The Government is Upon His Shoulders


What is happening in this nation? Corrupt government and anarchy. I am sad to see what is happening after this election. The media is the main culprit. All the race-baiting and distorted coverage of events. Instead of trying to bring peace and harmony; they stoke the fire of hate.

I have friends who have posted the most hateful things because some of us chose the opposing candidate. I prayed that the Lord’s will would be done in this election and then I took advantage of my right to vote. Now those who have not gotten the result they want; think it’s perfectly acceptable to go out into the streets and riot. Violence never solved a thing and we are a democracy, not a dictatorship. So would they like it if their leader was chosen by the elite?

To say that this is an issue of race or gender is the most ridiculous thing. When you look back at Washington it is nothing but a band of thieves. These are career politicians that have really exploited public office. The term “public service,” is an oxymoron for those who have held these positions for any length of time. They serve themselves and each other.

If one believes that the minorities have been exploited and now their needs are not going to be met; I would ask how this has been going for them thus far. When you look at the two candidates; Hillary Clinton and her group have been part of the Washington clan for decades. No matter how many facts come out about her dishonesty; the media have spoon fed the public to believe that “she’s the woman of the hour.” The great messiah! Before pushing this agenda; the media pushed the race agenda. This is exactly why the races are divided. They give no thought to the fact that Donald Trump was the minority among the Washington favorites. He had no political connections and was alienated; even by his own party. Don’t they have more in common with him that with Hillary Clinton?

They are angry towards him because “he’s a womanizer…etc.” Excuse me, but I seem to remember when Bill Clinton was in office, he did terrible things even within the confines of the Oval Office. Hillary Clinton stood staunchly by his side to defend him and discredit these women. How can she say she defends the rights of women and yet do such things?

If one believes that our Almighty God is truly in control; how can you come against His plan? Does He not know what is happening? Isn’t the true eternal government resting on His shoulders?

If we are waiting or the perfect candidate in our elections; it is never going to happen. King David was a great leader with a history of moral failures. Adultery, murder, manipulation, womanizing…etc. King Solomon, the wisest of all kings, also had a history of womanizing.

I’m not saying that we should ignore this; but we need to keep in mind, “we all like sheep have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all (Isaiah 53:6).

I’m glad that ultimately; my trust is in the Lord. Donald Trump did not die for me. Hillary Clinton did not die for me. My Lord Jesus gave His life, so that all could be saved.

This is simply history repeating itself. When Jesus came on the scene, the Jews thought they had a new political leader. One who was going to free them from the oppression of the Romans. This was not to be. They didn’t recognize the true Messiah and His mission was to set them free from spiritual blindness and eternal death. In the end they used the Roman’s to persecute Him. The same ones they hated were now their allies in their cause against the Lord.

I told my son just the other day that our country is like a picture of the Roman empire. They conquered so many nations and were the greatest empire of their time. But the fact is that they never needed to worry about outside terrorism, like ISIS, or Al Quaeda. They fell from within. The corruption and violence brought them down. These are things to ponder as we go forward.

I, for one am pledging my alliegiance to my Lord and Savior, and am trusting Him with everything. “His kingdom shall have no end.”

jesussad

 

 

 

 

 

The New Age Isn’t New


Happy Mother’s and Son Day!


Grandma and her grandchildren

Grandma and her grandchildren

I had to share this story once again. It makes me laugh every time I think of it and I know the Lord has certainly used this to reveal things to me.

A few years back, when my son was about 8 years old, we went somewhere for Mother’s Day. I had asked him to do me a favor and his response was a simple, “No.” I was shocked as I pointed out, “Hey, it’s Mother’s Day!” Thinking I would get some kind of a guilt response, but it didn’t happen that way. My son, without missing a beat, said, “It’s also Son day!”

Wow, was this quick on the draw or what? I wondered at how long he had spent thinking about this. So witty, yet his ability to rob all attention away for himself, was uncanny. I had to laugh and I also remembered something from scripture.

Today, I shared this with others at church. It seems so appropriate, as my son was sitting a few rows back and he hates having the spotlight on him in a group situation. I know, it’s odd, given the fact that he appears to be rather narcissistic.

But, I spoke about the fact that this little nugget was something that had always touched me in scripture. In the last moments of our Lords life on this earth. There He was, hanging on a cross. As His mother looked at His poor battered and bruised body. I can’t bear the thought, as I think of my own son and just the little bumps and bruises, he’s suffered in his life. I always hurt to see my own children hurting. Whether it is an emotional or physical hurt. Most mother’s cannot help but feel the pain.

