Sunday, June 26, 2022

Adversity

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭119:65-72‬ ‭NIV‬‬

“Do good to your servant according to your word, Lord. Teach me knowledge and good judgment, for I trust your commands. Before I was afflicted I went astray, but now I obey your word. You are good, and what you do is good; teach me your decrees. Though the arrogant have smeared me with lies, I keep your precepts with all my heart. Their hearts are callous and unfeeling, but I delight in your law. It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees. The law from your mouth is more precious to me than thousands of pieces of silver and gold.”


Ps 119   65-72.  I'm really focused on these verses, realizing that I needed to come to a place where I was totally all In. I needed to accept the fact that as hard as I prayed and believed for healing, it didn't happen for a reason.  The pain was still there day and night, mobility was so limited, even the simplest tasks became impossible.  I continued to pray and receive prayer for healing, and all the while was being drawn closer to the Father. Bit by bit, distractions and idols were let go or were stripped away. I was overwhelmed with losses for a time. I had my Gasthemany moment, crying out to God, “Your will ,not mine….no matter what!” Then time and experiences to actually mean it.  The pain and losses became a part of me, but not in a negative way, since the Lord was graciously holding all of my brokenness together, using this flawed vessel for His good and His glory. Without the afflictions, both physical and emotional, I would not, could not, be here now …. A disciple of Jesus, all in, ready to go where He sends me. At this point I am grateful for the affliction, for the pain, for where it has brought me. It has been an amazing lesson to ponder over the last several days. I am grateful for the gift of healing through Doctors and surgery. It seems God is providing this because I have grown and am committed to continue to grow. The pain and sorrow that I have experienced has brought me to the foot of the cross. I am grateful and will never stray again.


Tuesday, April 19, 2022

SHOPPING CART EVANGELISM

  It began with an accidental run in with a gentleman pushing his Walmart cart into mine next to the cooler of  frozen chicken breasts. We laughed and apologized, and because this is still a small town, we started a little conversation.  I noted his Navy Vietnam Veteran ball cap, and thanked him for his service. He reminisced a bit about those years, which led into a discussion about the increasing cost of groceries and gas, and the store shelves becoming emptier every day.  He is on a fixed income, concerned and frustrated.  I mentioned that I was a “Bible Thumper” and that most of the events all over the world have been predicted in the Bible. I wanted to keep it light hearted, and told him I read the last chapters of the book….I know how it ends, and I’m not afraid!  He was still listening, his shopping cart t-boned into mine, so I continued; “So, where are you with Jesus?”  He shrugged, not sure.  His daughter has been talking about salvation through Christ, but he has never done anything about it.   We continued to chat for a few minutes, I asked him to take that step, pray that prayer, and that I wanted to see him in Heaven……perhaps sooner than any of us could imagine.  We parted with a handshake and smiles, and I continued to shop for frozen chicken, praying for his salvation.  It occurred to me right there that my prayer for boldness to speak out and share my faith had been answered! I had found my mission field….Walmart! And, so, Shopping Cart Evangelism was born. 

In the late 1970’s, we met and became friends with Jack and Wendy Rawls.  Their family and ours bonded over similar “Mother Earth News” lifestyles; gardens, goats, and chickens.  We enjoyed our friendship, but I was hesitant because I had seen a bookshelf in their home full of bibles and religious books. I had made the comment that I hoped  they didn’t lay that stuff on me!  They never did. Instead, they lived the lives of Jesus followers in front of us and modeled the kind of life we desired.  I remember telling Wendy that what ever it was, I wanted it.  It was Jesus.  Jack and Wendy were Bible school graduates, and had been able to study under some of the great teachers in the Pacific Northwest, including Joe Aldrich from Multnoma School of the Bible.  He authored a book, “Lifestyle Evangelism” , which happened to be one of those books in their bookcase, and one they lived.  

So, as I wander around Walmart with my shopping cart, exchanging smiles and small talk with other shoppers, it has become clear that I can share my life in a small way that might mean everything to someone.  It has been wonderful.  Little conversations about prices and no powered milk, lead to speaking the name of Jesus and His plan of salvation.  My part is easy…..speak to the people God puts in my path. Actually, speak to the people God puts in the path of my shopping cart. 

Thursday, February 3, 2022

Shalom, I am Mary Magdalene.


I have been fairly quiet since the resurrection of my Lord Jesus, but I feel it is time to share my story with you. The apostles have given so many details in their Accounts of what transpired and they are true to form and fact. All I can add is my personal story.

