WWJD

 

Since the late 1880s, “What Would Jesus Do?” has been a slogan, a fad, a watchword or a political rallying cry. The original writer, Charles Sheldon, meant it literally. Today it has devolved into a “higher moral ground” claim by people who use it to justify their own position on anything, even actions directly against Scripture.

 If we wanted to do what Jesus would do, we would start with an absolute and unwavering belief in and agreement with God’s Word, from beginning to end. This belief would inform all our understandings and all our actions. Only the Old Testament Scriptures had been written when Jesus lived, and He wrote them. He quoted the Scriptures hundreds of times, exactly as he meant them the first time. When He said, “but I say unto you,” he was not throwing out the Scriptures; he was explaining them and usually tightening the requirements a bit! He was not some sort of second God, a bit rebellious to the original God; he told us directly that He is God.

 Jesus believed in the creation of the world, the way it is presented in Genesis. (The Word tells us He is the One who did the creating.) He believed the worldwide flood, the promises to Abraham and the miracles of the Exodus. He believed the promises of God to Israel (especially the prophecies regarding Himself!) and the warnings of God to disobedient ones. He acknowledged that sin is what God said is sin. And he affirmed God’s loving offer of forgiveness as available to all.

 I’ve always appreciated Dr. Euler’s oft-repeated statement, “The Word of God is always truer than Steve Euler’s presentation of it.” We don’t seem to be able even to quote God’s Word without putting a bit of our own slant on it. Even Satan used God’s own words to tempt and argue with the Son of God! And Jesus answered him with God’s own words.

·      Many Christians today are following Satan’s lead in cherry-picking, misusing or twisting the words of the Bible with their own brand of “logic,” in order to bolster a position on sin, salvation or politics which is directly against the words of the Bible.

 Some parts of Scripture may be difficult for us to understand, but there is enough which is easy to understand to keep us busy for the rest of our lives! Back in June, Pam wrote a marvelous article tying together obedience, trust and faith. God requires not our understanding, but our obedience. Our obedience requires us to trust Him, and trusting Him grows our faith. We need to trust that His Word says what He meant and we need to obey His Word because He is the Almighty God, even when we would rather not. That is What Jesus Would Do.

--Lynda Shenefield

 

 

A Brief Thought and a Prayer

 

I have been studying the Sermon on the Mount in my quiet times over the last month. In the Beatitudes, as we all know, Christ spoke of the one who is blessed. This completely turned the thinking of his audience on its head. Doesn’t blessing look like riches, joy, confidence, and strength? Yet this is not what Jesus described. 

Are we too looking for blessing in the wrong places? Has 2020 revealed to us that we perhaps also at times have a wrong view of the blessed life?  In our challenges of this year, have we felt less than blessed by God? Do we view our blessings primarily on such issues as being healthy, having the freedom to come and go as we please and keep up our weekly activities, maintaining a secure job, having the “right” President in place, being spared from devastating storms and life circumstances, and keeping our religious freedoms? None of these are on Christ’s list of the one who is blessed. 

The blessed life that Christ describes has nothing to do with circumstances, but has everything to do with character: being poor in spirit, mourning over sin, showing meekness, hungering for the things of God, extending mercy, being a peacemaker, and enduring persecution for Christ’s sake (Matt. 5:1-12). Have you experienced these? You are blessed. Cultivate these, and you will be blessed, whether 2021 looks a lot like 2020 or not.

        Read this Puritan prayer and see the longing for a right view of the blessed life in the middle of a valley. May this be our prayer as we finish out a challenging year.

 

The Valley of Vision

Lord, High and Holy, Meek and Lowly,

Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision,

where I live in the depths but see thee in the heights;

hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold thy glory.

 

Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up,

that to be low is to be high,

that the broken heart is the healed heart,

that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit,

that the repenting soul is the victorious soul,

that to have nothing is to possess all,

that to bear the cross is to wear the crown,

that to give is to receive,

that the valley is the place of vision.

