relationship is what Christianity is all about. It also reaffirmed what I think many of us will not admit: we often let relationships slip through our fingers.

I have some awesome friends from my mother's generation with whom, I am ashamed to say, I have let our relationships slip through my fingers. One of these wonderful people is the wife of the dear man whose service I attended. I was embarrassed that I did not realize how serious his health concerns had become. Busyness had taken control of my life and my relationships.

Although the final good-byes are hard to say, they often become a catalyst that bring revelation; I was reminded how important people are and I wanted to take that first step toward restoration and renewal of some long neglected relationships. I started that day! Not only did I share a long overdue hug with my grieving friend, but all my other older buddies were there and I took full advantage of the opportunity to reconnect with every single one of them! It was truly a blessing nestled within a sad day of heartfelt good-byes.

Relationships are everywhere; even in places we never expect to find them. The internet has introduced to me many wonderful new friends. Even though most of us have never met in person, they are true friends. We LOL (laugh out loud) together, we share similar interests, and best of all, we all love God! They are a wonderful group of ladies and I feel blessed to consider them friends.

The True Treasure Hunt, Part Two

"...be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus; and what you have heard from me through many witnesses entrust to faithful people who will be able to teach others as well. Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved by him, a worker who has no need to be ashamed, rightly explaining the word of truth" (2 Timothy 1 and 15 NRSV).

Last week's "Practical Christianity" told about my sixteen-year old son's Easter egg hunt. The day that article posted I received a newsletter from a wonderful couple originally from Santa Fe, New Mexico. They, along with their three active young sons, are Campus Crusade missionaries at Cornell University in New York.

In their newsletter, they shared a story that is a perfect follow up to last week's post, ("The True Treasure Hunt"). With J.W. and Stephanie Betts' permission (and names changed), here is the wonderful story they shared with supporters based on J.W.'s Spring Break adventures in Panama City Beach, Florida:

Knock, Knock

"We got to share a condo with students and staff from University of Nebraska at Lincoln. It was fun for me (J.W.) to reconnect with some Cornhuskers! One of the NE students, a football player named Alex, had a great experience sharing his faith in Florida. He met some guys at the hotel hot tub one night and one guy, Steve, said he was interested in knowing more about Jesus but he was too [intoxicated] at the moment to talk about it. So, he asked Alex and his friends to come to his room in the morning so they could continue their conversation.

So the guys got up at 7am to go find their new friend. They went to his hotel room and knocked on the door. Of course, no one answered because they were all [sleeping] after a hard night of partying. While knocking persistently, the guys looked down and saw that someone had dropped a room key on the floor outside the door. Taking it as a gift from the Lord, they picked up the key, tried it in the door, and walked right into the condo! They woke everybody up until they found Steve and then they took him to breakfast to continue their conversation about Jesus.

The True Treasure Hunt

"But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you" (Matthew 6:33 NKJ).

Two days before Easter my sixteen-year old son begged to hunt eggs on Easter morning. He based his request on the fact that it had been several years since the egg hiding bunny had visited our house.

In honor of my son's request my husband, Warren, and I joined the last-minute fray in the picked-over holiday aisle at Target. We found a few goodies for Eric, but completed his Easter egg hunting ensemble with a stop at Walgreens. We were ready to play Easter Bunny and surprise our "young-at-heart" son with an egg hunt that he did not think was going to materialize.

Delight radiated from Eric's face on Easter morning when he discovered his bright orange bag containing a chocolate bunny and a package of Peeps. But, when we told him there were eggs to hunt, we were greeted with a priceless smile.

Warren, my mother, and I enjoyed watching Eric flit around the room tracking down the plastic, candy-filled eggs like a predator looking for its next meal.  Actually, it really was like the scenario of a hungry animal because I don't like to cook, and Eric would gladly eat candy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I let him.

Eric was hunting down eggs with cat-like precision until he got to the last egg. It was nestled in a candle holder mounted on the wall and he could not find it. Because I had hidden the eggs I was the only one privy to its location and, before I knew it, Warren and my mother had joined Eric on his quest to find the "hidden-in-plain-sight" egg.

From Crusty Pan to Shining Vessel

I recently rescued a kitchen pan from the top of our wood-burning stove. For years the poor, misplaced dish served as the humidity creating device that moistened the dry winter air in our den as the stove beneath it crackled and emitted heat.

Here in New Mexico, most households are plagued with hard water; caliche and hard-water stains build up on tile, faucets, dishes, and poor little pans that sit atop wood-burning stoves. The resulting residue is tough to remove, and throwing the affected item in the trash seems like the easiest way to address the problem. However, it isn't the most cost effective method so most people scrub away at the offending substance.

When I removed the pan from its perch in our den, it was so crusty that I contemplated tossing it in the trash, but I decided to attempt the seemingly impossible, and I started scrubbing. I also envisioned the residue laden pan as a nice addition to my kitchen if it was clean and used in the way it was originally intended.

The first step in the extreme cleaning was to boil vinegar water in the little pan; a smelly task. Then, it got a good scrubbing. If the pan had the ability to feel, it would have cringed at the stench and the painful attack on its surface. The crusty build up was so stubborn that my next step was to boil pickle water in the poor pan (not quite as smelly as vinegar) and follow it up with another round of scrubbing.

Practical Impracticalities

I once heard a pastor say that the Old Testament book of Jonah was an extended parable. Because I take the Bible literally, I was a bit taken aback by his words. Admittedly, I am not a Bible scholar, but if the story of Jonah is an extended parable (a simple story that has been stretched to illustrate a moral lesson), what other incredible stories from the Bible should we considered "stretched" and in what other areas should we limit God?

If we don't believe God did all the things recorded in the Bible, then how would we determine what He did and did not do? It would be like partaking of a Bible buffet. . .each person would fill their plate according to what they felt was fact or fiction. Chaos might be the end result because we would, more than likely, all see things differently. As Christians we may not always understand what God did or how He did it, but all we have to do is believe and have faith (not a blind faith because, in the life of every Christian, God proves that faith is real). Impracticalities are very practical in God's world.

I'd like to look at a few of my favorite "impracticalities" in the Bible.

The Parting of the Red Sea (Exodus 14)

The Red Sea separated so that Moses and the Israelites could escape the pharaoh and his hostile hoards who were in hot pursuit. I have heard people try to explain away the event by saying things such as the water was only an inch deep that time of year and other similar theories. The Bible says that the Egyptians drowned when they tried to follow the Israelites; how did they drown in one inch of water? I don't know, I wasn't there. But, I do know that God has the power to part a body of water. This story was incredible enough to be recorded in Hebrews 11, the famous chapter of faith.

Zits and Sin, They Are Both Ugly

I recently had a crisis on my face; a zit forest sprung up on the bridge of my nose next to my left eyebrow. Why is it that, as we get older, everything youthful (wrinkle-free skin, legs without cellulite, and body parts not affected by gravity) disappears, but we retain the ability to produce zits. Life can certainly be cruel!

