His Soldier

In sitting down to write an introduction for this post, there are a lot of things that come to mind, but I am excited to get right to the point, so I'll skip the backstory for now. I hope you have time to do what the next paragraph asks...

This poem comes with an important request: please don't read it by itself! It was written to be lyrics for the Scottish tune most familiar by the song title "Loch Lomond," the melody having first appeared in McGibbons' Scots Tunes Book 1, published in 1742. The second part of my request is that you play the instrumental music while reading the poem, letting the music bring the words to life, so to speak. The link to do that is: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvMttq9zBTY&list=RDGMEM8h-ASY4B42jYeBhBnqb3-wVMYvMttq9zBTY&start_radio=1

Thank you, and may His truth stir and encourage your soul as it has mine!

-MaryBeth Hall

His Soldier

The Angel of the LORD (Jesus) sets up His military camp in a circle around those who deeply revere Him and defer to His right to govern their lives, and is intentionally in the process of arming / equipping them for successful war. Good it is, and see - Oh taste it for yourself - how blessed is the warrior who will seek refuge in Him! -Psalm 34:7-8

Jesus, Divine Warrior*, as Scripture proclaims,

Has set up His camp all around me.

He gives me His armor to wear in His name,

And though fierce is the fight, mine's the victory.

The belt is His truth; it holds me together,

Anchors other armor, and it's freeing.

His righteousness, a breastplate my heart shall e'er cover

His untarnished holiness – what a gifting!

Shoes under my feet of a sure foundation:

His gospel of peace knowing, going.

And faith is my shield when the fiery darts fly in,

That I'll take up and hold with His helping.

Salvation's helmet I receive with great joy,

Loving all that it means now and ever.

His Spirit takes His Word in the battle to employ.

His hands o'er mine to wield it; foes tremor.

In prayer always to He Who leads Heaven's host,

For all things at all times for all soldiers,

I call to the One Whom I need the very most.

By His great sacrifice, He has won the war.

"Be strong in the Lord, in the power of His might,

That against Satan's schemes you may stand fast."**

I follow Heaven's Prince Who redeemed me from the night;

And in Glory I'll join Him at long last.

Jesus sets up His camp all around me...***

*Is. 59:14-20, **Eph. 6:10-18, ***Ps. 34:7-8

Intentionality Amidst the Busyness

 

Life is busy. Between teaching both at school and at church, homeschooling my children, grading papers, keeping up with meals and housework, spending Saturday mornings at the soccer fields watching my kids play, and various other things that come up throughout the week, it seems there is nothing else that could be added to my days. Instead, it feels like I need to cut back. Yet a few weeks ago, as I read through 2 Peter, I came across these words, “Make every effort to add...,” followed by a list of things Peter wanted the believers to be adding to their lives. There was no exception given for those who were busy. These were a necessity. As a matter of fact, Peter stressed their importance by saying, “So I will always remind you of these things” and “I think it right to refresh your memory as long as I live” and even, “I will make every effort to see that after my departure you will always remember these things” (2 Peter 1: 12, 13, 15). What were these things that Peter felt were so necessary for these believers to add to their lives and not to forget about? Thankfully for those of us with full calendars, these things are not tasks to be written down in our day planners. However, perhaps even more challenging, they are traits to be added to our very being.

            There is an interesting paradox in verses 3 through 10 of 2 Peter. Preceding the verses that tell us what things we need to be diligent to add to our lives (5-7), there is this well-known verse: “His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life” (3). So the truth here is that God has given me what I need to live rightly, but I also have to actively work at it. In my own strength, I can’t be transformed into the person God wants to mold me into, but that doesn’t mean I sit back and “let go and let God.” Peter explains this is not passive: “Make every effort” (ESV). “Apply all diligence” (NASB). It is work. It is intentional. We work at it precisely because we have His power and have been rescued from the corruption of sin in the world and in our desires (3-4). So, what should we be adding? Before anything gets added, there has to be something already there. This is:

Faith: This is the starting point. There is no relationship with God, and there is no transformation to Christlikeness that doesn’t start with faith that God is who He says He is and that salvation is in His Son alone (Hebrews 11:6, Galatians 2:20).

Now Peter starts his list of what to “make every effort” to add to that faith:

1. Virtue: This word is translated “goodness” in the NIV and “moral excellence” in the NASB. It is a broad term that implies integrity of heart, one who does right.