In John 19:26 When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, “Woman, here is your son.” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, the disciple took her into his home.”

I pointed out that, John,” the one whom Jesus loved,” really means favored. As it is believed that John was only about 14, when he began to follow Jesus. A young boy of great faith, and this is something which our Lord always marveled at. People with faith. This was the difference between him and the other disciples. At times they questioned, and their faith wavered. But John was totally devoted.

Now, when I look out at my son and see him sitting there, I’m thinking of this young man and how Jesus must have felt. A special place in His heart for this love and trust, which John had placed in Him. Why wouldn’t the Lord trust him to take His mother in and care for her, all the rest of her days?

Then, I think about the words and how odd they seem to be at point in time. It is almost strange until you observe closely. It seems to be interjected in His dying process, as if He was saying something mundane, like, “Oh hey, don’t forget the potluck dinner next week. Wish I could come, but hey, John would you mind taking my mom?”

We know from reading God’s Word, that nothing is unintentional and it all has great significance to us. As I sat thinking about this, I realized that our Lord wanted us to see how we are related to one another. The true family of God. It is not birthed by human flesh. It is the spiritual birth which our Lord spoke about when Nicodemus had come to Him. Being born again, of His Spirit, is when we are transferred from the family of flesh, to the spiritual family.

He revealed that this can only happen, when we are standing at the foot of the cross in total surrender and accepting the sacrifice of His blood. Having done this, makes all of us family. We care for one another all the days of our lives. We pray for each other and love and support one another in all things. This we do, because we belong to Him.

So in the end, my son was right. Not only is it, Mother’s Day….it is also Son Day! Thank you Lord for making us family!

Jesus Is All I Want!


A friend of mine shared this with me the other day and I am so moved by the message.

Matt Chandler speaks the hard truth and it doesn’t matter how or what people may think. It’s the truth of the gospel message.

We do not come to Jesus for what we can get but what we can give.

Yes, it’s true we receive forgiveness of sin and salvation. But isn’t this enough? Isn’t this everything??? If it is, then why do so many preachers use gimmicks and great entertainment to draw the crowds?

Did John the Baptist need these props? He spoke the unadulterated Word of God, and this was ENOUGH! We pray and speak the truth, and let God do the rest.

I remember when I was a brand new believer. I didn’t care what anyone thought. My zealousness for the gospel, dispelled any concern I had for opinions of people.

I didn’t shrink back and it was an amazing thing to see what God would do with those seeds being planted.

We were in a group the other day and asking each other about the first time we led someone to the knowledge of Christ. I had fondly recalled how I used to hear my pastor’s teachings and so excited about them, that I would come back to my friends at an apartment we shared and tell them about everything I learned.

So amazing to me, that they would even be interested, yet they would come in groups. They would sit around as I imagined they had with the Lord, when He was speaking to the crowds.

Yet, I didn’t feel I knew that much. Just that I was sharing the love I had experienced by knowing Christ. This, I found, is more than enough!

As I recounted to my group, that these people were as hedonistic as could be and yet when I said I was going to a church I’d found in the area, they all wanted to come.

I continued to watch in amazement as they had given their lives to Christ, one by one. Their lives slowly being transformed by the power of the Holy Spirit and my faith growing in leaps and bounds, with each experience.

I have many believers tell me that they don’t know enough to preach the gospel. I would disagree with anyone who says this. Our Lord’s command is to, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel.”

So by this message, we can see that when we commit our lives to Christ, all we need to know is Jesus Christ crucified, and resurrected for sinners. This is the total of the gospel message. All the other stuff is just extra!

We cast our seeds and see where they may fall. I thought of this when I was throwing out grass seed the other day. My grass was burned and dying from the suns dry heat and it looked bad. Wondering how much water would I need to bring it back, I placed the sprinklers on it for days. Yet nothing seemed to happen. Unwilling to water grass which was clearly dead, I decided to throw some seed down. I did this a few times and prayed that the birds wouldn’t come and eat them. All the time I thought, this is the parable of the seed, which the Lord spoke of.

Yet, after a few more days I looked at my lawn and there were little tufts of green sprouts everywhere. Giving a beautiful appearance of life in the midst of the brown mess. I thought how appropriate the message.

Years ago I was flying with one of my closest friends. She was in training with me and we loved each other like sisters. Yet, she was stubborn when it came to my faith. She would see people at work, come up and ask me about my faith and I would share.

