Friday, December 23, 2016

The fat belongs to the Lord (and everything else)...


My husband jokingly says that when we remodel the kitchen we should hang a vinyl saying up of Leviticus 3:16 ...All the fat belongs to the LORD!
We laugh and laugh about that!  But it's truly right!  Everything belongs to the Lord!  We simply are gifted all that we have by our loving Lord.
After working at a church now for over 5 years (my first non-secular job, ever), I have seen firsthand the way that a church body respects and cares for the bounty of goods and finances that the Lord provides.  An annual church budget is merely people trying to guess what the Lord may choose to provide in a given year and how to best utilize that gift.
I remember my first real tithe as a new believer.  It wasn't 10% by any means, but it was a sacrifice and a commitment of trust in the Lord.  I willingly placed that $20 bill in the plate, knowing full well that I had nothing left until my next pay day.
We had fallen on very hard times, my first husband was out of a job and we had two kids at home.  I had been denied food stamps and had the insulting experience of getting a food donation from our local food bank which consisted of a jar of Ragu, a box of spaghetti noodles, a cake mix, and a foil bagged garlic bread.  I remember thinking, I had no eggs or oil to make a cake with, but at least I could make meatless spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner.
Just as my children were beginning to eat, I sat down, opened the bread (that I had merely sliced and placed on their plates), only to realize the bread was moldy.  I will never forget that experience. 
To this day, I always try to give good food to people and food drives as much as possible.
My husband and I have absolutely nothing to do with the church finances, and we like it that way!  It is all handled by our treasurer, financial secretary, and the church board members.  We don't want to know what people do (or don't) give.  It's just best that way.
However, it seems that more and more, people do not understand the importance of faithful giving and how it directly impacts the operation of the church.  It amazes me how many times, lights are left on, ac/furnace units are cranked up and left running, and doors are not shut properly in any given day at the church.  I and my husband regularly go around shutting things off at the church.  Or how many people contact a church asking for money.  I often want to say, we're a church, not a bank.  But I don't!
Even when I was living in those hard times, I didn't ask the church for money.  It just didn't seem right.  After I got saved, I want to serve the church, not have the church serve me.  I literally volunteered to clean the church and found it to be a sweet time of fellowship with the Lord, just me and Him cleaning.
But that doesn't seem to be the norm in todays world.  Take last Sunday, we had to cancel church services, because of the weather.  It's always a hard call, and my husband left it up to the deacon's to decide.  Because on those extreme mornings, its really hard to expect trustees and others to brave the bad weather and get the church opened up and ready.  So church was cancelled, which means, no offering was taken.  Its no surprise that a missed Sunday offering will never be completely made up financially.  It shows in the bottom line, every time.
I found this page online all about tithes and offerings and found it to be very enlightening.  http://www.raptureready.com/resource/aycock/tithing.htm#a4 (I am not familiar with this website and cannot endorse it).  Its clear that giving to the Lord is more a heart matter than a financial one.  God wants our trust in Him, solely. 
So many times, the Lord has surprised me over the years,with His provision!  It never gets old!  God has my back and my heart!  I am so very thankful!

Saturday, December 10, 2016

An Attempt at Biblical Theology in Poetic Verse by Peter Cushman



I think it’s fair to say that art can reach the inner person quicker than an outline (though perhaps “art” is a strong word for my poem!). That is the thrust behind this attempt to summarize the storyline of the Bible. My goal was to produce something that would arrest the reader with the brilliance and intricacy of the Scriptures by tying the major themes together. I wanted the lifelong Sunday-school learner to come away with a fresh vision of what God is doing in history and the privileged role that He has given to us. Take a look, and see what you think. 

(This poem is written in anapestic meter; each foot has two unaccented syllables followed by an accented syllable. Each line (with a few exceptions) contains nine syllables, three metric feet.)

    In the beginning there was nothing,
    Nothing but God, holy, unchanging.
    Sharing one nature in three persons,
    Father, Son, Spirit, never ending.

    God needed nothing for completion,
    But for the brilliance of his glory,
    He chose to speak into existence
    A world to share in His great story.
    With three simple yet powerful words

    This great King created a kingdom.
    His world reflected him perfectly,
    To rule it all a man named, Adam.

    God gave man everything to enjoy
    And lived with man in that special place.
    God’s Word would be the authority
    Bringing blessing and light from God’s face.

    But like a dead fly in the ointment
    The old snake invaded the Garden.
    God’s enemy, using deception,
    Tempted man to doubt God’s love for him.