2. Knowledge: There are two words for knowledge in the Greek; this one can also be translated “doctrine” or “wisdom.” Are we growing in wisdom? This can only come as we get to know the Lord and His Word better.

3. Self-control: Are we growing in controlling our tongue? Our thoughts? Our actions? Are we self-disciplined in how we prioritize our time?

4. Steadfastness: This word can also be translated “perseverance” or “endurance.” It is standing firm in the faith even through hardships, patiently waiting on the Lord.

5. Godliness: Are we devoted to the Lord? Are we pursuing Him and seeking to live in a way that reflects Him to others?

6. Brotherly Affection: This can also be translated “kindness.” Do we care about and show concern for our brothers and sisters in Christ? This should show itself in our interactions within our church body. Are we getting to know people well enough to share both joys and burdens with them? 

7. Love: There are four words in the Greek for “love.” The word used here is “agape;” it is the love that is sacrificial, willing to give of oneself for the benefit of the other.

            These traits are the ones Peter is asking Christ followers to diligently apply to their lives. As all Scripture is inspired by God and useful, this list is ours as well. How can we be intentional? Here are two ideas: One, we choose one of the above virtues that we know we struggle with and focus on adding that with the Lord’s help. Or two, we focus on one a week, going down the list, and asking the Lord to grow us in those areas, looking for opportunities to do just that.

            So, instead of adding one more thing to your “To Do List,” let’s focus on our “To Be List.” And the nice thing is that this “To Be List” can be practiced even as we check off the items on our “To Do List.” Peter gives the following encouragement after listing these traits: “If these qualities are yours and increasing, they keep you from being ineffective or unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ” (8). Don’t we want that?

 --Amy O'Rear

Ain't None of My Business

 

Ain’t None of My Business 

I don’t remember the exact words, but a friend of mine on Facebook once said, they (people on Facebook) don’t need to know. She was referring to the ins and outs of her daily life. She was saying people don’t need to know everything she is thinking and doing (and eating).

There’s a delicate balance between connecting with others by sharing and knowing where to draw the line. On the other side of things, there’s a delicate balance between trying to help and meddling in others’ business. It’s tricky and might even be different for different people. 

I’m embarrassed to admit that I am a fixer. I’m too quick to offer suggestions for other people’s problems. As I have matured, I now see that people often know the answers to their problems and sometimes they just want someone to listen to them process those answers. Or maybe they just want to complain. It isn’t my business to fix them or correct them. It takes discernment to offer a fitting word when needed and to know when to quietly listen – to draw people to come to their own conclusions. I am particularly tempted to set people straight on social media, especially if I don’t know them or if they have angered me. But it “ain’t none of my business,” most of the time, to correct them. I’ve been trying to “pick my battles” carefully. (For example, I might speak up for the defenseless or oppressed but refuse to argue over which way toilet paper should go on the roll.) The bickering on social media has become ridiculous! 

The Apostle Paul said this, "Now about your love for one another we do not need to write to you, for you yourselves have been taught by God to love each other. And in fact, you do love all of God's family throughout Macedonia. Yet we urge you, brothers and sisters, to do more and more, and to make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: You should mind your own business and work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody.” (I Thessalonians 4:9-12, emphasis mine) 

Boiled down: Lead a quiet life. Mind your own business. Work with your hands.

In my efforts to mind my own business, I have been trying to remember that I don’t know as much as I think I know. And my comments will likely not change anyone’s mind. I do not have to respond to every offensive remark. I can move on quietly, minding my own business, doing my work.

Other Scripture verses point to correcting a brother or sister lovingly and in humility. Which is it? Correct others or not? Yes, to both. It is my opinion that we should seek first to mind our own business, but then carefully offer correction if really necessary after much prayer and with the right motives.

What do you think? Maybe I don’t need to know.

joyce hague

One Whom Jesus Loves

 

I love Easter! Not only is it less stressful and more relaxed than Christmas, Easter celebrates the most important event in Christian history. Several years ago, I put together an extensive Easter playlist. I tweak it a bit every year, but it currently stands at 56 songs with a runtime of 4 hours and 4 minutes. The first half of the playlist is carefully arranged to follow the chronology of Holy Week while the second half celebrates the resurrection before pointing to the Second Coming in the last few songs.

As long as the playlist is, it only begins to scratch the surface of the music that has been written to celebrate Jesus’ death and resurrection. Thousands of songs have been written about this one event in history. And why not? Jesus loved us so very much that He came to die for us, and then He defeated death itself!