 When my most recent zit forest burst forth I tried to make it better by "messing" with it, but only made matters worse. Instead of a few small sprouts, I ended up with an extremely irritated area that looked like one big zit. I was quite the vision. The only good thing about my "zit"uation was the fact I wear long bangs and my hope was that they would hide the creepy formation lurking around on my face. Although no one greeted me with screams of "eeeeewwww", one of my co-workers confirmed the noticeable nature of the zit formation. It figures this happened the week I had a message scheduled and a teeth cleaning with my dentist. I'm sure my "lovely" condition didn't go unnoticed by them. Sigh.

Despite my own attempts to fix my zits, they finally began the heal a few days later. The healing process took longer than usual, but thank goodness the human body will usually heal itself despite our lame attempts to offer our assistance.

Did you ever stop to think that zits and sin have a lot in common?

• Zits are ugly and sin is ugly.
• A zit is a blemish on our physical bodies, and sin is a blemish in our spiritual lives.
• We try to hide our zits with long bangs, make-up, and band aids, while we try to hide our sin with denial, blame, and lies.
• Zits can cause infection at the affected area; sin is an infection that affects our hearts, our minds, and our souls.
• The more we try to improperly fix our zits, the worse they get; the more we try to improperly fix our sin, the worse it gets.
• Zits need pimple cream, time, and sometimes a dermatologist to heal properly and sin needs the Living Water (Jesus), the Word (the Bible), time, and the Great Physician (God) for proper healing (or to be avoided altogether.)

Natural Man and the Supernatural Spirit

Imagine a world where natural man is guided by a supernatural spirit. This spirit would rest on every man, woman, and child. Wisdom and understanding would reign supreme instead of the chaos of irrationality and assumption. We would follow supernatural counsel instead of the mystical and nonsensical magic of some psychic crackpot on TV.

We don't have to imagine such a scenario. That Spirit is available in our personal lives, despite the fact that it is not accepted on a world-wide basis...yet. He is a reality in the life of individual Christians.

The spirit of the Lord shall rest on him,
the spirit of wisdom and understanding,
the spirit of counsel and might,
the spirit of knowledge and the fear of the Lord. (Isaiah 11:3 NRSV)

This passage describes the Holy Spirit who was sprinkled throughout the Old Testament, but whose presence floods the pages of the New Testament. Although the Spirit was present during the days of the judges, the kings, and the prophets He had a limited ministry.

When David was anointed king of Israel, "the spirit of the Lord came mightily upon David" (1 Samuel 16:13). And according to Judges 15:14-17, the Spirit of the Lord landed on Sampson causing the ropes binding him to melt off. Then Sampson went on and killed a thousand men with the jawbone of a donkey...the jawbone of a donkey! A few verses later an understandably drained Sampson gets a much needed drink of water compliments of God. Upon taking in the water he was truly revived because the Spirit once again returned to him.

Practical Prayer for the Praying Impaired

I have always admired prayer warriors. You know, those people who can pray for extended periods of time and who God wakes up in the middle of the night to pray for a specific need. God needs lots of hands in all areas here on earth to do His work, but I think that prayer warriors have a special red phone connection to heaven.

I have never been a prayer warrior and have always struggled with my prayer life. I tend to be more of a ponderer, but I know that God knows the unspoken desires and petitions of my heart. However, there is something special about actually sitting still and talking to God.

You may get a chuckle from what I am about to confess, but if you are prayer impaired like me, this could prove helpful. I use the acronym P-R-A-Y as a tool when I talk to God. The fact that I have a template does not make my prayer less genuine; it's just a practical way to help me in an area where I struggle. Praying may be a snap for many of you, but when one of my friends confessed she uses the P-R-A-Y method too, it was nice to know I was not alone. For those of you who are also members of Prayer Impaired International, here's how P-R-A-Y works:

P is for "Praise"

Praising God can be easy. Are you healthy? Do you have enough to eat? Are you blessed with a family and a job? Praise God for them all and more! There are millions of reasons to praise God. The last six chapters of the Book of Psalms are bursting with praise.

God, Is that You or am I Crazy?

Have you ever asked, "God, is that You or am I crazy?" I am sure we've all asked that question at some point, but the bigger question is: how do you react in the midst of that inquiry?

Deciding how to respond would be a whole lot easier if God spoke audibly or provided some sort of theophany, you know, a visible manifestation of Himself. Oh wait, He did! He appeared to Moses and the Irsraelites in the form of a pillar of cloud and a pillar of fire when He lead them out of Egypt in Exodus 13:17-22. They didn't have to ask God if they were crazy, He was right there. Plus they had seen their powerful God work a multitude of miracles in the forms of plagues that climaxed with the death of every Egyptian firstborn.

Moses and the Israelites did not have to ask if they were crazy, but...how did they react? At first they heartily praised their wonderful Lord but, their choruses of praise quickly turned to mighty murmuring. "What shall we drink," and "If only we had died by the hand of the Lord in Egypt." They were crazy! It had nothing to do with God, but rather, everything to do with their reaction. And they even had a physical manifestation of God leading them day and night.

Let's look at another crazy scenario. Gideon's story is told in Judges 6:11-8:35. Talk about a story with "crazy" written all over it. Time and space prevent me from going into specific details about the yellow streak that ran down Gideon's back, but the general consensus of Bible teachers is that he wasn't the bravest boy in the land. However, God chose Gideon to become a judge and ultimately defeat the Midianites in battle with a tiny army. In the beginning Gideon thought God was crazy, but there was no denying the Lord's call on his life.

The key thing that changed Gideon's was not the fact that he probably thought God's call was crazy, but the fact that he responded to God's call with obedience and faith. Again, space prevents me from telling this crazy story in detail, but during Gideon's time as leader of the Israelites, he probably thought many of the things God asked him to do were wacky! Although the Bible does not record Gideon questioning God with a bunch of "whys", they were probably flying around in his thoughts.

White Lines and God's Kingdom

Most of us have been driving for years. However, I never realized how many parallels there are between God's kingdom and the world of driving. I was recently enlightened to one specific similarity that involves the white lines that mark the outside edges of a roadway.

My family had decided to leave town for the weekend and one of my dearest friends lived in the city we were visiting. I made plans to spend time with her and, although I had been to her house before, my memory was fuzzy and the two interstates that separated Dot and me were unfamiliar. It did not help that I left for her house shortly after sunset.

As I drove in unfamiliar territory, under the emerging stars, I was thankful for the white lines that clearly marked the sides of the road. They helped guide me as the interstates curved and split numerous times due to exit ramps.

I probably could have made it to Dot's house by using only the highway signs and the available light from the streetlights and my own vehicle, but the white lines provided additional guidance which gave me more confidence as I drove. In general, the white lines add to the overall safety of all roadways used by hundreds of thousands of drivers every day.

God provides many "white lines" to help us navigate the variety of roadways we travel in our lives. Some are general while others are more specific, but all of them have been painted into the spiritual realm for our own good and safety. One thing I've observed about people, and occasionally noticed in myself, is that confidence seems to radiate from seasoned/serious Christians who faithfully try to follow God's guidelines (I say "try" because no one can follow God's guidelines perfectly no matter how hard they try). These are the people who step out in faith confident that God will be by their side. There is a boldness in these people despite the fact they may feel hesitant and even a little afraid of where God is leading, but they take bold steps anyway.

