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The Gift of God’s Love

I’ve read through the book of Isaiah every December for nearly three decades. I revel in the evidence of God’s love in the prophecy, especially the Messianic verses. Last year, a passage in Isaiah struck me with surprising force. It began with a description of “the day when the Lord gives you rest from your pain and turmoil and harsh service…” (Isaiah 14:3) I read those words again today, recalled the insane hours I’ve worked this past year, and thought, “Bring it on, Lord.” When I reached Isaiah 14:9-11, the description of hell surprised me again. Those already in hell are excited to meet new arrivals. The spirits of the dead are aroused to speak words of meanness and taunts to them. It’s not much of a welcome. To make matters worse, there’s no real rest. Maggots are spread out as a bed beneath you and worms crawl over you as a kind of hellish bed-covering. Imagine that for a moment. Maggot-mattress. Worm-blanket. Yeah. Gross. Eternal flames are bad enough, but who wants to spend eternity on a maggot-mattress? I know this doesn’t seem much like a Christmas devotional yet, but we’ll get there, so please read on. An unpleasant truth The unpleasant truth is we all deserve hell. All have sinned. (Romans 3:23) The wages of sin is death. (Romans 6:23) Mankind proved completely incapable of living according to the rules our Creator set for us. Our sin debt was so gigantic, no amount of animal sacrifice was sufficient to completely cover the price. A simple apology didn’t cut it. Something had to be done, and only God could do it. He chose to pay the sin-price Himself. That’s why Jesus came. He accepted a bed of hay so we could avoid the maggot-mattress (and all the other horrors of hell.) Selah. Pause and ponder. We’ve all done wrong things, we all sin, and we all deserve hell. It’s a place of eternal torment. The fire would be torment enough for me, but the worms and maggots take it to another level of horrible.  We’d all end up there, too, if not for the love and grace of God. According to Romans 5:8, God showed His love to us by allowing Christ to come to earth as a little baby, live a sinless life, and die on the cross in our place. He conquered sin and death when He rose from the grave. The point of Christmas is Jesus.  At Christmas, it’s easy to focus on decorations, gifts, and parties, but they aren’t the point. The point of Christmas is Jesus. The Holy Baby was born to show us God’s love in the flesh, a love so fierce that, even though we deserved the worst He could give, God gave us His best, His Son.  Our course, sin is so entrenched in us that we couldn’t see His good example and follow it to a sinless life. We’re hopeless on our own. It’s only through Christ’s goodness, sacrifice, and resurrected redemption that we’re able to escape the consequences of our choices.  Only Jesus sets us free from ourselves and our sinfulness. Only He can give us peace with God and an eternity with Him, but each one of us must accept His gift for ourselves. Believe and follow. Trust and obey. It’s that simple. It’s that hard. The gift of God’s love The gift of Jesus is more love than I can fully comprehend, but this Christmas I intend to embrace it. Today, pause long enough to ponder our great sinfulness and the massive, hell-shattering love that sets us free. Don’t stop at pondering. Instead, abandon ourselves to the only One who loves us enough to save us.  If that isn’t love I don’t know what is.  “But God demonstrates His love for us in that while we were still sinners Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8 esv Keep reading for more… Leannahollis.com is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to amazon.com. This blog post contains affiliate links, which means if you click on the link to make a purchase, I may make a small amount of money (usually a few cents) from your purchase. It will not increase the price you pay in any way.   Thanks for sharing your time with me today! I’ve glad you stopped by. If you enjoyed this content, follow me on Facebook, Twitter or Pinterest or sign up for the twice-monthly mailing list (below) to be notified about my future blog posts. Before you leave, would you mind taking a moment to pin to Pinterest and share on social media? It helps extend my digital reach in ways I can’t do myself. Thanks again! See you soon. Want to read more? Here are links to a few other posts, including the advent series: Hope: God With Us True Beauty Begins When Pride Ends When the Last Days Come Christmas’ Best Gift: Beautiful Redemption Beginning December On Being Beloved If you’re looking  for an Advent devotional guide, consider this one: It’s available in Kindle format ($0.99) and paperback ($6.00) Here’s an in-depth, life-changing digital Bible study to help you start the new year: You can also send either book as a gift through Amazon.

