Devotions

Thirty-six years ago, a friend in Richmond where my family and I had moved only a couple of months before, invited me to attend a Bible study. Even though I attended church regularly growing up, I never studied the Bible; the times I opened my King James Version to read, the old English style wording made little sense to me. I decided I wasn’t smart enough to understand what it had to say and needed someone to interpret for me. My friend was a tennis buddy and very sweet, so I decided to give it a try.

We were to meet once a week for five weeks and met in someones home. Again, it seemed strange to me the idea of doing a Bible study without a preacher to help translate. When we were ready to begin, the small group of women was each handed a Good News Version of Scripture, along with a booklet highlighting the Book of Romans from the New Testament. From the moment I opened the “new” material, the words leaped from the pages and landed straight into my heart.

Since this day so long ago, God’s Word has come alive and been my “road map” in navigating the way through this world; without it, I would be lost. The Bible I use every day, I purchased in September 1988. Besides Scripture, I have also written personal notes throughout the pages. One day, I have designated when I am not longer on this earth, my family will take turns, if they choose, keeping it for a year to read through the pages.

With your permission, and the help of technology, along with Gods Word, I would like to share some of my notes with you, my kind reader. My prayer is that you will see the powerful impact the Scriptures can have. Friend, I love Jesus and love you even though we may never meet in person on this side of heaven. You are a child of God, and he loves you beyond your wildest imagination!

Personal entry, September 1988: “We find Gods Word to be truth, not by academic study but by a loving relationship with the Living God, ‘Author and Perfecter of our faith.’ He longs to make himself real to any who would but seek him.”

Previously published on Sweet Monday

Getting from the airport to my summer home in Delaware, the forty-five-minute trip takes me through several little towns. Every time I make the drive, it feels more like traveling through “a metaphor for life” than driving through the local suburbs.

One of the first towns I come to is Pittsville; a superlative description of what some days are like for most of us. You don’t have to be in Delaware to visit “Pittsville;” it will find you! You’ve been there, haven’t you? Maybe you’re in your car on the way to an important appointment, and your coffee lid pops off of the cup, and the creamy, brown liquid pours down the front of your clothes. Or, maybe you have had an evening like the one I had a while back. Richard and I were on our way to a formal affair, and in the pouring rain, our car hit a pothole the size of Texas. Of course, we couldn’t see the hole because it was full of water. Slowly, but methodically, both front and rear tires began to deflate. We never arrived at our destination. Instead, we limped our way to the nearest gas station and had to take a cab home.

Shortly after leaving Pittsville, you pass by Sixty Foot Road. I have often wondered if the road is precisely “sixty feet” in length, but have never taken the time to measure. I’m usually so glad to be out of Pittsville that I want to keep going. But, I have thought how nice it would be (metaphorically speaking) to know the precise distance of the “road” I am on because if “the scenery” is pleasant and “the weather” favorable, knowing the actual mileage might encourage a slower pace. On the other hand, if it is overcast and cloudy, knowing the end is near is helpful.

Finally, we reach the “Shepherds Crossing.” If you have read other writings of mine, then you know about this juncture. With a recycling plant and children’s playground on one side of the road and a cemetery on the other side, Shepherds Crossing passes between them. When I reach this spot in the journey, I always smile, remembering how Jesus, our Shepherd, is with us every mile of our lives. Some days in this world will be grinding and some fun, but through it all, the grave is empty. Jesus has “overcome the world!”

I hope that these little metaphors are meaningful to you in your reading and in your living. Seeing life through the lens of the simple everyday circumstances where we find ourselves, can provide a beautiful window into the provisions of our ever-faithful and loving Father. Keep your eyes open; a story awaits, just for you, friend!

Previously published on Sweet Monday

The early morning traffic moved along at the usual fast pace down the busy highway when suddenly I had to come to a screeching halt! Being the first vehicle, I knew the reason immediately; a family of geese were taking a stroll and had decided to waddle across at this juncture. Sitting and watching the scene play out, as I could do nothing else, a smile came to my face. The mama led the family of four baby chicks, followed by daddy bringing up the rear. What a sweet sight!

I thought about how this is a beautiful picture of God’s family as we make our way through this world. Scripture tells us that God goes before us in our daily “coming in and going out,” and he also follows behind making sure we get home safely.