 

Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells,

and the deeper the wells the brighter the stars shine;

 

Let me find thy light in my darkness,

thy life in my death,

thy joy in my sorrow,

thy grace in my sin,

thy riches in my poverty,

thy glory in my valley.

 

-- Amy O.

Finally Home

                                             

When I retired from teaching in 2016, one of my first goals was to find a way to connect with other women of the church.  For the first time I was not teaching Tuesday morning and Tuesday night.  Those were the times the ladies of the church met for Bible study and prayer.

Tuesday morning was all I had hoped for.  I loved the first minutes of simply visiting and getting to know one another, then sharing our burdens and requests and hearing others pray fervently for our needs, then the time of Bible study.  I got to know that group of women in a special way.  One of those women was Renee Bottoms.  Amy O’Rear has shared so beautifully the relationship she had with Renee, but I want to, no, I need to share what I started the morning I found out Renee was Home.  I knew Renee casually before I began attending the Bible study, but that class sealed the deal.  We had an immediate connection.

Outwardly Renee and I did not have much in common with our backgrounds.  She had been a lawyer, had beaten cancer, had married Rick later in life, then had moved with Rick from Texas to Chattanooga.  I moved here fresh from grad school to teach, then married and had five children, homeschooled for twenty years, then went back to teaching, and ultimately found myself alone.  It doesn’t sound like much in common to build a friendship, but build one we did.

This morning I read back through about six months of our texts and found tears running down my cheeks.  She was the friend who allowed you to say whatever you needed to say, and in return, felt free herself in the relationship.  We sat and talked on my porch over lunch, we sat on swings on her back porch, we sat in her Texas room and shared our childhoods.  We called and talked, but more frequently we texted.  And now I have those texts to go back to. I want to share some of those texts to show you what kind of woman Renee was.

5/28  I’m getting well practiced at praising God.

6/18  I regularly pray for all of your children (know it’s close to your heart) but you never told how I can pray for YOU.

6/25  Praise God that He allows doctors the ability to give relief.

7/1  Rick and I prayed and God resolved.  My faith is strengthened and God showed off His faithfulness again!!

7/4  I have struggled but the Lord has helped me level out again.  He promises not to give me more than He will equip me to endure (I Corinthians 10:13).  And I’m holding on to that. . . . .I’m asking for wisdom and trust His James 1:5 promise that He’ll help me know.  The effort of asking and listening is day to day.  Please pray for my courage and faithfulness and peace.

7/5  Today is another good day—praising God!!  Trying to focus on each and every one.  So thankful to count you a faithful and trusted friend.

7/10  We certainly do live in a strange time.  So wish Jesus would come.

8/1  I’m hanging on!  And feeling His presence and that is enough, just like He said.

8/27  Looking forward to Faith-time.

8/31  Thank you for being in the yoke with me on this phase of life.

9/18  God has used it (a broken wrist) to show His continual presence in incredible ways.  Even in this, He is here.  But I am so weak, with so little courage.

Can you see Renee?  She knew Scripture and could apply it even on difficult days.  She had a vital relationship with her Savior. She loved her friends and showed it.  She prayed for her friends and their concerns.  Renee was not a perfect woman.  She had difficult days and nights.  She had fears. One of the fears she shared with me was her fear of smothering.  What if they turned the oxygen up as high as it would go and she still couldn’t breathe?

On September 22 I had just loaded up the beans and rice she had asked for.  I had planned even to stop at Taco Bell to get her the tostados she yearned for.  And then I got the word that Renee had stepped through the door of Heaven the night before.  In my head I heard this song,

        But just think of stepping on shore and finding it Heaven,

        Of touching a hand and finding it God’s, 

        Of breathing new air and finding it celestial,

        Of waking up in Glory and finding it Home.

        Finally Home!

Renee didn’t need to struggle to breathe. Her oxygen never got turned to the highest.  Instead she’s breathing new air and finding it celestial.

Above my kitchen sink is a sticky note that says Renee, a reminder to pray for my friend.  I’m not ready to take it down yet.  I miss her, but every time I see it I think, “She’s breathing celestial air,” and I smile.