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Hope: God With Us

God’s Will Prevails God’s ways are not our ways; they’re much better. (Isaiah 55:8-9) The story of Ahaz, Pekah and Rezin is a perfect example. King Uzziah’s grandson, Ahaz, was twenty years old when he became king and, like many young men that age, he thought he knew better than his elders. Both his grandfather, King Uzziah, and his father, King Jotham, walked in the ways of the Lord. Ahaz, on the other hand, rebelled from the start. He worshipped every idol available on the high places. (2 Kings 16:1-4) Worst of all, he burned his infant son to death as a sacrifice to an idol and led the people of Judah to do the same. Burned his baby son. Pause to consider this for a moment. Ahaz was about as bad as it gets. Imminent Disaster Pekah was the king of Israel at the time and every bit as bad as Ahaz. He formed an alliance of war with Rezin, king of Aram. The two kings decided to make war against Jerusalem in order to capture it but could not defeat the city. They camped in Ephraim as a launching spot for their army in anticipation of more war and the ultimate takeover of Judah. Of course, the news spread like wildfire. The Judean people were terrified and their hearts shook like trees in a windstorm. Ahaz was as frightened as anyone. Mercy and comfort are not my first responses toward wicked king Ahaz, but God is considerably nicer than I. No surprise there. His response to Ahaz’ fear is nothing short of amazing grace. (Leanna paraphrase of Isaiah 7 coming up.) God’s Response “Isaiah,” God said, “Go see Ahaz and tell him to calm down and quit worrying. Summon up some courage, Ahaz. I’ve got this and everything will work out fine this time. The Arameans are not the ones you need to worry about. It’s the Assyrians, so get your faith right.”  As if encouragement straight from God was not enough, God made a surprising offer via Isaiah. “Ask for a sign, Ahaz. Ask anything and I’ll do it. I want you to understand I’m in control.” “Oh, no,” Ahaz told Isaiah. “I wouldn’t dream of testing God by asking for a sign.” Hw didn’t mind testing God by burning his son alive in the arms of a huge metal idol, but he refused to ask for a sign. Isaiah was perhaps a little exasperated by Ahaz’ refusal because he said, “Is it too slight a thing for you to try the patience of men, that you will try the patience of my God as well?” (Isaiah 7:13) “If you won’t ask for a sign, God will give you one anyway.” Here’s the remarkable part. Wicked Ahaz wouldn’t do what God said, despite a personal message from God Himself, but God was not dependent upon Ahaz’ willingness to obey. He had something to say and He said it, even if no one wanted to listen. The Good News “A virgin will bear a son,” He told Isaiah, “And she will name him Emmanuel (God with us).” Pause a moment and consider God’s words to Ahaz when an invading army appeared apt to carry him and his people into captivity. “Don’t worry, Ahaz. Not only will this army not defeat you, but I will send my Son to be with you.” Consider God saying those words to you…”Don’t worry Leanna, I know you’re under a lot of pressure to get things done, but I have everything under control and Jesus is with you. Your job is to believe me and obey.” Jesus. God with us. Are there any more precious words? There is no situation so bleak, nothing we face, no fear we have nor disease we contract that can stand in the presence of Jesus. Immanuel. God with us. We are not alone. At one of the darkest moments of his life, the encouragement God gave Ahaz is the same He gives us today. Emmanuel. God is with us. We need not fear. Jesus has come and the world will never be the same again, nor will we, His people. He is with us no matter what we face nor how difficult our circumstances. His presence, dear friends, is always enough. “Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign: Behold a virgin will be with child and bear a son, and she will call His name Emmanuel.” Isaiah 7:14 Leannahollis.com is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to amazon.com. This blog post contains affiliate links, which means if you click on the link to make a purchase, I may make a small amount of money (usually a few cents) from your purchase. It will not increase the price you pay in any way.   Thanks for sharing your time with me today! I’ve glad you stopped by. If you enjoyed this content, follow me on Facebook, Twitter or Pinterest or sign up for the twice-monthly mailing list (below) to be notified about my future blog posts. Before you leave, would you mind taking a moment to pin to Pinterest and share on social media? It helps extend my digital reach in ways I can’t do myself. Thanks again! See you soon. Want to read more? Here are links to a few of my most recent posts: True Beauty Begins When Pride Ends When the Last Days Come Christmas’ Best Gift: Beautiful Redemption Advent: Beginning December On Being Beloved The Whining Season If you’re looking  for an Advent devotional guide, consider this one: It’s available in Kindle format ($0.99) and paperback ($6.00) Here’s an in-depth, life-changing digital Bible study to help you start the new year: You can also send either book as a gift through Amazon.