While this metaphor may seem simplified for the challenges you and I face daily, the truth, although profound in meaning is just that simple. In the past, I didn’t always feel God’s presence because frankly, I didn’t want him to know what I had chosen to do. Like a child trying to hide an ill-chosen activity and not wanting to get caught, I thought to go my way instead of God’s way, that he couldn’t see me. I know this is silly and immature but don’t we all think this at times even when we are adults? Oh, I love knowing God is with me when times are tough but when they’re not, and there is something I want to do that I think or know he says is not in my best interest and I do it anyway, I would prefer he look away. But, just as immature in reasoning, I want God to bless me all of the time.

Fortunately for us, like any loving parent, God knows everything we do, and he loves us just the same. He likely will let us experience the consequences of our actions, whether favorable or unfavorable, but he will never leave us alone. Knowing this, at this time in my life, I am grateful and invite God to be with me as I “waddle” across the path laid out before me. Will you do the same?

Previously published on Sweet Monday

“Lose ten, twenty, or fifty pounds if you follow the plan.”

Every day, commercials promise incredible health results. However, positive results are possible only if we follow the suggested protocol.

After working through a recent health issue, a friend suggested a diet she thought might help. The information was two pages long: the “No” list and the “Yes” list. Wow, I thought to myself, this is great. I like the simplicity of having someone lay out what is good and what is bad. Oh, but wait a minute. What’s that on the “No” list? Pasta, rice, bananas, peanuts? But, I LOVE peanut butter. And on the “Yes” list? Hemp seeds, psyllium …

Isn’t it funny how we want good results without having to make tough choices? When God created human beings, He designed within us the ability to choose between right (the “yes” list) and wrong (the “no” list). He calls it free will.

My friend wanted her diet plan to make me feel better physically. God’s precepts help me thrive both in this world with others and in my relationship with Him. I’ve found some of God’s principles are easier to follow than others. Yes, He has given me a choice, but if I decide I don’t want to follow His plan, then the results will likely cause pain and suffering for me or someone else.

The philosophy of the world promises we can have things our way. Such as when ordering a hamburger. I don’t want to think the consequences of my choices are only personal and affect no one but me. The “me generation” is nothing new and began in the Garden of Eden.

Free will is both beautiful and daunting. Thank God, Jesus chose well. He gave everything for me, for us—right up to the cross.

Ask God to give you a mind for healthy living.

Previously published on ChristianDevotions.us

He followed me home from school every day, but I never knew it. When I was in the first grade and only six years old, the walk from school to my grandparents’ house took about thirty minutes. Walking to and from school during this era wasn’t unusual; nevertheless, I felt very grown up. What I didn’t know at the time is that my grandfather followed me at a reasonable distance to make sure I arrived home safely. It wasn’t until many years later that my mother told me this sweet story.

Today, when I close my eyes, I can see my tall Papa; his Fedora straw hat and his fragrant pipe that I loved smelling when he was around. Thinking about him hiding behind trees trying not to be seen by this six-year-old makes me smile. Of course, at the time I would not have been happy knowing I was considered too young to make the walk by myself. Looking back, however, I see the wisdom exhibited by my loving grandfather to keep an eye on his grandchild. I also recognize the deep compassion he showed, not wanting to take away my sense of independence while at the same time keeping me safe.

How many times throughout my life has my heavenly “Papa” been present and I didn’t know it? Hindsight makes the answer clear. The times are plentiful when I chose reckless over reasonable, pride over prudence, and independence instead of seeking God’s direction. Still, He never left me alone. Seeing the bigger picture today brings tears to my eyes. Knowing the Lord gives me free will to learn and mature in my faith walk while making sure I “get home” safely is a tender reality I cherish. God knows the Way home; It’s Jesus! “Thank you, ‘Papa’ God.”

Previously published on Sweet Monday and ChristianDevotions.us

For several weeks I have been trying to write the story about a time in my life when I became keenly aware of an ugly truth which is my lack of forgiveness. Even now it is painful for me to admit publicly that this is something with which, as a Christian, I struggle. But, I’m taking the risk of thinking you may identify and find solace that you are not alone.

About sixteen years ago, several things in my life collided that revealed I have a problem forgiving others. According to worldly values, you may hear my story and agree with my grievances and validate the injustice done against me.  You may have your own story to share leading us both to mutual commiseration. But, you and I would both be wrong.