I have enjoyed going through the book of John over the past year, both at church and in my personal reading. One thing that has stood out to me is that the author refers to himself several times as “the disciple whom Jesus loved.” Growing up, I always heard this talked about in a joking way, as if John was being a bit bold and presumptuous. It wasn’t until last year that I read a different perspective, which I believe is closer to the truth. John was placing his identity in being loved by God. He did not talk about himself as an apostle, evangelist, or author—though he was all of those things. He identified himself as loved by God.

In our world today, there is a lot of talk about identity. What political party do you belong to? What gender do you identify as? What denomination are you a part of? In our personal lives, we can often worry about how others perceive us through what we do, titles we hold, achievements we are proud of, or shortcomings we are ashamed of. But what would happen if you saw yourself first and foremost as one whom Jesus loves?

One of the songs on my Easter playlist is “When Love Sees You” by Mac Powell. It’s from the album Music Inspired by the Story, which I highly recommend. The chorus and bridge speak to how Jesus sees us:

“Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you
Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you.

I see what I made in your mother's womb
I see the day I fell in love with you
I see your tomorrows, nothing left to chance
I see My Father's fingerprints

I see your story, I see My name
Written on every beautiful page
You see the struggle, you see the shame
I see the reason I came.

I came for your story, I came for your wounds
To show you what Love sees when I see you.”

God looks at us with the greatest love that has ever been or ever will be. It is immense beyond measure and incomprehensible. As we celebrate on this Easter, I invite you to place your identity in being loved by Jesus.

He is risen! He is risen indeed!

 

--Concetta Swann

 Life Lenses

If you’ve ever been to the eye doctor, you’ve probably experienced when they put a big metal mask in front of your face and proceed to flip through different lens options and combinations until you can see clearly. Many times they’re going back and forth and back and forth because it’s hard to tell the difference between one or the other.

We all walk through life with lenses, whether you’re wearing a pair of glasses or not. They’re in how we see the world, the experiences we’ve had that give us first hand knowledge in different areas. New lenses drop down in front of us, altering that understanding or personal perspective. 

These are some lenses I have in front of me that have shaped the way I understand, empathize and see life:

Being an only child

Attending 6 different schools between K-12th

Having a parent with a mental illness

Having a parent with stage 4 cancer

Playing sports

Moving to new places and knowing no one

Teaching elementary students

Being married and having kids

Most recently the lens that dropped down in front of my eyes was losing my dad. 

All of these things significantly shape the way I think about things, who I relate to, and the decisions I make. 

Do we have any in common? Are there some differences? I think about how the common ones mean that we can empathize with one another and support one another. Some of these things are hard. When we experience something new or challenging, it broadens our capacity to walk alongside others going through the same things. 2 Corinthians 1 talks about how Christ comforts us in our trials and struggles so that we in turn can comfort those around us who may be going through the same thing. 

It wasn’t until I lost my dad that I truly understood how many friends and family members have felt walking through the deep grief and life changes that come from losing a parent. As much as there is pain, there is also the gift of community and being able to relate to one another and bear one another’s burdens.

When we have different lenses it shows how the church functions as a body. Not only do we have different gifts and skills, but we also have different experiences. God uses those differences so that we are full and multifaceted as a church family. There is beauty in differences. We come together as a family often despite differences and learn how to love one another as Christ loves.

Over time the lenses are added to, perspective and understanding grows and shifts. But all the while, we need something (someone) to hold fast to and who holds us fast. So that while life throws new things at us, we won’t be blinded by and lean on our own understanding. We would get our prescription wrong if we didn’t have the correct training to give us a clear vision. (Prov 3:5)

Those constants are who I am in Christ, that I believe I am who He says I am, and He is who He says He is:

I am a sinner.

I am saved by grace.

I am a child of God.

I have a hope and a future.

He is Holy.

He is Just.

He is True.

He is my creator, He knows me and He loves me.

He is love.

These things are what I must cling to first. Because these things are stable and sure, I can let the experiences God gives add to my life, add to my understanding, add to my disappointment, add to my strengthening. 

So, what are your life lenses? What experiences have shaped your vision? What remains constant through your changing prescriptions? Who holds you fast?

He Is Risen!

        In the end of the Sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulcher.  And, behold, there was a great earthquake:  for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it.  His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow:  and for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men.  And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye:  for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.  He is not here: for He is risen, as He said.  Come, see the place where the Lord lay.  And go quickly, and tell His disciples that He is risen from the dead; and, behold, He goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see Him:  lo, I have told you.  And they departed quickly from the sepulcher with fear and great joy; and did run to bring His disciples word.  

