Do you ever find yourself grumbling to yourself about someone? Or perhaps about the housework that is never ending? Grumbling comes so naturally, doesn’t it? Our homes, our jobs, our churches, our families, even our pets… no aspect of our lives are free from the temptation to grumble.

I’ve been thinking a bit about thanksgiving and what it accomplishes in us. I read the verse from Psalm 18 this morning and it just reiterated what I’ve been thinking. This is not going to be a long post but I thought I’d share what God has been teaching me (or perhaps reminding me of what I already know…) It is especially pertinent to me because I’ve been a bit more grumbly than usual.

There are many verses in the Bible about giving thanks. God desires that we give thanks. The terms “with thanksgiving” or “giving thanks” are found throughout scripture. And, in fact, Paul tells us to give thanks in everything…And that this is the will of God. (I Thess. 5:18).

Why does God will that we give thanks in all things?

First, I think it is important to note that it doesn’t say “for all things”. It’s hard to be thankful for troubles and trials. However, in the midst of the troubles and trials, we can find things to be thankful for.

I have not studied this topic in depth but I do know that, as is always the case, giving God glory and fulfilling His will, is also what is best for us. Giving thanks changes us from the inside out.

You just cannot give thanks and grumble in the same breath. If we are thanking God for someone, it is impossible to complain about them. We can thank God for one good thing about that frustrating person—even if it is only that they are helping to mold us to look more like Christ! If I am thanking God for the ability to do laundry, for the comfortable home I have to clean, and the food I get to prepare, I just can’t complain at the same time. They are totally incompatible.

Remembering the blessing of the health we do have instead of dwelling on the aches and pains. Remembering that noisy kids are healthy kids. Remembering that if what (or who) we are complaining about would be taken away, we’d be devastated. Remembering that housework represents having a place to live, clothes to wear, and food to eat. We are so blessed to be able to drive a car, go to the store, to have a job, to attend church and games and concerts and family get-togethers. Oh, that we don’t lose sight of these blessings due to our grumbly hearts.

Thanksgiving does a work in our heart and it is thanksgiving that functions as the antidote to a grumbly heart.

Now if only I could remember that when I am feeling particularly grumbly! But we just take the next step and keep trying to be more and more like Jesus every day. Small changes do add up eventually and we find we are not the same people today that we were a year ago. So let’s be encouraged and let’s be thankful!

It’s Friday and time for part 2 of this year’s Christmas story. (Find Part 1 here)