                       ~~Faith Himes Lamb

Finally Home        https://youtu.be/oRQM7_FjnxU

                                                                      

That Time of Year

 

That time of year thou mayest in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon the boughs that shake against the cold,
Bare, ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.

Shakespeare’s lovely Sonnet 73 contains the message that we learn to appreciate things and people when we know we’re about to lose them. The poet uses three metaphors for life: a year, a day, and a fire. Each—the day, the year, and the fire—is coming to an end. In some ways, the poem is a bit melancholy, but I like to focus on the beauty that is undeniably present in each situation: autumn colors, sunset, and glowing embers. Obviously, it’s the autumn colors that are on my mind this week. 

I sit on my porch and just marvel at the red in the dogwood leaves against the deep yellow hickory across the street. Driving to school or church, I have to make myself watch the road, so beautiful are the colors around me. I was telling my granddaughter Wren that the color in the leaves is there all year, but we don’t see it until the chlorophyll goes out of the leaves to reveal it. That simple explanation is mostly correct, but the truth is that lots of changes bring about the colors we enjoy this time of year—chemical changes caused by temperature and amount of light. We are women; we know about chemical changes. Am I right?

And here I find another object lesson to ponder as I sit on my porch or walk in my neighborhood. Through all the changes of my life, do I appear beautiful? What is revealed when my “true colors” show through? We are all experiencing change, regardless of our age. It’s a fact of life. But I’ve been meditating on James 1 recently, and I take great pleasure in noting that our God does not change. In fact, we read that He is the one “in whom is no variableness neither shadow of turning.”

When changes come to us, we may view them as trials, but these trials can have the result of developing patience in our lives, of making us more beautiful than ever before, making us “perfect and entire” and a little more like our Heavenly Father.

The first chapter of James has other lessons drawn from nature. Why not read it now? Better yet, memorize a few verses you can meditate on as you take a walk in this lovely weather--before it goes away. 

--Sherry Poff

 

                                                                                                                         

On the Beauty of a Queen

 

When I served as an AWANA leader, we had Bible Character Night every October. All the kids dressed up as Bible characters instead of goblins, vampires, and witches. The kids would line up and parade by the leaders while we decided who would win the costume awards. I enjoyed the creativity (or lack thereof) displayed in their costumes. There was the “blind man” who literally wore window blinds. One of the lepers always showed up with toilet paper bandages, drawn-on sores, and a pitiful look on his face. Several Marys wearing bathrobes and sandals arrived with their baby Jesus’ wrapped in towels. The scandalous Samaritan woman wore heavy eye makeup and lots of jewelry. One year my two daughters and their friend came wearing my husband’s fire gear posing as three wise men “coming from afar.” (Get it?) And without fail, a few Queen Esthers always showed up wearing purple or blue gowns and plastic bejeweled crowns. Little girls (and big girls) are fascinated by queens and princesses.

I too have been drawn into the story of Queen Esther. In the first two chapters of the book of Esther, the words beauty, lovely, and favor are used repeatedly. That (and Disney) can lead us to romanticize what being a queen is like. We imagine a beautiful woman dressed in royal attire wearing her crown proudly while servants grant her every desire. The king listens to her wisdom and acts accordingly. He loves and cherishes her. Everyone admires her. We forget that the palace can be a dangerous place. Some may become jealous of her. They might stab her in the back figuratively or even literally. Women can be catty. A queen or princess never knows whom she can trust.

As an orphan and an exile, Esther came to the palace with heavy burdens. The government ripped her from her family, and she was essentially raped. Women like her who did not become queen, were used once by the King and then placed with the other concubines. They would not come before the King again unless requested by him. (Maybe they were relieved?) Even Queen Esther could not come into the King’s presence lacking an invitation without risking death. The beauty of the women in that culture was a liability.

Yet, we all long for beauty and admiration, and that is why stories revolving around queens and princesses draw us. Not only do we want beauty in ourselves, but we want to visit lovely places, live in beautiful homes, and drive attractive cars. Beauty is big business! Think of all the hair products, cosmetics, beauty treatments, home décor products, etc. What are we chasing?

