Whose Fool Are You?

“Do not deceive yourselves.  If any one of you thinks he is wise by the standards of this age, he should become a ‘fool’ so that he may become wise.  For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in God’s sight” (1 Corinthians 3:18-19).

The world seems to be a bit frustrated nowadays, if you ask me.  Everywhere I look, I see many people and groups having hissy-fits over many already settled issues with God.  Like it or not, God established this world by His wisdom, and He has the right to tell all of us, His creation, how things should work.  The more sophisticated we think we become in this new millennium, the more it seems we move backward.  Sometimes, I think we are actually becoming more archaic in our collective mindset.  Moving back to the days we thought belonged only to the Neanderthal Man and Woman.  How foolish!

But no, some would argue, we have science and technology.  We have been to the moon for crying-out-loud.  We can communicate in mere seconds with anyone anywhere in the world through our satellites.  We have invented ways to prolong life, even create new life in a dish to be placed in a womb.  We are beginning to manipulate that life to thwart some dreaded disease or just to choose its sex.  We have built buildings reaching to the heavens and made bombs with the potential to destroy much of the world with a push of a button.  We have amassed great wealth and power.  We boast of our accomplishments, and yet in our arrogance and ignorance, we mock our Creator and His design for mankind.  We scream for rights to do things that not only destroy us and our way of life, but also demand that others accept what we do and we expect God to do the same, unless we deny his very existence.  The denial of the existence of God only fuels many of us to do what ought not to be done all the more.

This frustration to do what we ought not is most clearly articulated in the following wherein God states, “I will destroy the wisdom of the wise; the intelligence of the intelligent I will frustrate” (1st Corinthians 1:19).  The so-called brightest and best of us are literally “frustrated” because “…the foolishness of God is wiser than man’s wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man’s strength” (1 Corinthians 1:25).  It is just a fact that we are the created ones, and the created thing is never higher than its creator-in this case “our Creator.”  The ancient questions are still being asked of us, “Where is the wise man?  Where is the scholar?  Where is the philosopher of this age?  Has not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?” (1 Corinthians 1:20).  Rebellion against God, masked as wisdom, is really foolish, and those who adhere to its tenets, fools.  “The fool says in his heart, ‘there is no God” (Psalm 14:1).

On the other hand, to the world, we  Christians are the fools.  “Jews demand miraculous signs and Greeks look for wisdom, but we preach Christ crucified:  a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles, but to those whom God has called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God” (1 Corinthians 1:22-24).  Also, “For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us (Believers in Christ) who are being saved it is the power of God” (1 Corinthians 1:18).

And indeed we look as fools to the world because God’s Word says we do.  “Brothers {and Sisters}, think of what you were when you were called.  Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth.  But God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.  He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things-and things that are not-to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him” (1 Corinthians 1:26-29).  I think there is still hope for me then!

To the world, I am a fool.  I would rather appear foolish and unworthy in the eyes of this fallen world, unashamedly boasting in the cross of Jesus Christ, than to appear foolish before my Creator and Redeemer.  How about you?  For Paul said in 1 Corinthians 2:2-5, “For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified.  I came to you in weakness and fear, and with much trembling.  My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit’s power, so that your faith might not rest on men’s wisdom but on God’s power.”  Can’t wait to see this power working more and more through my life!

Yes, I am weak, without great influence, not of noble birth, and not the sharpest tool in the toolbox, but God is using me to express His love and mercy to fallen humanity, one soul at a time.  He fills me with His power and anointing, not because of who I am, but because of Whose I am.  With Paul, I say, “We do, however, speak a message of wisdom among the mature, but not the wisdom of this age or of the rulers of this age, who are coming to nothing.  No, we speak of God’s secret wisdom, a wisdom that has been hidden and that God destined for our glory before time began.  None of the rulers of this age understood it [still don’t today}, for if they had, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory.  However, as it is written: ‘No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him’-but God has revealed it to us by his Spirit” (1 Corinthians 2:6-10).

