Bowling for Dollars

Once upon a time, in 1970-something, a young family regularly watched the game show Bowling for Dollars. The young father spent a majority of the show criticizing the bowlers who didn’t do very well. As a bowler himself, he felt very qualified to judge them.

One day, the man decided to try out for the show. After all, it looked so easy. He was a decent bowler. He would, of course, do so much better than these pathetic contestants they watched every week.

He passed the first two trials and then went on to be a participant of the taped episode.

It was at that time, that he recognized that bowling for money in front of both a live audience and a tv audience wasn’t just about bowling. It was about the pressure not to make a fool of yourself.

Which he promptly did. After he was done, his rolls had been extremely unimpressive and included several gutter balls. He came home with $7.

After that, he watched the game show with quite a different spirit. He had been there and it wasn’t as easy as it looked.

It is quite easy to judge people for things we think we understand; things we think we’d do differently.

Years and years ago, I had a friend (who I am no longer in touch with) whose husband had an affair.

In my immaturity, I quickly stated (quite unwisely, I might add), “well, I would leave him.” or some such stupid thing.

Her profound answer has stuck with me my entire life: “Well,” she said tiredly, “you really don’t know what you would do until you are in my place.”

I have never forgotten that.

We don’t know what we would do. We think we do know. But we don’t. It’s so important we stop judging people hurriedly and without knowledge and, instead, pray for them.

It’s so easy to do, isn’t it? Even if we are wise enough not to speak it, we are thinking it.

Oh, that we may recognize that we don’t know. We just don’t know what someone is going through. And in that humble recognition, may our love and grace grow for those who are going through things we can’t possibly imagine. We really don’t know how we would respond.

No, they may not be handling things the way we would. They may even be handling them sinfully (which does need to be addressed), but love needs to be our motive and love should be what drives our thoughts and speech. Not censure.

Maybe you have this down. I definitely don’t. But God continues to show me this and grow me in this area. And I’m not the same person I was. God is so faithful.

So let’s keep growing together in our knowledge of God’s Word, in discernment, in wisdom, in love, and, yes…in grace.

The Allure of a Lie

There is one particular thing that I’ve encountered over and over again as I seek God through His Word and compare what I see in the world to what I read in the Bible.

And that being: An unwillingness of certain people to even have a thoughtful discussion.

So many people toss out something you’ve studied at length with a quick word given with ridicule. In fact, “study” has become a word that is viewed with disdain in a lot of ways. Particularly if it comes to the Bible and comparing what it says, both for our lives today and for what it says regarding the future, to the things we are encountering in the world around us—particular the world that calls itself “Christian” or “evangelical”.

A pastor by the name of David Nelson (1793-1844) wrote a book back in the early 1800s that addresses this unwillingness to study for oneself:

We do suppose that of all the scoffers who were to come in the last day and who were to be wilfully ignorant, there is scarce, one but would be willing to receive historic knowledge, at least, provided an angel could just grasp it in his hand, and throw it into his brain, without any exertion on his part. But the toil of research he never encounters. He may snatch at some plausible objection to truth, as he hears it repeated: but to impartial investigation he is an utter stranger.

As Pastor Nelson implies, we do find that people who are unwilling to study for themselves, are, however, eager to grab on to and repeat a lie that promotes what they want to believe.

I say “they”. But, honestly, we can all be in danger of this, including myself. It is so much easier and alluring to believe an appealing lie than to face an unpleasant truth.

David Nelson goes on to say this about the one who would prefer to believe a lie—

still it is true, that one small cunningly devised falsehood will influence him further than one hundred plain and forcible arguments in favour of Revelation.

It is true, isn’t it? A cleverly devised falsehood will be most influential in the one who does not love the truth, and a mountain of Bible verses, facts, or documentation given as proof that his belief is not true will not change the mind of one who does not love the truth.

I’ve been thinking a lot about 2 Thessalonians 2:10-12 over thee past few months, in regards to this:

And with all deceivableness of unrighteousness in them that perish; because they received not the love of the truth, that they might be saved. And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie: That they all might be damned who believed not the truth, but had pleasure in unrighteousness.

This is speaking specifically to the day when the world will fall for the deception of the antichrist. But there is a lesson for us all in these verses: If we do not love the truth, we will be vulnerable to deception.

A genuine love for truth is the only thing that will protect us.

And this genuine love for truth will only be developed in the one who, by the power of the Holy Spirit, takes the time to pray and study the Bible. Not just read it, but study it.

Horatius Bonar has the best wisdom about our own personal study of God’s Word—

The Word must be studied in all its fullness. Over its whole length and breadth we must spread ourselves. Above all theologies, creeds, catechisms, books and hymns, the Word must be meditated on, that we may grow in the knowledge of all its parts, and in assimilation to its models.

Our souls must be steeped in it, not in certain favourite parts of it, but in the whole. We must know it, not from the report of others, but from our own experience and vision, else will our life be but an imitation, our religion second-hand, and therefore second-rate.

Another cannot breathe the air for us, nor eat for us, nor drink for us. We must do these for ourselves. So no one can do our religion for us, nor infuse into us the life of truth which he may possess. These are not things of proxy or merchandise, or human impartation. Out of the Book of God and by the Spirit of God must each one of us be taught, else we learn in vain. Hence the exceeding danger of human influence or authority.

Just like another cannot breathe the air for us, nor eat for us, nor drink for us, so no one can do our religion for us nor infuse into us the life of truth.

Oh, how many Christians rely on others for their growth? I used to do this myself, to be honest. I’ve shared that here often. I feel like my Christian life was status quo and without vigor until I picked up God’s Word for myself and began to study it on a regular basis.