Through God's Eye's - Part Two

Last week I shared how one of my high-maintenance customers at the dry cleaner provided me a glimpse of compassion through God's eyes. This week I'm going to share different experience that gave me another glimpse of how God sees things. My dog Watson, who some of you may remember from an earlier post, is our star this week.

A couple of years ago my childhood family met for Christmas. We gathered at my mother's house. My sister and her husband, Don, drove in from Oklahoma and my brother Terry's family lived close by. My family arrived from Northern New Mexico and we all anticipated a wonderful holiday and mini-reunion.

The only tricky part was that my family had our three small terriers in tow and my sister's 85 pound Airedale, Margo, had accompanied her and Don from Oklahoma. Margo is a real sweetheart but she does not tolerate other dogs very well. During our visit we were careful to keep the dogs in separate rooms and on different rotations to the backyard. All went well, but, as will happen, we had a slip; Watson had not gotten completely out of a room before Margo was let in. Margo saw 15 pound Watson and hit him like a freight train.

It all happened so fast. Margo grabbed Watson by the neck and started tossing him around like a rag doll. Because of Don's quick reaction the attack was somewhat thwarted, but not until Watson had been slammed against the tile floor several times and his tooth knocked out. Once he was free, I scooped him up in my arms and ran with him to a back room where I cradled and comforted him.

Through God's Eyes - Part One

There are some great customers that come into the dry cleaner where I work. But, we also have some patrons that make us want to run the other direction when we see them headed our way. Of course, we must bravely stand our ground with a smile on our faces and, in doing so, we sometimes learn lessons from the most unlikely people.

That's what happened to me the day that Mr. Samuels (name has been changed) came in during one of my shifts. Mr. Samuels is an older man who apparently had a prestigious position with one of the largest employers in our town. It is hard to tell if he is eccentric or whether time has taken its toll on his mind, but he is not your average customer. His reputation for being high-maintenance and easily angered precedes him around our workplace. The day I helped him, I didn't realize he was "the man" who was the subject of so many horror stories. By the time it dawned on me that he was the dreaded Mr. Samuels, it was too late to casually pawn him off on anyone else; I was stuck!

To make matters worse, because I was the one helping him, I inherited a sticky situation involving his clothes. I took a deep breath, dove right in, and explained the situation to him.

Without going into detail I was stuck between a rock and a hard place...a really hard place. My employers had an extensive history dealing with Mr. Samuels and had made their final decision regarding the work that had been done on his clothes. Mr. Samuels, upon hearing the resolution, was not happy and I braced myself for the fireworks that characterized his visits to our establishment...but they never came.

Teach, Speech, and Reach

Neither of my teen-aged sons, Brian nor Eric, are Jesus Freaks...yet. If you are like me you often wonder if you are doing the right things to guide them into God's kingdom. All children are different and must take their own journey to God. But you never know for certain what method will lead them to Christ. I know people who grew up in the church and turned away completely when they left home and never returned. On the other hand, I know a pastor who came from a family of nonbelievers, started going to church when he left home, and ended up in seminary. You just never know.

When I contemplate how my children have been influenced by my Christian walk, three words come to mind: teach, speech, and reach. Even though my oldest is in college and I'm not quite finished raising my boys, I think that a teach, speech, and reach strategy has worked fairly well in our home.

Teach

Over the past ten years my family's church attendance has not been what it should mainly because, once we moved to northern New Mexico, it's been difficult to find a church that appeals to our entire family. Prior to moving we belonged to a wonderful church that we all embraced. Brian probably benefited the most because during that time he was in those important formative years. He also attended a private Christian school from kindergarten through second grade. The foundation he received at that early age still follows him today. But Eric, on the other hand, has missed out.

We've always lived a Christian life and example is very important, but Eric lacks the biblical foundation Brian received. But, no longer. Eric and I recently started Sunday homeschooling in the Old Testament book of Proverbs. Admittedly, Eric wasn't very excited, but as soon as we hit chapter one and I made it applicable to his teen reality and the world in general, he perked up! We had a blast as we discussed relevant issues side-by-side with God's wisdom.

Eric won't be leaving for college for another couple of years and I haven't given up finding a church home, but I've been reminded that we shouldn't rely solely on others to teach our children in spiritual matters. Being a teacher by nature, it is an easy role for me to step into and I should have done it sooner, but, practical Christianity teaches others (even when we are a little slow on the uptake.)

Adoration Manifestation

We all adore Jesus in our own way and God accepts all adoration lifted in His name. There are times I get a glimpse of how He must feel when I'm on the receiving end of adoration from my trio of terriers. I'm not claiming to be God, but in the lives of Cooper, Watson, and Newman, I receive a lot of attention. I am like a god to those four-legged critters. Much like God protects, teaches, guides, nourishes, and loves us...I do the same for my three furry children. In that context I'd like to use my dogs as a parallel of our own "adoration manifestation"  toward the one true God.

Cooper

Cooper (on the far right in photo) is our eight-year-old Welsh Terrier and, for a terrier, he has a very low-key approach to life. He is quite cool and confident on the outside and is not a fervent tag wagging pooch, but he is very faithful. When I leave the house he is usually the one who stands at the front door watching me drive away. When I return home (even if I've just been to the street checking the mailbox), Cooper is waiting for me. It does not matter whether I've been gone for one minute or one hour, Cooper is always ready to greet me with his quiet faithfulness.

However, on the occasions when Cooper's tail does go into high gear, it provides our entire family with immeasurable joy because we know that Cooper is experiencing an immeasurable joy in his doggy heart. It's hard not to watch someone's joy and not be affected...it is contagious!

God loves faithful adoration manifestation. He delights in His children who quietly yearn to bask in His presence, just like Cooper does with me.  And, if God laughs anything like us, I'm sure he gets a hearty and holy laugh of immeasurable joy when His quiet followers let loose!...just like Cooper.

"Love the Lord, all you his saints. The Lord preserves the faithful" (Psalm 31:23 NRSV).

Manicures and Musings

I had my first manicure the other day. I received a gift certificate from a friend who recently quit herfull-time job and started her own business. My appointment was back-to-back with another friend, Allison, who had also received a gift certificate. It was going to be a double appointment and a fun time of chatting between three friends.

The night before our appointments, Allison called and together we wondered what to expect. We were clueless since it was a first for both of us. I wonder...

...how people feel as they contemplate taking that first unknown step
toward Jesus; of accepting His gift certificate of salvation and forgiveness
of sin. It must be as much of a mystery for them to contemplate
the life of a believer as it was for Allison and me to contemplate our first
manicure.

The next day as I drove to my appointment, I was looking forward to spending time with my friends and getting my poor neglected nails professionally done. I had seen many beautiful manicures on different people; perfectly shaped nails, no visible hangnails, no rough edges that scratched others and snagged clothes, and beautiful colors. Not only were my hands riddled with rough edges and hangnails, but I had broken a nail on my index finger a few days earlier. It was ugly and dangerously close to the quick. I had high hopes that Eva could fix all my fingernail woes. I wonder...

...if people realize what high hopes they can have in Jesus? He can fix all our rough edges and our hangnail-type attributes that can "scratch" people unintentionally. Jesus can even fix our brokenness and make us a beautiful sight to behold.