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True Beauty Begins When Pride Ends

The Preparation of Surrendered Pride A year ago, my writing career reached two early-career-type achievements. I happy-danced, praised God, shouted with joy, and prepared to tell everyone. It didn’t take long, however, for my mind to wander into the treacherous land of “what if.” You may know about “what-if-land,” too.  First, I wondered what if this good thing happened, then that good thing. Before I knew it, pride, not joy in the grace of God, took over for a few minutes. I was almost to the Nobel Prize for Literature before God stopped me in my tracks. “Pretty proud of what I did for you, aren’t you, Leanna?” the Still Small Voice whispered in my heart. Oops. The fantasies in what-if-land glorified Leanna a bit more than they glorified God. A good bit more. When pride threatens Pride does not sit well with God and, as soon as I recognized it, I was cut to the core. I repented, apologized, and repented some more. “Lord, you’ve finally given me a piece of the desires of my heart, and I’ve already squandered it in my mind. Forgive me.” I recognized pride, repented, and received forgiveness. My new beginning was that simple. Every new beginning is that simple. We see our sin, admit our guilt, repent, and reject the behavior. We choose a new path. The beginning is simple, but the difficulty lies in the carry-through. In the last days, Isaiah wrote, God will have a “day of reckoning” with everyone who’s proud and “lifted up.” He’ll be exalted and all prideful people will be abased. Women who take pride in their beauty, their clothes, their jewelry, and their possessions will be stripped of the adornments in which they’ve put their trust. Ladies, we may love the trappings of beauty, but God doesn’t. He wants beautiful hearts. The choice before us We have two choices: Reject pride, embrace humility, and avoid the reckoning. Embrace pride until God takes us down a few notches and restores our humble heart. Which one of those choices is most appealing? Yep. Humility from the beginning. The point of a fresh start is to continue in a new way. It’s easy to slip back into old habits, but we can make a better choice. This year, I had an even bigger landmark moment in my writing, but I learned from my mistake. No happy-dancing. No trips to what-if land. I simply thanked God and gave Him credit for what He did. I don’t claim to always get it right, but I want to be the one who responds in a godly way from the start every time, don’t you? True beauty  Our standing with God is not enhanced by what’s on the outside, but what’s on the inside.  My Mama used to say, “Pretty is as pretty does,” and she was right.  No matter how attractive we are on the outside, it’s not true beauty unless our heart is beautiful – pure, kind, loving, and humble. True beauty begins when pride comes to an end. Today let’s reject the trap of external beauty and prepare our hearts to celebrate our Savior by turning our focus on what matters to God – beautiful hearts.  How do we achieve true beauty and a beautiful, humble heart? Micah 6:8 says it best: He has told you, O man, what is good;And what does the Lord require of youBut to do justice, to love kindness,And to walk humbly with your God? Tough times are planned for those who hold to pride and focus on external beauty, but there’s good news. God has wonderful plans for the humble in heart. We’ll not only see His glory and holiness, but He’ll provide all we need, even in the places of desolation.  “But the Lord of hosts will be exalted in judgment, and the holy God will show Himself holy in righteousness. Then the lambs will graze as in their pasture, and strangers will eat in the waste places of the wealthy.” (Isaiah 5;16,17) Keep reading for more info: Leannahollis.com is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to amazon.com. This blog post contains affiliate links, which means if you click on the link to make a purchase, I may make a small amount of money (usually a few cents) from your purchase. It will not increase the price you pay in any way but it will help support the cost of the website. Thanks for sharing your time with me today! I’ve glad you stopped by. If you enjoyed this content, follow me on Facebook, Twitter or Pinterest or sign up for the twice-monthly mailing list (below) to be notified about my future blog posts. Before you leave, would you mind taking a moment to pin to Pinterest and share on social media? It helps extend my digital reach in ways I can’t do myself. Thanks again! See you soon. Want to read more? Here are links to a few of my most recent posts: When the Last Days Come Christmas’ Best Gift: Beautiful Redemption Advent: Beginning December On Being Beloved The Whining Season If you’re looking  for an Advent devotional guide, consider this one: It’s available in Kindle format ($0.99) and paperback ($6.00) Here’s an in-depth, life-changing digital Bible study to help you start the new year: You can also send either book as a gift through Amazon.

