Sunday, April 30, 2017

GROWING SEEDS: Road to Ammeus: Valley of Shadow of Death or Road to Life

 


Road to Ammeus:
Valley of Shadow of Death or Road to Life


Today......marks 5 years since Mom died.   Just hours before she left this earth for good in a quaint simple home in Garland, my entire family held hands while gathered around her bed and prayed the Lords Prayer over this shell-of-a-woman who had shaped and glued her family together while on this earth. 
When people simply let their scars meet - Healing Truth can meet their scars.

We knew our time with her was short....and we knew she was walking at that very moment through the Shadow of Death.  We walked this death trail with her until we came to the split in the road.  We kissed her good-bye, told her we would see her soon and sent her down the path to the Road to Life....all the while blowing her kisses as she never looked back.

Our hearts were broke, cracked, bleeding and scarred.....much like Christ's body.....yet strangely peaceful.

And this day of remembering a Mom so deeply loved, who walked a hilly and dusty path with each of her kids and grand kids, teaching us all what the love of Christ looked like, is the same path Christ walked with His two followers that important day He walked to Ammeus.  A road between the Shadow of Death and the Road to Life.

"...and their eyes were opened, and they recognized Him..."
~ Luke 24:31

Sunday, April 23, 2017

GROWING SEEDS: "So, How Are You Spending My Blood?"

 


 Jesus:  "So, How Are You Spending My Blood?"


THIS
          IS
              CHRIST'S
                                 BLOOD
                                               SPILLED
                                                                 FOR
                                                                          YOU.

It's the week after Jesus bled drops of blood with your name on it..a drop for Cindy...a drop for Harry...a drop for Kathy...a drop for you and a drop for me....and then His Father breathed life back into him.  Do we grasp the hugeness of this?  And yes, hugeness is a legitimate word.  I looked it up.

His disciples finally figured it out.  Although scared, fearful of the authorities and baffled over what just happened, they finally understood. They connected the dots of what He had been telling them all along......

And I sometimes worry......that maybe we haven't quite grasped it.

Have we heard this story so many times that we have become callous to it?  Did we spend more time thinking about what we were going to wear or what to eat for lunch on Easter Sunday, that once we walked out the church doors, Easter was over and we went back to life-as-we-know-it?  Did we remember the easter bunny but forget about the blood?

Friends, the story isn't over.....it's just beginning.  Because of that drop of blood with your name on it, the church.....the very church you are sitting in today....was being planned, organized, set up.....and the people weren't thinking about anything except that drop of blood reserved with their name on it and how they were to use it.

I never knew death could be so sweet.

"God allowed the blood of His Son to be shed.
What was His hope as He did that;
What does He expect from you?
These are things that you must
consider carefully."
ManHee Lee

Sunday, April 16, 2017

GROWING SEEDS: Easter

 

 


It's Easter Sunday......

This week, I tripped over the cat and busted my face on the hardwood floor, leaving me in a crime-scene-sized pool of blood, requiring a trip to the ER and gorilla glue that now looks like a goatee on my chin.....

This week, I missed an entire night of sleep.....jumping at each thunder crash....closing my eyes at each bolt of lightening...and holding my hands to my ears to avoid hearing the pounding rain on a roof that has seen too much rain....

This week, I put my beloved in our unreliable handicap van and drove him a 100 miles to an orthopedic surgeon to find out why he was in such pain in the one hip that was never broken.....

And this week......I. Have. Felt. Broken.  So badly broken. 

This week 2000 years ago, Jesus finished His walk through the mud of this world and arrived Home......He always knew this world was not His home.  His chin also was bloodied......he spent a long horrific, terrifying night without sleep.....and his hip hurt as he used the muscles from it to support His body on the cross.  He was broken.....oh-so-very-broken. 

He Was Living Life, Friends. 
Much like you and me.


A life that included blood, fear and pain......so we could be part of His family.  So this journey we're stumbling through, wouldn't be a journey in vain.  So that the blood, fear and pain we feel, would be full of hope and promise and love and arms holding us tight in the scary times.

Our Home is at the end of this road because of today.....Easter.....because He not only died for you....but He rose for you

It's Easter Sunday.......

It's Easter Sunday......

THIS WEEK, I tripped over the cat and busted my face on the hardwood floor, leaving me in a crime-scene-sized pool of blood, requiring a trip to the ER and gorilla glue that now looks like a goatee on my chin.....

THIS WEEK, I missed an entire night of sleep.....jumping at each thunder crash....closing my eyes at each bolt of lightening...and holding my hands to my ears to avoid hearing the pounding rain on a roof that has seen too much rain....

THIS WEEK, I put my beloved in our unreliable handicap van and drove him 100 miles to an orthopedic surgeon to find out why he was in such pain in the one hip that was never broken.....

AND THIS WEEK
......I. Have. Felt. Broken. So badly broken.