At one point, I had a small group again, standing in the galley and asking me questions. I was more than happy to share and loved that they were so eager to hear what I believed.

As I came around the corner, I saw my friend sitting on the seat closest to the galley. It was obvious that she was listening but not wanting to join in.

Later she asked me, “Why do you have to tell everyone about your faith? That’s a private thing.”

“Well,” I said. “First, I don’t tell them anything until they began asking me questions. Second, my faith is part of who I am. It is not a private thing, but it should be very public.”

Then, seeing her disgust, I said; “You know, if there is something about my faith which I’m sharing and someone doesn’t want to hear it. Then it’s not meant for that person but someone else. It doesn’t stop the message from coming forth.”

This is the seed. The Lord tells us, “One plants, another waters and He will give the increase.”

Years later, this very same friend accepted Christ. She told me she wanted to pray and we did this on our layover. It was so beautiful and her life was completely transformed by the power of God.

Upon accepting His call, she left the life she had and met the Godly man intended for her. She and her husband adopted some children from Russia and they continued to spread the message of the gospel.

The message of the gospel is clear and it is not about the ease of our lives but serving Him with all of our might, strength and heart. Many times it will be most difficult. People will hate us for the truth. We will be persecuted and mocked. But it doesn’t matter to me.

I have seen and know, that there is no greater joy than a transformed life by the resurrection power of Christ. To witness the regeneration of souls, motivates me.

I don’t want riches or glory in this mission. I want the Lord to use me as His vessel.

Jesus is enough! “For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of salvation unto God, for all who believe!”

 

“Can These Dead Bones Live?”


This is the Word that kept coming to me this morning as I prayed about my loved ones. The situation looks hopeless, but the Holy Spirit reminded me of these words to Ezekiel chapter 37-when the Spirit of the Lord took him to the valley.

He asked this question when he observed the dead bones everywhere. The Lord answered him, that yes, with His power these bones would live. He told him “to prophesy over these bones.”

They immediately came together and yet, without the life in them. They were just bodies, lacking the breath to live. Now the Lord told him to prophesy once again, to the breath.

In his obedience, he did what the Lord commanded and the life came back into the bodies to resurrect them from the graves.

I realized that the Lord was reminding me to speak to these circumstances to bring life. We are created in the image of God. He breathed life into Adam. He created the heaven and earth with the spoken word. He has told us that we have the exact same power to speak with the creative breath of the Holy Spirit.

He’s told us in scripture that, “Death and life are in the power of the tongue.” Proverbs 18:21 We hold the power of a blessing or a curse in our mouths.

After my prayers I went out to my patio. Much to my surprise I looked behind a little table where I had set an orchid last year. I was going to toss it out, as I have never had too much skill with plants. But thought better of it since moving it outdoors. It had been three little sticks. Dried up and shriveled. There was my little plant, blossoming on all three branches, with more buds to bloom! I was looking in amazement and thinking of my prayers.

The Lord reminded me that when we are ready to “toss things away, or consider something dead, He truly reveals His power. This little plant gave me the hope and and faith to “speak to those dead bones,” of trials in my life.

Yes, I will prophesy that these problems are only opportunities to speak LIFE! I speak life into my children and extended family. I speak life into my friends and coworkers. I speak life into everything that the enemy tries to convince me is dead and without hope.

He is the Resurrection and the Life and all who believe in Him shall never die, but have Life eternal!

flower1

Wrestling Against Spirits


As I prayed last night, felt restless. I couldn’t sleep. My ankle was hurting and I rested it on a pillow. How long will this continue to hurt, Lord? He took me into scriptures to remind me that our afflictions are a direct picture of things taking place in the spiritual realm.

The apostle Paul had told us that, “all things natural, speak to the eternal things of God.” I have always kept this in mind when dealing with things in my life. “What does this mean Lord? Why is this happening? He reminded me of His words to Eve and the Serpent. “I shall put enmity between you and the woman. Between your offspring and hers; he will crush your head, and you will strike his heel.” (Genesis 3:15)

Yes, this was always interesting to me. First that women, do not carry the seed, so our Lord was already speaking future tense, to the virgin birth, of Jesus Christ. But the offspring of the serpent and the Lord would be at war. His second part of this scripture is to tell us the outcome. Although the serpent would inflict great pain, with the “striking of the heel, it is not a fatal blow. The “crushing of his head,” is the fatal blow. This happened with the crucifixion. We represent Him on this earth. So we are to walk in His power and authority.