          After my dad left, life became much less stressful. And, while I keenly felt the loss of my dad, the peace in our home was a much needed respite from the perpetual strife I had experienced in my short lifetime.
          My mom was not unkind, although she was a bit rough around the edges. She did her best and I respected her for that. It wasn’t until I was in my late-20s, that something happened that totally changed the course of my life.
          My mom had worked really hard to make a good life for my brother and me. Again, this was in large part possible because of the kindness of strangers, who paid the rent for us to live in that little cabin by the lake until Mom had put herself through nursing school while working full-time. She graduated when I was seventeen and, from that point on, was able to care for her family without help.
          My brother and I were able to find jobs at local businesses and we gave a good portion of our earnings to help mom with our expenses. My “little” brother wasn’t very little anymore, having grown a good six inches taller than me.
          After graduation, I was offered a job as an administrative assistant in the company where I had worked during high school and continued to live at home. But my brother had big dreams of becoming an engineer. He was a brilliant student and earned a scholarship to a great school, graduating with honors. After his four years at university he was offered a job in Seattle, which he accepted. We were so happy for him but so very sad for ourselves. We knew that Seattle meant times together would be far and few between.
          And so it ended up being just me and mom, living a quiet and mostly content life. Several years passed by unremarkably. Until that dreaded and unexpected day.
          Mom was diagnosed with stage four cancer two days after my twenty-seventh birthday. The next year was a roller coaster, one moment experiencing hope for healing and then the next, having those hopes destroyed with the next scan.
          In the middle of that year, something happened that would have repercussions for eternity. My mom decided she wanted to go to church. This was not unexpected. Knowing that her time on earth was short, she wanted to make sure she knew where she was going when she died. She had been agonizing over this since her diagnosis and I knew she had to go on her own search for peace.
          I encouraged her, although I felt no compulsion to join her. If I am honest, I was pretty angry at God at this point. I had already lost my dad and now I was losing my mom. I told her to have a great time that first Sunday morning and went back to bed.
          By God’s great grace and mercy, my mom ended up at a little Bible church a couple of miles down the road. We had passed it countless times and when Mom decided to try church, this seemed a natural choice. Unbeknownst to her at the time was the pastor’s dedication to God and to preaching His Word without compromise. That Sunday, the pastor preached the true Gospel as found in the scriptures and my mom was saved from sin and hell the very first time she attended.
          She came home very excited about her newfound faith. She shared with me that she now had a peace that defied her diagnosis. I humored her by listening but my heart was hard. I’d believe this big change when I saw it.
          But, surprisingly, I really did see it. My mom was a totally different person. I could see Jesus changing her. Oh, it wasn’t instant or miraculous. But, day by day, I noticed that she was living with a new attitude that was affecting how she lived. She really did have a peace that lasted far beyond that first day and she also had a newfound joy that permeated her life, despite her ill health.
          Within a few months, I was joining mom at church and two weeks before she entered eternity, I was able to tell her that I would see her again in heaven. I had repented of my sin and placed my faith and trust in Jesus Christ alone for salvation.
          Those last few weeks together were so very bittersweet. Sweet because now we knew, without a doubt, that we’d see each other again in heaven. But, oh so bitter, because she had become my best friend and losing her was going to be harder than I could even imagine. I couldn’t even fathom what my life would look like without her.
          During those last few days, when she was still able to talk, she requested something of me that was totally unexpected.
          “Tara, dear…I need you to do something for me…” she began.
          “Sure, mom, whatever you need,” I answered. I had no idea how big her request was.
          She began, “I have made a lot of mistakes in my life,”  she sighed and stared out the window for a moment and then went on, “my hard heart and sinful actions caused so much pain and strife for others. I realize that now. I have been able to make things right with some of those I hurt so badly,” her eyes welled up with tears and I remembered the emotional phone call she had had a few weeks before with her parents. She continued, “But I cannot find your father. It’s like he has disappeared. Even his parents don’t know where he is.”
          My heart started to beat as it began to dawn on me what she was going to request.
          “My dear Tara, oh, how I love you,” she continued, “you have been the evidence of God’s grace in my life long before I even knew He cared about me. And now I have this one last request of you: Can you find your father and let him know how very sorry I am? Can you tell him about your faith in Christ and how Jesus changed both of us? Would you tell him that Jesus can change his life, too? I know this is a big request and if you just do not want to do it, I understand…” she stopped, her eyes begging me to say yes.
          “Oh, mom, of course I will,” I answered. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it but I wasn’t about to deny my mom her dying wish. How cold-hearted would that be?
          She started reminiscing about my dad and how much she wished things had been different. Her soft heart was filled with many regrets and mourned over what might have been. It was during that hour of conversation that I found out that my dad’s parents had been the ones to pay for our little cabin all those years.
          “I don’t know this, for sure, Tara, but I have a feeling that your grandparents already know Jesus by some things your father used to say. Plus their genuine love for me and you kids, despite what happened with their son was extraordinary,” as she spoke I remembered the cards and gifts that would come faithfully every birthday and Christmas from Grandpa and Grandma Elsher in New York. And, while I am sure I met them before we moved away, I didn’t have any memory of them at all. I wouldn’t have known either of them if we had bumped into each other on the street.
          I realized, in that moment, that I would visit my paternal grandparents even before I searched for Dad. I owed them a visit. A visit that was long past due.
         “Don’t worry, Mom, I will find Dad and I’ll tell him,” I reassured her.
          My mom sighed deeply and then fell into a peaceful sleep.

As most of you already know, I love missionary stories. Many of the best ones are out of print and about vibrant believers that we have never heard of. One of these is called *Not by Might, Nor by Power. It tells the story of Paul and Etienne Metzler, missionary pioneers in the country of Chad.

They arrived in Central African Republic in the early 1920s, finally getting permission to set up a mission station in Chad in 1926. They found the Africans very receptive and even told the account of one chief who, with tears in his eyes, shared that he had been wondering about a “god who cares” as he lay in his bed the night before the missionaries came to share the good news of the Gospel. Only God, right?

As the Africans started getting saved, they began to hold believers’ baptisms. In order to be baptized, the Africans held special classes and then the person wanting to be baptized would meet with the missionary and a local deacon.

I was struck profoundly by what I read in regards to these meetings. Here is what is written—

     After some months of instruction, a candidate for baptism would meet with the national deacons and the missionary. Often the missionary would have passed the candidate because he or she knew all the answers, but a deacon would disagree.
      “The words of your mouth are satisfactory,” he would concede, “but the words of your life are not. You cannot walk two ways at the same time. When you show that you have left the way of paganism and superstition, we will approve your baptism.”

Can you imagine what would happen in our churches if the church leaders challenged our lifestyles before they would baptize us? There seems to be little (if any) interest in knowing if the words of a person’s life matches the words of a person’s mouth.

If it did happen here I believe cries of “how dare you judge me!?” would rise up rather quickly.

This book is written back in the early 1920s and already we can see that the Americans would have tended towards letting things slide compared to the Africans. And, oh, how far we’ve come since then. There have been slow, steady, subtle changes that eventually brought about a mainstream church that tolerates sin and worldliness and doesn’t tolerate the truth.

It would seem as if actions do not matter, by and large, in the church of today. But what does the Bible say?

First, we know that all that is good within us comes from God. We can do nothing without Christ. Jesus puts it like this–

 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. (John 15:5)

We also see from this verse that when we abide in Christ, we bear fruit. What is that fruit? The Bible gives us much to meditate upon in this regards. But let’s take a look at Galatians 5:22-26 for a “nutshell” description of what we should desire to look like as a genuine believer–

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. And they that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts. If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. Let us not be desirous of vain glory, provoking one another, envying one another.