Dig Deep

In September my youngest son, Eric, celebrated his sixteenth birthday; two days later he was in the intensive care unit at our hospital. On Sunday, the day before he was admitted, we had taken him to the emergency room with a severe infection in his jaw which had caused the left side of his face to blow up like a balloon.

Early Monday morning he had a severe reaction to the medication the ER doctor had prescribed and so I took him to his pediatrician's office. The doctor on duty at the satellite office of our group of pediatricians took one look at Eric, asked a few questions, and decided my poor puff-ball of a son needed to be hospitalized.

Eric was so sick that I left him in the examination room while I ran home to pick up a few things before we drove to the hospital ten miles away. When I got into the car I bowed my head and prayed for Eric's healing, but also that he would be able to endure the shots I knew would be waiting for him once he was admitted. Unfortunately, Eric had an extreme fear of shots that turned routine inoculations, dental work,and yearly blood work from simple procedures into major ordeals. This had been going on for years and, in the months prior to the infection, Eric had been going through shot desensitization with a counselor. Thus, my prayer was that Eric would finally face shots without any fear.

Well, we got to the hospital, he didn't want shots, and I intervened when I realized that Panic had, once again, scored a victory. Although the nursing staff had been forewarned of  Eric's fear, they had not realized how severe it was. Upon my request they called another doctor from our main pediatrician's office (which, thankfully, was located in the hospital) who was more familiar with Eric and had actually been part of the shot desensitization process with him. Eric, to this day, loves and trusts this doctor and eventually Dr. T was able to administer the necessary shots to my ailing son; an answer to my prayers.

Hippity Hoppin' Church Shoppin'

As 2009 kicks off I find myself church homeless. It's not the first time I find myself in this unfortunate position. However, I'm gaining quite a bit of experience in the game of Hippity Hoppin' Church Shoppin'. I'm sure I'm not the first Christian in this position, but as the New Year gets underway, finding a church home is one of my New Year's resolutions. My goal is to find a wonderful place to worship, learn, and be inspired.

Because of my various stints as a church homeless believer, I've learned that it can be a journey that rivals Odysseus' adventures in the Mediterranean. Even though I've never encounter a cyclops, Scylla or Charybdis, or any lotus eaters, I've sure been worn out searching for my spiritual treasure. I'd like to share some of my discoveries in case you are navigating your own waters of church seeking. Consider the following:

Is there a perfect church?

I hate to burst any bubbles, but no, the perfect church doesn't exist; that is until we are communing with Jesus in heaven. It's important to understand that any earthly church is an imperfect entity trying to imitate our perfect God. There will be imperfections. I finally realized that, until I start "The Church of Shona," I'm not going to agree 100 percent with any church. Although there are things in God's kingdom that we can agree to disagree on, there are some things that, no matter what church you attend, are not open to debate; the virgin birth and the forgiveness of sin because of Christ's life, crucifixion, and resurrection. Jesus' equality with God is another point not to be taken lightly. I'm sure there are more, but you get my drift. A religious community that chooses to ignore or twist around those types of doctrinal truths is a place to flee.

Prey to Idols

Several years ago I belonged to a Bunco group. For those readers who are unfamiliar with Bunco, it's a simple dice game that involves twelve players. I'm sure every group has its own variations, but our group met once a month and distributed prizes at the end of play based on individual scores. It was a fun game until I fell prey to idols.

My Bunco group was organized so that our evening began with refreshments and social time followed by a couple of hours of rolling dice. At the end of the evening, we tallied our scores and prizes were distributed. The prizes became my idol.

It got to the point that I not longer enjoyed socializing and instead, obsessed over my score card all evening. If I didn't win anything at the end of the evening I would drag myself home looking and feeling like a loser! It was pathetic.

Then one day I experienced a winning streak that lasted for five months! I was in Bunco heaven or, at least, I thought I was. Unfortunately, winning seemed to make the beast inside of me grow...the more I won, the bigger my obsession became.

The interesting thing is that in the months leading up to my winning streak, I had been feeling prompts to drop out of the group. I wondered if God was giving me those feelings, but I didn't give it much thought and when the winning streak hit, I wasn't about to quit! Why mess up a good thing? But, God had other plans.

'Tis the Season

"Tis the season...for what? For shopping and giving? For decorating and celebrating? What about running around like chickens with our heads cut off? I think 'tis the season for all of the above. We have a lot of  things to accomplish this time of year and tend to get awfully busy, but it's part of the season.

We use Christmastime to show our family and friends how much we adore them. We make time to get together and reconnect with others. There's nothing wrong with that...unless we forget to show Jesus how much we adore Him because we are too busy to connect with the King. In the midst of all the holiday hoopla, I liked to take some time to focus on Jesus.

"For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace."
(Isaiah 9:6, NKJV)

Thank you, Lord, for sending your Son!

Simeon and The Baby

Luke 2:21-35 tells the simple story of and elderly gentleman who beheld the Baby Jesus. The Holy Spirit told Simeon that he would not die until his eyes rested on the Messiah. No one knows how long Simeon waited for this once-in-a-lifetime blessing, but this righteous man's patience was rewarded when he encountered the one-month-old Jesus at the temple in Jerusalem.

In order to fulfill the law of the Lord, Joseph and Mary, Jesus' parents, presented their firstborn son in the temple. On that very same day the Holy Spirit guided Simeon's footsteps to the very same place where Simeon ultimately cradled the Messiah in his wizened arms. What a blessing!

As Simeon tenderly admired the beautiful baby he lifted praises to God:

"Master, now you are dismissing your servant in peace, according to your word;
for my eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared in the presence
of all peoples, a light for revelation to the Gentiles and for glory to your people

Israel" (Luke 2:29-32, NRSV).

This is such a wonderful story, but what can we learn about practical Christianity from Simeon in this often overlooked story?

Patience

We don't know exactly how long Simeon waited for the Holy Spirit's promise of seeing the Messiah to be realized. But, eventually the day came when the aging man actually held the Savior of the world in his arms. Can you imagine the incredible anticipation Simeon must have carried every day...much worse than a child waiting for presents on Christmas morning. Only Jesus was the gift of all gifts and Simeon's soul surely trembled with excitement at the prospect of beholding the Messiah.

Practical Christianity is patient and waits for God. It also follows the prompts of the Holy Spirit, just like Simeon did that day over 2000 years ago. Simeon would have missed the blessed event had he ignored the Spirit. Do you wait on God? Are you sensitive to the Spirit? Follow Simeon's example and you never know what blessings you will receive.

Ridiculous Faith

Is there such a thing as ridiculous faith? Many of us may see that phrase as a oxymoron because nothing about God is ridiculous. Some of us may not give that phrase a second thought. Whatever group you belong to, ridiculous faith deserves serious consideration.

One day I was pondering the word "ridiculous" and Faith kept elbowing his way into my thoughts. I wouldn't have ever thrown those two words together in the same breath, but Faith had other ideas. As a result, I explored "ridiculous faith" and would like to share my findings with you.

Because I love words, the first stop on my journey was my favorite dictionary: Webster's Collegiate Dictionary, Fifth Edition, 1939. Bear with me as we define a few words.

Ridiculous - unworthy of consideration.