THIS WEEK 2000 years ago, Jesus finished His walk through the mud of this world and arrived Home......He always knew this world was not His home. His chin also was bloodied......he spent a long horrific, terrifying night without sleep.....and his hip hurt as he used the muscles from it to support His body on the cross. 


He was broken.....oh-so-very-broken.
 
He Was Living Life, Friends.
Much like you and me.

A life that included blood, fear and pain......so we could be part of His family. So this journey we're stumbling through, wouldn't be a journey in vain. So that the blood, fear and pain we feel, would be full of hope and promise and love and arms holding us tight in the scary times.

Our Home is at the end of this road because of today.....Easter.....because He not only died for you....but He rose for you.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

GROWING SEEDS: Brokeness of the Crowd

 

"Nothing Can Ever Separate Us From God's Love. 
Not Death

 
Not Life
Not Angels or Demons
Not Our Fears For Today
Or Our Worries About Tomorrow
Not Even the Powers of Hell
Can Separate Us From God's Love."
Romans 8:38


Sometimes we have to be broken to be made whole.  Sometimes we have to "hit bottom" in order to reach the top.....

We come to church.....we sing peaceful hymns on Sundays.  We spend time picking out a favorite outfit to meet Him in the pews of this lovely church each Sunday.  And maybe we even attend the Wednesday morning Bible Study with the Pastor, all the while expecting to find Him there.  But do you look and expect to find him in a pink slip, a dropping stock market, a foreclosure or maybe war? 

So often we fail to see Him in the storms of this life....

It has been my experience that these storms in life are when I hear Him the clearest.  The loss of a beloved parent.....the loss of a job.....the loss of health......the loss of your house. 

Satan works his best to throw arrows at an exhausted Christian.....

Remember the movie "The Wizard of Oz"?  The thing that scared me the most in that movie wasn't the Scarecrow or the Tin Man or even the Lion.  It was those ugly flying evil monkeys sent by the wicked witch.  They always came around when they didn't see Glenda, the good witch, nearby.  They taunted Dorothy when Glenda was out-of-sight.  The second Dorothy called out for Glenda's help, though, the monkeys left.   It's the same with God and Satan and his little flying-evil-monkey-demons.

I've discovered that if I can just recognize these demons before, instead of after, they have attacked me, I stand a better chance of overcoming them.  Like Dorothy, if I can just learn to EXPECT them to show up....to watch for them, then I'm armed and ready for them when they do.  So I started naming those flying-evil-monkeys in my life:  Pride.  Fear.  Anxiety.  Anger.  Impatience.  Well, you get the point.  When Demon-Anxiety shows up....well, I recognize him right off.....instead of two hours later.

We are promised we cannot go where God is not.  So look over your shoulder.....place your go-to scripture on your cell screensaver and call out to God when you hear those flying-evil-monkeys coming at you.  Recognize them before they attack and harm you.  God will leap to your side faster than you can say, "Come Quick, Lord.....they're backkkkkkk."

Sunday, April 2, 2017

GROWING SEEDS: The Choice Is Ours


 
"My sheep listen to My voice; I know them and they follow me. 
I give them eternal life and they will never perish. 
No one can snatch them away from me,
for My Father has given them to Me and He is more powerful than anyone else." 
John 10:27-29


Chuck and I have always loved to visit a place called Ouray, Colorado, located in the western-most part of Colorado.  The mountains are taller, the sky is bluer and there is just something amazingly special about this little slice of heaven on earth.  Ouray is on the eastern side of a large mountain from the town of Telluride and one of the most famous (and exciting!) ways to get from Ouray to Telluride is through a muddy dirt path called Black Bear Pass. 

This path is narrow, winding, rocky and quite dangerous.  You need a 4-wheel drive and nerves of steel to take it.  But if you choose to go this route....this difficult, treacherous and often scary trail..... you will see beauty your eyes have never seen before.  You will pass waterfalls and fields of wildflowers and clean, thin mountain air.

You will pass sheepherders with thousands of sheep covering the sides of the mountain.  You will see how a good sheepherder will be ahead of his sheep.....not behind them.....and when he turns right, they turn right; when he stops, they stop.  Most follow him because they trust him.....they know his voice when he calls out to them and they know he will not lead them off the side of a mountain to sure death.

But some.....yes there are some.....who step outside the safety of the sheepherder and find their own path.  They willfully stray from the flock and choose to leave the shepherd and the sheepfold. 

And just know, my fellow sheep, there is a difference between being "snatched away" by the force of another and choosing free will.....choosing to live in the world instead of in God our Shepherd who guides us to water, on safe paths and ultimately, to our Home.  We were given a gift at Easter......wrapped up tight in white linen and layed in a tomb with all our sins attached to it.  We were given a choice of resting eternally from our strenuous journey up the mountain or sure-death by taking our own path.

The choice is ours.