Overall, there has been quite an emphasis on the the specific fruits of the Spirit, as recorded in verses 22-23. Books and songs and sermons abound on the fruits of the Spirit. Love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance. But do we really stop and think about God’s definitions of these things? Researching each of these words from scripture (and not from some other book) would probably be a really great study for us all.

But let’s take a look at the verse following the verses about the fruit. It’s interesting to me that this verse seems to much ignored in a worldly Christianity. Again, it says–

And they that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.

This does not tend to be the most popular topic in our churches today. But if we are going to follow Christ, we need to mine scripture for all of its treasure, even if it’s hard.

What are “affections” and “lusts”? I believe this would be anything that leads us into idolatry or away from God. This includes innocuous things that are not sinful in of themselves, as well as plain old sin and all things God has declared He hates. What does this look like practically for us in this era of Christianity? I don’t have enough room or time to really delve into this but let’s take just a moment to think about this.

If we go back to the Africans, the deacons refused to baptize Africans still steeped in superstition and paganism. What are superstition and paganism? Surely, we do not have any of these things in 2024 American Christianity?

Isn’t it interesting that right now one of the most popular movies (with both non-believers and believers) is the movie “Wicked”, a film steeped in both superstition and paganism?? Witchcraft is no joke to God and we are to avoid it completely. How can watching and enjoying witchcraft on a screen (or on a Broadway stage, for that matter) please our Lord? As I heard a young lady say yesterday: Why would we want to fill our lives with the things that Christ went to the cross to die for? Ironically, earlier in Galations 5 (verse 20), witchcraft is included in the list of things that keep you from inheriting the Kingdom of God. Dabbling with it any way is displeasing to God and oh, so dangerous.

But let’s think on this idea of superstition for a bit. Practically, it is the mysticism that surrounds us in both our culture and our churches. It’s believing that if we talk about something it will happen. It’s believing in messages from our loved ones who went on before us to heaven. It’s relishing and longing for supernatural experiences. I believe there’s actually far more superstition in modern day Christianity than we realize.

But shall we take a moment and look beyond the paganism and superstition that was the evidence of a disingenuous profession in 1920s Africa and take a hard look at our current “Christian” culture specifically?

I submit to you that it is the worldliness in our lives that gives evidence of whether the words of our mouth match the words of our lives. God hates worldliness and, in fact, says that if we are friends with the world we are His enemy! (James 4:4) This is extremely strong language, making it clear that we are one or the other and can never be both.

This love for the world has invaded and seeped into our lives in every area. It has entered our minds through education. It has stolen our time through its entertainment and technologies. It has hijacked our brains through ungodly therapies, books, and podcasts. In general, we are a people professing Christ and yet living like the world.

Please hear me when I tell you that I struggle with this, too. I don’t think this is something we can ever conquer on this side of heaven. The world has so invaded our hearts and minds that we scarcely realize how much.

BUT…

As the Lord convicts us we must act on that conviction.

We can’t just throw up our hands in the air and cry, “It’s too much! Just forget it!”

I was talking about this with someone just last night. There are so many ways the world has invaded that it feels like our choices barely make even a dent in our lives as we strive to move towards holiness. But we must soldier on, surrendering one thing at a time, as the Lord opens our eyes.

I have told you often before how God has been at work in my life in showing me areas that keep me from being holy and godly. I have shared how, despite my initial rebellion and unwilling heart (which has sometimes lasted years), that final surrender has been filled with sweetness and zero regret. Oh, how I have fought God on certain things. He must get so frustrated with me.

But, one thing at a time, we yield what He reveals to us. So let’s not worry about being perfect because it isn’t going to happen. Let’s just worry about today. How can I please the Lord with my life today?

If the African deacons were familiar with my lifestyle and interviewing me, would they be willing to baptize me or not? Would they say that the words of my mouth match the words of my life?

* Not by Might, Nor by Power, written by Joyce Metzler Baker, is hard to find in hard copy. Amazon has the wrong book linked to the title in Kindle so please don’t purchase it. You may be able to find a copy at Thrift Books (which is where I got mine). There is so much more to this faith-building book than this one excerpt. It’s been such a blessing to me already and I’m only half-way through. I feel comfortable recommending it to you (usually I wait until I am done with a book, just in case) because someone I trust recommended it to me. I hope it’s as much a blessing to those of you choose to read it as it has been to me.

In 2016, I had the idea of sharing an original story throughout the Christmas Season and I have been doing this ever since. And so today I present the first installment of the 2024 Christmas story! Each part will be posted on Friday mornings. Since there are only four Fridays between Thanksgiving and Christmas this holiday season, this five-part story will end the Friday after Christmas. I truly hope you enjoy “Until Someday”.

Laurie and I met in Mrs. Johnson’s fifth grade class at Lincoln Elementary and we have been friends ever since. After we were both married, our husbands became friends and, along with another couple, the six of us have remained dear friends these many years, weathering many changes together and supporting one another through various trials. But none of us could have ever imagined the drastic and sad change that was coming our way in the year of 2024.