Faith - trust in God.

Miracle - an event or effect in the physical world deviating from the known laws of nature, or transcending our knowledge of these laws.

It didn't take long to conclude that there was a connection between these words that seemed so opposite. Ridiculous Faith leads to Miracles. Does that make sense? The following scenarios may help make this concept a bit more tangible.

Come to Me

I've always loved animals. One of my favorite volunteer jobs was working in an animal shelter in the Dallas area. I was so devoted to the homeless animals that I rescued a dog the day before I gave birth to my first son. Despite my husband's anger upon me accepting such a mission in my condition, he accompanied me and helped save the dog and the day.

Before moving to my current location, an area with few stray animals, people who knew me best were never surprised to hear of my animal escapades. Many friends and family adopted the animals I rescued. However, one October day in 1994, I encountered a stray dog that captured my heart.

At the time we lived in a subdivision outside the southern New Mexico city of Alamogordo. I was headed into town to run errands with my two preschool-aged boys in tow when I saw a little black dog cross in front of the gate that stood between our neighborhood and the highway. Despite my self-imposed rule not to rescue animals when my kids were in the car, I couldn't leave the scrawny dog so close to the road. I quickly devised a plan: the dog was small enough that I could hold him in my lap and drive back to my house. If he became dangerous, I would toss him out the window and keep my boys safe. Not the greatest plan, but it was a plan.

With my hastily devised strategy I pulled over, told the boys to stay put, and hopped out of the suburban. I quickly got the little stray's attention and started the typical, "Here, baby," accompanied with an outstretched hand as I crouched in the dirt. The dog was definitely shy and ran away when I invaded his space. At one point, I was able to touch his nose until his fear caused him to, once again, bounce out of reach.

Thankful Anticipation

Growing up in southeastern New Mexico my family didn't live very close to any relatives. I remember multiple visits to my grandparent's house for Christmas, but recall only a handful of times when relatives ever came to our desert home to visit...holidays or not.

The exception was my mother's first cousin who lived about two hours away. He was a bachelor who loved to hunt birds. Uncle Don, as we called him, was a school teacher so Thanksgiving vacation provided a nice chunk of time for him to spend in hunting bliss. His itinerary usually brought him in close proximity to our house so he usually popped in on Thanksgiving Day.

I liked my uncle, but I loved his hunting dogs. He usually arrived with a pair of Britney Spaniels and, if we were lucky, a puppy or two! The dogs always caused a stir with my siblings and me, especially when there were puppies to play with.

The tricky thing about my uncle's visits were that we never knew exactly when he'd arrive. We always expected him, but never knew just when he'd show up. We also knew he'd be accompanied by dogs, but the more pressing question was, would he have puppies? Every Thanksgiving morning I awoke with a sense of anticipation. The thought of company was exciting, but the prospect of puppies was intoxicating. When Uncle Don finally pulled up in front of our house in his beat up, 1960's VW bug, the house became a flurry of activity as my family welcomed our guest and I watched to see what type of furry animals would bound from the tiny vehicle.

Boots and Blessings

When I was a baby my parents didn't realize there was something wrong with my feet until I started trying to walk. Instead of moving forward when my legs went into high gear, each of my feet charged off in different directions causing me to land on my diaper clad bottom. It seems that instead of pointing forward like feet are suppose to, my tootsies turned outward in opposite directions; hence my many crash landings.

Sometime after my first birthday I was fitted with special shoes that sat on opposite ends of a hinged bar. It was quite the fashion statement. At various intervals of time, the orthopedic doctor adjusted the bar until my feet were ultimately pointing forward. The entire process took about six months and my mother celebrated my emancipation from the "fashionable footwear"; gone were the tears of her frustrated toddler and visits to the trash can to rescue the "enemy" shoes I was constantly trying to eradicate from my life.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of my treatment. For many years afterward I had to wear corrective shoes with supportive sides and soles. They were fairly expensive and hideously ugly! And, to make matters worse, they came in limited colors...brown, brown, and brown. It was this little girl's nightmare because I grew up in the era of go-go boots and Nancy Sinatra belting out her hit song "These Boots Were Made for Walking." I dreamed of having her bouncy blond locks and awesome boots but, alas, I was stuck with my short, home-styled "do" and brown corrective clunkers.

Adding insult to injury, my older and more fashionable sister (who had normal feet) had two pairs of go-go boots. One pair was bright red and the other was black and white patent leather. I was so desperate for my defective feet to be cradled inside a pair of sumptuous boots that I would steal Gail's and clandestinely prance around in the closet.

God and Politics?

 

There is no room for earthly politics in God's world, but I believe it's appropriate and necessary to insert God into our political reality. Why? Because, as much as many of us hate it, politics affects the daily lives of the very people it governs and that includes God's children.

I know on this first Friday after the election the results are starting to sink in. Some of us are jumping for joy, while others of us are sitting in stunned silence contmeplating the future under our new leader. Ironically, whether you supported McCain or Obama, emotions ran so high, that for many voters, the "other" guy was the devil. There was a lot riding on this election and the more informed you were, the greater your understanding of what's at stake for our country over the next four years.

I purposely wrote this week's column before knowing the results of Tuesday's contest; I didn't want my own biases to taint my words. But, more importantly, I wanted God's words to be glorified. Who else but God could offer comfort to all people of a nation so politically divided. No matter what side of the aisle we find ourselves politically, we serve a mighty God who is big enough to embrace us all.

The Old Testament book of Habakkuk is full of practical Christianity for an emotionally charged election season. Just the mere fact that Habukkuk means "to embrace" should draw us all in. I would encourage every single one you to read this short book of the Bible in it's entirety in conjunction with this post. I know you will be blessed.

Leader of the Band

It all started when my roommate and I saw a flier advertising for flag girls to join our college marching band. The vision of adventure plus a $200 scholarship was irresistible, so with no experience whatsoever, Karla and I became the the newest members of the Greyhound Sound Marching Band.

Looking back, they must have been desperate, otherwise why would've they embraced us; we were like Lucy and Ethel navigating through our latest adventure and flipping flags wasn't as easy as it looked. Fortunately, there was another freshman on the squad who had twirled flags throughout high school; she saw how hopeless we were and helped us learn the moves.

Much to the dismay of our mentor, the "Lucy and Ethel" tendencies that characterized Karla's and my friendship would often creep out. We were constantly distracted by cute musicians, talking too much, and giggling when we would make mistakes. Our poor mentor spent much of her time reigning us in.

Then there were the uniforms. Remember the flamboyant fashions that dominated the '80's? Well, picture this: an entire squad of flag twirling co-eds in white blouses and long, flowing black skirts enhanced with six-inch green satin sashes and go-go boots, topped off with black cowboy hats (turned up on one side) trying to contain big, 80's hair. Are you with me? Karla and I could barely twirl flags and march, much less do it in those outrageous outfits! Needless to say, the new "Lucy and Ethel" flag girls challenged everyone.

Somehow, though, we pulled it all together for the halftime performances during football season. As long as Karla and I tucked Lucy and Ethel away, focused on the leader, and tried our best despite our uniforms and lack of skills, we were effective members of the band. We only twirled flags for one year, but I've never forgotten our adventures and the lessons we learned.