And as they went to tell His disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All hail.  And they came and held Him by the feet, and worshipped Him. Then said Jesus unto them.  Be not afraid: go tell My brethren that they go into Galilee, and there shall they see Me.

Now if Christ be preached that He rose from the dead, how say some among you that there is no resurrection of the dead?  But if there be no resurrection of the dead, then is Christ not risen: and if Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain and your faith is also vain.  Yea, and we are found false witnesses of God; because we have testified of God that He raised up Christ: whom He raised not up, if so be that the dead rise not.  For if the dead rise not, then is not Christ raised, your faith is vain; ye are yet in your sins.  Then they also which are fallen asleep in Christ are perished.  If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.

But now is Christ risen from the dead.

        These passages have been precious to me all of my life.  My mother insisted that we memorize them.  She sang them to us as well.  Easter is my very favorite time of the year.

Over the years I have played Mary, the mother of Jesus, in several dramatic presentations, including in a pantomime behind a sheer curtain in The Redemption, an oratorio by Gounod.  In this last I felt the grief of the march to Calvary, the crucifixion. I placed myself at the cross and felt an intensity of grief I had not felt before.

In 2015 I went with Tom Kilpatrick and Bill Summers to Israel.  We were at Gordon’s Calvary and the Garden Tomb on Good Friday.  I begged Bill to allow me to quote these Scriptures. It was a very moving experience.

In 1977 or 78 I was in Israel with the Sandbergs and Martins.  Tom was also in Israel, but I did not expect to see him.  But as we were going into a little Arab restaurant in the Old City, there was Tom.  We had a free afternoon so Tom invited me to join him and Mike Bentley, a Temple grad who was a missionary in Israel, for the rest of the day.  It was an unforgettable afternoon.

        First we went to a little gift shop that had a special connection with the Dead Sea Scrolls.  The owner had bought the first scrolls from little Arab boys.  He had one of the jars that the scrolls had been hidden in and a small fragment of a scroll.  I got to feel those two and wonder who had valued the Scriptures so much that they had hidden them only to have them discovered centuries later.  In that shop I bought a widow’s mite from about 70 A.D.  That was the year that Jerusalem was destroyed.  There would have been no widow’s mites after that tragic year.

Our next stop was  Gordon’s Calvary and the Garden Tomb.  This time no one else was around.  There were no tour groups crowding the small garden.  I sat and read Scriptures and prayed under a huge mustard tree.  I believe that is probably the exact place where Jesus was buried.  It fulfills many of the descriptions in Scripture.  But my faith is not based on whether that is the place.  I know my Savior lives.

The last place we visited was Bethany, now a small Arab village.  Earlier the whole group had visited Bethany.  We had stopped outside the village at a cave which our guide assured us was the exact place Lazarus had been buried.  That had been a stretch for me.  But now at twilight with no tour buses belching their fumes and noise, I saw the village much as it might have been when Jesus walked there. The dusty narrow streets were deserted. We could hear an occasional donkey’s bray and other animals settling for the night.  We went through a gate into a courtyard, then up a flight of stairs to the home of a Greek Orthodox priest. The room was dark.  (The priest went into another room to move what was evidently his only lightbulb to the cord hanging down in the room we were in.)  He read from the Old Testament in Hebrew for us.We had come to a walled house with a flat roof and no lights.  It was easy to imagine Lazarus’  lying in a home such as this, not too far from where I sat, his sisters moaning and saying, “Where is Jesus?”  And when Jesus came, death had already come.  His sisters then said, “If you had been here, our brother would not have died.” And Jesus wept.  He loved Lazarus, just as He loves us. But then He spoke to Martha.“I am the resurrection and the life.  He that believes in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.  And whosoever lives and believes in Me shall never die.  Do you believe Me?”

As we grow older, deaths seem to be piling one after another. This year I have lost three dear friends and gone to funerals for others.  I miss Jessie, Doris, and Steve.  But because of the resurrection, I will see them again. Last year they celebrated Easter in Heaven.  In that little house in Bethany I heard Jesus say “Whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die.” Because He lives, we too shall live.  

Do you believe?  I do!

Hallelujah!  He is risen!

                                                                           Faith Himes Lamb

Habits

 

As I write these words, I have a pot of pinto beans cooking on the stove. I love pinto beans, and they are especially good with onions and mustard accompanied by a wedge of crunchy cornbread—not soft, sweet, pseudo-cornbread but firm, crunchy bread, baked in an iron skillet. This is how my mother made cornbread, so it seems right to me. And I’m not the only one.

