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Love is patient and kind, love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful. It does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. 1 Corinthians 13:4-8a (KJV)

      Tomorrow would have been my godmother’s birthday. Her name was Lillian Holmes, and she was probably the person who made the greatest impact on my life. She loved me. I miss her so much. She died when my own daughter was just a baby, but I can’t help but still think about her on this day, and so often throughout my year. Other people may look up to movie stars or sports figures, but Mama Lil was always my hero. I have no doubt she’s in heaven singing with the angels now, and I will see her again one day. Without her, I don’t think I would have ever known what love is.

Yes, I called her Mama Lil, as did most of the rest of the people she knew. Mama Lil had raised 53 foster children, including my older brother and me for the first four years of my life. My dad was in Korea, and my mom worked nights at Bill’s Barbecue in Richmond, VA., so we lived with Mama Lil and Daddy Harry and their family.  Mama Lil and Daddy Harry had already adopted two of her foster children. They were sisters, Patsy and Jackie. I think there may have been other children coming and going on a temporary basis when we first came, and I remember many adult children visiting throughout the years with their own children, but as far as I know, we were the last permanent residents. (At least permanent in the sense we lived there four years.) Jackie married my cousin as a young teen and had two children. The marriage failed.  Jackie and the two boys also returned home and lived with Mama Lil and Daddy Harry until Jackie remarried when I was a teen. So her world knew her as Mama Lil, even though she’d had no biological children, or if she did, they were already in the arms of Jesus. It’s so sad to think there are so many babies aborted each year when there are so many women out there like Mama Lil. All they’ve ever wanted is a baby to hold in their arms and shower love on like she did with me.

Even after my dad came home and we moved away, most of my summer months were spent with Mama Lil and Daddy Harry down at their home on the Rappahannock River. And when my parents divorced when I was sixteen, Mama Lil and Daddy Harry moved in with my dad to help take care of us. They didn’t move out until my dad remarried.

My mama always claimed I was Mama Lil’s favorite. It was her excuse for not loving me herself. Can a child ever have too much love in their life? I don’t think so. I think my mom’s view of love was skewed, as is most people’s view of it. 1 Corinthians gives us God’s definition of love. Mama Lil’s version of it came as close as any I’ve ever seen on earth. She was kind and giving. Her love took action, saving lives of children in desperate situations. No, her love was not perfect. Only Jesus’ was perfect, and yes, maybe I was her favorite because I was the last baby girl, and maybe it was because she sensed I needed love so desperately. All I know is how much I praise the Lord for putting me in her path, and how much I thank Him for her mighty example to me of how to love.


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Don’t Do Nothing

     These words were written up on the screen in large letters Sunday morning at church. It was the theme of a great sermon preached by one of our associate pastors, Glen Rowden. (I hope that’s right. Please forgive me if it’s not.) We have quite a few associate pastors at our church, and we don’t often get to hear some of them preach, so it’s always interesting to hear what they have to say when they do. Glen is in charge of our connect groups, and he’s an incredibly funny guy. He’s about ten times more animated than most of our preachers, so there were a few times I was afraid he was going to go splat, right across the front five rows of the sanctuary. He didn’t, but anyway, he got his point across with a morbidly funny story about a rabbit, a cat, and a hawk; oh, and a wife with a wicked moral to the tale. I won’t steal his thunder, but you can hear the story for yourself at  The point of the story was “all it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” I think I’ve heard that before.

Sometimes it seems like evil is triumphing in our world today. The statistics are frightening. Christians are being beheaded by ISIS and other groups, crime is rampant, and abortion and other ills abound. But what can we do about it? Can we really make a difference? After all, I’m just one person, or at least that’s what we tell ourselves. There are over six billion people on this earth, and most of them are headed straight to hell. No, we can’t save all of them, but what if we can help save one of them, or two, or three, or four, or more?