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Christmas’ Best Gift: Beautiful Redemption

The simple beauty of truth It won’t be a quick trip through Isaiah. Every year I plan to finish this powerful book before Christmas but, once again, I’m stopped in my tracks by the simple, elegant beauty of its truth. We’re weighed down by our sin, Isaiah wrote, but there’s a simple solution. Repent. It doesn’t sound easy, does it? The idea of stripping away layers of sin causes us to pause and reconsider. We’re too comfortable with the window-dressing of wrongdoing, and we want to preserve our false dignity, wrap our pride a little closer. Laying our souls bare before God frightens us, and well it should, for the King of the Universe demands purity. Bare souls have none of it. The beauty of repentance Repentance, however, isn’t the dreadful soul-massacre we might expect. Instead, it’s the best gift of all.  Read the words of God again and revel in their tenderness. “Come now, and let us reason together,” says the Lord, “Though your sins are as scarlet, they will be as white as snow; Though they are red like crimson, they will be like wool.” (Isaiah 1:18 nasb) How can we have this white-as-snow purity? How can our sins be washed away? Only the divine gift of God’s provision can accomplish such complete cleansing. Jesus, God’s own Son, shed His precious blood as payment for our sins. Later, Isaiah will tell us much more about this Suffering Servant Son of God but today he merely whets our appetite. Centuries of animal sacrifices paid the acute price, but the massive guilt of our wrongdoing demanded a permanent payment. Animal sacrifice alone was not enough. We instinctively know our sin is too heavy a load to carry. What we don’t quite understand is how to rid ourselves of it. The costly gift of redemption is rarely celebrated in our traditional American holiday, but redemption is the point. God didn’t send His Son so we could buy meaningless gifts no one really needs and stack them under a fake tree as a monument to commercialism. God sent His Son so we could be redeemed. Sin is the problem. Redemption is the solution. It’s also the point, the best gift of Christmas. Today, let’s remember one important truth. The only gift that matters, the only one with eternal significance, is Jesus. Only Jesus. “She will bear a Son; and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins. Matthew 1:21 nasb What steps do you take to keep Christ in Christmas? I’d love to hear from you, so please comment below, and thanks for commenting. Leannahollis.com is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to amazon.com. This blog post contains affiliate links, which means if you click on the link to make a purchase, I may make a small amount of money (usually a few cents) from your purchase. It will not increase the price you pay in any way. Thanks for sharing your time with me today! I’ve glad you stopped by. If you enjoyed this content, follow me on Facebook, Twitter or Pinterest or sign up for the twice-monthly mailing list (below) to be notified about my future blog posts. Before you leave, would you mind taking a moment to pin to Pinterest and share on social media? It helps extend my digital reach in ways I can’t do myself. Thanks again! See you soon. If you have time, why not stay a while and read a few of my recent posts: Advent: Beginning December Always Begin with Love: A Christian speaks out against Anti-Semitism The Whining Season On Being Beloved If you’re looking  for an Advent devotional guide, consider this one: It’s available in Kindle format ($0.99) and paperback ($6.00) Here’s an in-depth, life-changing digital Bible study to help you start the new year: You can also send either book as a gift through Amazon.

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Advent: Beginning December

Leannahollis.com is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to amazon.com. This blog post contains affiliate links, which means if you click on the link to make a purchase, I may make a small amount of money (usually a few cents) from your purchase. It will not increase the price you pay in any way. I’ve read the book of Isaiah every December for more than two decades. Despite my familiarity with the text, I’m still surprised by the power and the sharp-as-a-knife cut of the words.  In the opening pages of his book of prophecy, Isaiah related a divine vision in agonizing detail. The scenes he saw were deep, true and painful. He couldn’t hold back. He was compelled to tell everyone the future God showed him. We’re breaking God’s heart… (The Leanna paraphrase from Isaiah 1 is coming up, but you’ll want to read these verses for yourselves.) “Listen up, world,” Isaiah said. “We’re breaking God’s heart. He’s cared for us like sons and we don’t even know Him. We don’t get Him at all, so we’ve done exactly what He told us not to do, and it’s killing us. Yeah. Literally making us sick, just like He said it would. “Look what a mess we’ve made of our lives. Can’t you see what devastation we’ve caused in our world? Our land? We didn’t think we needed God, so we’ve thrown off His tender watch-care. We’re devastated without Him. If He hadn’t continued to give us the protection we didn’t want, we’d already be gone. “Sure. We’re still rich. We’re still giving big offerings, and we’re still going to church like we always did. Our heart’s not in it, though, and we know it, but we won’t admit it. We’re just doing religion because it’s what we’ve always done on the Sabbath.  This is not what God wants from us. He wants our hearts to change. Why not do what He says? Let’s wash our hands and our hearts and turn back to Him now.” Advent – A time to wait and prepare There’s a lot more, of course, but these words set the theme for Isaiah and the theme of the Advent season. It’s not merely a time of waiting. It’s a time of preparation.  More than six hundred years before Jesus’ birth, Isaiah called people to return to God and to prepare their hearts for the One to come. They needed time to get ready for Jesus, and we do, too.  As we begin our progress toward Christmas and our celebration of the birth of our Savior, we have time to get ready. Let’s use the coming days to examine our hearts and prepare them for our Savior.   Do we view God as a demanding tyrant or a loving Father? Are our acts of worship merely rote habit or the overflow of a grateful heart? Do we hide a heart full of sin behind the facade of religion or have we allowed God to strip away all the fake until only real faith and love remain? Is our heart ready for Jesus?  Is our heart ready for Jesus? If not, we have time. Over the next few weeks, we’ll prepare together. Today, let’s ask God to help us see our hearts the way He sees them and understand Him the way He most desires.  “Come now, and let us reason together,” says the Lord, “Though your sins are as scarlet, they will be a white as snow, though they are red like crimson, they will be like wool.” Isaiah 1:18 nasb Thanks for sharing your time with me today! I’ve glad you stopped by. If you enjoyed this content, follow me on Facebook, Twitter or Pinterest or sign up for the twice-monthly mailing list (below) to be notified about my future blog posts. Before you leave, would you mind taking a moment to pin to Pinterest and share on social media? It helps extend my digital reach in ways I can’t do myself. Thanks again! See you soon. Want to read more? Here are links to the most recent posts: On Being Beloved The Whining Season Giving Tuesday: Life on Mission Always Begin With Love If you’re looking  for an Advent devotional guide, consider this one: The Road to Bethlehem: An Advent Prayer and Devotional Guide It’s available in Kindle format ($0.99) and paperback ($6.00) (this is an affiliate link, so I may make a few cents if you make a purchase using the link, but it won’t increase your price in any way) Are you interested in helping with the upcoming Massive Packing Party? We’ll pack all the Christmas holiday food for food-insecure students, prepare their Christmas stockings, and pack at least 100 personal hygiene packs for those experiencing homelessness. Join us at the Global Outreach office on Thursday, December 13, at 5:30 pm. Soup provided. If you’d like to help with the homeless outreach supplies, here’s a link to the Homeless Shopping List on Amazon.