Walking through this journey with Rob and Laurie (and now just Laurie since Rob has gone on to be with the Lord) has been a growing experience for my husband and me. Rob was a good friend to us and the world just isn’t the same without him. And so we mourn with Laurie and we mourn for Laurie. But, even in the midst of the deep, deep waters, this journey has also been such a confirmation of God’s very intentional love and care for those who seek Him. Watching Rob and Laurie take this journey has been faith-building, to say the least.

I am so grateful for Laurie’s willingness to share her journey over the past year. It has been awesome to see God’s great grace and mercy in the midst of the devastation and tremendous pain. Her testimony is also a great reminder of why we need to be developing deep roots of faith through prayer and Bible Study right now. Today. For none of us knows what lies ahead.

Here is Laurie’s story–

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I was brought up in a great home, with parents that loved each other and one older sister. We didn’t attend church on a regular basis, but would occasionally “try out” this or that church. I wouldn’t say any attendance became regular until I was in about 7th grade. We then started attending a Presbyterian church – my mother grew up attending a Methodist church in Georgia and my father a Presbyterian church in Lancaster County. I attended their “confirmation classes” and became baptized around age 14 or so. This was nothing personal to me, just what was done at that time.

Fast forward to my senior year of high school when I met my future husband, Rob, during that time while working together at a grocery store. He was raised by his mother and a stepfather that entered his life around age 6. His stepfather became a born-again Christian in his 30’s or 40’s I believe. He was presented the gospel by a fellow truck driver and was saved from a life of smoking, swearing, and drug use. This all happened before he met my husband’s mother. Needless to say, I attribute my true faith to Rob and his parents, who faithfully attended a local Nazarene church. I was not allowed to see Rob on Sundays unless I attended church with them. Something I was happy to do, not knowing it would lead to the most important decision of my life. As my teenage years, along with my love for Rob, progressed, I kept feeling Christ’s call for me to accept Him. During one altar call at the Nazarene church, I went forward and accepted that call. I’m sure Rob’s parents were thrilled, as we were engaged to be married at that point.

Fast forward many years – years of college, marriage, and the birth of our four children. Rob and I were both believers, but decided to have a believer’s baptism. We were now attending a Church of God, as it was closer to our house. So one Sunday, after the birth of our first child, Rob and I experienced full immersion baptism and began to grow in our faith. But it was probably another 15-20 years that saw my desire to know Christ on a deeper level begin to take root. A dear friend and I began studying the Word together under another dear friend, Leslie’s, guidance. Little did I know where that studying would lead me and how it would sustain me in a very hard trial to come.

Fast forward to May 2, 2024, just shy of our 36th wedding anniversary – this was the day we received Rob’s diagnosis of stage 4 pancreatic cancer. Oh how we needed to lean into His Word and promises when we learned that diagnosis! Devastating to say the least – but we both began to rely much more heavily on our faith and the faith of our family, close friends, and our church family. God was on this new journey with us – all the time. Right away, we both acknowledged God’s sovereignty over our lives. Did this make it all wonderful and pleasant? Absolutely not. But did it make the journey smoother and give us hope? Yes.

Both Rob and I saw God smoothing out the upcoming paths on at least a weekly basis, if not daily. From the moment Rob finally decided to pursue the reason behind his continuous stomach discomfort, God was preparing things. Appointments that happened at specialists within days rather than weeks, getting our first appointment with an oncologist that ended up being a Christian (I flat out asked her after one of her comments. It’s amazing how a life altering diagnosis removes your desire to be cautious.), to hearing about a more holistic approach to cancer treatment one day and being actually in the program within a week, having amazing support by other believers, well I could go on and on. If you’d like to read more about our journey and all the amazing ways God supported us, please go ahead and visit my CaringBridge link to read more:
https://www.caringbridge.org/site/23d88756-16c8-11ef-856d-c58a3fe1c886

My high school sweetheart passed away on August 16 of this year – three and half months following his diagnosis. God was again answering prayers – from the very beginning, my prayer was that God would not allow Rob to suffer long or to linger. We were at OCNJ for a family vacation – our family now included four in-laws and nine grandchildren. Rob was definitely declining as the week went on, but God blessed us with good moments with Rob in that week, which all of us appreciated and soaked up.

However, we had to leave right away Thursday morning per Rob’s request. I believe he knew his time was coming. Long story short, we made it home and Rob was admitted to Hospice Inpatient facility, where they were able to make him comfortable and he passed within 9 hours of being there. The Lord did not let him linger, for which we are all thankful, even though it’s still terribly hard.

Where does this leave me today? God is still showing up and sustaining me in countless ways. If He wasn’t, I fear it would be harder to go about my daily life. Life does continue on – chores need done, bills need paid, and birthdays still happen. Has all of this challenged my faith? No. Yes, I question God’s timing of taking Rob before his 58th birthday, but to this day I still do not question his sovereignty. He has numbered our days before we were even formed – this is one thing Rob and I both believe in. It is still very challenging adjusting to life without a man who was a huge part of my life for 40 years, but the prayers of many, the Christian love of many, and the faith of our children have shown me the love of Christ. Oh to see how God prepares us before we even know what we will face. If I had not begun to study the Bible in more depth, I would not have been prepared to let go of Rob and face these challenges – of that I am convinced. I know His promises, and those are what I cling to. It’s not an easy task at times, to go through the days and nights without my earthly husband, but knowing Rob was saved and that his faith grew deeper in the three months we had with the knowledge of the end of his story, and resting in my salvation that no one can take away from me- this is what gives me comfort.