I am a testimony of its power working to steadfastly transform an undeserved, sinful woman into the image of Christ, little by little.

This doesn’t mean we won’t continue to have blind spots that keep us from seeing ourselves as we really are. It doesn’t mean we will be perfect or that we will never fight sin or worldliness again.

What it does mean is that God, through our daily study of His Word and time spent in prayer, will open our blind eyes and then enable us to fight against the sin and worldliness that He has revealed to us. That’s it. All glory to God.

I want to be careful here. I have not “arrived”, by any stretch of the imagination (just ask my family!!) I am serious when I say any change in me is by God’s grace. But the Word is changing me. And it will do the same for you.

But it is only through our daily study of God’s Word that we will be filled with a love for the truth and be transformed into the image of Christ.

And this can only happen if we are willing to see ourselves as we really are. It can only happen if we are willing to see the people we love, the people we struggle to love, the world, and all that is happening in the world around us as they really are.

If we hold tightly to a lie—to our own reality that doesn’t represent truth—well, then, we will never change. And we will never be all that we can be for God’s Kingdom.

Oh, to be believers that love God’s Word—all of it in its entirety. Oh, to be believers that study the Bible, all of it—not just the parts that we like or find comforting. Oh, to be believers that will keep ourselves from deception and delusion because we dearly love the truth.

It’s Not One or the Other

I’ve had an interesting past week, which included visits to a surgery center and the hospital. As I reflect on these visits, I realize they are a great analogy as to how we are to approach the “love vs truth” dichotomy we find in Christianity today.

A nurse or doctor who is loving and kind is worthless if they won’t do the hard stuff. If they won’t give us the medicine that we need because it will make us “feel bad”, they can be as nice as can be but we will understand their complete incompetence, won’t we?

As we grow sicker and sicker—or even lose our life—their “love” will mean nothing. In fact, we will recognize that it wasn’t love at all that drove their actions, but rather a self-love that made them want to avoid our “bad feelings”.

On the other hand, a nurse who is mean and gruff who gives us the right medicine, in spite of how it will make us “feel”, is certainly not the blessing they could be. They can do everything right, but if they do it with a frown on their face and a mean spirit…well, love is important, isn’t it?

Love and truth aren’t enemies. They are the greatest of friends.

I’ve noticed a really strange dichotomy in the recent years and I really want to encourage my readers to avoid it. It seems that many Christians are drawn only towards the “love and grace” posts, podcasts, sermons, and books. While another group is drawn only towards the “truth and discernment” posts, podcast, sermons, and books.

This ought not to be. As believers, we need to highly value both. I strive very hard to be balanced here because God has clearly shown in scripture that BOTH are important. I am well aware I don’t do this perfectly but I am trying.

If we step back and really think about it, we will recognize that there is no genuine love without truth.

Truth, no matter how it’s spoken, will save your life. To confirm the salvation of someone who has no fruit and zero interest in repentance or being more like Christ is not true love. No matter how that truth is spoken, if someone who has been deceived repents and believes on the name of Jesus Christ, they will receive eternal life.

But love does change everything. It makes [some] hearers much more willing to listen and plants many more seeds than a harsh, critical word. I write “some” in brackets because, at this juncture, we find many who have no interest in hearing the truth, no matter how lovingly it is said.

We are told that people will turn from the truth in the last days (2 Timothy 4:3-4). We are told there will be many false “Jesus”s in the last days and they will deceive many (Matthew 24:5). We are told that there will be perilous times in the last days with people following their lusts and calling it godliness (2 Timothy 3:1-9). And we are told that people will be deluded in the last days because they did not love the truth (2 Thessalonians 2:10-11).

No matter how close we are to the actual return of Christ, we are most definitely seeing these things the Bible warns us of. Christianity is getting more and more confusing every day because so many things are done in the “name of Jesus”.

But is it the real Jesus? When we compare this “Jesus” to scripture, we can see most definitely it is not our beloved Savior who died for us and calls us to forsake our sin and the world and follow Him.

The Bible is true or it isn’t. Our faith is either based on the Bible or it’s based on human philosophy and opinion.

We can’t just define Jesus to be the way we want Him to be and then call ourselves a “Christian”.

Honestly, I think many of us Christians thought we would be in jail by now, being persecuted for standing up for the true, biblical Jesus.

Instead, we find ourselves being persecuted and rejected by those who either profess a different Jesus or are deceived to think all of the “Jesus”s are the same person.

So let me go back to the beginning of this post. As genuine believers, who desire to follow Christ wholeheartedly, we need to understand that there is a very concerted effort to move the world towards a one world religion (which is exactly what scripture tells us will happen! The Bible is 100% true!)

This is something that can’t be done without taking the eyes of the people off of God’s Word. And so there has been a real effort to move the hearts and minds of Christians from the Bible and to, instead, value more highly human opinions and their own personal experiences.

As we live in the midst of this crazy, confusing migration of “Christians” from Bible-believing religion to mysticism (let’s call it what it is), we must be passionate about both truth and love. We cannot—we dare not—eliminate either one in this very dangerous time.

And by doing this, God will use us to plant seeds for His Kingdom. He is still working in the midst of the “Christian” chaos and He is still using His people here on earth. We don’t want to be deceived into unbiblical thinking or a wrong focus, lest we be rendered ineffective. We don’t have to choose one or the other because, as believers, we must choose BOTH, just as Jesus shows us so perfectly in scripture.

We won’t change the world, but one day at a time, we can make a difference in the lives we touch. May we be courageous enough to speak the hard truths of scripture with love and grace. May we love others well and stand boldly in the swelling tide of apostasy.

The Rich and Divine Mosaic

God has really been working on me over the past several months. Or shall I say convicting me?