The question is, whose fool are you?  Are you the world’s fool, denying the existence of God, and therefore, accountable to no one greater than yourself?  Or are you  a fool in the eyes of this new age in the history of mankind (God’s fool), one  acknowledging the existence of God which requires from you a surrendered response to His authority over your life?  If you and I are God’s fools (believers that He exists and beneficiaries of the cross), it is not from our own wisdom we have acquired this truth, but only by His Spirit, for “we have not received the spirit of the world but the Spirit who is from God, that we may understand what God has freely given us” (1 Corinthians 2:12),  but if we are the world’s fool then, “the man without the Spirit does not accept the things that come from the Spirit of God, for they are foolishness to him, and he cannot understand them, because they are spiritually discerned” (1 Corinthians 2:14).

Whose fool are you?


(All Scripture references are taken from the New International Version of the Bible)






The Plastic Watch: A Christmas Story

Christmas Watch When I was eleven years old, my dad asked me what I wanted him to get me for Christmas.  I knew just what I wanted-a watch.  Not just any girl’s type of watch, but a clear, plastic one,  like the one I had my heart set on.  I was getting out of the toy phase of childhood, and jewelry and clothes were becoming more important to me.  Whatever the latest style or trend for preteen girls was, I wanted it , too.  I wanted desperately to fit in with the other girls I saw everyday at school.

Speaking of fitting in, I also wanted to fit into my dad’s life more.  You see, his life was outside my day-to-day life.  He lived in a fancy apartment with his stylish new wife and new step-daughter. My brothers and I lived at home with our mom and step-dad.  We only saw our “real” dad one night a week since the time of my parents’ divorce about four years earlier. The weekly routine was always as follows: He would pick up my three brothers and me in his  Lincoln Continental on Friday evenings after work and take us to his apartment where he would quickly shower and dress.  Then we would ride in the Lincoln to the Picadilly Restaurant for dinner followed by a movie and ice cream and then back to his apartment for hot cocoa and bedtime.  Saturday mornings, he would fix us breakfast and then take us back home before noon.  I do have  some fond memories of our over-night stays with my dad in the early years after the divorce.  He would sometimes make us an elaborate breakfast he was famous for called T.O. Hash-eggs, bacon, onions and potatoes all mixed together…yummy!  He also helped create the hot chocolate song to the tune of, “You Are My  Sunshine,” that we would sing on Friday nights while sipping hot cocoa.  But we changed the words to “I love my hot choc, my only hot choc…” After he remarried, the routine was pretty much the same, except we had his new family accompanying us most of the time.

New family.  We were the “visiting” family, or so I felt.  He tried to make us feel welcome at his apartment each weekend, and his wife tried as well, but I could never reconcile in my heart my two worlds (home and dad’s place), so I became farther and farther removed from my dad in my heart.  I loved my Daddy as any girl would and longed for his affection, but inwardly, I believed I had been replaced in his heart by his new step-daughter!  Christmas would only prove this to be true to me in a most tangible and painful way.

Kids in divorced households sometimes have an advantage at Christmas time.  The benefit or advantage can be seen  in the number of Santa visits or Christmas gift opening events they get to participate in.  In our case, we had Christmas number one at our house early Christmas morning which included Santa gifts, stockings, and an amazing breakfast and Christmas lunch.  Christmas number two came when our dad picked us up for a private Christmas at his apartment with presents and more stockings filled with goodies.  Finally, Christmas number three took place at my father’s parents’ place.  Our Nonnie and Giggi also spoiled us kids with more gifts and another full Christmas feast with all the trimmings.  My dad always brought us back home late Christmas evening with his Lincoln Continental trunk filled with Christmas gifts from him and our grandparents.  We loved Christmas!

This particular Christmas seemed to play out just as all the previous Christmases had before.  After Christmas number one, our dad arrived to take us back to his apartment for Christmas number two.  When we arrived at his place, we were greeted by his wife and step-daughter who had already opened gifts in their own private Christmas with my dad.  It was then I noticed my step-sister wearing a clear, plastic watch, like the one I had asked my dad for!

I was taken aback and surprised that she would get a watch “just like mine.”  It was only after finding my own Christmas package the size of a jewelry box and opening it, that I realized that “that was my watch!”  For inside my box was a pink, plastic watch.  I faked a smile and thanked my dad, but inside I was devastated.  A sick feeling overtook my body and I knew I was no longer my “Daddy’s girl!”  My dad fumbled an apology for getting the packages mixed up with promises to get another watch for me.  It made no difference to my heart.