So I know that I am constantly at war. Praying and battling the enemy. Lifting up my loved ones and coming against him in my spirit. He may be relentless, but so am I. The Lord given us instructions in this war. “Submit yourselves to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you.” (James 4:7)

Many people interpret this to mean, ‘ignore, or turn away from temptation. But this is not the correct interpretation at all. If we look at this in the original language, the word is; anthistemi and it means; to stand against, oppose,  or withstand.

So He’s telling us we will be under attack and to stand against this onslaught. It is a military term. He had already told us that we have the covenant but the enemy of our souls is only going to take what he can. Just as in a war, the enemy tries to take the land. We must occupy and not give in. Not with ourselves, or our loved ones. We must continue to oppose him. When he sees it is not an easy target, he will flee. But note this; he will return. He will never stop trying.

We are told in scripture that, the enemy comes to rob, to kill and to destroy. But Jesus Christ comes to give life, and life abundantly.” So we know the plans the enemy has, and if we lay down and let him, he’ll take our life and the life of our loved ones. So stand firm!

I had a dream last night. My fence in the back came toppling down, like an accordion. Now I just had a new fence put up and I saw it in my dream. It was just what I had seen when the hurricane came through here one year. My whole fence just toppled inward. I ran to bolster it up again. Well, as I said, our Lord speaks to us, if we have ears to listen. In dreams, visions and through people.

Because I felt so unsettled this morning, I began to read the Psalms. I opened to Psalm 62 and I read; “How long will you assault a man? Would all of you throw him down-this leaning wall, this tottering fence? They fully intend to topple him from this lofty place; they take delight in lies. With their mouths they bless, but in their hearts they curse. Find rest, oh my soul, in God alone.”

God confirms His words. He allowed me to search for the meaning and remind me of the warfare. He reminded me that my hope comes in the name of the Lord. I then thought of my ankle once more. He showed me that although I am in pain, my enemy has already been defeated. He told me that He has given me, All power and authority to trample the scorpions and serpents, and the mighty lion and cobra.” But He didn’t say that it wouldn’t hurt.

He also told us that” we are not wrestling against flesh and blood.” He uses this word wrestle, or ballow-to throw, (more or less violent or intense):arise, cast out, dung, lay, lie, pour, put up, send,  strike, throw down, thrust. We can see this is very serious combat, and in this part of scripture, we are also given our tools to fight this battle. (Ephesians 6)

There is war in the heaven’s, and I’m not backing down. I had a devotional with my son the other day and we were reading about the darkness and the light. We cannot, “throw out darkness.” We can only let the light in, to combat darkness. This is what I see so many people trying to do. On their own strength, they try to battle against the darkness. They try to be good enough on their own merits. It’s impossible. He tells us that “It is not by might nor power, but by His Spirit, that we overcome. We can only surrender to Him, the Light of the World, in order to drive out the darkness. This is what our redemption means. It is not only salvation but deliverance.

So, I stand firm and resist the enemy. I stand for myself and everyone the Lord has in my life. I know what a mess I was until I let His light come in. I’ve been redeemed.

Dr Jesus Please Heal Me


Today was a hard day. They begin to blend together. One heartache after another. I find myself going off to cry quietly.
Because the flu is going around, it’s easy to pretend I have a touch of something.
My son is home educated, so I don’t have the benefit of hiding.

I’ve had sadness with my daughter. She seems like she’s slipping away from me. I feel as if I’m holding on by a thread.
I committed to pray for my children, and her especially. I told the Lord each morning as I ran on my treadmill, I would commit myself to fervent prayer.
Asking Him to “bring my daughter back from captivity. To do “whatever it takes.” Knowing perfectly well, that God hears me, and I probably won’t like the suffering involved. But I also know it’s my love for her and my responsibility for her soul, that causes me to plead with Him.

I received a sign from Him. Her life is beginning to unravel, and I ended up going to the doctor. I sprained my ankle. Yes, that’s right, on the treadmill.
Never remembering how I twisted it or turned it. I was in pain. I realized that I had been running so hard and pushing myself physically, but also spiritually.
Crying out in anguish and now my ankle is a constant reminder of her. My little girl.