We are chasing Shalom. “The webbing together of God, humans, and all creation in justice, fulfillment, and delight is what the Hebrew prophets call shalom. We call it peace, but it means far more than mere peace of mind or a cease-fire between enemies. In the Bible, shalom means universal flourishing, wholeness, and delight – a rich state of affairs in which natural needs are satisfied and natural gifts fruitfully employed, a state of affairs that inspires joyful wonder as its Creator and Savior opens doors and welcomes the creatures in whom he delights. Shalom, in other words, is the way things ought to be.” (Cornelius Plantinga Jr, “A Breviary of Sin.”)

We are longing for things to be the way God created them to be. We are longing to be physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually whole. Goodness, truth, and beauty are interconnected, and the source is God Himself. He is good and trustworthy and beautiful, and we are made in His image. Imagine how beautiful we and all of Creation would be if we were uncorrupted by sin. Although we will not experience complete wholeness in this life, all of us can experience a measure of wholeness if we lay it all in God’s hands and submit to His authority. Are you withholding anything from Him? Maybe there is generational sin, deception, unforgiveness, bitterness, rebellion, pride, bondage, or fear. These things are ugly and reek of death.

Sometimes people put up walls to protect themselves from others. We do not have to do that with Him. We can lay bare our souls to Him and know He will love us no matter what. He is good and wants good things for us. He can be trusted with every part of ourselves, even the distinctly ugly parts. He can bring healing, life, and beauty. 

The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me,
Because the Lord has anointed me
To bring good news to the afflicted;
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
To proclaim liberty to captives
And freedom to prisoners;
To proclaim the favorable year of the Lord
And the day of vengeance of our God;
To comfort all who mourn,
To grant those who mourn in Zion,
Giving them a garland instead of ashes,
The oil of gladness instead of mourning,
The mantle of praise instead of a spirit of fainting.
So they will be called oaks of righteousness,
The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.

Then they will rebuild the ancient ruins,
They will raise up the former devastations;
And they will repair the ruined cities,
The desolations of many generations.

Isaiah 61:1-4

 

joyce hague

Clarifying

 

 Many mornings I listen to an interesting man on Christian radio named Brant Hansen. (Yes, another Brant!) In the first few weeks of this virus, Brant told his audience (including me) that these times would be “clarifying.” That word “clarifying” has stayed with me for months. Now we have not only the virus, but also the unrest that has been destroying some of our cities and infringing on our liberties.

 Clarifying - Making something less confusing or easier to understand, being certain or definite, encouraging sharpness.

 How can a “pandemic” be clarifying? How can “concern for our wonderful country” be clarifying?   How can a “mountaintop experience” be clarifying? How can any event in our lives be “clarifying”?

1. Clarifying my opinion of the Lord (To me, the most important): 

Sometimes during difficult times, my heart echoes Psalm 10:1 - “Why, Lord, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?”

 How can we keep from being defeated by doubting our Lord and His plan during difficult times? We must go to the eternal Word of God! That cannot be overstated.

 Psalm 16:8 states: “I have set the Lord always before me; because He is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.”

 SET - This is a definite decision that has to be made - to “set something” before me. Why “before me”? That is so I can see Him and follow Him. Sometimes He is moving...sometimes still. Then I have to WAIT! Ugh! J

 How do we “see” Him? By reading and meditating on His Word!

 2. Clarifying my attitude (this goes along with my other point):

How many times during these few months have I asked to myself and out loud (poor Brant): “How can just one man/a few people dictate to the whole country/state what to do?” “Why do they keep moving the goal posts?” “We need to get going...get back to our normal routines.” Boy, my attitude has been clarified! I am not very happy with the circumstances!

Well...this restlessness and aggravation and concern I feel many days cannot be changed by my wishing it is not so. It has to be that I “set” the Lord before me and look to Him.

Do I always do that? No! But this change inside me (which sometimes is a daily battle) is a CHOICE because of what I find in my Lord.