Somehow I made it through the Christmas day festivities which included many other gifts to open before once again, our dad dropped us back off at home late Christmas evening.  There, my mother comforted me and reassured me that it was just a mix-up and my dad would indeed get me a new watch.  But she understood that it was really not about the clear, plastic watch.  I needed assurance of my father’s love.

Do you need assurance of your father’s love?  Did you not receive it from your dad as a child?  Do you not have the assurance of his love today?  Your Heavenly Father seeks to give you assurance of His  love right now, right where you are!  Sometimes, we feel overlooked by God, the Father, too.  We feel like He has given some other daughter our gift, or place in His Kingdom.  Maybe  He promised you something that you have never received and you are discouraged.  Please do not be discouraged; the story of your life and mine is not yet finished…

You see, our earthly fathers do their best to love us, but their love is imperfect!  Only 0ur Heavenly Father’s love is perfect!  His timing is perfect.  His gifts are perfect.  He does not mix up the packages, and what He has for you will not be given to someone else.  Trust in His love today.  He says, “I have loved you with an everlasting love” (Jeremiah 31:3).

Several days after Christmas, my dad stopped by my house after work to give me a little jewelry box containing another clear, plastic watch.  I do not remember ever seeing my dad on any other day than Friday, so this moment was special and will be remembered in my heart forever.  My dad did love me and he took this special time to reassure me of his love.  This turned out to be the last Christmas gift I would ever receive from my dad because not even a year later, he passed away.  His gift of love that day was timely displayed in a clear, plastic watch.

I cannot promise you today the assurance of your earthly father’s love, but I can promise you the assurance of a perfect and everlasting love-the love of your Heavenly Father if you will receive Him!  You can count on Him and His gifts uniquely designed for you.  When you are discouraged and think He has forgotten you, He will arrive when you least expect him bearing assurances of His love for you!

Basking in my Father’s love today,


Me and My Young Friends

two women looking at  ocean“Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good.  Then they can train the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God” (Titus 2:3-5, NIV). 

It is interesting to see how God works in our lives when we least expect it.  When I started blogging last May, I had no idea I would stop so suddenly and not return to writing again until now.  Life just got real busy real quickly!  During the summer, my daughter was readying to head back south to college for her sophomore year, and I was preparing to begin my first graduate course.  I f you have ever had a daughter preparing to leave for college, you know what I mean when I say it took the whole summer to help her get ready to go.  Not only were there plenty of shopping days (spending days) shared over July and August, there were also working-up-our-tans days spent on Lake Ontario together.  There were work-out days at the gym.  There were beauty salon days.  There were sorting old clothes days and organizing days and finally, packing the car days!  We had to leave a couple of beloved items behind because they just would not fit in her 2007 Honda Civic.  This past August, I made my fourth or fifth road trip down from New York to Florida accompanying her to her central Florida college and then flying home.

Once back in New York,  I began my second transitional year of “finding myself after the kids leave the house” quest, which included my first graduate online course.  My daughter and husband teased me relentlessly over my paranoia at taking just one class.  My technology skills were/are definitely outdated since I graduated college in 1986.  Back in the eighties, I had only a Brother typewriter to write my papers with in school, and now I am uploading computer files of my work and posting written threads on discussion boards for this new course.  I have been excited to learn new things and perhaps find my second calling after being a mostly stay-at-home-mother all these years.  In fact, I just successfully completed my first course at this writing!

Another new thing I began this fall was becoming a Titus 2 “older” woman to a small discussion group of women through the P.W.O.C. (Protestant Women of the Chapel) program on our Army post.  My role has been to encourage, support, and pray for these younger women of Group 4.  I have been amazed at the Biblical knowledge and faith of these young women I am supposed to be in essence, mentoring!  Weekly they bless me and teach me and build up my faith.  These are all younger wives and mothers and students and career-women.  Over the past several months, some have shared bits of their personal stories of struggle and pain and of faith and hope within our group.  They have related the Scriptures to our daily lives.  We have prayed for their life situations and families.  They all have soldier-warrior-husbands, many of whom are overseas in a war zone at this moment.  They are wise, strong, and young; I am humbled to be looked up to by them.