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The Whining Season and How I Stopped it

Leannahollis.com is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to amazon.com. This blog post contains affiliate links, which means if you click on the link to make a purchase, I may make a small amount of money (usually a few cents) from your purchase. It will not increase the price you pay in any way. Several years ago, I walked into my laundry room and was surprised to see a steady stream of water running out of the ceiling. A puddle rapidly expanded atop the clothes dryer. I stuck a large bowl under the leak, dashed upstairs to tell my son to turn off the shower, and called my plumber. He was quick to arrive but, after a brief look, gave a dire pronouncement. To find the source of the leak he needed to make an exploratory incision into the sheetrock of the ceiling. “There’ll be a lot of dust,” he told me. “What about my mama?” I asked.  She was on oxygen and in a hospital bed in the next room, recovering from pneumonia. “Gonna be a lot of dust,” he told me again. I put an “out of order” sign on the shower door and waited. Time flew past. My mother died. The holidays came. I fractured my hand, had surgery, and wore a splint for months. A good time for a mess in my home never arrived, especially since the laundry room entrance is just past the front door. Eventually, another plumbing crisis arose. The toilet in my bedroom ran non-stop. My regular plumber had a family emergency and couldn’t get by, so I called Substitute Plumber. He said my toilet was too old to fix and I should just get a new one. As a dedicated DIY fix-it-upper, a new toilet seemed an absurd solution. Why not buy a kit at Lowe’s and install it? He gave me a detailed explanation I didn’t want to hear and totally ignored. Ignoring good advice I called my original plumber again and begged him for help. He assured me he would check the toilet when he came to fix the shower, but he was really busy and it would be a while. He didn’t have time for two problems. The constant water running drove me crazy and kept me awake at night, so I devised a very clever solution involving kitchen twine and the float in my toilet. Problem solved. Sort of. I figured it was enough of a fix to keep me sane until the plumber arrived. I really hated the twine device, so I went to the toilet store, just in case Substitute Plumber was right. All I found were porcelain models of the large intestine masquerading as toilets. Of course, you can’t see that if you are seated, but if you are in my bathtub, there’s a great view of the porcelain large intestine. I was certain I could design a more attractive porcelain potty, so I refused to buy a Large Intestine Toilet. Instead, I decided to wait for the real plumber. Eventually, I prepared myself to endure the dust, but my delay cost me the front place in line. The plumber now had eighteen new houses to finish. “I’m tough as nails,” I told him. “I can take it.” Truly, I thought I could. It could only get worse…and it did. Next, my shower handle broke. I found my pliers and went to work. Unfortunately, I made the problem worse instead of better. After my intervention, the only way to change from bath to shower mode required the pliers and a good grip. I despaired of my DIY skills. By this time, the guest bathroom shower was out of commission, my toilet was tied together with kitchen twine, and the only way to switch from shower to bath now required pliers and more skill than I had. Nearly crazed by the plumbing, I called the plumber again. He still had eighteen houses but he assured me he would get to me soon. I wondered what he had been doing while my plumbing was falling apart but wisely didn’t ask. You’re probably thinking, “Get another plumber!” but he was the only plumber in my town AND he thought he could “probably” fix my toilet. I was willing to endure anything if I could avoid the Large Intestine Toilet. The breaking point I finally reached the breaking point. When I called the plumber again, he uttered the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard. “I’ll be there tomorrow,” he promised. He arrived right on time. We had a family Thanksgiving wedding that weekend, but I felt comfortable leaving the plumber in charge. After all, I’d waited years for him to come. Well, really months, but it seemed like years. He took one look at my toilet and said, “This toilet is too old and you can’t get parts for it anymore. The best thing to do is replace it.”  I wanted to cry but didn’t want to mess up my mascara since I was headed out of town. “You mean I waited all this time just to replace the toilet after all?” “Yes, ma’am, you did. Ain’t no choice. You gotta replace this throne.” He probably saw the tears about to escape because he assured me it was no problem. “I have a really nice toilet I can install. Don’t you worry about anything. I’ll take care of it while you’re gone.” What choice did I have? I went to the wedding and left him hard at work. The big surprise Two days later, I returned home to a real surprise. My old toilet was waiting for me on my front porch. I hurried upstairs to check my bathroom and the supposed “really nice toilet.” I stood there in abject horror and could not believe my eyes. My plumber had installed a Large Intestine Toilet in my