When I was a student at Concord College (now Concord University) in Athens, West Virginia, many of my dorm mates went home every weekend, returning to campus in waves all Sunday afternoon. One such day as I left my room to head over to the cafeteria, I passed an open door where two or three girls from my home county were gathered around plates of cornbread and beans fixed the right way—crumbled bread topped by beans and bean juice. One of the girls had been home and had returned with this treasure. They offered me a bite, and I was tempted but decided not to interfere.

The things we grow up loving seem good to us, don’t they? Often those things—like the beans and bread—are products of necessity, but that doesn’t change the fact that this love can carry over into decades of adult preferences. (I want to acknowledge that childhood hurts can also have lasting effects, but that’s a topic for another time.)

I’ve been reading a book recommended by missionary Melissa Baccarella. It’s called You Are What You Love by James K.A. Smith. The subtitle is The Spiritual Power of Habit and I’m finding it to be very thought-provoking. This book is the kind that makes me wish I could start over with some things, but one thing it makes me grateful for is the habit of church-going that was developed in me as a child. My habit of being in church on Sunday morning put me in the right place to hear God’s word week after week; it filled my mind with beautiful music and wholesome words; it gave me friends who might notice if I weren’t there. And one day, when I was far from God in my daily practices, it drew me into the vestibule of a church to listen for a few minutes to the service. Probably no one present that day knew I was there, but God was speaking to me and making my heart tender to his leading.

Like beans and cornbread, a habit of going to church is simple but nourishing. Other habits over the years—praying before eating, reciting scripture on the drive to school, collecting missionary cards—have also fed my soul and helped shape my thinking. In his book, Smith covers several areas of life in which habits help shape our loves and our attitudes. Thumbing back through the book recently, I saw that on two separate pages, I had penciled in a statement from Anne Lamott: “We crave what we eat.” I have found this principle to be so true in recent years, applicable to many areas of life.

My encouragement to you today is this: If there is something you know you should do, but you find you don’t love it, just keep doing it. Make it a habit, and one day, you may find yourself craving that very thing.

Proverbs 16:3 says, “Commit your works to the LORD, and your thoughts will be established.” Eat the beans, take the walk, kneel in prayer. Then do it again tomorrow.

Only a Spatula

 

Sometimes I get discouraged in my work at the TN Baptist Children’s Homes. I am a case manager for older residents, and sometimes I feel so disconnected from them. They do not want to meet with me or listen to anything I am trying to teach them. (They already know everything. Maybe you can relate?) I feel like giving up. I ask God why He even brought me there to work. God is addressing my questions and complaints in an unexpected way. He is using a chapter on “Self-Existence” in Jen Wilkens’ book, “None Like Him” to correct some of my thinking. It seems that, unintentionally, I have been trying to steal God’s glory by making this ministry about me. I want these young people to, at the least, not hate me, and maybe even like me, but several are hateful, ungrateful, and unteachable. Sometimes they are downright ornery and disrespectful! Don’t they recognize my gifting?!  When the rewards – praise, gratitude, and adoration – don’t come, I get discouraged, and the doubts about my calling begin. I start to think something I deserve is being withheld. When the fruits of my labor do not manifest, I want to quit. 

Another example of my self-reliance is when I see God answer my prayers in amazing ways, and I begin to feel a sense of self-satisfaction. Saying to myself, "I did the work of spiritual warfare" – like I did something special! Even prayer can become about me! Mercy, what I mess I am! 

I find myself trying to do what only God can do. I cannot save a soul or change a heart.

When a chef uses a spatula to bake a lovely cake, we praise the chef, not the spatula. I have forgotten that I am only a spatula – a tool in God’s hands. He can use me if He chooses or select another tool.

It’s free-ing to allow God to be God. If my TBCH kids refuse Him and I have done my limited part, it is not my problem. When they do not recognize my heart for them or hard work on their behalf, that’s okay, because I am only a spatula.