Some days are harder to “walk the talk” of knowing God is in control, but I also know God gives me grace in that, and each day or hour is a new one to try again. I know Rob is now pain free and in the arms of Jesus – and that is what I try to focus on as I grieve his loss. As I look back upon my life story, it is just so apparent to me that God is always preparing us and most often we don’t even realize it. Just as losing my dad to brain cancer at the age of 63, then my mother to colon cancer almost exactly 20 years later, helped me “navigate” the world of cancer for my husband, having knowledge of the Word has helped me navigate this world and deepen my faith. No, not everyone who studies His Word is being prepared for a great trial, but the thing is – we don’t know what is coming our way. Only God does. So wouldn’t it be so helpful to be prepared if you are to go through a trial by truly studying the Bible? You just never know when/how/or if you will need it.

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(Quick note— I was so surprised to read that Laurie was studying the scripture “under my guidance” when she started actually studying the Bible, because that’s the exact same time I started really studying the Bible. I probably “knew more” because of growing up in a vibrant Christian home and spending time at a Christian college, learning the “facts”. But it wasn’t until that time, with Laurie and our other dear friend, that I started actually studying the Bible for myself, as well. And what a joy and help this has been in my life! God has given us His Word to us as a gift. I am ashamed and disappointed I didn’t recognize this sooner in my life but am so grateful that God finally opened my eyes to the value of His Word. As many of you know, this is my “why” for the blog–to encourage my readers to know God through His Word sooner rather than later. Laurie has reminded us today of just one reason why this is so important.)

You can read other stories of God’s awesome work in the lives of those who love and trust Him here at this page.

A teacher once told me that her students have stopped wanting to be doctors and lawyers and now want to be “social media influencers”. From a worldly perspective, we can understand this can’t we? This would yield fame and easy money, both of which are highly valued in a society such as ours.

But I wonder if our young people highly valuing these things has also filtered into our own belief system at some level. Of course, few who are reading this want to be an “influencer”. That would not be the goal of most of us and maybe not even one of us.

However, as you consider your calling as a Christian, do you ever think you are “just a mom” or “just an admin assistant” or “just a store clerk”?

“Just a ______________”. Fill in the blank with your own title.

This often leads us to believe we aren’t doing enough for Christ. And perhaps we aren’t. But this will be because we aren’t living for Christ and not because of where we are placed in this life.

I was reading a book by a missionary a few weeks ago and in one chapter she was putting her readers on a severe guilt trip for not going to foreign countries to tell others about Jesus. At first, I was quite moved. But then, as I reflected on her words, I was convinced she was not correct in approaching missions in this way.

Yes, some people are called to be missionaries and pastors. There are those who will do “great things” for the Lord. But we can’t all do that. And we aren’t all supposed to do that. That is not the calling for everyone.

So what is the calling of every believer?

After I read what the missionary wrote, God providentially led me to Titus 2, where Paul describes the godly believer in every stage: Older men, older women, younger women, younger men.

He says this—

But speak thou the things which become sound doctrine: That the aged men be sober, grave, temperate, sound in faith, in charity, in patience. The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becometh holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things; That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, To be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed.
Young men likewise exhort to be sober minded. In all things shewing thyself a pattern of good works: in doctrine shewing uncorruptness, gravity, sincerity, Sound speech, that cannot be condemned; that he that is of the contrary part may be ashamed, having no evil thing to say of you. (Titus 2:1-8)

He then goes on to write what servants are to be like as they serve their masters and then gives this command to all believers, no matter their place or status in life—

Teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly, in this present world; Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ; (Titus 2:12-13)

These passages give a message that is in complete opposition to our culture. Here we see that what we do for a living or how much of an influence we have is irrelevant. We are to live soberly, righteously, and godly wherever God has placed us in this life.

Wherever we are is where we are to live wholeheartedly for God. And by living this way, we will have a godly influence on those around us which God can use for His purposes and His glory.

We live in an era where it’s all about numbers. We are now taught that the larger the number, the more successful the church or event or person. But this is not a biblical formula for success and, truthfully, it never has been in historical Christianity.

Titus 2 is just one place in the New Testament that describes how we are to live as believers. There are many others, including specifically Romans 12, Colossians 3, Ephesians 5, Galatians 5, most of James, and the last few verses of Jude.

If you take the time to examine these passages, you will notice that none of these passages encourage us to do “BIG THINGS” for Jesus. Instead we are told to live for Christ as parents, as children, as servants, as siblings in Christ. Wherever we are is where we are to live in daily surrender to God, denying our flesh and living in a manner that becomes a follower of Christ.

So let’s not lose sight of what scripture tells us matters in this “Christian” culture that is so very confused about what matters.

May we, day by day, live for Jesus so that others will notice we are not the same as the world around us. May we strive to live holy, joyful lives that honor God as we look for the blessed hope and the glorious appearing of our Savior, Jesus Christ.