Although my household has been a lot more quiet over these months since my younger daughter left for college, I was able to host these young chattering women in my home recently for lunch and hear them ask me to be another “mom” to them.  Since their own moms and families live away, I want them to know it would be an honor for me to be their Army-adopted-mom!  I was asked by P.W.O.C. leadership if I planned on continuing my role for next semester’s program and I responded “Yes.”  I think I am truly finding my second-calling to younger women.  God knew when he inspired the writing of Titus 2 that we “older” women would need these “younger” women in our lives just as much as they need us!

It is definitely a grace-thing!



Oh, That We Would Choose Life!

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“Today I have given you the choice between life and death, between blessings and curses.  I call on heaven and earth to witness the choice you make.  Oh, that you would choose life, that you and your descendents might live!” (Deuteronomy 30:19, New Living Translation)

One of the first thoughts I had upon awakening this morning, while still lying in my bed as the morning light began to appear through my bedside window, was “choose life.”  “Okay, Lord.  I’ll do that today,” I promised in my heart.

Apparently, I need to think more about the choices I’ve been making.  Mostly those I tend to deem small or insignificant, but each one not without some kind of consequence.  What choices did I make yesterday?  If I were to transpose them onto a graph with one side depicting the “life” or “blessing” choices and the other “death” or “curse” choices, what side would illustrate the majority of my choices?  Ouch, that would be painful to examine, but something I really ought to do.

Let’s see.  Did I wake up yesterday, rejoicing in the new day I had been given, with the breath of life filling my lungs and with a joyful song in my heart?  Well, if I remember correctly, after peering through the window, I complained that it would be another over-cast and humid day here in the North Country.  It was over-cast all winter long I complained, and I need sun; I’m a Floridian. I’m ready for the Army to send us back south!  As I began to plan out my day, I lamented that the master shower stall was still in need of cleaning.  Something I had been putting off for a few days.  I hate to clean the shower!  My gloomy attitude mirrored the gloom outdoors for most of the day.

Today is a new day.  Yesterday is past.  I “choose” to make better attitude-choices today!  I know that my attitude affects everyone around me, and my “Christian” countenance is the mirror to my heart.  So, how do I choose life and blessings for myself and those around me who feel its affect?  “You can make this choice by loving the Lord your God, obeying him, and committing yourself firmly to him.  This (He) is the key to your life.  And if you love and obey the Lord, you will live long in the land the Lord swore to give your ancestors Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob” (Deuteronomy 30:20, New Living Translation).  Not only does God tell us to choose “life,” he tells us how to do it.  And he tells us our “choices,” will affect the lives of our children!  I want life for my children.  I want blessings for them, too.  How much more should I make the choice for “life” before God each day!  As God is my witness today, I choose life and blessings.  Even if I falter at some point, I will repent and again choose the way that leads to life.  It is a moment by moment, choice after choice thing.

I did manage to get that shower stall cleaned yesterday, and today I’m grateful that grimy task has been accomplished.  What other job can I tackle today with a smile on my face and a song in my heart?






Hide and Seek


“When I felt secure, I said, ‘I will never be shaken.’  O Lord, when you favored me, you made my mountain stand firm; but when you hid your face, I was dismayed” (Psalm 30:6-7).

Never in my lifetime have I felt so insecure in this world.  Too many things I used to believe I could count-on, seem to be crumbling into sand.  Economic and financial institutions collapsing or on the verge of collapsing, have caused me to question what to do with my money and savings for an uncertain future.  Years of war have taken their toll on the military community in which I live (three more of our post’s soldiers killed just this week), and on the American society at large.  Violence seems to be on the rise in so many of our cities, senseless violence.  Technology advances have made us increasingly vulnerable to those who would harm us.  Correctness-rules for speech have made us afraid to speak what we believe.  We tend to cope with these things by filling our minds and hearts with either more of the bad-news-of-the-day or mindless reality television programming.  Is it better to be aware of all the bad news going on (keep the tube on CNN), or just tune it out altogether?

Where is God when I need him?  What should I believe and how should I live in the midst of so much insecurity?  The Bible does say, that at times, God hides his face.  Sometimes in my despair, I wonder if God is playing some kind of cruel game of “Hide and Seek” with me.  I cry out with the Psalmist, “What gain is there in my destruction, in my going down into the pit?  Will the dust praise you?  Will it proclaim your faithfulness?” (Psalm 30:9). 