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Giving Tuesday: Life on Mission

I was just a girl when the story of Isaiah’s vision in the temple first came alive for me, and it rocked my world. It took place the year King Uzziah died. I imagine everyone was sad, especially since his wicked son replaced him as king. We don’t know if Isaiah was in the temple that day as a matter of routine or because he was heartbroken and overwhelmed with grief at the loss of the good King Uzziah. Regardless, Isaiah entered the temple and had an up-close encounter with Almighty God, who was seated on His throne. It was a glorious sight when the train of His robe filled the temple. Seraphim flew around as they praised God and did His bidding.  One glimpse at the holiness of God and the prophet knew he was a goner. Instantly, he was stricken with a heartbreaking understanding of his sinfulness. “Woe is me…I’m a man of unclean lips!” As soon as his confession left Isaiah’s mouth, God did something so remarkable I wonder why we don’t speak of it nonstop. He took Isaiah’s iniquity and guilt away with the touch of a burning coal from the altar, proclaimed him forgiven, and gave him a job to do. Who will go?  The sequence of events stuns me. Isaiah confessed and God forgave. Instantly, God put him to work. “Whom shall I send and who will go for Us?” Without a moment’s hesitation, Isaiah said, “Here am I. Send me.” (Isaiah 6:8) Just like that, Isaiah’s life took a quick segue to a deep and suffering place of service. I read those words as a girl and prayed, “Here am I, Lord. Send me.” For a long time, it looked as if God heard those words and said, “Sorry, kiddo. You’re not the one.” It took years to understand a different path from Isaiah’s is no less a surrendered path. Life on mission August 15, 2016, I walked into Global Outreach and the second office on the left as an “appointed missionary.” In reality, though, I’d been a missionary for a long time because that’s how it works. We begin to serve and gradually it becomes a full-time lifestyle. Earlier this month, I was commissioned by the board of Global as a full-time missionary. It was just one more step on my journey of obedience. I expected to be a missionary to the digital world but it didn’t work out quite that way. First, I focused on prayer and the Untapped Power Grid was born. The program connects senior adults in long-term care facilities with missionaries in the field. Next, my heart went out to troubled teenagers. Eventually, I learned many of those teenagers had food insecurity issues and we began to provide supplemental food for the weekends. The problem of homelessness seemed too big to tackle so I started with one step. We made personal hygiene packs and gave them to those in need. It went from there, as it often does. Now, I help with everything from visiting the homeless to helping with items needed for re-housing them. Being and doing There’s a lot of doing in my work, but it wouldn’t be worth a thing if there wasn’t “being” to go along with it. Lessons in Discipleship provides in-depth Bible studies in an in-your-place, at-your-pace format. Each study takes a tremendous amount of time to write because each one takes a tremendous amount of study. When you dive deep into the word of God, it changes you. I can’t write the study if I don’t allow the Bible to transform me first. That’s the being part. Hosea. James. Psalm 51. 1 John. If you want to study God’s word in a deeper way, these studies are for you. I almost left out the blog and my writing. That’s a huge part of my ministry and one I’ve sadly neglected the last few months, but I’m finally back. The internet makes it possible for my words to go literally around the world, but blogging at this level is not easy (or cheap). There are programs for social media scheduling, formatting and designing pins, emailing and managing courses, hosting the website and supporting the blog as well as courses to stay current on the latest trends. I haven’t mentioned the women’s retreats, frequent speaking, and mission trips (both domestic and international) but they’re a part of this ministry, too. My sending church, Hope Church Tupelo, asked me to take five minutes and tell about my ministry during a recent service. In preparation, I made a list of all my ongoing projects and realized something very important. I’m not woman enough to do this many projects. It’s a good thing we serve a mighty God who is more than able to handle it all.  Giving Tuesday and missionary support Many of you help support this ministry with your prayers, your hands-on assistance, your encouragement, and your financial support and I am deeply grateful for your partnership. Today is Giving Tuesday, a day when we turn our focus toward support of non-profits. Giving to those mission organizations proclaiming the good news of Jesus is a fitting beginning to what is often a hectic shopping season as we prepare to celebrate His birth. If you’ve been blessed by this ministry, I hope you’ll consider giving a one-time or ongoing donation to help continue the work. My ministry budget for this year is just under $22,000. It includes my salary of $310/month but not my living expenses. Those are separate and I handle them. (Missionaries are required to draw a salary of some amount.) You can donate online at our Global Outreach website or send your check or money order to Global Outreach, P.O. Box 1, Tupelo MS 38802. Be sure to put Account #4841 in the memo line.  I’d be remiss if I didn’t remind us of an important truth. We’re all called to live and serve on mission, and I hope you’ll serve alongside me.