The other day, my husband was laying in the recliner after his latest surgery (we are also hoping this is the last surgery for a while!) As he lay there watching TV, he caught a bit of movement. Moving his eyes downward, he saw a mouse that had apparently crawled out from beneath the gas fireplace. It scurried back to safety when it realized there were people in the room.

We live in the country at the edge of a field and this is the time of year these little creatures are searching for a warm place to live. We were not really surprised.

I never actually saw it and I remember thinking we should set a trap but we then both kind of forgot about it. Until the next night.

We had settled down for the night and I just couldn’t seem to get comfortable on the sofa and didn’t feel tired. So I just lay there reading for a good hour or two. Suddenly, I heard a soft rustling sound coming from the kitchen. Uh oh. The big dog was in her dog bed just a few feet away and the little dog was on the sofa with me. It wasn’t the dogs. It had to be the mouse.

We had gotten some take-out for dinner and the bag was still on the counter, waiting to be taken out with the rest of the trash the next morning. I realized the mouse was in the bag.

I got up and turned on the lights and walked back to the kitchen. Of course, our little visitor had disappeared by then. So I went back to the sofa and continued reading.

A few minutes later, the rustling started again. What a brave little thing.

Again, I hopped up off the sofa. First, I took the bag from the counter and placed it on the floor in the mud room and shut the door. Then I went into the laundry room and retrieved two mousetraps. At 1:30am, my husband was smearing peanut butter on traps and setting them and I was placing them in the kitchen.

At that point, my husband told me he’d be fine if I wanted to sleep in our bed upstairs. I decided if there was any hope of me getting any sleep at all, I’d probably need to do that. So after making sure he was okay and had everything he needed, I headed upstairs. I wasn’t laying in my bed for very long when I heard a loud SNAP! I knew we’d gotten our little home invader and finally drifted off to sleep.

Someone said later how mice can be so cute. And I agree. They actually are if you really look at them. But you can’t let them in your house. They leave so much dirt, they destroy things, and they multiply like crazy. You have to remove them from your home if you don’t want a bigger problem down the road.

In fact, they are a little like false teachers.

False teachers seem pretty innocent with their big smiles and kind, fluffy words. They don’t seem as if they could hurt a fly. But if you allow them into your mind or welcome then into your home or church, they will show their true colors. They will bring a lot of dirt (bad spiritual fruit), they will destroy relationships (they cause division in churches), and they will multiply (let one in and more will come).

It’s interesting to me that we would never even consider letting a rodent take up residence in our home. We understand that this will lead to future problems. And yet we lovingly invite spiritual “rodents” into our homes and even our churches, welcoming them with open arms and attacking anyone who would say, “hey, wait a minute, don’t they teach this wrong thing…?”

I wish we could all just take a step back and see the Big Picture. I wish we could see—really see—the destruction that has been wrought on the church because of these spiritual rodents.

I can’t find anywhere in scripture that we are to just ignore false teachers or, worse yet, to welcome them. Instead we see that we are to spot them and avoid them (Romans 16:17), we are to turn them from our doors (2 John 7-9), and we are to prove all things and hold fast only to what is good (I Thessalonians 5:21-22).

I know it is not popular to bring attention to false teachers. I also realize that most Christians prefer to focus on the “good things” of the Bible. It is a hard world to live in and we want to read pleasant things that will uplift our spirits and give us encouragement to keep going.

But to only focus on the “good” leaves us vulnerable to so much danger. This is why God lovingly told us to beware and to remove them.

We need to teach and speak the whole counsel of God. We all need to do this, not just bloggers, speakers, or authors. If we truly love our fellow siblings in Christ, we all need to speak all of God’s Word, not just the happy things.

False teachers will pick and choose their scriptures, but true servants of God will teach all of it, both the positive and the negative. As you choose who to read and listen to, be sure they teach the whole counsel of the scripture.

And as we are given opportunities to share and speak up, may we speak the whole truth of God’s Word and not just what people want to hear.

And when we run into someone who is not doing this? Well, then it’s time to be remove “the mouse from the house”. Take that false teacher from the residence of your mind for they will cause much spiritual damage in the long run.

For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ. And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light. Therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness; whose end shall be according to their works. (2 Corinthians 11:13-15)

Yesterday, as I was scrolling through social media, a reel popped up. It was the story of a mom who had lost her baby. I am not sure why I kept listening, but it was both heartwrenching and soul-touching so I kept listening.

This mama started out by telling her listeners how much this precious girl was wanted. They had had a healthy boy who was now a preschooler and then they had had a miscarriage. Finally, they were pregnant with this little girl. And all was well…until…

That 20 week ultrasound, where they found out their little girl had a missing kidney and multiple other very serious problems.

“We can just end it right here,” said the doctor.

The mom shared her gut-wrenching grief and deep-seated offense at this suggestion.

So far, so good. I kept watching in order to find out what had happened to this tiny baby girl?

In a few seconds, the reel took an unexpected turn. I still recoil at the words I heard this mom say.