I believe there is an answer to the question of God’s hiding from us.  “But if from there you seek the Lord your God, you will find him if you look for him with all your heart and with all your soul.  When you are in distress and all these things have happened to you, then in later days you will return to the Lord your God and obey him.  For the Lord your God is a merciful God; he will not abandon or destroy you or forget the covenant with your forefathers, which he confirmed to them by oath” (Deuteronomy 4:29-31).  He desires for us to seek Him, not as a cruel version of a childhood game, but that we may intimately know Him and His purpose for our lives.  We cannot treat our relationship with God as though we can just change a television channel and tune into just what we want to hear.  We must come to a place where we are “desperate” enough to do whatever it takes to hear from God and what He has to say to us.  Sometimes, it takes a hidden God and increasing tensions to propel us to “seek” Him, to shock us out of our complacency, and cause us to examine our own hearts.

If you are as desperate as me today, “Submit yourselves, then to God.  Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.  Come near to God and he will come near to you.  Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded.  Grieve, mourn, and wail.  Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom.  Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up” (James 4:7-10).  There are steps mentioned here for seeking and finding God.  Submit to Him.  Surrender.  Give up your hold on your life.  Resist the devil or evil.  Have nothing to do with it. Come near to God and he will come near to you.  Wash yourself and purify your heart through repentance with genuine grief and remorse over your sins.  Take your own sin seriously and do not belittle evil wherever it is found.  And be humbled because you and I cannot save ourselves or lift ourselves up.  He says He will lift us up. 

And “lift us” He will!  “You turned my wailing (or mourning) into dancing: you removed my sack cloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.  O Lord, my God, I will give you thanks forever” (Psalm 30:11-12).  My friend, “…weeping may remain for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning” (Psalm 30:5). 

Seeking or Dancing today?









My husband and I are celebrating our twenty-sixth wedding anniversary this Thursday, June 6th.   I will never forget the day we met, the day of the big breakup and subsequent makeup, and the day we married.  We tell and retell the stories often.  We have love and we have history.  Even though I have been married quite awhile, I was reminded this morning that I am still a “Bride-to-be!”   Now wait a minute, you noticed I just said I was soon to celebrate my wedding anniversary, then how can I possibly say that I’m a bride?  So glad you asked!  And no, I am not divorcing my husband to marry another man.

I am the “Bride of Christ,” betrothed, in a binding agreement, to be His forever!   He already paid the dowry or bride’s price for me with His shed blood on the cross.  He arose from the grave and went on to Heaven to prepare a place for me. Right now, I am in preparation for my “wedding day,” which will occur when Jesus Christ returns to take His church (all Christian believers) home.  This period of “waiting” is important because all of us, male and female, are actually learning to become His “bride.”  In many ways, it is easier for us women to understand becoming a bride.  We begin thinking about our wedding day at a very early age.

As little girls, we dream of our “knight-in-shining-armor” on bended knee asking for our hand in marriage.  We pretend we are a bride and it is our wedding day.  Playing dress-up in our mother’s high-heels and wearing an over-sized gown with a make-shift veil upon our heads, we twirl around in front of a mirror wondering if we will look beautiful on our real wedding day.  We imagine our bridegroom standing at the altar waiting for us as we walk down the aisle to meet him.  We pretend we’re dancing in his arms during the first song played at our reception.  We then give our make-believe farewells to family and friends as we ride away with our groom toward happily-ever-after.

As teens, we scrutinize the last names of the boys we like to see if they are a nice fit to end our first names.  No rhyming allowed!  We scour bridal magazines cutting out pictures of wedding gowns and cakes and honeymoon destinations to file away for the unforeseen future.  And we share with our girlfriends our wedding dreams.   

Thank God for reality-television shows geared for women because how else would men know about us and what we go through as brides-to-be.  Being in a household of women, my husband doesn’t usually get much say in what he watches on the big flat screen in our living room, thus “girl programming” is on the big tube most evenings. He really is a good sport about it.  From cheer-leading events to wedding shows, he now has become an expert on many girl issues.  It helps a lot that many of these shows are competition-based since he is an avid sports fan.  Through televised cheer-leading competitions, and the fact both of our daughters cheered or still cheer, he can rate cheer routines and tell what team will score the most points.  He knows good cheer jumps and stunts when he sees them.  There is also now a wedding show called “Four Weddings,” and it is a competition between four brides to determine who scores the most points for the best over-all wedding. 