I had gotten a bit lazy in the outworking of my faith in my day-to-day life. Don’t get me wrong, nothing really bad. Just little things.

Things like not redeeming my time; or not paying close attention to how I care for my body. Little indulgences that were showing me my priorities. Little remarks to my husband that revealed an unloving heart.

I find that this stage of my life yields a higher temptation to get lazy and not examine my life as carefully as I did when I had kids at home watching my every move. After all, no one really knows if I am lazy, or watching too much TV, or yelling at my dogs. No one knows if I am encouraging others in unseen ways, if I am denying self, or choosing to forgive instead of holding a grudge.

At this stage of my life, with my husband still busy working, I have little accountability to anyone but God. And it’s easy to grow lazier and less “self-examining”.

But God has been calling me to examine myself. And to live a different life in the little things. A more holy life. An intentional daily life for Him.

The other night I saw a movie and there was some dialogue regarding the gap between who the girl was and who she wanted to be. And her dad said this: “Why don’t you become the girl you wish to be?”

It was a secular movie and the dialogue was from a worldly perspective, but it made me stop and think.

We, God’s dear, redeemed children, are not STUCK being the person we are. We, of all people, have hope for change. Why do we act like we are hopeless? Why do we believe we can’t change?

There is a lot in God’s Word about this particular topic and gives us much hope in this area of becoming more like Christ. However, I have been especially meditating on Galatians 2:20, which tells us what the redeemed life should look like.

I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.

You see, we rarely hear about crucifying self. About crucifying our own wants, needs, desires (little ones and big ones) to live for Christ.

If we do hear about it, it’s in some grand big celebrity style of giving up everything. Sell all your stuff and go live for Jesus in a different country. But Jesus never said this.

Instead, dying to self is in the little things. The little things we do and don’t do each day in our daily lives.

This is what God has been reminding me of in His Word and through many other ways.

As if to confirm what He wants me to learn, I read just last night the following in a book I am reading about holiness by Horatius Bonar. It can’t be an accident right? I thought I’d share it with you as I close this post today. I hope it’s a good reminder for us all that our holiness and sanctification shows itself in the littlest things. It’s so tempting to grow lazy, but let’s not ever be satisfied with status quo Christianity.

Bonar reminds us: A holy life is composed of the rich and divine mosaic made up of the little things.

Here’s what Horatius Bonar says about a holy life (emphasis mine)—-

But a holy life is made up of a multitude of small things. It is the little things of the hour, and not the great things of the age, that fill up a life like that of Paul and John, like that of Rutherford (1600-1661), or Brainerd (1718-1747), or Martyn (1781-1812).

Little words, not eloquent speeches or sermons, little deeds, not miracles, nor battles, nor one great heroic act or mighty martyrdom, make up the true Christian life. The little constant sunbeam, not the lightning, the waters of Siloah “that go softly” (Isa 8:6) in their meek mission of refreshment, not “the waters of the river, strong and many” (vs. 8), rushing down in torrent noise and force, are the true symbols of a holy life.

The avoidance of little evils, little sins, little inconsistencies, little weaknesses, little follies, little indiscretions and imprudences, little foibles, little indulgences of self and of the flesh, little acts of indolence or indecision or slovenliness or cowardice, little equivocations or aberrations from high integrity, little touches of shabbiness and meanness, little bits of covetousness and penuriousness [stinginess], little exhibitions of worldliness and gaiety, little indifferences to the feelings or wishes of others, little outbreaks of temper, or crossness, or selfishness, or vanity—the avoidance of such little things as these goes far to make up at least the negative beauty of a holy life.

And then attention to the little duties of the day and hour, in public transactions, or private dealings, or family arrangements; to little words, and looks, and tones; little benevolences, or forbearances, or tendernesses; little self-denials, and self-restraints, and self-forgetfulnesses, little plans of quiet kindness and thoughtful consideration for others; to punctuality, and method, and true aim in the ordering of each day—these are the active developments of a holy life, the rich and divine mosaics of which it is composed.

What makes yon green hill so beautiful? Not the outstanding peak or stately elm, but the bright sward [expanse of grass] which clothes its slopes, composed of innumerable blades of slender grass. It is of small things that a great life is made up; and he who will acknowledge no life as great save that which is built up of great things, will find little in Bible characters to admire or copy.

~Horatius Bonar (God’s Way of Holiness)

The Snowmen Left Behind

This past weekend was a whirlwind of activity, with many family members coming together to celebrate my dad’s upcoming 80th birthday. The plans to leave on Sunday were delayed because of snow and so we got to enjoy a couple of extra days with our daughter and our granddaughters.

While the men were out busy removing snow (part of our responsibility as landscapers), the women were at my house with ten of my eleven grandkids for much of that time. (We were missing that eleventh!)

It was a crazy, loud, and exhausting time. But it was also a wonderful, amazing time. What grandmother doesn’t love having her grandchildren together, watching them have fun and build memories together?

On Tuesday, as I walked into my house after dropping my daughter and her girls off at the airport, I sighed. It was just so…quiet.

As I cleaned up later, I spotted three little foam snowmen, leftover from the weekend. They sat there on the side of a little out-of-the-way table that was filled with other things.

I gently lifted them up and carried them out to my kitchen window and gave them a place of honor. They are a beautiful memory from a special weekend.

One of the things I can never get quite used to at this stage of my life is the “feast or famine” lifestyle. I go from crazy and loud to calm and silent in just a moment.

Back when it began, I really struggled. Sometimes I still do, like this past week. I feel so lonely when everyone goes home. It was extra hard this week, as my husband had to be out most evenings because the snow was deep enough to demand hauling out of tight areas and meant extra work for him that had to be done after places were closed. That meant I spent most evenings alone.