God created us all for a purpose. He called us to Himself, and gave us different gifts to achieve that purpose. Ephesians 2:10 says, “For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God has prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them.” I’ve heard so many people say, “I don’t have any gifts or talents,” or “If I have any spiritual gifts, I sure don’t know what they are.” Baloney! If you don’t know what your gifts are, ask your friends. I’ll bet they know. So what if you can’t get up and speak in front of a thousand people? Maybe God never called you to do that, but He maybe He did call you to take that cute little blanket you crocheted to the unwed mother down the street as a way of telling her Jesus loves still her. Or maybe He is calling you to speak. You might start with a neighbor, or a friend, simply sharing your story of what God has done for you. It could change their life and yours. I took a public speaking class in high school. Every time I’d have to get up to speak, my voice would go up an octave, I’d be so nervous. So, can you imagine my fear the first time I spoke to a church? But sometimes God does call us to face our worst fears.

Our “something” can change with the seasons of our life. That’s okay. For years, I felt called to work with children. They were my passion. I still teach them in VBS every year. Now I teach Senior Adult ladies, and ESL, and I tutor a young man on Tuesday afternoons. It’s much easier on the nerves. At least I’m still trying. I honestly believe that the minute I finish whatever my purpose here on earth is, the Lord will take me home. I’m ready to go home, but as long as He has something else for me here, I’m willing to stay too.

Our Connect Group lesson Sunday was on Gideon. We’re studying Judges this month. Don’t you love the synchronicity of God’s work? It’s like He always weaves things together in such wonderful ways to make us know that it was all in His plan. What if Gideon, or Deborah, or Samson had done nothing. What if they’d just sat back and said, “I’m just a nobody. I can’t do anything. I’m too afraid? They were all poor. Deborah was a woman in a completely male dominated society. Gideon was afraid. So was Barak. They weren’t perfect. Neither are we. But when God called, they heard and obeyed. So must we. Do something. Don’t do nothing. Find the thing God calls you to do, and do it.

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Prayer and Praise


Hear, O kings, give ear, O princes, to the Lord I will sing; I will make melody to the Lord, the God of Israel. Judges 5:2 (KJV)

Our Sunday morning Connect Group lesson was on Deborah this week. Deborah was the first (and only, as far as we know) judge of Israel. One of the ladies said we didn’t talk much about Deborah in Baptist churches because it didn’t quite fit in with the Baptist doctrine of not allowing women in leadership roles in the church. What do you think? Is she right?

Because of my research for my novel, Woman of Light, I was able to give the class some background information that wasn’t in the text. First, in Hebrew, Lappidoth is a feminine plural noun, so it is not likely to be a man’s name. Even Matthew Henry agrees it’s not. Thus, wife of Lappidoth means what? The word literally means candles or torches. A few scholars have suggested it may have been the name of a city, but no such city has ever been found.

According to the Talmud, Deborah was the wife of Barak, the general. If you think about it, this makes a lot of sense. It explains so much about the story. Why would any upstanding Hebrew man of that day let his wife go off for months with another man? Why would the great general of the Israelite army care what a woman said in the first place? Why would he insist she join him? Maybe it’s because he knew and trusted her judgment and had seen her faith in action. Maybe he’d seen the power of God in her life. Rather than indicating a lack of leadership on his part, it may have meant he wasn’t afraid to take a back seat to her if it meant victory for Israel.

Some scholars think that Deborah was a candle maker. They believe Barak had been a poor man, but Deborah’s candles made him rich enough to become the great leader of Israel who would later become their general. A few have even suggested that she was the model for the Proverbs 31 woman.

To me, the greatest lesson of this story was the power of prayer and praise. All of Judges 5 is a song of praise sung by Deborah and Barak after the battle at Mt. Tabor. It echoes the songs of Miriam and Moses, and is a foretaste of the beautiful songs of Mary and Elizabeth that proclaim the coming of Jesus, the long awaited Messiah. So many of our older folks fuss because churches don’t have hymnals nowadays, but what they don’t realize is that, relatively speaking, hymnals are a new invention. Long before hymnals, people praised the Lord in song from choruses or scripture put to simple tunes they’d memorized. These Biblical praise songs came from an overflow of emotions wrought by personally witnessing the immense power of God, and responding to it in the only way possible—praise for His Holy majesty and merciful grace.

Today, our world is in chaos. We are such a divided nation, we can’t even enjoy a football game (not that I watch football, because I don’t) without dissecting every nuance of people’s words and actions looking for something to find offensive. We need healing, and it’s going to take a miracle. We’re in a battle, and the enemy is us. We need to look up, lift our voices in prayer and sing praise to our Redeemer, for He is near, and He waits for our call.