Our favorite show, “Say Yes to the Dress,” has been a part of our television viewing habit for a few years.  We never tire of it.  My poor husband can tell you what wedding dresses look best for what body types. He sympathizes with the poor brides who don’t have family support on their choice of a style.  He seems to enjoy the drama in the lives of these young television brides-to-be, until he has finally had his fill and retreats to his man cave where his television channel is stuck on sports!  I would like to think my girls and me help him to become the “bride of Christ” in some way!

Yes, we are all indeed becoming the Bride of Christ.  We are purifying ourselves from the things of this world, sin, and our own fleshly nature, and becoming more like Him.  He is calling us to “live holy and godly lives as we look forward to the day of God and speed its coming” (2 Peter 3:11b-12).  We do not know the day or hour of our Bridegroom’s (Jesus’) return, but he is coming! (Matthew 24:42-44; 25:13).  “For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.  After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the air.  And so we will be with the Lord forever” (1 Thessalonians 4:16-17).  Many will say “Where is this ‘coming’ he promised?  Ever since our fathers died, everything goes on as it has since the beginning of creation” (2 Peter 3:4).  “But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: with the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.  The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness.  He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance” (2 Peter 3:8-9).

We are the church, the Bride of Christ, if we have in fact, accepted Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior.  We are betrothed to him and awaiting His return.  On that day we will see Him face to face and know him as we are known.  Our marriage to him will be consummated for all eternity.  “Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory!   For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready.  Fine linen, bright and clean, was given her to wear. (Fine linen stands for the righteous acts of the saints.)  Then the angel said to me ‘Write: Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb!’… ‘These are the true words of God” (Revelation 19:7-9). 

He is our faithful Bridegroom.  He says, “I will betroth you to me forever; I will betroth you in righteousness and justice, in love and compassion.  I will betroth you in faithfulness, and you will acknowledge me” (Hosea 2:19-20).

Still a blushing bride,



A Birthright and A Blessing

flag“Once when Jacob was cooking some stew, Esau came in from the open country, famished.  He said to Jacob, ‘Quick, let me have some of that red stew!  I’m famished.’  Jacob replied, ‘First sell me your birthright.’  ‘Look, I am about to die,’ Esau said, ‘What good is the birthright to me?’  So he swore an oath to him, selling his birthright to Jacob.  Then Jacob gave Esau some bread and some lentil stew.  He ate and drank, and then got up and left” (Gen. 25:29-32,34, NIV).

I am sure that red stew was satisfying to Esau, especially, because he was so hungry.  He was the rugged, out-doors-man of the two brothers, and the favorite son of his father.  He had been in the open country that day probably hunting wild game for his family.  Jacob, the more quiet and contemplative of the two, had been in his usual environment, the tent, doing what he loved-cooking.  Jacob saw his opportunity to get the better of his twin and older brother in his moment of weakness.  “First sell me your birthright,” he told Esau.

What was the birthright Esau sold for a bowl of lentil stew that day?  According to Thomas W. Finley, “Esau’s birthright (actually plural: literally ‘rights of the firstborn’) was what belonged to him because he was the firstborn son.  The Old Testament reveals special privileges for the first born of the family” (Finley,1).  Esau was to one day receive double the amount of inheritance over his siblings and become the official leader of the entire family.  “The main meaning of being the firstborn, then, becomes one of being chief, or having the preeminence in rank, as opposed to being just biologically the first son born.  This privilege of having the chief rank normally belonged to the first one born, but could be transferred” (Finley,2).

And “transfer” it did to Jacob, along with his father’s blessing.  I weep right along with Esau when I read his response to his father, Isaac, as he was told his brother had already received his blessing.  “…he burst out with a loud and bitter cry and said to his father, ‘Bless me-me too, my father!’  But he said, ‘Your brother came deceitfully and took your blessing.’  Esau said, ‘Isn’t he rightly named Jacob?  He has deceived me these two times:  He took my birthright, and now he’s taken my blessing!’  Then he asked, ‘Haven’t you reserved any blessing for me?’  Isaac answered Esau, ‘I have made him lord over you and have made all his relatives his servants, and I have sustained him with grain and new wine.  So what can I possibly do for you, my son?’  Then Esau said to his father, ‘Do you have only one blessing, my father?  Bless me, too, father!’  Then Esau wept aloud (Gen. 27:34-38, NIV).