Those evenings got so long. But God has been teaching me this week (and, honestly, for a long time now) to appreciate the wonderful things about the crazy and the wonderful things about the calm.

Both are good. He has me in a place where I jump back and forth between them. This is where I am in my life right now. And it is okay.

This is such a small thing but, even in this, I need to practice leaning into the sovereignty of God. This is where God has me right here and right now. Being frustrated or sad or disappointed doesn’t do anything to change my circumstances.

With acceptance comes peace. It’s the only way to experience the joy and peace promised us as God’s beloved children.

For a long, long time, I just wanted to go back to my “mom” days. I loved being a mom. It was all I ever wanted to be. Now I get to enjoy being a grandma. But the adjustment took a long, long time. Occasionally, I still miss those busy mom days. But now, a few years out, I have learned to appreciate the quiet, as well. I have adjusted to the change in my life. It’s really amazing how we do adjust.

For you, leaning into God’s sovereignty is about something totally different. And perhaps much more life-altering. We struggle because we aren’t where we wanted to be. We aren’t where we thought we would be. We all have those areas of our lives. Many that we never talk about. And certainly don’t announce publicly.

Probably for all of us, God’s sovereignty can be hard to grasp when we ponder life’s biggest questions. We don’t really care for its implications. It makes us uncomfortable.

I am reading J.C. Ryle’s “Expository Thoughts on Luke” and in it this past week, he wrote about God’s Sovereignty. I want to share what he wrote here with you—


Let us settle it in our minds that whether we like it or not, the sovereignty of God is a doctrine clearly revealed in the Bible, and a fact clearly to be seen in the world. Upon no other principle can we ever explain why some members of a family are converted and others live and die in sin, or why some quarters of the earth are enlightened by Christianity and others remain buried in heathenism. One account alone can be given of all this. All is ordered by the sovereign hand of God!

Let us pray for humility in respect to this deep teaching. Let us never doubt that at the last day the whole world shall be convinced that He who now does not give an account of all His doings has done all things well!


God’s sovereignty is woven throughout all of the details of life. The big details of governments and world news down to the tiniest details of our lives.

A humble soul recognizes this and accepts it (although it can be a process to get there…).

The other day at my dad’s birthday party, I had a conversation with my uncle, who has been battling cancer. When I asked how he was doing, the first thing he said to me was how much God had changed him through it and he thanks God for it.

I immediately thought of Romans 8:28— And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

The one thing we know…the one thing we can be certain of…is that if we love God, then He will make sure every trial in our life is not wasted. All things will work together for good if we love Him.

This is not a promise to unbelievers. This is a promise to us—those who are redeemed children of God. And we can trust Him. But we first need to accept our circumstances and lean into His sovereignty.

I know my example above is so paltry and so very minor when compared to some of the trials you, my readers, are going through right at this moment. “Leaning in” may seem impossible for you right now. I encourage you to take the baby steps towards God in this time. If you can’t even pray then, as the father of the child cried out in Mark 9:24, cry out to God and ask Him to help your unbelief. He will answer.

Like I recently told a friend—I may need you to tell me the same thing sometime. I may be going through something and have lost sight of the truth. It happens to most of us at some point.

We need to gently and lovingly remind people of the truth of God’s Word. God has given us each other to encourage, lift up, and pray for one another. A true blessing.

For all of us, may we practice leaning into God’s sovereignty in the small and mundane circumstances of life so that we are more prepared when the bigger trials come.

We live in a fallen, sinful world. Many trials come for many different reasons. We can’t know God’s reasons nor His timing.

What we can know is that He loves us and that where we are right now is no accident, but, rather, sovereignly ordained by Him. And He will use whatever we are going through, whether big or small, for our good and His glory.

God’s Way of Holiness

Sometimes old books by godly men and women can take me a while to get through. Yes, sometimes it can be because of the old style of language, but, more often than not, language isn’t the issue. Instead I find such profound and convicting thoughts that I can only reflect on a few pages at a time.

Such is the case with a book called God’s Way of Holiness, written by Horatius Bonar. His life spans much of the 1800s (1808-1889) and he was a Scottish pastor, as well as being both author and hymn writer.

I thought today I would share just a few portions of this book, as I think you will be much edified by them.


And might I share a brief word about the books we choose to read before we go on? I used to really be drawn to shallow, popular books. The ones that everyone is reading or are listed as bestsellers. I also wanted to read easy books—the ones that are both easy to read and pleasant to hear or provide an escape from life. Not that these are always wrong, in and of themselves. But there’s so much more out there.

Somewhere along the way, God used a variety of different circumstances and a few people to challenge my thinking on what I read. I am particularly grateful for one woman, who, many years ago now, encouraged me to go beyond bestsellers and fiction and find real meat to put into my mind.

And so I did. Not that I only read authors like Horatius Bonar, Jeremiah Burroughs, JC Ryle, Thomas Brooks, or Richard Baxter. But I started to read them. Slowly but surely, I just read a page or two at a time and eventually get through the books.

I’ve learned a lot from these men (and so many others). I encourage you to seek out some of these old authors, as well. They give much needed perspective in these self-centered religious days and take us back to God-centered Christianity.

That’s my encouragement to you. Now for the quotes from Bonar’s book on Holiness.


This first section regards what the Bible teaches us about the believer and sin—

Love does not supersede Law, nor release us from obedience to it; it enables us to obey. Love does not make stealing or coveting, or any such breach of Law, no sin in a Christian, which would seem to be the meaning which some attach to this passage [Romans 7]; but it so penetrates and so constrains us, that, not reluctantly or through fear, but right joyfully, we act toward our neighbor in all things, great and small, as the Law bids us do. Yes, Christ “hath redeemed us from the curse of the law,” but certainly not from the Law itself; for that would be to redeem us from a divine rule and guide; it would be to redeem us from that which is “holy and just and good.”