    Believing we would be happier
    Out from under God’s authority,
    Man listened to the words of Satan
    And ate, losing sinless purity.

    Shame instantly haunted the couple,
    So they hid from God’s presence in fear.
    Like a patient who’s ripped out his lifeline,
    Death entered the picture from here.

    Bound by what’s right, God cursed the whole world
    Because sin corrupted everything.
    But God promised to crush the devil
    To set the world free from death’s sting.

    Man’s evil progressed from bad to worse.
    Murder and deceit ravished the earth.
    So God wiped the world clean with water,
    But man’s heart was still wicked from birth.

    Move forward to Genesis twelve now.
    God chose to bless one man, Abraham.
    God promised him people and a place.
    This family will be God’s new program.

    God multiplied Abram’s family;
    In Egypt he saved them from famine.
    He promised a ruler from Judah,
    But an evil Pharaoh enslaved them.

    Israel cried out for deliverance,
    So God sent them the savior, Moses.
    God broke Pharaoh’s back with His power.
    Nothing could stop Abraham’s promise.

    God led them through water and desert
    Bringing them to the mountain, Sinai.
    Through Moses He gave them His good Law,
    But their hearts were too hard for that rabbi.

    God lived with his people in a tent;
    He guided them by fire and cloud.
    But most people still wouldn’t listen.
    Their stomachs were growling too loud.

    God provided rest for His people
    By placing them in the Promised Land.
    He lived with them there in the temple.
    David held Judah’s scepter in hand.

    But God’s people still would not listen.
    They rejected the LORD, their True King.
    The problem runs deep on the inside,
    So God promised internal cleansing.

    He would put his Spirit inside us,
    Which would make us alive forever.
    But this gift would cost God everything;
    God’s King would be crushed for God’s pleasure.

    God would send us His Sinless Servant.
    He’d live for the needy and poor.
    Then give up His life as a ransom,
    And rise from the dead as the Savior.

    But that was far into their future.
    First the Jews would suffer God’s judgment.
    God sent His people to Babylon,
    Barred from God’s presence in punishment.

    They cried out to God for deliverance,
    And God remembered His promise.
    He brought his people home to Canaan,
    Where they waited through years of silence…

    …Heaven is about to burst open.
    It starts with an angel and Mary.
    He tells her she’ll give birth to a Son.
    God moves in remembrance of mercy.

    This one will be Son of the Most High.
    He’ll rule from the throne of His Father.
    He’ll bring the best news for all people.
    His name will be Jesus, the Savior.

    When her time for delivery arrived,
    She went to the city of David.
    She laid her firstborn in a manger.
    The Lord became what He created.

    The trickle from heaven exploded
    As thousands of angels announced him.
    “Great joy that will be for all people;
    The Lord Christ is born in Bethlehem.”

    Jesus grew in wisdom and stature
    Until John appeared in the desert.
    A voice crying in the wilderness,
    telling people, “Turn from sin’s pleasure!”

    Then one day He made his appearance.
    Jesus came to John in the Jordan.
    He was baptized and filled with God’s Spirit.
    Coming up the heavens split open.

    The Spirit brought Him to be tempted.
    In the desert He faced the old snake.
    But this Man is what we all should be;
    God’s commandments He never would break.

    He read from the prophet Isaiah
    That He came to preach good news to man.
    He healed the sick and cast out demons.
    He lived to fulfill His Father’s plan.

    He called twelve to be His disciples,
    And prepared them for what would come next.
    God’s people would betray their Savior.
    They’d ask Pilate to put Him to death.

    But this was His purpose for coming,
    So He rode into Jerusalem.
    He ate one last meal with His brothers,
    And sweat blood through prayer in the garden.

    Submitting His will to the Father,
    He went with the guards to stand trial.
    The religious leaders blasphemed Him,
    Not to mention Peter’s denial.

    Finally the high priest simply asked Him,
    “Are you the Christ, Son of the Blessed?”
    Then Jesus responded from Daniel,
    “I’ll come with the angels of heaven.”

    They dragged Him to stand before Pilate
    Demanding he crucify Jesus,
    So Pilate gave into their wishes.
    They beat Him; His back torn from lashes.

    They marched Jesus out of the city
    Where they pinned Him to die on a tree.
    They railed Him with curses and cruelty
    As He bled out for you and for me.

    The Father took all of His anger
    Pent up from the filth of mankind.
    He poured the whole cup out on Jesus,
    The payment of your sins and mine.