Each of us has inherited a “birthright” and a “blessing” as well, just for being born as Americans.  What is our birthright, and what is our blessing?  Our birthright is the  constitution and the blessing is our freedom.  Our founders with their incredible document, The United States Constitution, established the framework for our government and way of life as a free people.  We cherish their companion document, The Bill of Rights, which clearly defines some of our most precious privileges or rights as citizens of this great land.  I only pray our generation will be worthy of all the blood spilled and sacrifices made over many generations to secure our liberty.

As Americans, will we sell-out our birthright to satisfy a temporary hunger?  Will we exchange our freedom for fleeting popularity and acceptance?  Will we lay down our rights in the hope to attain a pseudo-security?  Will we neglect the protection of our rights because we are too busy with trivial preoccupations to even notice what is most assuredly, our way of life, slipping away?  Will we surrender “all” authority over our lives to mere mortal men and women seated in ivory towers, rather than to our God, Who created all things?

We have both a “birthright” and a “blessing.”  My prayer is that we don’t sell-out our American freedoms and way of life to satisfy a temporary hunger!

It’s a freedom thing,


Finley, Thomas W. “The Birthright (The Rights of the Firstborn).” Seekersofchrist.org. Thomas Finley, n.d. Web. 26 May 2013.




RedHatSocietyClipart374“Each one should test his own actions.  Then he can take pride in himself, without comparing himself to somebody else, for each one should carry his own load” (Galatians 6:4).

For a second time this week I’ve been awake at four o’clock in the morning, feeling very restless and with many thoughts running havoc in my mind.  After having one flash-thought after another, I discovered a common theme: pride.  Hot tears began to run down my face as I tried not to stir too much and awaken my sweet husband sleeping peacefully beside me.  “Oh, Lord, help me with my pride,” was the only prayer I could utter in the stillness of the early morning.

I decided recently to start blogging.  I love to write prose and poetry.  Sometimes I get so full that I have to grab pen or guitar and let loose expressing my heart on paper or plucking strings and adding chords to words.  But once I decided to “share” my words or songs with others, I also opened up my heart to their critique.  That has been the hardest thing for me because of my “pride.”  On the one hand, I really feel at times God has given me something to say to encourage others, but on the other hand, I see the complete novice I am and fear what others think.

My supportive brother saw my first attempt at starting a blog.  He noticed my picture-less site displaying just a couple of postings and offered his help to build me a new one.  He lives in Seattle, and for days we chatted over the phone while using Screen Leap so he could look at my screen and walk me through the steps to start using this program.  He was very patient with me as he explained each step toward posting and adding photos, while also teaching me basic computer skills.  I was embarrassed more than once when he asked me to do something very simple and I did not even know what he was talking about.  We both agree, “It is time for a basic computer course at the local community college.”  I told him the last computer course I took was about fifteen years ago…

And the photos I am now trying to add and the original music I am trying to upload to my site are yet another view into the heart of this novice, a heart desiring to serve God and use the gifts He’s given me, but also a view into the “pride” that resides there, too.

I have always struggled with comparing myself to others.  I have always worried about what others think of me.  I launch out trying something new, feel no validation or compare myself to others, get discouraged and go into hiding.  A cycle of starting and quitting has become a habit hard to break.  I am too conscious of “me,” and that is the problem.  Pride is being overly conscious of “self.”

Oswald Chambers said it best in expressing how we are to be “unconscious” of “ourselves” as we serve God.  He said, “Maturity is produced in the life of a child of God on the unconscious level, until we become so totally surrendered to God that we are not even aware of being used by him.  When we are consciously aware of being used as broken-bread and poured-out wine, we have yet another level to reach-a level where all awareness of ourselves and of what God is doing through us is completely eliminated.  A saint is never consciously a saint-a saint is consciously dependent on God.”

I am “conscious” of self way too much, yet I am striving to reach a “new level” of “unconsciousness” in Jesus.  I love the philosophy of the Red Hat Society ladies as they embrace their middle-aged lives wearing purple outfits and bright red hats, laughing all the while, as they express their uniqueness without a worry about what others may think.  They have lived long enough to know what really matters.  I think I am going out today to find that perfect purple frock and red hat!