So, to all my fellow spatulas, let God be God, and don’t try to steal His glory!

joyce hague

(image by bulbandkey.com)

What Elisabeth Elliot and I Peter are Teaching Me about Suffering

 I am sure many of you have heard the story of the slaying of the five missionary men in Ecuador in the 1950s by the fearsome Waorani tribe (the “Aucas,” as they were known to the surrounding tribes). Within one year of the missionaries’ deaths, Elisabeth Elliot, the wife of one of those five men, told their story in a book titled Through Gates of Splendor. She had decided to stay in Ecuador with her young daughter, still burdened for this violent tribe, and even had the opportunity after a few short years to live with the very people who had killed her husband. However, the time she spent with the Waorani people was marked with great challenges. She found herself struggling with the language, how to communicate the gospel, what expectations for life were biblical versus simply the American way of things, and mostly with her coworker in the tribe, Rachel Saint, the sister of one of the other missionary men killed that fateful day. Elliot and Saint both had strong personalities and saw things very differently. While it seems that Elliot wanted to find a way to work together, Saint had too many concerns about Elliot’s faith and decisions that she saw no way forward. After living with the tribe off and on for three years, Elliot decided it was time to leave the jungle. She struggled with this decision – living with this tribe was what she had prayed for. What was God doing? Could this really be part of His plan?

            In a letter to her mom during this time, she wrote, “I find that faith is more vigorously exercised when I can find no satisfying explanation for the way God does things. I have to hope, without any evidence seen, that things will come right in the end – not merely that we shall receive compensation, but that we and all creation will be redeemed. This means infinitely more than the good will eventually outweigh the evil” (quoted in Ellen Vaughn’s Becoming Elisabeth Elliot, chapter 34).

            When Elliot returned to the States, she struggled greatly with the easy pat answers that Christians would give to complex spiritual problems, as if they could know why God was doing what He was doing. Her novel No Graven Image about a single missionary lady in Ecuador shocked many Christians for it didn’t have a happy ending that tied up all the loose ends, but ended instead with a tragic death whereupon the missionary had to choose to trust God even without having her questions answered.

            In 1981, Elliot wrote a second epilogue for the 25^th anniversary edition of her book Through Gates of Splendor. She wrote about the urge for Christians to “oversimplify issues, to weigh in at once with interpretations that cannot possibly cover all the data or stand up to close inspection.” She mentions that some say since five missionaries died, that must mean that x number of Aucas will be saved. In answer to this thought, she writes, “Perhaps so. Perhaps not. Cause and effect are in God’s hands. Is it not the part of faith simply to let them rest there? God is God. I dethrone Him in my heart if I demand that He act in ways that satisfy my idea of justice” (269). She points out that God didn’t answer Job’s questions either as they related to his suffering. With these final words, Elliot closes her epilogue: “It is not the level of our spirituality that we can depend on. It is God and nothing less than God, for the work is God’s and the call is God’s and everything is summoned by Him and to His purposes, the whole scene, the whole mess, the whole package... We are not always sure where the horizon is. We would not know ‘which end is up’ were it not for the shimmering pathway of light falling on the white sea. The One who laid earth’s foundations and settled its dimensions knows where the lines are drawn. He gives all the light we need for trust and obedience” (273).

            In my Sunday night bible study, we have been studying the book of 1 Peter. So much of this book deals with the topic of suffering. Peter wants the churches to know that suffering is a part of the Christian life, that it is not for nothing, and that in the midst of their trials, these believers must “entrust their souls to a faithful Creator while doing good” (1 Peter 4:19). And that one day, the suffering will be over, and that God, “who has called [them] to His eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish [them]” (5:10).

            So, dear sisters in Christ, when trials come our way, and we want to see the whys to make sense of it in our own minds, let us choose to leave those questions with God. And, as Elisabeth Elliot wrote so well, let us hope and believe, even when we can’t see any good that could come out of the suffering, that God will one day redeem it all for His glory. This is the message of Romans 8:28. He causes all things to work together for good. Let us trust Him.

           

--Amy O’Rear

            

Mom

         The timing for it being my turn to post on Cup of Grace coincides with a major life event in our family: Friday my mom went to be with Jesus. She was ready to go, and while we were singing “Praise Him! Praise Him!” in church this morning, I was thinking what an amazing worship experience she must be having at that very moment. Every Sunday gathering of Earth’s Christians is a celebration of Christ’s resurrection, so can you imagine how adoration’s joy must soar beyond words when Heaven’s redeemed gaze on His dear face? May the Father soon send His Son, that we may know that unbounded joy together forever!
        It seems appropriate for this week’s blog that I should post a few poems regarding my mom. The first one I wrote to her as a Mother’s Day gift in 2016. The second one I wrote in 2019, on what would have been my dad’s 74^th birthday. The last one I wrote just a couple weeks ago, when I was with my mom in the ICU – the night we knew her homegoing was imminent. May the truths contained in a few rhyming lines reach out and grab our souls, encouraging each of us to press on in our own race. Mom once told me, “Live every day like it’s your last. One day it will be.” Her last day was February 16, 2024. I don’t know when mine will be, but I pray that I will honor God all the way through, until I, too, see His face. Jesus is worth everything.
          -MaryBeth Hall  

          

Dawn

 “Her children arise up, and call her blessed…” – Prov. 31:28
 
I stepped outside the eighth of May
To cut some flowers for Mothers’ Day,
But stopped on steps and looked about,
For morning did its message shout.
 