And this—

Yet there are men who speak of Law as abrogated [done away with] to a believer, who look with no favor on those who listen to it but pity them as ill-taught, ill-informed men, who, if in Christ at all, are only Christians of the lowest grade, the least in the kingdom of heaven.

And this is said to be the proper result of a believed Gospel! This is called an essential part of higher Christianity; and is reckoned indispensable to the right appreciation of a saint’s standing before God. The realizing of it is a proof of true spirituality, and the denial of it an evidence of imperfect knowledge and a cramped theology!

We can find no such spirituality, no such Christianity in the Bible. This is license, not liberty; it is freedom to sin, not freedom from sin. It may be spiritual sentimentalism, but it is not spirituality. It is sickly religionism, which, while professing a higher standard than mere law, is departing from that healthy and authentic conformity to the will of God which results from the love and study of His statutes. It is framing a new and human standard, in supplement, if not in contradiction, of the old and the divine.


And, finally, I just want to share these profound thoughts about the Christian and how they present themselves to a dark and dying world—

Greater knowledge, lesser love! Higher doctrines, lower morals! Professing to be seated with Christ in heavenly places, yet walking in the flesh, as if proud of their elevation to the right hand of God! Speaking of the perfection of the new man in them, yet exhibiting some of the worst features of the old! Certainly, one who is “risen with Christ” ought to be like the Risen One. He will be expected to be meek and lowly, gentle and loving, simple and frank, kind and obliging, liberal and generous, not easily provoked or affronted, transparent and honest—not selfish, narrow, covetous, conceited, worldly, unwilling to be taught.

Scripture is wonderfully balanced in all its parts; let our study of it be the same, that we may be well-balanced men. [Emphasis mine] The study of the prophetic word must not supersede that of the Proverbs, nor must we search the latter merely to discover the traces of the “higher doctrines” which may be found in that book. We must not overlook the homely, and the little, and the common; we must stoop to the petty moralities, courtesies and honesties of tamer life, not neglecting those parts of Scripture— treating of these as vapid or obsolete—but bringing them to bear upon each step of our daily walk, and delighting in them as the wisdom of the God only wise.

There is a vitiated (impaired) literary taste, arising not so much from reading what is bad, as from exclusive study of one class of books, and these perhaps the more exciting. There is also a vitiated spiritual taste, not necessarily growing out of error or the study of unsound books, but arising from favouritism in the reading of Scripture, which shows itself both in the preference of certain parts to others, and in the propensity to search these others only for their references to certain favourite truths.

Let the whole soul be fed by the study of the whole Bible, that so there may be no irregularity nor inequality in the growth of its parts and powers. Let us beware of “itching” ears and eyes. True, we must not be “babes,” unable to relish strong meat, and “unskilful in the word of righteousness” (Heb 5:13). But we need to beware of the soarings of an ill-balanced theology and an ill-knit creed. True Christianity is healthy and robust, not soft, nor sickly, nor sentimental; yet, on the other hand, not hard, nor lean, nor ill-favoured, nor ungenial.

“Brethren, be not children in understanding: howbeit, in malice be ye children, but in understanding be men” (1Co 14:20).

We want not merely a high and full theology, but we want that theology acted out in life, embodied nobly in daily doings, without anything of what the world calls “cant” [hypocrisy] or “simper.”[coy; pretense] The higher the theology, the higher and the manlier should be the life resulting from it. It should give to the Christian character and bearing a divine erectness and simplicity; true dignity of demeanour, without pride, or stiffness, or coldness; true strength of will, without obstinacy, or caprice, or waywardness. The higher the doctrine is, the more ought it to bring us into contact with the mind of God, which is “the truth,” and with the will of God, which is “the law.” He who concludes that because he has reached the region of the “higher doctrines,” he may soar above the Law, or above creeds, or above churches, or above the petty details of common duty, would need to be on his guard against a blunted conscience, a self-made religion, and a wayward life.


I hope this was an encouragement to you today. This is generally not what you will hear on the radio or in podcasts. Many of you will never hear it from your pastor. But this is the historical understanding of Christianity. This is not new or unique to the authors and preachers that pre-date 1970.

I thank the Lord for godly men and women who expounded the scriptures throughout the years. May we broaden our perspectives by looking back into history, rather than limiting ourselves to this little bubble of self-centered Christianity we find ourselves living in and that is the basis for much of the fodder we are fed today.

A Look Back

The other day, while searching for something on Amazon Prime, a movie was suggested on the screen that we had watched years ago. We wouldn’t watch that movie today as God has so kindly been gradually convicting us of the things we set before our eyes since that time. There are many things I “used to watch” that I wouldn’t choose to watch today.

Sometimes I can find myself thinking even today, “oh, it probably wasn’t that bad” and turn something on for nostalgia’s sake. However, I almost always end up turning the movie or show off because I realize now that it simply doesn’t please the Lord. Sometimes it’s hard to turn something off. Mostly, I don’t miss my old entertainment but I need to be honest with you—sometimes it’s hard.

But when we saw that specific movie on the screen, my husband and I started talking about some friends that had encouraged us to watch it along with other things that were simply not beneficial to any believer. We had a period of time where we watched a lot of popular tv and movies and the reason for this was because of these friends, as we had mostly avoided it earlier in our lives.

When we started to drift apart from these friends, we were very, very sad. We had appreciated our friendship with them. However, we got used to life without them in it and moved on.