It’s a grace thing,


Hurry Up and Wait

waiting“…because the testing of your faith develops perseverance.  Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything” (James1:3-4).

If you have ever been in the Army or been a spouse of a soldier, you have probably heard it said, “hurry up and wait,” in reference to how soldiers are always told to get somewhere quickly, but once there, told by their superiors to wait… and… wait… and… wait some more.  That is why I believe soldiers are the most “patient” people on earth!  Just get in a long line with some of them in an Army post grocery store or post office,  and you will see how relaxed, so “patient,” they seem to be!

What do I do in the same line?  I usually look around to find out why it is taking so long to be waited on.  I ask myself, “Is it that they just do not have enough lanes opened at the check-out counter today because everyone who works here is on vacation this week?”  I begin to make annoyed faces, even an occasional “eye roll,” as I display some impatient body contortions.  By the time I get to the counter or check-out, I can tell the attendee has noticed my “attitude” when she suddenly makes a comment like, “Sorry for the wait, Ma’am.”  I usually then lie and try to say something like, “Oh, I’m in no hurry.  I know you are very busy today,” all while smiling brightly.

When God promises us something, do we not get excited in anticipation and right away begin preparing for this thing to happen in our lives?  Do we somehow think it is imminent, only to find ourselves waiting… and… waiting… and… waiting some more for this promised thing to happen?  Weeks become months, months become years, and years become a decade or more.  I can relate to this “waiting,” because I believe God promised me a couple of things fifteen years ago this month.  I am beginning to see a sign of one of these promises becoming a reality in my life.  The other “promise” is absolutely impossible in the natural to occur in my life, and with every tick of the clock it seems to become all the more impossible.  But it is indeed possible if God promised it!

Remember, God promised Joseph that his brothers would one day come under his submission.  Did he not first get sold as a slave to foreigners by those very brothers, get thrown into prison for a crime he did not commit, and wait for decades to see this promised fulfilled?  God promised Abraham that his descendants would become as vast as the grains of sand.  Wasn’t Abraham childless and well advanced in age when God promised this?  Joseph and Abraham definitely had their faith “tested,” and this testing developed the perseverance they needed to become “mature and complete, not lacking anything.”

Waiting is a godly thing and what we “do” while we wait is important.  We must realize that we are on God’s time-table, not ours.  We need to grow in our relationship with him:  obey His Word, pray for His will, and believe all He promises.  We also need to use our gifts and abilities “right where we are” doing what is “right at hand.”  God is like an Army commander; He makes us get all prepared, but wait until He gives us the signal to head out!

Waiting with you,


The Race Marked Out for Us

race“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.  Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God” (Hebrews 12:1-2).

I’ve been running the race marked out for me for more than forty years now, although, for the last several years, I think I’ve been a bit sidelined.  I’ve been technically in the race, but I’ve stopped along the way and have seemed to make no new progress.  These self-induced hindrances have taken their toll on me physically, mentally, and spiritually.  I’ve been sitting and waiting to join back in the race, instead of just “jumping back in!”

I have thought it was just not my season to join back in the race.  I must sit out until I am more ready, more spiritual.  I have waited for a sign from the heavens to give me the almighty signal that it was indeed my time to go and head back toward the finish line.  “How can I run the race right now, I thought?  I am undisciplined, full of negative talk, fearful, and much too prideful.  I constantly compare myself with others and worry about what others think of me.”  It is easy to see why I’ve been sidelined so long and miserable so long.

I’ve been reminded this week that I’ve bee given”…this charge:  Preach the Word; be prepared in season and out of season…” (2 Timothy 4:2).  Feeling sidelined is no excuse; I’m commanded to “Preach the Word.”  Don’t wait for a sign from above; “Preach the Word.”  Don’t wait to be spiritual enough; “Preach the Word.”  Ultimately, I must realize that “my times are in your hands,” O Lord (Psalm 31:15), and it is time for me to just “Preach the Word.”

Since Jesus is the “author and perfecter of my faith,” I must now throw off everything that has been hindering me, namely sin,  and look to Him.  I’m lacing up my Nikes and joining the race marked out for me today!  My race is my race, and my calling is my calling.  Your race is your race, and your calling is your calling.  It is time to persevere and not quit.  Don’t forget there is a “great cloud of witnesses” cheering us both on (Hebrews 12:1).

It’s a grace thing!