After a week or two of appointments with many doctors, in which they were told the baby had zero chance to live and would be in pain for any moments she did live, they decided to pray. Great, prayer is great idea, right?

But do you know what ”God” told this couple to do? Supposedly, he gave them peace to end this baby’s life in her womb!

Yes, this couple made the decision to end this precious baby’s life.

This made me think of all of the brave couples who choose NOT to do this. And there are so many of you godly young couples who have made this choice. I know some of you.

To do such a terrible thing under the guise of a “feeling of peace” from a god made up out of their own imagination is unconscionable, in my opinion.

Why do I share this? I share this first to express my respect and admiration for those parents who choose to allow God to control the timing in a situation like this, despite the pressure to end their baby’s life that comes from the doctors. I can’t imagine the grief or the sorrow that accompanies such a decision as you wait to see what will happen.

I know that these babies often defy the odds and are born normal. Some have mild issues or even severe issues that bring a lifetime of challenge. And some live only a few moments, just as the doctor had predicted. No matter what the outcome, God is sovereign and these precious lives are part of His plan and given for good in the lives of those whom the baby’s life has touched. He uses it to grow them stronger and to conform them into the image of Christ (Romans 8:28-29).

The choice to end a pregnancy that does not appear to have a good outcome is the easier choice. Far harder is the heart-wrenching choice to see the pregnancy through and trust in the Lord, despite knowing there will, most likely, be no happy ending.

Second, I share this to remind us that we can’t make decisions or choices based on our emotions. That young lady’s story was filled with tears and heart-wrenching emotion. She had obviously convinced herself that she was doing what is right. But she wasn’t.

We have to decide what is right or wrong based on God’s Word. If we rely on our feelings, anything can look right or wrong, depending upon how it is presented.

These days, we are being taught (brainwashed) in both the secular world and in the church world, to make moral decisions based upon how we feel. Even if it means twisting scripture, taking it out of context, or changing a doctrine that has been clearly preached and understood since the inception of the Church.

Oh, may we turn from this kind of decision-making and use the Bible as our grid as we face many decisions every day. We may not ever have to make the heart-wrenching decision of life or death. But every day we are faced with choices. Will we base them on our feelings or on what God has to say in His Word?

When I think about this, I am reminded of how easy it is for me to base so many choices on my feelings, rather than what I know is right in the Bible. It’s quite a convicting thought. At least for me.

I am thankful for God’s tremendous grace and abundant mercy on my poor soul. Without it, I would be lost. We just keep going and we keep learning and we keep growing. Thankfully, we can rest in His love and grace as we learn and grow.

On Monday, I received a text from a friend. Would I be interested in flying in a hot air balloon with her? Her friend, a hot air balloon pilot, was giving her this to her as a birthday gift. Now, just to be clear, I am not really one for heights, per se. While I can do it, I would mostly choose not to. So last year when she asked me to join her, I said no. This year, I said no again. Why take the chance? I had visions of balloons and electric wires dancing in my head.

And then–and I am not sure why–I had this thought: Is this who you are going to be for the rest of your life? Stuck in status quo, not willing to try anything new? And I realized that I had to do it, if for nothing more than overcoming my fear and trusting the Lord in this one thing. It is so easy as we grow older to just sink comfortably into what we know and be perfectly content in never stretching ourselves to learn something new or to take opportunities like this. (I know there are so many of you who have absolutely no idea what I am talking about but I also know there are some of you that can relate perfectly to what I just wrote.)

So I told her I would go.

And so on Wednesday, after a rough night with little sleep (I have to be honest and admit there was some anxiety for me surrounding this decision), I got in my car and drove to the address she gave me. It was close by and as we prepared the balloon, excitement began to mix with the nervousness I felt. The Balloon pilot and his crew were friendly, as well as very experienced, and this did much to calm my fears.

As we floated up and over the town I’d lived in for almost twenty-five years now, I took it all in. It was incredibly lovely, especially at this time of year with the fall colors. As I peeked over the basket, I saw tractors, trains, and cars that looked like toys. I saw well-manicured front yards as well as tidy backyards. I saw deer bounding through a field, along with two foxes separately running across the same fields. There was a miniature tractor beside tiny hay bales, waiting for the next harvest step in the farming routine. I saw a huge quarry filled with water that I didn’t even know was there (well, I knew there was a quarry but I had no idea how big it was nor that it was filled with water.) I saw the enormous graveyard of a local church. It was far more enormous than I realized. As my eyes soaked in all that I was seeing, I forgot to be anxious. It was an incredible experience. I loved every minute of it.

Well, almost every minute of it. There was a touch of anxiety as we prepared to land but our pilot knew exactly what he was doing and the weather was perfect. I had the perfect first balloon ride.

I couldn’t help but think about my view from up above my town, compared to my normal horizontal view. From up above, I could see things that I normally can’t see. I became aware of activity and areas that I didn’t even know about, even after living here for so many years. And I had to think about God and what He can see that we just can’t see.

He can see every little thing that is happening on the earth. He can see all that has gone on and all that will go on. He sees perfectly and in every infinitesimal detail what IS, what WAS, and what WILL BE. While my eyes were limited to the present goings-on of just one small area as I gazed at the world below me, His are not.