Treadmill Training

I'm not sure if it was vanity or the cute little beach wrap I received as a gift that made me determined to lose the flab that had quietly taken up residence around my waist. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but it was probably the "vanity" thing coupled with my opinion that beach wraps are much cuter with two-piece swimming suits. Besides, we were headed to Hawaii in a few months. Thus, my goal was set and I focused my attention on our treadmill with determined disdain.

So, with grit teeth and visions of Hawaii dancing in my daydreams, I discovered I was pathetically out of shape. Twenty minutes on the rumbling beast and I was not only physically spent, but was also bored to tears. I was in desperate need of inspiration (and a new cardio-vascular system) when I remember a CD my husband had made me of my favorite songs. That alleviated the boredom, but only time and discipline would help in the endurance and waistline departments.

Practical Christianity needs time and discipline to be truly effective. No one becomes "Super Christian" on their first day of salvation. In fact, I don't believe anyone reaches the ranks of Super Christian in this life. It just doesn't happen. We won't reach our full potential until we are face-to-face with Jesus in heaven; then it won't be about who we are, but rather basking in the presence of who He is! But, in the meantime we have things to accomplish in this world. Time and discipline will help us reach those goals.

My training paid off because I lost three inches off my waist in three months. Plus, my pathetic twenty minutes of treadmill time grew to forty minutes, half of which had become a slow jog. I was amazed at my accomplishments and realized that the same principles I'd employed for my physical well being would work in my spiritual life. I'd like to share my discoveries with you.

Things Are Not Always As They Seem

As my husband, son, and I pulled into the driveway we noticed a gift bag hanging on our front door. Eric, piqued with curiosity, jumped from the car to retrieve the mysterious package.

Upon entering the house we gathered around the rather feminine bag adorned with flowers and a miniature paper dress. It was fairly obvious that the treasure nestled in the bed of pink and white tissue paper was meant for me. However, still bathed in excitement, Eric reached into the bag and pulled out a pink ceramic elephant with purple toenails. Being a teenaged boy aflutter with testosterone, he quickly lost interest and left the goofy gift in my charge.

I dived into the bag looking for a clue as to who had provided my newest knickknack and I found the following note:

Shona,

The donkey will be residing at my house this year. Miss Elephant needs a place to live. I know you'll take her in.

Allison

Upon calling my thoughtful friend I discovered that she had originally obtained the molded piece of pink clay several years ago from an aunt's estate. A relative insisted that she take the funny little beast home. Allison had never developed a deep affection for "Little Miss" and thought I might enjoy her. The fact that Allison and I enjoy a friendly political rivalry every four years made the election year timing of the gift irresistible.

Check Your Labels

Labels...our world is bombarded with labels. Labels shape our attitudes and drive our actions. Whether it's what we buy at the grocery store or how we treat people, labels are a powerful influence in our lives.

We consider a person wearing a cross necklace a Christian until they do something ungracious, then we label them a hypocrite. Our kindly neighbor with a well-manicured yard is Mr. Rogers until he displays the "wrong" political sign in his yard; he then becomes the fiendish Mr. Hyde and is dubbed the neighborhood wacko! What about women who wear designer clothes? We may label an apparent "fashionista" a rich girl, spoiled, socialite, or snob before discovering she frequents thrift stores. Yes, we can make a label out of almost anything.

Many years ago the location of my house provided me an interesting label. One of my elementary school friends wanted to invite me to her birthday party but, according to her mother, I was "from the wrong side of the tracks." I was the only one in our four-girl group that didn't live in the country club section of town. I guess the label stuck because once we left elementary school, I was never accepted by them again.

It's obvious that Jesus didn't label people. His life may have been easier if He had, but look who He chose to associate  with...a bug-eating man from the wilderness, smelly fishermen, dishonest tax collectors, a Pharisee named Nicodemus, and a rich man from Arimathea. Jesus looked into the hearts of people who could've easily been labeled wilderness weirdo, working-class low life, politician, holy-roller, and arrogant snob. But Jesus loved them despite who they were and, first and foremost, they were sinners. I guess "sinner" could be consider a label, but for Jesus it was (and still is) a label of love; it's a label that fits everyone. It's a label you and I wear.

Haggai, Part 6

God Chose You - Haggai 2:20-23

The Times

Haggai delivered a message earlier in the day, but God isn't finished. On the same day a second message is spoken directly to  Zerubbabel, the governor of Judah.

The first message proclaimed prosperity to the obedient people. The next is more sobering as it tells the governor of  tumultuous times to come. However, the message also offers encouragement as God says, "I will take you," in the midst of the turmoil.

Current Application

It seems that something alarming is always looming on the horizon for those of us here on earth...high energy costs, terrorism, scary economic times, bird flu, global warming, and vaccine shortages. You name it and it has probably tried to scare us at some point during the last ten years. But fear isn't of the Lord. Although it's prudent to prepare as best we can, it's more important to remember that God chose us...even before the foundation of the world (Ephesians 1:4).

Scary times are always knocking on some door within the pages of the Bible, but God is always telling His children to be brave and courageous. Why? Because He's with them. Why is He with them? Because He chose them. It's the same with us today; we face scary times and God is with us because He chose us.

Back to the Bible - Haggai, Part 5

Tentative Steps Are Faithful Steps - Haggai 2:10-19

The Times

God's people are finally working the temple but, more importantly, they are actively obeying God. That obedience is  not only laying a physical foundation, but it is also building a spiritual one on which their faith will blossom and blessings will abound.

During this community revival a third message from God pours from Haggai's mouth. The prophet passes on two points to ponder. Loosely paraphrased Haggai asks the priests that if unclean food touches "holy" food, does the unclean food become holy? They answer, "No." Then Haggai poses the question of an unclean person touching the holy food. Will the holy food become unclean? They answer, "Yes."

The purpose of these questions was to illuminate the fact that holiness doesn't rub off on others.

Current Application

It's never our place to judge others, but there is much to learn by pondering some of the obvious and confusing actions of others. For example, do you know anyone who runs to church every Sunday but, you'd never know they were a Christian from the way they act the other six days of the week? It might make us wonder if holiness can rub off on them or, conversely, if they are spreading uncleanliness around the church. Is that harsh? Perhaps. Can we learn something from it? Definitely. We may not see the entire picture surrounding the lives of those people, but it's plausible we can learn from their actions or, possibly, their lack of action.

The Jews in Haggai's day didn't start out looking very much like people of God. They were disobedient and barely existing. Thankfully they eventually turned to God. No telling what would have happened had they decided to continue going through the motions of living and failed to actively follow God. That's how it is with many "Sunday Only" Christians. They go through the motions of following Jesus. In some cases something snaps and, hallelujah, they get it! But all too often, they just go through the same motions year after year and never experience the joy of Lord. Maybe they think that they will soak up the spiritual necessities from merely sitting in the pews when, in actuality, it's putting into action what we learn in the pews that moves us forward in God's kingdom. Stepping out in faith is where it's at!