It wasn’t until we saw the movie pop up on the screen the other evening that we realized that God took something that was sad and hurtful to us, which certainly didn’t seem “good” to us at the time, and He used it to protect us and to move us away from something that was hurting us spiritually. We never really thought of that before.

And I have been thinking of two things to consider from this look back at our lives…

First, it’s a vivid reminder that God really does work all things for our good (Romans 8:28). But it doesn’t always feel good. And it doesn’t always seem good. And we might not know for years and years later of any good that came from it. Perhaps we may never find out. But we need to trust Him. We need to trust that God is good and that He will fulfill His promise: If we love Him, then all things will work for our good.

Second, it’s a convicting reminder to be the kind of friend that encourages and builds up our friends in the Lord, rather than the kind of friend that leads people towards worldliness and sin.

It’s not just about entertainment—although that is a sadly overlooked problem among those who profess Christ. It IS a big deal and it changes us, whether we believe it does or doesn’t.

I can’t even begin to express how much difference it made in my walk with God as I intentionally began to remove worldly entertainment filled with bad language, sexual immorality, violence, and vain humanistic philosophies (the most subtle of all! and found in even the most innocuous entertainment) from my life. Not that I ever watched, listened to, or read really bad stuff. We can always rationalize, can’t we?

Even today, I can still catch myself trying to rationalize. Thankfully, I am now at least aware that I need to really pay attention to what I am allowing in my mind. I really encourage you to do the same.

Entertainment of all kinds—what we watch, listen to, and read—is a big old open door for Satan to implant his philosophies and perspectives in our minds. It’s just so dangerous. NONE of us are so spiritually strong that we can withstand the barrage of wickedness that comes through entertainment. There will be some kind of collateral spiritual harm. There always is, whether we are willing to admit it to ourselves or not.

But, it’s not just entertainment. We can also, if we aren’t careful, lead people in things like gossip, anger, and grudges; in encouraging people in humanistic and psychological philosophies; we can be a stumbling block by drinking alcohol; we women can tempt a man to lust by wearing immodest, revealing clothing.

Another very common way we lead people towards the world is by only discussing the temporal things of this life—the news, work or career, sports, our children and their doings, fashion, celebrities, etc. There is nothing innately wrong with discussing these things but when God and His Word rarely, or never, come up in our conversations or when these things are not discussed in light of God and His Word, it shows something about where our hearts are and it leads people towards the world, rather than towards Christ.

There are a lot of ways we can lead people away from Christ instead of towards Him.

Honest self-examination is the first step to determining if we are helping God’s kingdom or hindering it.

Of course, none of us will help 100% of the time. That’s never the goal because it’s not even possible.

But may our lives, as a rule, lead people towards Christ. Jesus says we are His friends if we do what He commands (John 15:14). May we be shining examples of leading a life of submission and obedience to God and His Word, rather than leading a life of “doing just enough to get by”, while clinging to the world or our sin.


And so there are two things I’ve been reflecting upon as I have been thinking about those cherished friendships that simply…disappeared. I have no idea where those friends are today and how the Lord has led them in the area of entertainment. Perhaps He has led them on a similar journey.

One thing we can be sure of—the Lord will lovingly and faithfully lead anyone who seeks Him. One step at a time, He will conform us into His image and use all things for our good and His glory.

May we be faithfully examining ourselves and seeking to humbly obey Him as we take the path of growing in Christ.

A Better Question for the New Year

Today I am writing about something I’ve never written about before. And, until just recently, I have never given it a lot of thought. But several things over the course of the past few weeks have brought this to light and really made me start thinking about it. On this New Year’s Eve, as we prepare for a new year and a fresh start, I’d like to turn our focus to this specific thing.

Have you, like me, noticed how many broken relationships there are? How many people are outright rejected? Parents rejected by children who have written them off and never talk to them. Friends rejected by friends who simply disappear. Siblings rejected by siblings because of past hurts, current disagreements, or different life philosophies.

Rejection is a common, recurring theme in today’s world.

This is a relatively new thing. How and when did it start? And why have those calling themselves “Christians” jumped on board and joined the movement?

I have to confess that I have, a time or two in years past, said “life is too short” for a friend that has sapped my energy. And sometimes family members can try our patience, can’t they? People can be demanding and unpleasant and downright annoying.

Psychology has labeled these people “toxic” and told us to run from them in order to keep our personal peace.

But I have been thinking a lot about this over the past few days. Is this biblical counsel? Would Jesus tell us to avoid people we have decided are “toxic”?

Let’s take a moment to be reminded of our life’s calling as a believer—

Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God. (I Corinthians 10:31)

This verse tells us something very important about our new life in Christ: Instead of being “me-centered”, I now desire to be “God-centered”.

And so this naturally should cause our questions to change. Instead of “Is this person messing with my personal peace?” or “Is this person toxic?”, our question should become “What would bring God glory in this situation?”

Instead of basing my decision on how I feel, we want to base our decision on what will most honor God.

I know some of you may be thinking right now—but you don’t know my situation. You don’t know how this or that person brings strife and drama to my life.

That is 100% true. And I’d rather guess that there are situations where the strife caused may merit separation.

But even in those situations, it has to be about honoring God instead of giving ourselves peace.

What will most honor the Lord? Is the question we need to be asking as we navigate difficult relationships.

There are certain beliefs that have crept into Christian culture through humanistic psychology and this is one of them. I have no doubt some of you have even heard you need to flee a toxic relationship from your “Christian counselor”.

Fleeing “toxic people” is nowhere to be found in scripture. Instead, we see the opposite. We see that we are to love others like we love ourselves (note we already love ourselves, we don’t have to learn that!) (Mark 12:31); we see that we are to have speech filled with grace (Colossians 4:6); we are to treat others as we want to be treated (Matthew 7:12); we are to live peaceably with others, as much as it is up to us (Romans 12:18); we are to honor our parents (Ephesians 6:2) There are other verses that direct our relationships with others.