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Always Begin With Love

While we enjoyed a sweet time of repentance, revival, and retreat at the Whisper Gathering, a man I can’t understand slaughtered worshippers at a Jewish synagogue in the name of I-don’t-know-what. I returned home to a Facebook feed filled with justified anger over this wanton act of anti-Semitism and yet another mass murder. This time, it hit close to home. I’m not Jewish, but I love plenty of people who are. The thought that someone might enter their synagogue and massacre them fills me with horror. Friends despite the differences I grew up in my grandmother’s home across the street from Mrs. Alice, one of the sweetest women I’ve ever met. Mrs. Alice and my grandmother were great friends. One Jewish and one Christian, those two women talked about religion, recipes, family, and life. They probably disagreed about a few things, including religion, but my staunchly-Southern Baptist grandmother never mentioned it. I don’t know how Mrs. Alice felt about Grandma, but I know Grandma loved her, and I did, too. Mrs. Alice’s granddaughter was one of my friends growing up. We hung out together after school and in the summer. Our group of friends spent time at her home many Saturday nights. We didn’t get together on Friday nights because that was “church time” for the Katz family. No, the Katz family didn’t call it church. They called it synagogue, but, back then, I didn’t see the difference. We didn’t get together on Sunday mornings or evenings either because most of the rest of us had church then. There were lots of different church buildings. The place the Katz family worshiped was just one among many. We didn’t like or dislike anyone based on the building in which they worshiped nor the God they served. Liking and disliking were based on the kind of person you were. It still should be. Their home was a cool place to be, and we were safe there. Mr. Ralph and Miss Carolyn were two of the most elegant, loving, kind people I’ve ever met. I’ve always wanted to be more like them, but I still have a long way to go. Anti-semitism still exists. Someone slaughtered people like the Katz family? On purpose? Because of their religion? The terrible deed sickens me. I longed to help in some way, but how do you help in the face of this kind of evil? I wanted to write something heartfelt and moving. Something that could somehow make the hurt and horror better. I worked for weeks to write a blog post sufficient to catch the essence of my Jewish friends’ heartbreak. It took a while to realize I will never speak with their feelings or from their faith perspective. Instead, I’ve decided to try to communicate with mine because it’s what I know. My faith informs every part of my life, just as the faith of my Jewish friends informs every part of their lives. That’s how it should be. Jewish people of America (and of the world) I’m so sorry about the anti-Semitism and hate you’ve endured and the evil done to you. I wish I could undo the great wickedness you’ve experienced, but I can’t. Instead, I offer my deep regret and sorrow, but I recognize it’s a paltry gift. I wish I could promise this kind of evil will never happen again, but, unfortunately, I can’t. I don’t understand why he slaughtered the people in your synagogue. There is no excuse strong enough to justify such wanton destruction. There is no reason sufficient to bring sense to a senseless act of stupid, evil wickedness. No matter your faith background, “Do not murder” seems an extremely reasonable tenet to follow. Enough already. I’ve seen enough vitriol spewed the last few years to last me more than a lifetime. Enough anger, hate, evil, and killing. Enough. We reached the point of “enough” a long time ago, America. I’m angry and disappointed and, in truth, a little disgusted, too. If you don’t think hate-filled thoughts lead to hate-filled speech and, eventually, to hate-filled acts, think again. As a man thinks in his heart, so is he, my scripture tells us. Those words are true, no matter what your religion. It’s time to button our mouths and open our hearts. Feel free to call me a Pollyanna, unrealistic, or spiritually excitable. I’ve heard it all before. The world would be a much better place if there were a good bit more compassion, kindness, and, yes, love—especially for those who are different in some way. Life in the minority isn’t so great. Although I don’t know what it’s like to live my entire life as a minority, I’ve been in the minority more than once. It wasn’t a warm and fuzzy place. In some of those situations, my faith put me in the minority. In a few of the countries I’ve visited, the number of fellow Christians was astonishingly small. It wasn’t always a comfortable situation. I know people who’ve lost homes, jobs, family, finances and had to flee their homeland—all because they’re Christian. Their experience broke my heart. Not long ago, I was denied an opportunity because I’m “too Christian.” It was a surprise to me, but it wouldn’t have been a surprise to some of my Jewish friends, or to my Sikh and Muslim friends. They aren’t shocked when they’re denied because of their faith because it’s not unusual in their world. My LGBT friends aren’t shocked when they’re denied, either. The problem is in our hearts. The world can be a hard, mean place, especially to those in the minority. The problem is not faith or persuasion. The problem is in our hearts, and it is there where true prevention lies. Unfortunately, you can’t legislate morality. We can, however, examine our own hearts. Reach out to those who are different from us in some way. Get to know them. Accept others, despite our differences. Whether we view those differences as right or wrong, they surely aren’t