Back to the Bible - Haggai, Part 4

We Are in This Together - Haggai 2:1-9

The Times

The people are are finally working on God's temple. They responded obediently after Haggai's message; they are full of the spirit and are enthusiastic. The right priorities have been established. The Jewish remnant is no longer resisting God and will move beyond merely existing to lives full of blessings. Over the next four years they will exhibit the persistence required to complete the the temple.

In the midst of this glorious revival Haggai brings another message from God. Unlike the first word which was announced directly to the leaders and filtered down to the people, Haggai proclaims this one to the citizens along with the two authority figures. "Take courage all you people of the land...for I am with you" (Haggai 2:4, NRSV).

Current Application

In today's society, not everyone seeks or relies on God. And, some get downright vehement when denying Jesus or the Holy Spirit. Even though Christians, above all else, should easily see our need for God the Father, Jesus the Son and His saving grace, and the Holy Spirit's power, we don't always rely on it. Just as people need leaders and leaders require people...we all need the Trinity. Practical Christianity means we are in this together. God makes this principle abundantly clear through Haggai as words of courage flow from the prophet's lips.

Can you imagine how bountiful an existence our countries would live if Christian leaders and Christian citizens joined together with God? In today's times we need courage and God has promised He'd be with us just like He has been for His people throughout the ages.

Back to the Bible - Haggai, Part 3

RESIST, EXIST, or PERSIST - Haggai 1:7-15

The Times

Haggai has addressed the Jewish leaders and inhabitants of Jerusalem. He pointed out their disobedience by shining the spotlight on their failure to prioritize God's call to rebuild the temple.

Through the prophet Haggai, God forces the people to take a long hard look at their meager existence...sowing much, but harvesting little.

Current Application

As the book of Haggai progresses we see the principles of resist and exist unfold before our eyes. The Jewish remnant resisted building God's temple and opted, instead, to concentrate their efforts on building their personal dwellings. The result of their misguided actions led to an existence that the Lord did not bless. Although the Bible specifically records the deficiencies in their physical existence, it probably isn't too much of a stretch to assume they were suffering spiritually as well.

Today's Christians are not immune to deficit living. Very few, if any, people live a charmed existence: one where every day is full of sunshine and there are no trials or tribulations. This is true of Christians and non-Christians alike. There are believers who live a scant lifestyle but are spiritually alive because of their relationship with God. They are filled like no others. On the other hand, there are Christians who have all their physical needs met, but are perennially thirsting for more.

The Jews resisted rebuilding God's temple and as a result they found themselves barely existing no matter how  much they sowed. Many of us are in that same position. What a sad state of affairs and no one is grieved more than God.

But the good news...Haggai's message was taken to heart and the spirit stirred in the leaders and the people. They began work on the temple. It would take four years to complete the massive project, but they would persist and find success!

Back to the Bible - Haggai, Part 2

PRIORITIES -  Haggai 1:1-6

The Times

The Jewish remnant that returned from Babylon to rebuild the temple and reestablish life in Jerusalem, wasn't accomplishing God's main objective. The temple still sat in ruins. They had lost their enthusiasm and as a result had established other priorities.

God's people turned their energies toward building their own homes, meeting their own needs, and reestablishing their new lives. God's work had been put on the back burner and the stove was off!

Current Application

As Christians we carry a responsibility that nonbelievers never will: we are living examples of the One True God. In Haggai 1:1, Haggai, on behalf of the Lord, addresses Zerubbabel (the governor of Judah) and Joshua (the high priest). Haggai shines a spiritual spotlight on the complacent attitude that had usurped the Jews original enthusiasm and effectively turned their focus away from God. Haggai also points out that the meager existence they were living was a direct result of their disobedience.

Even though many of us are not "official" community leaders, practical Christianity means we are leaders in our communities. The big question is: Are we effective Christian leaders? Or do we look like everyone else? Whether your realm of influence consists of your home, your church, your child's school, volunteer opportunities, or walking the sidewalks with your dogs, you are a kingdom leader. My family speaks volumes for God's kingdom every time we pick up after our dogs when we are out on walks. Believe me, there are plenty of dog owners who don't and it affects everyone who comes along after them. Our priority as Christians should be to present an effective kingdom witness in everything we do...no matter how big or small.

Keeping God as our priority is not a call for the faint of heart. In order to keep enthusiasm abounding in our lives, we must establish priorities or we risk traveling down the same road as the complacent remnant who failed to complete God's temple.

Back to the Bible - Haggai

Every once in a while, as part of Practical Christianity, we will go "Back to the Bible." It's only natural since the Bible is where we learn how to be Christians, or better yet, to be more Christ like. Although studying Jesus and the way He lived is one of the best ways to learn, the Old Testament is full of principles that fit nicely into our search to be more effective Christians.

I hope you will enjoy this six-week journey through Haggai. After that, we will return to the usual format until the Spirit, again, moves this column "Back to the Bible."

ENTHUSIASM - Introduction to Haggai

The Times

In 537 BC, the people of Israel had been living in exile for close to seventy years. In that same year, many of them answered God's call to return to Jerusalem, rebuild the temple, and reestablish life in their homeland. By the time Haggai entered the picture in 520 BC, the returnee's construction resolve had waned and the temple sat unfinished fifteen years after their arrival.

The Atmosphere

The returning Jews had lost their enthusiasm to rebuild God's temple. When they originally prepared to leave Babylon en route to Jerusalem, each heart was aglow with a consuming fire as they answered God's call. Ezra 1:5 captures the electric atmosphere:

"The heads of the families of Judah and Benjamin, and the priests and the Levites--everyone whose spirit God had stirred--got ready to go up and rebuild the house of the Lord in Jerusalem." (NRSV)

But somewhere along the way their fire fizzled. Enter Haggai. Enter ENTHUSIASM.

Current Application

As summer winds down, change is in the air. A new season approaches as the summer sun slowly yields to fall. Children are back in school and many of us are setting sail toward different endeavors, be they life changes or just getting back into our autumn routines. Most of us have some type of harvest on our mind.

The prospect of change breeds new life into many of our spirits, while others of us feel shackled by monotony. No worries, the Bible records the completion of the temple in 516 BC despite the prevailing procrastination and apathetic attitude of God's people. Somewhere along the way the spirit of enthusiasm, once again, enveloped their hearts. In Haggai we, too, will discover some of the principles of enthusiasm that will fan our own flames of excitement in order to build, or rebuild, the temples in our own lives.

The Bachelor and Practical Chrisitanity?

I debated for a long time whether to post an article based on the reality television show The Bachelor. I didn't want to risk my credibility with you, the readers, or take any legitimacy away from "Take Root and Write." Many Christians consider The Bachelor bad programming and a lot of people in general think it's cheesy. Both groups have a point, but I'll admit I'm hooked. However, after pondering the show's usefulness in this column, I decided to take a chance. I hope you will not think less of me, but rather see the bigger picture that proves we can find lessons in practical Christianity everywhere...even in a secular TV show.

For those not familiar with the show, it follows a bachelor who is ready to get married through the process of  dating twenty five single women. All the ladies are vying for his attention and the chance to get engaged. In season 11, the bachelor, Brad Womack, seemed like a nice guy and I was hoping he'd find his soul mate during the course of the show.