I can’t find even one about rejecting toxic people.

Now, keep in mind: There ARE quite a few verses about being very careful who we hang out with because of the danger they are to our spiritual health. That is a completely different subject and we would do well to heed scripture’s counsel on this.

If someone is dragging us towards sin or the world, we are to quickly flee from them. If someone is sinking us down into the mire of false teaching, we are to mark and avoid them.

But, that is not generally the reason that people reject others, is it? No, it’s for far more selfish reasons.

I don’t know today if you have chosen to reject someone and remove them from your life. I hope that if you have done this, that you will make the subject a matter of prayer and ask the Lord what He would have you do.

And I don’t know if you have been rejected—utterly and outright—by a precious child, or by a dear friend, or by someone you trusted. Rejection is a deep, searing type of pain, isn’t it? And it’s being experienced by so many these days. If we are that person, may we continue steadfast in prayer and keep our hearts from bitterness.

Life IS short. And that is why we must live for eternity.

So as we head into the new year, may we change our question from “what will bring me personal peace?” to:

What will most honor God?

A Home for Christmas (Part 5)

Today I present the final installment for this year’s Christmas story. Each year, I find myself wondering if I should continue this tradition here on the blog and each year, at the end of December, I am so glad I did. I so enjoy creating these little stories that remind us of God’s faithfulness and working in our lives. If you enjoyed reading this year’s story, could you let me know? And if you have any ideas for future stories, I’d welcome them. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and enjoy a wonderful holiday week ahead!


     Christmas morning dawned bright and sunny. During the night a fresh coating of snow had fallen and June, looking out the window as breakfast was being prepared, noticed that the sunshine made the snow glisten like diamonds. As she sat there staring at the world outside, she thought about the past few weeks and how fun they had been. Whenever she thought about the little cabin in the woods, she shuddered to think about returning there. When would they have to go back? Her little mind didn’t rest there for long as her eyes moved back inside when Joey coughed and she spotted all of those wonderful, colorful presents under the tree.
     Joey, sitting on the sofa, was not as affected by the gifts. Oh, he did find himself a bit excited to open gifts. They didn’t usually get any at Christmastime. But even the special treat of actually opening gifts on Christmas didn’t remove the awful burden of how he and his sister were going to survive when they moved back to the cabin.
     Both children were completely unaware, as children usually are, that Martin and Linda had vowed to care for them—whether it was official or unofficial. At least until their mother showed back up. The children were no longer alone. They just didn’t know it yet, because they wanted to tell them on this morning. Christmas morning. And, oh, how they wanted it to be official when they told them. But it didn’t look like that was going to happen.
     Martin had searched the surrounding villages high and low for the children’s mother, to no avail. All inquiries were dead ends, leading to nowhere. They had not given up but they had nothing to announce today.
     Martin had run down to the store to check something before breakfast and when his steps sounded on the staircase, Linda wiped her hands on her apron and came to the door of the living room to announce breakfast. The four gathered around the kitchen table and said grace before diving into a special breakfast of scrambled eggs, thick slices of bacon, golden pancakes, and Linda’s special baked cinnamon apples.
     Linda noticed a certain twinkle in Martin’s eye after he came back upstairs and gave him a questioning glance. He just ignored her as he heartily ate his breakfast and talked with the children.
     After breakfast, they went into the living room to open gifts. The next hour was spent oohing and aahing over all the wonderful treats and special items that had been chosen for the children. Fragrant oranges and sweet peppermints were in the stocking that they shared— a stocking that had been carefully packed away for five years and had the initial “R” on it.
     They opened gifts that contained new coats, hats, and mittens. Joey found a pocket knife in a small brightly wrapped package and June received a beautiful doll. The children, thrilled at their gifts— and even more thrilled that someone would care enough to actually give them something—were filled with gratitude. June exuberantly hugged both Martin and Linda and even Joey, who tended to be more reserved, hugged them both. That was a first.
     If only…thought Linda, but then she stopped herself. The children were here for now. That must be enough. She didn’t have to know what tomorrow held to enjoy today.
     June got up from the floor and retrieved a card from her room. The brightly colored Christmas card had been created from the paper and crayons that Linda had brought up from the store. She shyly handed the card to Linda and turned to Martin to say seriously, “this is for both of you.”
     Linda looked down at the card to find a picture of their little makeshift family beside a colorful Christmas tree. She couldn’t help but wonder what the future held as she beheld the precious gift in her hands.
     “Oh, thank you, June. This is such a lovely drawing,” she said.
     Martin cleared his throat and spoke up, “I wonder if I might give one last Christmas present?”
     “Now what do you have up your sleeve, my dear?” Linda laughed. She knew there was something special since he had returned from downstairs. She had no idea what it was, though. Perhaps he had ordered a special sled for the children, she thought as she remembered the snow that covered the ground.
     Martin continued, “this morning, I received an unexpected telegram. It would seem that a gentlemen I talked to a few weeks ago personally took it upon himself to locate your mother. He found her in a different state, where she now lives and works. He states here in this telegram,” he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and opened it to read, “that ‘Mrs. Martha Grayson gives her blessing for her children to stay with Martin and Linda Bell permanently’, ” he lifted his bright eyes and said happily, “Would you like that?”
     “Are you serious?” Linda asked in disbelief.
     Meanwhile, the children sat in stunned amazement.
     “There are some things we will need to do to make it official. But, according to the telegram that I received this morning, we should not have any problems,” Martin turned to the children, “So, you two, would you like to become part of our family? Linda and I have grown to love you both dearly and would love for you to stay here forever.”
     June was the first to jump up and throw her arms around Martin’s neck, “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! OH, YES!” she cried over and over.
     Joey was a little less ecstatic than June outwardly but he was certainly no less ecstatic on the inside. He sat in wonder at what had just happened. The burden of caring for his sister rolled off his small shoulders at Martin’s words and the thought of being part of a family with a loving father and kindhearted mother almost made his little heart burst with joy.
          That Christmas morning, love came to the children in the form of family and the joy of this would last through the coming years. It really was a happy ending in a world where there are so few happy endings. Unbeknownst to all who sat around the Christmas tree talking happily that morning, God had answered a godly grandmother’s prayer to care for her grandchildren. Just as the old woman had known He would.