My husband, Richard, one evening after I displayed my ranting and raving about someone who had hurt me deeply, said, “Sherry, you are not the same person I married!” Of course, my first reaction was to add him to my list of offenders, but quickly, I realized he spoke the truth.

That night I couldn’t sleep. Early in the morning, I got up to work on my Bible study lesson which turned out to address the topic of forgiveness. As a tender love letter of instruction, God revealed to me that forgiveness is not conditional on others saying they’re sorry. My heart broke and only I could change the scenario.

I wish, friend, I could tell you that in the years since this revelation I have never fought with un-forgiveness again, but this would be a lie. Why this demon still exists is not something for which I have an answer. But, God shows me every time it rears its’ ugly head that it is a weakness where I must “practice” the example of Jesus and forgive, regardless of how I feel. When learning something new or reinforcing something old, we have to practice.

The question is, will we practice forgiveness or un-forgiveness? The choice is ours, and with God’s help, we will make the right decision that leads to goodness and peace.

Previously published on Sweet Monday

Can you identify with me? I have boxes upon boxes of photographs collected through the years; some have been passed down by other family members. Like them, putting off the inevitable task of organizing the memorabilia is something I have been doing for a long time. So, yesterday I began the process, one box at a time.

What I thought would be a chore instead turned into something fun. Maybe I’m just growing old enough to appreciate the time-travel that in many instances in our family, returns to the 1800s. Just when I’m thinking how beautiful the great-great-grandmother is in her photograph, I find a photo of her mother. Wow! In some instances, it’s a little daunting as I have met some of the great grandparents in my younger years of life. When I see that they were born before the turn of the twentieth century and we are already into the twenty-first century; well, you understand, I’m sure.

The faces of our relatives from earlier generations may dress in strange clothing, yet I see a resemblance to the people who have been born more recently. Sometimes the eyes, nose or the way grandfather held his posture carries over into the mannerisms and physical traits of my current family members.

Scripture tells us that through association with Jesus we “are being transformed into his likeness.” As surely as we can identify our family by our DNA made available through the marvels of technology, then by the blood of Jesus, we can also be recognized as a family member. His DNA (Divine Nature Alikeness) from the Book of Galatians says some recognizable traits include the following: “love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.” We probably won’t see these qualities by looking into a mirror. However, they are most apparent as we react to the circumstances of our daily lives and the people around us so that they can see them. I wonder how many people look at me and see Jesus?

What about you, friend? Do people see Jesus in you?

Today isn’t just Friday. It is Good Friday; the day that Christians acknowledge the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. When growing up, I never understood why the day Jesus was crucified is referred to as “good.” What was good about the horrible way Jesus was treated and then killed on a cross?

In 2004, Mel Gibson directed the movie, The Passion of the Christ. I remember watching every scene, horrified with the brutality Jesus suffered at the hands of the Roman soldiers. Tears rolled down my face when the onlookers in the crowd spat on Jesus and yelled, “crucify him!”

Last night, in preparation for Good Friday, I researched the movie once again, reading comments from critics of the film. The general takeaway is that “Christians should be appalled at the portrayal of such graphic violence.” My first thought was, yes, Christians should be appalled, but not for the same reason intended by the critics.

Understanding why Good Friday is “good,” requires understanding the other side of the coin and what is “bad.” Scripture reminds us that every human being is a “sinner,” an offender of God, from the Garden of Eden to the present day. The Bible is very clear on this truth. But, the adjective, sinner, flies in the face of our worldly philosophy where people want to be tolerated for every lifestyle choice and never to feel guilt or shame in any way. If no one is a sinner, then no one needs a Savior. Therefore, the death of Jesus was unnecessary, and Good Friday isn’t good after all!

As sad as it makes me knowing this, I confess, I am a sinner. I don’t want to be, and I try hard to live as Jesus instructs for those who love Him and desire to be called His disciple. But, striving and falling short reminds me again and again why Jesus died. In His perfection as the Son of God, He paid the ultimate price for every sinner, for me. Jesus was and is the perfect Lamb, sacrificed once and for all so that whoever believes and receives His gift can stand before Holy God and not perish.

Good Friday is indeed very good! Easter is coming with the promise of resurrected life for Jesus and for all who love Him. To get to Easter Sunday, though, we have to acknowledge that Friday happened and walk past the cross. Look up! Jesus took your place, and He took mine. When He said, “It is finished!” the “it” was the price of sin. Thank you, Jesus!