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Hope for Humanity


But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.                  1 Corinthians 13:7 (NASB)

     When I read stories like the recent attacks on Donald Trump’s ten year old son Barron, or other examples of celebrity viciousness against the family of someone they hate, I have little hope for humanity. We have become so spiteful we would take our anger out on innocent children. Why? Fear. They are afraid of Donald Trump.

But I must admit, if the tables had been turned, and they were for the last eight years, we too would have also been afraid. I was horribly afraid of what Hillary Clinton might have done to our country. I don’t think I would have attacked her children or grandchildren, but I would have spoken out. We are all called to speak out against what we perceive as evil.

The left does now see Donald Trump as being the personification of evil, They have been convinced he’s the reincarnation of Hitler. One of my ESL students told me last week that he hated all Mexicans. I assured her he didn’t; that his goal was to keep terrorists out of the country, but I know I didn’t change her opinion. It was too deeply ingrained. The odd thing to me with the comparison to Hitler is that Trump is pro-Israel. The terrorists he wants to keep out of the country are Islamic, arch-enemies of the Jews whom Hitler slaughtered to the tune of six million.

Of course the other slaughter Trump has pledged to fight against are the 60 million babies aborted since Roe vs. Wade. Did you know that “Roe” is now a pro-life activist? That’s what happens when someone meets Jesus Christ.

So, no, my hope is not in Donald Trump. He’s just a man, flawed just like the rest of us. I do believe he’s going to try to do everything in his power to turn the country around, but only God can do that. Our hope cannot be in any man, but in Christ alone. He is the One Who “makes a way when there seems to be no way.” He is the one Who can save us from ourselves. The Bible teaches us in Jeremiah 17:9 that “The heart is more deceitful than all else…” Only when we align ourselves with His will can we truly know Hope. He is our Hope. He’s the One we put our faith in. He’s the One who shows us how to love the unlovable and forgive the unforgiveable. He is the answer to every question we have. He’s the Way through every problem we encounter. I’ve been through the fire, and I know it’s true. He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life, and the only Hope for humanity.

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And my people, who are called by My Name humble themselves and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin and will heal their broken land. 2 Chronicles 7:14 (NASB)

     I spent Monday morning at the Atlanta March for Life. It was a great morning. David and Jason Benham gave the main address. These are the guys who were promised a show on HGTV, but lost it because the left labeled them as being “haters.” What was their so called “hate speech?” They said that marriage was between a man and a woman, and that babies in the womb had a right to live. They gave an excellent speech. It was all about love and forgiveness. Their dad was there. He was the one to lead “Roe” of Roe vs. Wade to Christ. She’s now an avid pro-life speaker.

Earlier, a brave woman, in her testimony, confessed that she had recently met her 40 year old son after trying to abort him, and then had given him up for adoption when she was unsuccessful. She said she was a Christian at the time, but had made some bad choices, and felt she had no other option. Her son’s name was Michael Moore, and he was the same gentlemen who had been playing such great music for us during our worship time. When he finally met her, his first question to her was if she knew his Jesus. He and his adoptive family had been praying for her. I couldn’t help but wonder how much such amazing talent has been lost to our world because of abortion. How many Beethovens or Mozarts, Einsteins, or whatever the field of greatness? But even more I wonder, were some Billy Grahams or Lottie Moons also lost? What might the last forty years have looked like without the horror of abortion? How did we, the church, let this happen? God forgive us!

Forgiveness is a topic I’ve thought a lot about recently. Our sermon series this month at Hebron Church has been on forgiveness. In the model prayer, (more commonly known as the Lord’s prayer), Jesus asks, “Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors.” In other words, “as much as,” or “in the same manner that” we forgive is how we’re to ask God to forgive us. Do we really want God to be as stingy with His forgiveness as we are with ours? My Windspree novel series is all about forgiving the seemingly unforgiveable. The lady yesterday, Mrs. Noble, had no doubt from the time she met her son that he had forgiven her. He’d had a great life, knew the Lord, and focused on thanksgiving that she had given him life. Still, it had to be a shock to him to learn that she had not chosen life for him. She’d chosen abortion. It was through God’s divine intervention that she’d failed, and he’d been born three months early at a time when survival at such an early stage was extremely rare.