 

A Home for Christmas (Part 4)

Christmas is just around the corner now. I hope you enjoy part four of this year’s story. You can find the rest of this story, as well as all the past Christmas stories, at this link.

     June was gently nursed by Linda for several days. Soon she was able to sit up and eat something. Joey had come down with the virus as well, although he was up and around again in just a day or two.
     When they both were completely well again, Joey began to grow uncomfortable staying with the Bells. He didn’t want to take advantage of their hospitality.
     One evening, after they had eaten dinner, he carefully broached the subject as June sat on the sofa looking through a picture book that Martin had brought up from the store.
     He heaved a big sigh, as if to gain courage, and then said, “perhaps it’s time June and I head back to the cabin. We are both well now and we don’t want to…well, as nice as it’s been here…we just don’t want to…” he stopped.
     Linda’s heart sank as Joey spoke these words. Unbeknownst to them, the children had brought much joy to the Bell house. Martin and Linda had lost a little boy five years before and they had forgotten how much they loved having children around them.
     Martin looked kindly upon the young man and spoke, “Joey, I’ve been thinking about this for a few weeks now. And I wondered if you and June would like to stay with us through the holidays? We have so enjoyed having you both here and we’d love for you to stay for a while longer. Would you be willing to hang around with us old folks for a couple of more weeks? Or are you anxious to get back home?”
     Joey stared at him in disbelief, “you are serious, sir?”
     “I’ve never been more serious,” said Martin.
     Joey and June did not have a good mother. Rather than teach them good manners and to care for others, she, through example, had taught them nothing except selfishness. Thankfully, the children did have a God-fearing, praying grandmother. And, while June was only small when she had gone on to heaven, Joey had learned much from her and was teaching it to his little sister. The children could have—should have— been a real burden to the Bells but, instead, thanks to a godly old lady who loved her grandchildren dearly and lived her life each day to please the Lord, they were a true blessing to the childless couple.
     Linda spoke up, “A few years ago, we had a son. His name was Robert. He was such a little man. You remind me a bit of him, Joey,” she looked kindly at the boy and then continued, “when he was nine, he suddenly grew very sick one day. It was right around this time of year, actually,” her eyes grew moist as she remembered, “Well, he grew sicker and sicker until the doctor told us to prepare for the inevitable. And within just a few weeks, we lost our precious Robert,” she paused and turned to the children, “And, so you see, we have so enjoyed having you children here. We forgot how much we missed having children around. Especially such wonderful children as you are. We would be so honored to have you stay with us for the next few weeks, at least through the holidays.”
     June had begun listening to the conversation and at this point she childishly piped up with vehemence, “Oh, Joey, we can stay, can’t we? I don’t want to go back to that cold cabin where we don’t have anything to eat!
     Joey looked around at the three who were watching him and waiting for an answer. And then he smiled and said to his sister in his quiet way, “well, it would seem foolish to go back to that when we are being offered this, now wouldn’t it?”
     There was an air of celebration that evening in the Bell household. Over the course of the next weeks, the four of them prepared for Christmas together. They cut down a tree from the woods and made handmade ornaments for it. They baked brown gingerbread men and decorated them with icing. And they went Christmas caroling with the church folk. It was wonderful.
     The children were filled with delight at this unexpected turn of events. Instead of spending Christmas in a cold, lifeless cabin all alone, they were in a cozy warm home with two adults who genuinely cared about them. It was all so much to take in.
     Christmas was now only five days away. Joey lay in his bed that night wondering what would happen to them after Christmas. While he had thoroughly enjoyed the last few weeks, this was the one thing that was casting a constant damper on his happiness. What was going to happen to them after Christmas?
     As he tossed and turned that night, he came up with several ideas. Perhaps Mr. Bell would give him some work around his store? Or he could go to Pastor Murphy, who had proven to be a very kind older man. He might help him. Joey knew he had to do something to look out for his little sister. No twelve-year-old should have to bear the burden of survival for himself and his sister, but, unfortunately, sometimes they do. Joey was not taking this responsibility lightly and he had lost quite a bit of sleep over it.
     Meanwhile, in a different bedroom on that very same night, Martin and Linda were whispering together. They couldn’t imagine life without the two precious children they had both grown to love. They wondered if there would be a way to keep them permanently. Yes, Joey was stubborn and June could be quite messy but over the course of the past few weeks, they had realized anew the wonderful blessing of family.
     As they discussed the possibility of keeping the children and how to go about it, Linda suddenly smiled and said, “do you think there is any possibility we could know before Christmas? Wouldn’t that be the greatest Christmas present we could give the children?” Her eyes lit up and she clasped her hands together at the thought of it.
     Martin was more realistic than his wife, “Well that is a very tall order. I’m not sure we can manage to know before Christmas morning as it hinges on being able to find the children’s mother.”
     Linda’s face filled with disappointment as she acknowledged that he was right.
     “But,” Martin added with a twinkle in his eye, “I am sure willing to give it a try.”

  

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