    They took His corpse down that same Friday,
    And buried Him in a rich man’s tomb.
    The women from Galilee saw it;
    They’d return when the Sabbath was through.

    As the first light was dawning on Sunday,
    Several women came bringing spices.
    They paused as they noticed the entrance.
    They entered…no body inside it.

    Then an angel appeared in the tomb,
    And told them that they should not fear him.
    “Did you come here looking for Jesus?
    The Lord is alive; Christ is risen!”

    The women could hardly believe it!
    They rushed back to deliver the news.
    But the twelve thought this tale was idle.
    To believe it they’d need living proof.

    That night the group gathered in secret
    Afraid of what might happen to them.
    Then Jesus appeared behind locked doors.
    Their Lord had come back from the dead!

    He opened their minds to the Scriptures,
    And taught them for forty days longer.
    He promised to send them God’s Spirit.
    The church would be built by this Power.

    Then Jesus sat down by His Father.
    Where He rules as the judge of mankind.
    While the twelve returned to the city,
    To be clothed with this Power on High.

    Later, when they all met together
    Tongues of fire appeared on each one.
    They shared the great message of Jesus.
    The church was born and thousands were won.

    The twelve started in Jerusalem;
    Then they reached people in Judea.
    The news was growing and increasing
    As they moved into Samaria.

    The gospel spread all over the earth,
    And the news is still moving forward.
    Jesus continues building His church
    As the Cornerstone; we’re brick and mortar.

    Then on the day known by the Father,
    King Jesus will return in the sky.
    He’ll come in great power and glory.
    At His word all his enemies die.

    He’ll rule as the true Son of David
    Over God’s kingdom for one thousand years.
    He’ll radically transform creation.
    The King of Kings will wipe away tears.

    At the end He’ll forever damn Satan;
    God’s enemy will never return.
    Then He’ll resurrect every person,
    And judge each based on what he has earned.

    Some will be rescued from the fire,
    Those who trusted in Jesus alone.
    He’ll welcome them into God’s presence.
    They’ll worship the Lord on His throne.

    God will make a New Heaven and Earth
    Where His people will live forever.
    He’ll restore the Garden of Eden.
    The story ends happily ever after.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Dying to get out of this place

Have you ever felt that you were dying?  I mean really that its eminent or you are near death?  Maybe a close call with a sickness or accident? I just experienced that this morning.
My mind was flooded with thoughts and my heart with emotions.  It must be like that whenever someone dies because we hear stories similar to that often.  It must be very human to have your thoughts racing.
I am ready to die, I have trusted Christ as my Savior and believe that His sacrifice on Calvary paid my sin debt to God.  I'm at peace that way, I don't question that I will go to heaven, and I am so very thankful to God for that blessed assurance.  But I realized I'm not ready to go yet.  I have more to do here.  More people to love.  Especially my husband and children and grandchildren.
That's what was the most prominent thought running through my mind in just a split second.  More to do.
When is enough, enough? How much good can we do to leave a legacy? What is a legacy or inheritance may be a better question?  What exactly of importance does one leave behind?  Does anything we do truly matter?  What will people remember about us when we are just a memory?  I am grappling with these thoughts today.  I think of  legacy as a life theme; what is my life theme?  How will people sum me up once I'm six feet under?  What will carry on?
Do you ever think like that?  These are all new thoughts for me, for the most part.  I have thought a little bit about this topic, but never really been faced with the question right between the eyes, until now.
I want to be remembered as one who was loyal to Jesus.  How showered people with His mercy and His grace and His truth and His love.  Only His legacy matters, truly.  That's the beauty of God's plan, it all should circle back to Christ's self-sacrificing characteristics.
Thankfully that's the only inheritance I can leave behind for I have no property or money, to speak of.  Which is just as well, because that usually divides a family rather than draws them closer to one another anyways.
So today, I am focused on telling those around me what they mean to me and what Christ means to me.  No more beating around the bush!  I'm going to call the kettle black (whatever that means).  My perspective is just that, its mine, and they can't argue with how I see things!  I, of course, do not wanted to be offensive, just bold and honest.  I told my husband, immediately that I wanted to love him better, deeper, and a whole lot longer!  I waited most of my adult life to find someone as genuine as he is, I'm not ready to give that up or take that for granted ever again.
I am fairly certain that I will recover from this episode, but there will come a day.  As my husband always says, "we all have an appointment with death, and that's one appointment we won't break".

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