I met rabbi Yashua During the worst days of my life. I had been shunned in my village of Magdala by family and friends Because I had become oppressed by darkness. I did not know that I was possessed by demons…. not just one but many. I met Jesus as he was ministering in the Galilee, He immediately recognized my pain and knew that I needed deliverance. The apostles were there and watched as he delivered me from seven Devils. It was frightening and painful and I’m sure it was difficult for them to watch as well. All I could do was focus on the love I saw in the eyes of the man that was ministering to me. He was gentle and kind but fierce and strong as he drove seven demons away. Immediately, the darkness in my mind lifted. I was able to see and think clearly and I knew that was that I had been delivered from all that evil. I fell at his feet and worshiped him. From that day on I was one of the many that traveled with him, serving him, worshiping him, and Learning everything that he was teaching us. Every day was a new experience and a new lesson. He spoke of love, grace and forgiveness. They were such light in his presence. I could not bear to be away from him. The crowd around him continue to grow, but there was a small band of us who were close to him and to each other, the apostles especially Peter James and John, his mother Mary, sometimes the other Mary and Martha her sister, and the rest of the entourage Who sat under his teaching.  With the other women, we cooked and washed, we tried to make life easier for our rabbi, our teacher. He gave so much of himself, and was so full of love for each and every person around him, no matter who they were or where they came from or their social status. We could not Outgive him, We could not repay him for all he had done In each of our lives. We talked among ourselves, expressing the fact that we were new creatures, we were different than we had been. I, certainly ,was so transformed, my family and friends did not even recognize me. 

Jesus was never afraid when the rulers and religious leaders began to turn against him. He told us things that we did not understand at the time, but we came to realize he was warning us of his death. And as you have read, the apostles spelled out very clearly how awful that night was. He went off with them to the garden to pray. I remained back with the other women, But heard the commotion when they came and arrested him. We followed behind and stayed in the dark recesses of the buildings and watched as the night progressed. I saw him beaten And Mocked and ridiculed. The Romans are so cruel. I wanted to stop them I wanted to say something, but knew that I would be taking my own life in my hands in doing so. We stayed in the darkness and cried together. We walked along side in the crowd along Via Dolorosa as he staggered to Golgotha, Crowds had gathered so we didn’t have to hide at that point. But we were frightened and we were grieving. I stood with Mary and was John as we clung together at the foot of the cross and watched our beloved Jesus suffer and die. This was the worst day of my life. But he continued to show love and mercy and forgiveness as he hung there. It was unbelievable, but when he could open his eyes and look at us we saw pure love radiating out from him.  He spoke to Mary, his mother and to John who was his favorite.  He looked at me, and no words were necessary.  I felt his love.

After he died it was important that we retrieved the body and start the process of embalming. It was almost sunset and it was Sabbath. Joseph offered his tomb and it was close by. The Roman guard allowed us to remove the body and we carried him to the tomb and began to start the process of burial. We had to leave by sunset, and the Romans rolled the heavy large stone in front of the door of the cave that was the tomb of my Lord. The world seem cold and dark, and we all felt lost. All we had was each other, and we were afraid, and we were alone, and all Our hopes were shattered

We remained cloistered , it was difficult to eat or drink, to speak or to sing or just celebrate Sabbath.

Early Sunday morning we were freed from the Sabbath restrictions and I with two other women hurried to the tomb to see if we could finish the burial dressings. From a distance I could see that the stone had been moved and I ran ahead and went into the tomb and found the wrapping cloth lying on the chiseled out bed, empty. The other women came and we were confused and we were frightened and angry that they had stolen his body. I thought the gardener was there, but he was not. I was Overcome with grief upon grief. Suddenly he spoke to me, asking why I was crying, I did not know how the stone could’ve been moved, I didn’t know where they took him. And he spoke my name,….. it was my lord, my master.  I Fell at his feet and tried to embrace him, But he denied me that privilege saying it wasn’t time. I couldn’t understand what he meant. I was overcome with joy though that he stood in front of me. I immediately ran to tell Peter and John what happened, And of course they didn’t believe me At first. But eventually they did, they all did and they all got to see Jesus and we all spent time together for the next 40 days. I watched from a distance as he rose into the heavens. I had heard him tell the men that he would return For us. In the meantime he wanted us to continue with what we had learned and seen While we Traveled with him. He told us that another would come to take his place and to help us. 

Days later, as Luke has told you, we were all still waiting in that upper room,Praying and singing when suddenly fire fell And touched the heads of everyone there. What a magnificent sight that was! Our prayers became emboldened and we were praying in other languages and our worship became louder and crowds gathered outside. Peter went out and spoke to the crowd to tell them of Jesus and the resurrection and the life that he has promised us if we follow him. People wanted to Receive the faith that we had, And many heard the truth and Believed it. They were baptized right then and there.  this continued Every day and we brought  many into the fold. I was busy preparing food and tending to children and The elderly and Infirm. It was a time that I will always remember that was full of joy and hard work as we waited for Jesus to return.

Life is much quieter now. I still care for widows and children here in Magdala, but it is a slower pace. The apostles have all gone in different directions, a few have met their death, but all of us continue to tell of Jesus, Of his life and death, of his resurrection, of his miracles and signs and wonders. We will tell the story to anyone and everyone until the day he returns. 



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I miss my Mom

Some days more than others…..but, I miss her every day   


 I miss you, Mom

I miss your smile 

I wish we could sit and

Talk for a while


I want to share my day with you

The little things I say and do

To talk about the sun or rain

Or share the smallest joy or pain


I know you're watching over me

You see much more than I can see

I listen for your voice at night

Telling me that it's alright


I want to hold your hand in mine

And for a while turn back the time

I want to see your face once more

Standing in that open door


I hope you know how much I care

How much I miss you being there

To comfort me, to calm my fears

To share a laugh or wipe my tears


The day will come, I have to wait

We'll reunite at Heaven's Gate

Until it's time for me to go

I love you, Mom, more than you know