At one point, I glanced down at a school parking lot and saw someone drive in the “DO NOT ENTER” side of the lot and park their car. And I had to think–that is just like us. We will make a decision “against the law” and think we get away with it, but God, looking from heaven above, always sees. God sees even the hidden sins. He sees the “little” sins…the bad attitudes, the unkind words we speak at home, our prideful responses, the ungodly entertainment we feed our minds. He sees all of it all the time. It was a sobering reminder for me.

As I considered this idea of all that I just couldn’t see on ground level and all that God can see from His perspective, I had the thought that this is especially relevant to us in how we approach people. You see, God knows exactly why they are the way they are. He knows why they have made the choices they have made and why they have the opinions they do. He understands them perfectly, unlike us, who can only go off of our “ground level” experiences. It was a reminder to me of the tremendous grace we need to have with each other. We are so narrow-minded and self-centered in our dealings with others (myself included here…I am convicting myself here probably more than you, my reader!) I think this is why it is so important to obey God’s Word in how we treat others, where we read that we are to love, to forgive, and to have so much grace. This is why, as believers, we should look so different than the world in how we approach and treat others.

God sees what we can’t see and, based on that, He has written guidelines and commands for us for all of life. We obey God’s Word because He has a view from above that we don’t have (Isaiah 55:9). We obey God’s Word because He wants our best (Romans 8:28-29). We obey God’s Word because, at the end of the day, He is God (Psalm 46:10).

As the balloon drifted back down to the ground, I was so glad that God had given me the courage to go on the ride. Would my life be a lot different if I had not? Not really…not from anyone who was looking from the outside. But, inside, I was different. For I had taken a step of faith and God had met me there. Such a tiny, and perhaps even unnecessary, step of faith and yet so significant. For this will serve to remind me that I can do the things I am uncomfortable with. That I can step outside my comfortable routine and try something new. And, finally, that there is great joy in enjoying the world that God has given us. Just because we are older, doesn’t mean we need to get stuck in our ways. Physically OR spiritually. May we continue to grow and embrace life–always with our priority being the Bible and what is written within its pages–no matter how old we are.

As I was studying for a speaking engagement this morning, I came across the following in H.A. Ironside’s commentary on Jude. I wanted to share it with you because I realized that I cannot be the only one who has been discouraged by the state of the visible church. All around, we see an unbelievable lack of discernment and an astounding disregard for what the Bible says. Even in churches that have historically stayed true, we see this falling away. It can be so disheartening and yet! Ironside reminds us why this is not disheartening but rather strengthening and encouraging. But why? He reminds us of an important truth–

*Well it is for the soul who seeks to be guided by Scripture to remember that nothing which he beholds on every side was unforeseen by God. Unbelief and apostasy may abound, but nothing takes Him by surprise. Long since, the apostles of the Lord Jesus Christ had warned us that the last days would be characteristically days of spiritual declension and departure from the truth. The coming of mockers, walking after their own unholy desires, has been foretold from the beginning.

For the simple believer there is both strength and encouragement in this. If he look about him and see, as it were, star after star falling from heaven, teacher after teacher apostatizing from the truth, the love of many waxing cold, with error proudly defiant and apparently carrying all before it, he is apt to be overcome by fear and gloom. Like the prophet, he will be ready to cry, “Truth is fallen in the street, and equity cannot enter. Yea, truth faileth; and he that departeth from evil maketh himself a prey” (Isa. 59:14, 15). But he may forget to add, with the same prophet, “The Lord saw it, and it displeased Him that there was no judgment.” But let him remember that all that is so solemn in the on-rushing tide of evil has been foreknown and foretold long ago by Him who knows the end from the beginning, and he at once begins to take heart. He realizes that he is not to expect anything else. Therefore what he sees but the more firmly establishes him in the truth of Scripture. And, more than that, it is in the time of the end all this iniquity is to come to its height, before being forever overthrown by the personal appearing of the Living Word as King of kings and Lord of lords. Therefore he finds encouragement in the very darkness of the scene to expect soon to behold the shining-forth of the Morning Star, and later the rising in glory of the Sun of Righteousness.

This is the value of prophecy, which is as a light shining in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the daystar arise in the heart (2 Peter 1:19). Led on by this sure and steady gleam, the humble child of God will not be dazzled by the pretensions, nor disheartened by the evil influence, of these haughty resisters of the truth, who set themselves apart as a select circle, who have attained to what the commonalty of Christians have not yet reached. There is a spiritual and carnal separation. The former is separation from evil at the call of the word of God, when to longer continue in some particular association would be unfaithfulness to Christ. The latter is a walking apart in fancied superiority, led on by pride and vainglory.

Yes! What a wonderful reminder. Prophecy is a light, given to us for such a time as this. What we are seeing has been foretold and we can take great encouragement in this. May we, as Jude encourages us, build ourselves up in holy faith and keep ourselves in the love of God, helping others along the way as God gives us opportunity.

*Ironside, H. A.. An Exposition of the Epistle of Jude (Ironside Commentary Series Book 44) (p. 44). CrossReach Publications. Kindle Edition.