On the season finale it was down to the last two girls and we all held our breath as we waited to see which young lady had captured Brad's heart. Jenni, a vivacious girl from Kansas, was the first to face Brad during the nail-biting episode. Unfortunately, even though Brad had developed feelings for her, she was devastated when he didn't pick her.

That left DeAnna, the southern girl. Since she was the last one standing, the audience knew she was his choice so the only question was: would he propose? Or would he feel more comfortable dating when the cameras stopped rolling? The fans were stunned when Brad didn't pick her either!

Flying the Friendly Skies

My family and I recently returned from a fun-filled vacation in Hawaii. Memories of our adventure started accumulating in our mental photo albums during the flights to our island destination.

The first leg of our trip was uneventful, but as we flew the friendly skies between Phoenix and Hawaii the virtual snapshots began to develop when my husband found himself seated next to an active young boy and his grandmother.

Warren is good with young children but is more comfortable with older kids. Our two teenaged sons and I were sitting across the aisle from Warren and were quite entertained watching the interactions between our Dad and his new friend. At one point Warren was holding a Batman action figure, but we really got tickled when we saw the man of our house playing a mechanical fishing game with the youngster. The boy was obviously delighted to have a new playmate.

On several occasions during the six-hour flight, the boy's grandmother acknowledged Warren's good attitude and patience despite the less-than-relaxing circumstances created by the kindergartner. Not only was the child playful, but he thrived on frequent trips to the potty which meant both boy and grandmother crawled over Warren many times. My dear husband truly captured the spirit of flying the friendly skies.

Unfortunately, the same spirit was absent from the travelers sitting in front of me. A young couple occupied the two seats closest to the window. They must have been completely in love because they had eyes only for one another, except when the flight attendants passed by offering refreshments. The amorous travelers constantly whispered sweet nothings to each other and when it came time to catch a few winks, they propped their pillows together and napped cheek-to-cheek.

Take My Hand

It had been four years since I'd spoken with Amy and I wasn't sure if she would remember me. I was currently volunteering at a senior celebration for the graduates who had gleefully received their diplomas earlier in the day. Amy had come to my station to get her ticket punched for the festivities and I asked her if she knew who I was.

Her eyes squinted with concentration as the wheels in her head slowly started turning. It wasn't long before those wheels of remembrance carried her back in time to the white beaches of Playa del Carmen and her face lit with recognition, "We played in the ocean together in Mexico!" As I proceeded to punch her ticket we chatted about her future plans and then she disappeared into the sea of recent graduates.

I was glad she recognized me, but I was surprised that she recalled me as more than an adult chaperone and actually mentioned a moment we had shared together. Although it was one of my favorite memories from our trip, I assumed it was an insignificant incident in her teen world.

Now it was time for me to stroll down memory land and I was back on a beautiful beach soaking up the Mexican sun.

That particular day our traveling band of Spanish students and chaperones had a free afternoon and decided to spend it relaxing on the beach. The kids were happily building sand castles, playing in the surf, and lazing around in small groups. Everyone except Amy. Amy and her friend, who had embarked on the Yucatan adventure together, had been fighting. Amy's buddy had been absorbed into another group of girls, but Amy was left on her own.

Amy must have been feeling the pangs of solitude because she sought out the company of us three middle-aged chaperons as we sat in the surf rubbing fine sand all over our arms and legs attempting to create our own Mexican spa encounter. As we chatted and enjoyed Amy's company, we discovered that she was afraid to go into the water. Well, you can't visit the beach, any beach, and not play in the surf! I jumped up and told Amy we were heading to the waves.

Neitherworld

After my oldest son turned eighteen I occasionally had to remind him he lived in Neitherworld. Brian, a high school   senior, was flapping around like a baby bird ready to strike out on his own. He constantly tested his wings of independence and was desperate to stretch them beyond their readiness...beyond Neitherworld; the no man's land inhabited by young people who are neither adults nor children. In Neitherworld, their lives are a confusing combination of both worlds where parents are usually still the bosses.

Brian seemed to forget his citizenship in Neitherworld when it came to chores versus privileges. On one occasion Brian's failure to clean his room, an activity required by minors in our home, prevented him from obtaining gas money, an adult priviledge we provide our boys when their rooms are clean. When Brian realized he was going to have to pay fifty dollars for a tank of gas, you'd have thought I had a tiger by the tail.

Brimming with classic teen reasoning, Brian told me that if he was adult enough to buy his own gas, he was old enough to take a road trip to visit his cousin in Lubbock, Texas. My mommy reasoning promptly retorted that if he was, indeed, old enough to set his own travel itinerary, he was adult enough to pay for his room and board, buy "his" truck from his father and me, and pay for his own insurance. It didn't take long for my precious fledging to reclaim his citizenship in Neitherworld.

Private Dancer

My eighteen-year old son recently busted my dancing a jig in the kitchen. With a raised eyebrow and a suppressed grin on his lips he asked, "What are you doing?" I was so busted that confession was my only recourse.

"I'm dancing a jig. I always dance jigs around the house when I think no one is watching." My secret was out. It's amazing what little quirks reveal themselves in the solitude of our own company. Some us sing or dance...or both! And for those of us over forty, what about posing or flexing in the mirror while assessing our sagging bodies. I'll bet there's even a few of us who eat chocolate from secret stashes when no one is looking. Shhh, your secret is safe with me.

Believe it or not, in regards to practical Christianity there are some things that should be done quietly and away from watchful eyes. The Gospel of Matthew gives us a glimpse of a few activities that should be enjoyed outside the glare of a spotlight.

Youth Baseball, Ugh!

Maybe I'm being cynical, but over the years I've developed a dislike for many aspects of youth baseball. Maybe you can relate. I've logged a lot of hours in the bleachers cheering on my two sons while witnessing too many life lessons at the expense of the fun "America's pastime" is suppose to elicit.

Don't get me wrong, sports can provide a wonderful venue to learn life lessons. But, when those lessons consistently revolve around unfair methods, teamwork deteriorating into harassment, and hard work being usurped by "political" connections, it's easy to let the roots of bitterness reach deep into one's heart.

But the spirit of bitterness doesn't have a place in practical Christianity. It is a weed that produces the malicious blossoms of wrath, anger, clamor, and slander. But God, the Master Gardener, provides an effective kingdom spray that prevents this wicked weed from blooming in our hearts. This miracle cure is free of charge and available in any Bible.

"Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice" (Ephesians 4:31 NASB).

Have you ever nurtured the dark weed of bitterness? I have. In the past I've been guilty of watering it, protecting it  from frost, and giving it a plant light on cloudy days! But when I saw the ugly blossoms it produced, the weeding process began.

The painful treatment started when I yanked the bitter roots from my heart and head. I discovered that my crummy attitude caused me to judge the motives of coaches, umpires, cocky players, and obnoxious sounding fans in the bleachers. First, I had to realize I couldn't control anyone but myself. I had to let go of the resentments I had been fostering. Not only that, but I had to admit I wasn't privy to the motives driving the decisions and actions of those around me. I needed to learn that God is in complete control and knows exactly what is going on. Sports (and life in general) is His business, not mine, and He will deal with others appropriately.

(Note: sometimes God will lead us to intervene on behalf of our children, but grace, calmness, and practical Christianity should always accompany our actions.)