Thank You for Sharing, Next.

What do you hear from that? Simple and burden-less, like you can unload and not feel ashamed?

Sometimes when I visit a church they have what’s called prayer and praise. There is nothing wrong with saying “praise God” for this or that, or if somebody needs prayer for their illness or surgery, and that’s about as far as it normally goes.

But I was troubled at the thought today that no one says anything that’s going on within. Like I’ve been really having trouble this week emotionally and could use support, or I’ve been struggling with this pride issue, or such and such habit has taken over my life and I could really use some help, etc. The list is endless and I wonder why no one says anything about it? A favorite comedian of mine shared how she once dealt with depression by going to a mental health facility. There was a weekly meeting that was going on called “Group.” Everybody sat in a circle and would say something like, “Hi my name is So and So, and I’ve been doing this or that, and I came here because I need help, etc.” After that, the leader simply says, “Thank you for sharing, next.”

It’s frightening to feel alone and vulnerable, and even worse when you think people, especially in the church, will look down on you for having a very human dilemma, and simply tell us that we’re supposed to toughen up and get over it. Little wonder why very few are brave enough to come out and take the risk of speaking what’s really on their hearts. How freeing it would be to just hear in the Body of Christ, something more along the lines of, “Thank you for sharing, and it’s okay. You aren’t looked down on for that problem. We’re family.”

Till Jesus wills it,

The Locked Door

Say you were homeless and it was cold outside.  You want to get to shelter, and it doesn’t matter where so long as you don’t have to feel the chill.  You come across a church building and hoping someone is inside and in a charitable mood, you make your way to the door and knock.  No one answers, so you knock again and try the handle.  To your disappointment it’s locked.

So, what now?  No one’s there.  A building you had thought to help in such a case as this is there, but the people within are not.

Locked doors have its advantages and disadvantages in my mind.  First they help to keep out robbers who would steal valuables, but in another case the prevent the needy from coming in to a place where they could be helped.  Naive?  Maybe, but mind you dear friend, while we as the Kingdom’s children are to be wise, we aren’t meant to be heartless either.

“If you did anything to the LEAST of these, My people, you did to Me.”

Don’t lock your heart to compassion and mercy.

Till Jesus wills it,

Riches or Poverty, Give Me Neither

What was Jesus meaning when He told the rich young man to give everything away to the poor? Being wealthy, while convenient for life, can cause more worries and cares in the world then there would be without. But the same is true with poverty.

I’ve seen some get carried away with this passage because it seemingly suits their agenda for political or some other reasons, but knowing Jesus, He was getting at something else when He said it. I confess my friend I’m still trying to figure it out but I guess you and I can try to be inspired as we go.

The psalmist had some wise council when he prayed, “First, help me never to tell a lie. Second, give me neither poverty nor riches! Give me just enough to satisfy my needs. For if I grow rich, I may deny you and say, “Who is the LORD?” And if I am too poor, I may steal and thus insult God’s holy name.” Proverbs 30:8-9

I think what Jesus was meaning was that in order to be content we have to rid ourselves of the things that will inevitably pass away and depend completely on Him for provision. He’s not called Jehovah Jerah (God who provides) for nothing.

The leaders and teachers of the law thought it was alright to be rich and while there’s nothing wrong with that, letting it go to their heads and acquiring more of it is. It becomes an anchor on which their lives become set.

We have a Father who owns the cattle on a thousand hills, He tells us not to worry about food, clothes etc we’re more valuable then even the birds in the air and flowers that grow in the fields. He knows how to care for us.

Till Jesus wills it,

Word of God Speak

What You pour out like rain,
washing my eyes to see Your majesty.
To be still and know that You’re in this place,
please let me stay,
and rest i
n Your holiness..

When God speaks, you know instantly sometimes.  The noise drowns out the still small voice, but for me every once in awhile I hear it clearly and I know it’s Him.  It’s fulfilling the scriptures that His sheep know, and understand His voice.

I think there is a reason why one of my top five favorite books is “Hinds Feet on High Places.”   There have been times when my beloved Shepherd has spoken to me through a certain passage in it, and oh the joy and thankfulness I feel!  Words can’t describe it.

“Nothing, not even your shrinking (fearful and doubting) heart can pluck you out of My hand,” He said to me the other day, when I was feeling particularly distressed about some of the spiritual issues that I’ve been feeling.  Even then, after He told me I couldn’t help crying, because when I hear His voice the world stops, and I’m safe from all my issues and fears.  The next few minutes was like the best hug I’ve had in awhile.  Everything was quiet, calm and alright.

He knows me better than I know myself, and He won’t rest until He makes me what I will be when my journey is over.  The next bit of that passage in the book was, “Will you still trust and still love me even though this way seems dark and unfruitful?”

My response is what Much Afraid thinks of when they go down into the Valley of Loss: “Nothing else really matters, if I should cease to love Him I should cease to exist, I can not live without Him or loving Him.”

Behold me.  I am your little handmaiden, “Acceptance with Joy.”

Till Jesus wills it,