I confess I’ve had my own battles with forgiveness. Betrayal by those you love the most is the hardest to forgive. And sometimes you have to do it over and over as new betrayals surface. I’ve been reading a lot of Steven James this month. I’d met Steven a couple of times at BRMCWC, and he’s an extremely charming man, so I’d expected his novels to be lighthearted and funny. They’re not! They’re dark and suspenseful. One of his characters in Placebo says that betrayal is the nature of human beings. The character is a serial killer, so I hope she’s wrong. But I do agree that it’s certainly in our nature. It’s something we have to fight in order to be everything God wants us to be.

A friend was complaining about her sister not speaking to their mother. The mother is ill, and she couldn’t understand how she could do that. I reminded her she’d not spoken to her mother herself for over a year. I asked how she could condemn her sister for something she’d done herself. She thought the situation was different then. But was it? We all have a tendency to justify our own lack of forgiveness. God doesn’t see it that way. He forgives us. He expects us to forgive others. And He warns that if we don’t, our prayers are hindered. An unforgiving attitude is a chain that holds us back from God’s provision. We need Him. So we must forgive, not for the sake of the other person, but for our own. Do you have any chains holding you back? If so, do yourself a favor.  Confess them, forgive as many times as necessary, and get on with your life. That’s what I seek to do daily. I’m not always successful, but I’m still working at it, and He’s still working on me. God bless.

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Love Languages


For God so loved the world He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life. John 3:16 (KJV)

     The introductory question in our Connect Group lesson Sunday morning was, “If you knew this was your final chance to speak to someone, what would you say to them.” The question   referred to a speech or lecture, but it reminded me of my final conversation with Kara in the hospital before she died. My last words to her were, “I love you, Sweetheart,” and hers to me were “I love you too, Mama.” Other than, “Do you know my Jesus,” which I knew Kara already did, I honestly can’t think of anything more important I could have told her or she could have told me. People need to know we love them. Unfortunately, we don’t always say it enough, or maybe we don’t say it in ways they get the message.

Several years ago, Gary Chapman wrote a book called The Five Love Languages. One of mine is gifts. I was thrilled because I got a couple of belated Christmas gifts Sunday morning from friends I hadn’t seen since before Christmas. I love receiving gifts, especially unexpected ones. I still remember a birthday present a Sunday School teacher gave me when I was little, a box of Whitman’s chocolates. Why would I remember that? Because people seldom remembered my birthday—they remembered it was my mom’s birthday, and one of her kids, but they didn’t remember which one. That Sunday School teacher told me she loved me. Maybe that teacher was one of the reasons I came to love Jesus early in my life—through her, God spoke my love language to me. Jesus loved me. When I thought no one else did, Jesus still loved me. And much more than a box of chocolates, He gave His only Son–to me, for me, to die in my place, so that I could live forever. What a gift He gave!

The sad thing is I’m not nearly the gift giver I used to be. I don’t have a lot of money these days, but that never stopped me in the past. When Kristina was a baby, I stayed up for days hand sewing a doll for her that was bigger than she was. I crocheted gifts, or held Princess House parties and toy parties, or did whatever else I could to earn nice things to give away to my loved ones. I think I slowly learned that few others spoke that love language. They really didn’t care. But God still cares.

The world is in a mess. We need to let people know we love them. We’ve got to tell them God loves them. Somehow. Some way. We’ve got to find a way to reach out to them and speak their love language. With some people, it’s easy. It’s just saying I love you.  But I wonder if with these, because it’s so easy, it means far less? I don’t know. To me, love costs something. It cost God so much. It cost His only Son. I lost a daughter, so believe me, I know how much it hurts. It must have broken His Heart like nothing we can imagine.

Lord, help me to find ways to let people know I love them and You love them today. God bless you, my friends

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Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer. Psalm 19:14 (NASB)

     There’s a time and a place for everything, or so my mama said. Fortunately for me, this is the place for me to speak my mind. But I never wanted it to be a place to just go on a rant and leave it at that. That’s why I added the subtitle to the blog , Applying God’s Word in an Ungodly World. It’s really not important what I have to say on any given subject. It’s important what God has to say.