The secrets of the clear bright dawn
Sang out to me a mother’s song,
And truths that I saw pictured there
I now write down with you to share.
 
As newly risen sun did shine
On all its pale orange rays did find,
I thought of tender smiles I’ve seen
From my mom, that gave light to me.
 
I heard the varied songs of birds
Who praise their Maker without words.
My mom’s sweet songs still fill my heart,
For she often sang as she moved about.
 
I saw the trees stand tall and straight.
I’ve seen them stay the same; it’s great
To know my mom still steady is
Through all life’s changes of that and this.
 
I felt the gentle breeze of spring
The refreshing coolness that it brings,
Like sweet encouragement to press on
That mom has brought when night was long.
 
I saw and smelled the flowers rare;
A delicate beauty beyond compare
Can only be likened to the touch and sight
Of Mama: when she’s near, all’s right.
 
I had to smile, for then I heard
A rooster calling to his world.
I thought of my mom waking us
Day after day, despite our fuss!
 
Last I wandered to the creek;
I expected busy bubbling to meet,
But in stillness it mirrored the trees above,
As my mom reflects the God she loves.
 
My mom would say she’s not so good,
But I say, she’s done all she could
To live for God and family,
To obey His Word so faithfully.
 
And if one day when my daughters are grown
These truths to them I will have shown
As “Mama” I will successful be.
The secret’s this: Jesus in me.
 
I send these words across the miles
To you, Mom, via e-mail files,
And all my love and hugs come, too.
Thank you for all you are and do!
 
 

 
The Rich Kids
 
“We will not hide them from their children,
telling to the generation to come the praises of the LORD,
and His strength and His wonderful works that He has done.
And that from childhood you have known the Holy Scriptures…
Therefore I love Your commandments more than gold, yes, than fine gold!
The law of Your mouth is better to me than thousands of coins
of gold and silver.” (Ps 78:4, II Tim. 3:15a, 119:127,72)
 
 
A-jingle and a-jangle, daily coins are spent,
As they turn into dollars of years.
We wonder what we did, and where the time went,
But the treasure of a lifetime outlives smiles and tears.
 
Just who are the rich kids in this crazy world?
Who are the ones possessing treasure unfurled?
What can I do to give true wealth to my kids –
Wealth that will steady them when life goes into skids?
 
I think back to my childhood; what really stands out?
It wasn’t a home where money ruled the day,
For my parents saw eternal things that never fade away.
They put a thirst for God in us that will always stay.
 
It wasn’t a home where they hurried away,
To escape little kids when “crazy” held sway.
We weren’t “in the way;” we were valued and loved,
And that freedom from fear was a gift from above.
 
God and His Word flowed in and out of our words
As easily and powerfully as the mightiest of swords.
His Truth was the Boss, Blessing, and Breath
Of an unfading Glory that conquers even death.
 
That is the wealth I desire to give
To my own children for as long as they live.
It steadies a soul as nothing else can,
For this is the wisdom of God’s holy plan.
 
Mom and Dad, thank you, for all you are and did:
A happy childhood and foundation for adulthood
Are worth more than gold to your five kids.
You gave us the best, and we’re so glad you did!
 
A-jingle and a-jangle, daily coins are spent,
As they turn into dollars of years.
We wonder what we did, and where the time went,
But the treasure of a lifetime outlives smiles and tears.
 
 
 

 
The Valley’s Edge
 
 Psalm 23:4
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me..."
 
I stand at valley's edge tonight
With loved one's hand in mine,
And know that though, try as I might,
To let go it is almost time.
 
Memories of days now past
Like whispers kiss my soul.
Truths we lived this life outlast;
They'll see you to your goal.
 
The Spirit, Son, and Father
Will change your faith to sight,
And He can never falter
Who carries you to Light.