Dealing with my mother is difficult as well. I received a call from the senior facility to ask me if she was going to be coming. They said that they have a spot for her but she would lose it if she doesn’t come.
She went twice, and then adamantly refused to go any more.
I was trying to brainstorm with the administrator, when I remembered how she had responded to her doctor after refusing to take her medication. I told her that I had the idea to tell him, “if he would tell her to take them, she would listen.”
It worked like a charm. He simply looked at her and said, “Honey, listen. You have to take your medicine for me, okay?” She looked at him and said, “Okay, until I go back to Wisconsin, I will.”
The doctor and I both looked at each other and smiled.

When I told the woman this, she said, “Maybe you should try that and have some male pretend to be  her doctor or something.” I said, “Yes, I think I can come up with something.”
I went to my son, and asked him to be the doctor. He was going to have a script which I would make for him and he would call my phone. I would give the phone to her and take it from there.
As I handed him the script, I had to make a few corrections-“oh, have to change that,” I said. It said, “Your daughter,” and she no longer recognizes that I’m her daughter.

I told her that her doctor had called and he would be calling back. “What is it about?” She asked. “Oh, I don’t know. He said he had something to speak with you about. “Oh, I hope I don’t have to go and see him,” she said.
As my son was coming down the stairs with his script and his phone he said, “Oh, I should get time for this under ‘Extra Curricular Activity, called conning the elderly!” At this I started laughing and could barely contain myself as I listened to him calling my phone.

Because I was in the threshold, I could hear his voice in the living room and on my phone. I really had to work hard to suppress a laugh, as I handed the phone to my mom. I looked and also noticed his picture coming up on the phone so, I carefully handed it to her. She had a hard time holding “these new phones,” anyway, so I stuck it up to her ear. “It’s your doctor,” I said.
“Oh!” She sounded excited. As I listened to him carefully reciting the words, I couldn’t help but think how ingenious this seemed. I even put references about her move to Wisconsin.”
“Yes, I noticed that your blood pressure is pretty high, on the tests I have.” The doctor said. “I understand you are planning to move back to Wisconsin and before you do this, we need a plan to get you healthy. I am authorizing one day a week at a center for you to speak with a nutritionist and get some exercise.”
I heard her say, “Oh yes, but I can’t move back yet. I have to wait until it’s warm.”
Now in a normal conversation, Dr. so-and-so would respond to that. But my son, not willing to deviate from the script, continued as if he was an automated phone message.
It did surprise me, however, to know that she really doesn’t want to go as much as she pretends.
At the end of the message he asked to speak to me. As I took the phone I continued on as if he was giving me more instructions. My son just making sounds once in a while.
After I hung up, my mom said, “I like that doctor. He’s so nice!”
I told her that this would be a day available to her to give her the physical and nutritional help to get her strong.
She was actually excited about this.
I called the administrator back and told her what we did. She laughed so hard and said, “And the Academy Award goes to….”

Later, as I was speaking about my grief at the situation with my daughter, my mother said, “It has to be so hard. You love her so much. She’s your daughter. I think that would be so hard, if I had to deal with that with my daughter.”
“Yes,” I thought. It would be hard. But the fortunate thing is that, she has dealt with many heartaches, including these with her daughter. She just doesn’t know it.
She looked so sweet again, as she said, “It will be okay. She’s a good girl.” I remembered her saying that all my life. Every time there was a crisis.”It will be okay.”

I thought of my daughter when she was young. She started getting warts on her feet. My stepson had them on his hands and they are very contagious. When he showed her the surgery he had to remove them, she was terrified.
I made a comment that, “I’ll have to take her to the doctor.” When she heard this she screamed. “No! Please mommy! I want Dr. Jesus to heal them!” She was crying at the thought of someone cutting her. She was so young. About 4 or 5. I felt so convicted at her words.
“Wow,” I thought. I haven’t even prayed about this. So I asked her if she really believed He could heal her. “Yes,” she said. “Okay, we’re going to pray.”
I put some oil on her feet as I prayed along with her.
The very next day, I noticed a miraculous thing, which had me rubbing my own eyes in bewilderment. It looked like little chalk specks on her feet. Every place which had a wart, or one just starting, just turned to powder. I began touching those little feet, and saw them drop off! I was amazed. But I remembered the Lord’s words, that “it is your faith which make you whole.”
My pastor commented, “If she has this kind of faith now, can you imagine what she’ll be like when she’s older?”

I keep standing on His promises for her life. I now feel the incredible pain which the Prodigal Father had felt, when his son went out of his home into darkness.
The hurt and concern attached to his well-being. I’m praying that I will also experience the joy of restoration.
With every painful step I take, I pray, Dr. Jesus please heal us!

Previous Older Entries