     Words are powerful weapons. They’re nuclear. The old adage about them not breaking bones is baloney. They do far worse. They break the soul. That’s why people seem to now recognize bullying as the true crime it is. It’s nothing new. It’s been going on for centuries, but now at least, people are starting to recognize its danger.

The books of Psalms and Proverbs are full of wisdom about using our words wisely. Proverbs 15:1 says, “a gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.” We live in an amazing, but crazy, world where anyone can openly criticize the president, and yes, he can then tweet about them to the world. I know I’ve been guilty of this myself (more about Mr. Obama than Mr. Trump, not that anyone really cared what I had to say). The point is why? Why are people so set on stirring up anger when they haven’t even given the man a chance?

At the same time, those of us who are conservative need to realize that our words need to be gentle answers, not gloating. Love is patient. Love is kind… Love covers a multitude of sins. Words of love could soothe a lot of ruffled feathers. We must speak words of love.

Our Executive Pastor, (I think that’s his title), Derek Spain preached a beautiful sermon Sunday night called From Woe to Glory on Psalm 5. It was about directing our words of woe to God instead of vilifying others. That allows God to redirect our thinking and give us victory over any real or supposed enemies. Derek suggested praying this psalm back to God using our own prayer concerns just as David used his.  Our Connect Group lesson Sunday morning was on the Witness altar. In that case, the rest of the Israelites thought the Reubenites, Gadites, and half tribe of Manasseh were their enemies. They were mistaken. It was all a misunderstanding. How often are our divisions simply misunderstandings that if we could sit down and discuss things reasonably, we could easily solve?    Psalm 5:11 says, “But let all who take refuge in You be glad. Let them ever sing for joy; and may You shelter them, that those who love Your name may exult in You.” He is our shield and protector, and we can be glad. He is good.

Lord, let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.  Amen.

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But wishing to justify himself, he said to Jesus, “and who is my neighbor?”

Took down my Christmas tree on New Year’s Day. That’s one tradition I don’t enjoy nearly as much as putting it up. Somehow it’s much sadder, as if I’m packing away all the hope and joy that go along with Christmas with the decorations. But I shouldn’t. Christmas is a spirit that should remain with us all year. But does it?

I also took out two bags of trash. When the kids were little, I’d save all the tubes from the wrapping paper, and one of the best parts of the day was that we’d all have a huge sword fight with them until there was nothing left of them. Fortunately, we bought cheap wrapping paper, so they tended to disintegrate rather easily and no one could get hurt in the process. These days I mostly use reusable bags, so there isn’t much litter from Christmas. My two bags were the normal weekly output.

Even that’s too much though. If I’m a “Democrat” in anything, it’s that I agree we need to take care of our planet. I do recycle. But not nearly enough. And the plastic trash bags and grocery bags I bring home! They stopped making plastic diapers because they said they’d last a hundred years in a landfill. Won’t the trash and grocery bags do the same thing? I have cloth grocery bags. The problem is I tend to forget and leave them in my car. Then I shop with Kristina–in her car. A lot of good the cloth bags do me sitting back in my car at her house. I finally gave up and started using the store’s bags.  But a new year means a new effort. I need to start trying again.

So what does any of this have to do with having a Christmas spirit throughout the year? I guess it’s the idea that we are our brother’s keeper. We should care about our neighbor. We should care about our neighbor’s children and grandchildren. We have a responsibility to always do everything we can to make this world the best place we can for all who live in it. That shouldn’t be a Democratic or Republican thing. It should be a humanity thing. Loving our neighbor means caring. Even about trash.

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The Day After Christmas

   chip4pictures 113 …And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace

Today (Monday) was the day after Christmas. In ESL last week, we did a Christmas crossword puzzle, and the clue was the day after Christmas. To be honest, I had no idea what the answer was. I told them in England, I thought it was called Boxing Day, but as far as I knew, it didn’t have a name here. I know in retail, they used to say it was the biggest shopping day of the year, even outstripping Black Friday.  I know when I worked retail, I hated it. People seemed to immediately lose whatever Christmas spirit they had. Most of what we did involved returns, and many would try to get back more than had been paid for the items. I remember one lady who tried to get back full retail on an item she’d gotten free.