At valley's edge we'll watch you go,
And we will trust Him, too;
You taught us how to love and know
The God Who means so much to you.

Prayer Changes People

 

I awoke recently with lines of a children’s song running through my head, and my mind went back to the summer of 1976 when I was a college student in West Virginia. That summer, between my sophomore and junior years at Concord College, I spend several weeks in ministry with Child Evangelism Fellowship. That year of 1976 was one of great spiritual growth for me, and my time with CEF was a large part of my development.

When we teach, we ourselves often learn so much more than the students. As I sang “Did You Ever Talk to God Above?” over and over that summer—in backyards, on porches, and in driveways—I internalized wonderful truths about God’s goodness and power.

The story that accompanies the song is of a little boy who is afraid of horses, unlike his brothers and friends who enjoy riding. One day, he has to ride a horse to summon help.  He is able to overcome his fear by remembering Psalm 56:3—What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee. As he rides the horse over roads and hills, he prays for God’s help and encouragement.

The illustrations for the visualized song are eye-catching, and the tune is completely engaging. The best part of the song, of course, is the lesson it teaches—actually the many lessons. I want to think about the one highlighted in the last verse that says this:

          Find the answer in his word; it’s true.
          You’ll be strong because he walks with you.
          By this faithfulness, he’ll change you, too.
          God answers prayer.

My mom used to have a license plate on the front of her car that said, “Prayer Changes Things.” My dad insisted that this statement was wrong. “Prayer,” he said, “changes people.” When we meet with God to seek his will, we really are changed. We think about his goodness, how power, and his wisdom. We acknowledge that he is the only one who can help us, and we return—or should—to thank him and praise him for answers. I want to add that God’s word also changes people. Like the little boy in the story, we find in the Bible courage to move forward and guidance about what is right. That seeking and obeying changes us.

That summer of ’76 was an important one for me. By the next summer, I was engaged, and Larry and I married in August. We have had a wonderful life together, but no life is without struggles and hard decisions. I’m thankful that God is still using the simple and profound truths from my CEF training to help me in 2024!

 Here's the whole song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2Mdu

--Sherry Poff

In Time With God's Time

 I visited my dad in the ICU a few weeks ago. I flew up to Boston to be with my mom during this extremely challenging rollercoaster of a time.

While we were in the waiting room, once again, my mom commented on how much waiting was involved in these circumstances.

Waiting for the nurse to finish her procedure so we could go sit with him.

Waiting for traffic on the hour-long drive into Boston each day.

Waiting for another call bringing good news, bad news, no news.

Waiting for the test results, a change, answers.

 It’s ironic this topic came up in such a vivid way, as in weeks prior to my visit, God had already been pressing the idea of waiting upon my heart.

 As a church, we know what it is like to wait, long term, for something big. We have been waiting on God’s timing for years now, in anticipation of reconstruction, a new building.

 As humans we wait all the time in such ordinary ways:

Waiting for the water to boil.

Waiting through carline to pick up the kids from school.

Waiting in the grocery line or on hold with customer service.

Waiting to hear about a new job, a new grandbaby.

 It so often feels painful, boring, frustrating. What is so interesting is that the practice of waiting is such a biblical calling, a fully Christian practice. It is a discipline God calls His people to throughout history. In fact, major themes of the Bible are dedicated to waiting. The “already, not yet” concept.

 Quickly coming to mind is Israel waiting in the wilderness. Sarah waiting for a child. Simeon and all of God’s people waiting for their promised Savior. The disciples, in those 3 dark days after Jesus’ death, waiting and wondering what was next. Waiting now for Christ’s return.

 As I think through all of those “already” times in the Bible, I am reminded that in every single circumstance, God delivered. He provided in the wilderness. He gave the child. He sent Jesus to save His people. He rose from the dead.

 And He IS coming again.

 God’s time is not our time. When Adam and Eve were in the garden they worked and walked WITH him, living in God’s time, with God’s time… until the fall.

 Then time bent away from eternity and into a narrow tunnel vision of our own lives, wants, desires, needs, pleasures. We fight against the wait, the interruptions of our own time. We rail against our own selfishness, fear and impatience that come in the moments and seasons of our waiting.

 God answers with “not yet.” He calls those who wait for Him “blessed” in Isaiah 30:18. And as He has shown time and time and time again, He will deliver, provide, give, answer and come again.

 May you and I trust God in our waiting, see good in our waiting, and lean heavily on the promises of God’s faithfulness and timing.

 

--Sandy Gromacki