Psalm 18 (almost overwhelming with goodness):

Verse one is a declaration:

I will love You, O Lord, my strength (when I cannot go on...).

² The Lord is my rock (the kind that cannot be crushed, perhaps a foundation, something steadfast, maybe solid in the same place for ages)...

and my fortress (a place of safety, protection, like some of the castles we have seen in England and Germany...can withstand the blows of the enemy)...

and my deliverer (SO...this would imply that the enemy might overtake me, but God will deliver

me. This enemy can be worry, doubt, fear, pride...); 

My God (personal), my strength (we need this word again), in Whom I will trust (choice, determination - not just “love” as in verse one, but “trust”); 

My shield or buckler (used in hand-to-hand combat...God fighting close to me) and the horn (implies anointing me with power) of my salvation, my stronghold or high tower (protection).

³ I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised.

 

OUR CHOICES CLARIFY WHERE WE STAND IN A CHALLENGING TIME.

--Maylou Holladay

 

 

 

It Just Happened

 

“Happen” is an interesting word with too many meanings. The dictionary gives meanings of “to take place; occur,” and “find or come across by chance.” Because we understand the word so well, we don’t think very deeply about it. We use it in many questions as a catch-all. “What happened?” “How did that happen?” “Why did it happen?” Or even, “What’s happenin’?” If we put the word “just” in front of it, we mean either that it occurred very recently or that it occurred by accident, without cause or plan. “I don’t know why; it just happened.”

 If we look around us, we see that many unhappy things have occurred in the past few months. Nobody accidentally or deliberately caused the Easter tornado to happen. It just happened. Someone may or may not have caused the COVID-19 virus to blow across the entire globe. Or maybe it just happened. Some of us have gotten sick with other things, for reasons we don’t understand. Some have lost work, possessions, even people for reasons we can’t understand.

 If, as believers, we look at our lives in light of God’s word, we should probably not use the phrase, “It just happened,” unless we mean the occurrence was recent. Our lives are not a series of accidental occurrences. Psalm 139 details the knowledge the Creator of the universe has of our entire lives – our beginnings, our actions before they “happen,” even our thoughts before we think them. (Considering the natural bent of our thoughts, that’s quite frightening.)  Read the whole Psalm. Verse 13 starts at our beginning; “for You formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.” And for the present time, v. 16 says, “all the days chosen for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.”

 You did not just happen. Your life to this point is not just a series of accidental happenings. You may have been formed in an unusual fashion or had your physical form changed by something that happened. You may have had disasters in your life that shaped your attitudes, hopes or fears. You may have had wonderful influences in your life that shaped your attitudes, hopes or courage. But wherever you are and however you are, you did not “just happen.”

 Sometimes we may understand why things happened in our lives; sometimes we may guess wrong. Sometimes we never know. It is faith in God’s goodness that assures us there are reasons for odd occurrences.

In an incident related in the Bible (John 9), Jesus’s disciples made two wrong guesses about why a man was born blind and had suffered for an entire lifetime. Jesus said there was a real reason – that the works of God might be displayed in him. From that point, the man’s life played out quickly and well -- until the religious leaders got involved with their unbelief.

 When we struggle with unbelief, or maybe just confusion, pain and longing, God’s Word tells us of His goodness, purpose and plan. And our sisters have helped us with recent posts. Joyce reminded us God has placed authorities in our lives, deliberately and for our good. Faith mentioned that we do, indeed, have many unhappy “happenings,” but our “strong tower” is not a wobbly Jenga game. Amy encouraged us to “complain” to God in a Scriptural way and seek His comfort.  Maylou pointed out the repetition of “the gracious hand of my God” as the rock sustaining Ezra and Nehemiah in a time of desperate “happenings.” And Sherry gave us an awesome daily checklist that can help us prevent disasters from happening to our spiritual health.

 It did not just happen. You did not just happen. Let us trust the “gracious hand of our God” for the real reason – that the works of God might be displayed in us.

 

--Lynda Shenefield