Fortunately, I don’t have to deal with that anymore. Still, it was a rather wet and miserable day today; mist and fog making the semi-warm temperature less than appealing. It kind of reminded me of when Jesus said He would rather we be cold or hot, that being tepid made Him want to spew us out of His mouth.  I would have loved either some snow or some sunshine. Today was just blah. It would have been a good day to simply curl up under the snuggly new comforter I got for Christmas (Thanks, Tammy), and read a good book on my new iphone (Thanks, Kristina). But I didn’t. I braved the weather (Remember, I live in Georgia, not North Dakota.), trudged out, and worked at cleaning Kristina’s office for all of about five hours, before coming back to my warm and cozy home. Poor little me.  Yeah, right. I know I’m blessed. I have a home to come back to, friends and family who care, good food to eat, and a Diet Coke whenever I want one. (I used to drink Diet Pepsi all the time, but when in Georgia…)

My roommate returned home tonight too after spending Christmas with her two daughters and the four-year-old grandson she met for the first time at Thanksgiving.  She said this was the best Christmas she’d had in her entire life. I was so thrilled for her. Christmas is not about things. It’s about sharing time with your family and friends.  But most of all, it’s about Jesus—and not just on Christmas Day. It’s not just about a babe in a manger. It’s about a Man on a cross. And it’s not just about a Man on a cross either. It’s that the grave could not contain Him. It’s that the tomb is empty. He is alive. That’s what makes Christianity different from every other religion in the world. No matter how miserable the weather gets this winter, no matter who the president is and whether or not we’re happy about it, no matter how good or bad the economy gets, no matter whether our family is near or far away. God is still with us. Jesus—He’s Immanuel, our Savior, our Lord, our Comforter, our Healer, our Friend. He’s all we need. Even on a wet, rainy, miserable day after Christmas. Anybody know what it’s called?

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  butterfly-1228639_1920 ‘For I know the plans that I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11 (NASB)

 Well, I’m back. I guess I just can’t keep my mouth shut about things that are important to me. Whether anyone reads it or not isn’t the issue. Speaking God’s Truth into touchy subjects seems to be what I’m called to do, and I must be obedient. So here goes.

It’s official. Whether you like it or not, the electoral college has spoken. We have a new president. For some of us, that means a new hope that things will get back to at least a semblance of reality. For others, at least according to Michelle Obama, they have no hope.

But no matter what party we belong to, we can NEVER put all our hope in a person. If we do, they are sure to fail us. Idols have to fall. Whether the idol is Trump, Obama, or Clinton, or anyone or anything else we can put our trust in beside Jesus, God will never allow them to stand.  I learned this lesson the hard way. I was married for forty years to someone I gave my whole heart to. Like I said, idols have to fall. People are flawed. They can never live up to the ideal. Only Jesus can do that.

At Christmas, we celebrate the reason He can–because He is God Incarnate–God with us–Immanuel. People nowadays tend to dismiss the virgin birth as a fairy tale. IT’S NOT! It’s the Truth, the whole Truth, and Nothing but the Truth! The King of Heaven stepped out of Glory to be born in a manger, live the one and only perfect life capable of making atonement for sin, and then died to make that payment. The resurrection is our proof that HE WAS WHO HE SAID HE WAS, AND HE DID WHAT HE SAID HE DID! Praise God for His salvation plan. Because of it, we CAN have real hope. Our God is not dead. He’s alive, and He’s coming again just as He said He would.

When He walked the earth, Jesus told everyone He must be about His Father’s business. What was that business? Well, if we look at His life, it’s easy to see. Yes, He did many miracles and healed people, and we may not be able to do those things, but the main thing He did was to give them a Hope. He is the Hope, and all who know Him can give that Hope to others simply by opening their mouth and sharing the Good News. We don’t have to do it alone. He gave us His Word to help us show them the way to Him. The plan is simple. I teach it to children. A-Admit to God you’re a sinner.(Romans 3:23, 6:23), B-Believe that Jesus is God’s Son, and that He came to earth to live a perfect life, die to pay the penalty for your sin, was resurrected on the third day, and now sits at the right hand of the Father interceding on your behalf. (John 3:16), C-Confess your sins and commit your life to His care. (1 John 1:9, Romans 10:10).

Because I have that precious Hope, I must be about my Father’s business. People need Hope.




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