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black Friday specials

The Black Friday Special That Changed History

I saw the Wednesday paper on the check-out counter, noticed the sales fliers and added the newspaper to my purchases. “I need to check the Black Friday specials,” I thought and set the paper aside for later. It’s not “later” yet, but maybe it will be. Black Friday sales are “a thing” in my family. My mama loved to check the specials and decide where to shop at an outrageous hour of not-quite-morning. She thrived on getting the best bargains. Mama wanted a big pile of presents under the tree on Christmas. The day-after-thanksgiving sales made her huge stack possible. Pre-dawn shopping is not my favorite, but I’ve had a few Black Friday adventures. I enjoyed them because I was with family, but the crowds and the rush completely overwhelmed to me. Today, I’m staying home. The most important of Black Friday specials: Instead, I decided to ponder the Black Friday Special that changed history: A Messiah for 30 pieces of silver. It’s a sobering thought and one we’d do well to remember as we head into the shopping frenzy that, all too often, fills the Advent season. During this season, we celebrate the nativity of our Lord, the moment in history when God Almighty, King of Heaven and Earth, slipped into a coat of flesh and delivered Himself to the most unlikely of parents in the most unlikely of places. He arrived with His face set like flint toward His own Black Friday and never lost sight of it. We can keep our eyes on the real reason for Christ during the next few weeks, but only if we choose to do so now. The cooing baby in the manger matters only because the suffering Son of God chose the cross and the empty tomb that followed. We can honor Christ as we celebrate the Christmas season, but not if we expect it to happen by accident. It requires a conscious decision to do so. Today, let’s fix our eyes on the empty tomb and celebrate the One who loved us so much He came as a baby and kept going until the tomb was emptied and His people were freed. Joy to the World! The Lord has come! Let earth receive her King! If you’re looking  for an Advent devotional guide, here’s a great one: The Road to Bethlehem: An Advent Prayer and Devotional Guide It’s available in Kindle format ($0.99) and paperback ($6.00) (this is an affiliate link, so I may make a few cents if you make a purchase using the link, but it won’t increase your price in any way) If We’ve Been Liberated, Why Don’t We Live Free? When the Prayer of Desperation Becomes Through the Roof Prayer Thanks for sharing your time with me today! I’ve glad you stopped by. If you enjoyed this content, follow me on Facebook or sign up for the twice-monthly mailing list (below) to be notified about my future blog posts. Before you leave, would you mind taking a moment to pin to Pinterest and share on social media? It helps extend my digital reach in ways I can’t do myself. Thanks again! See you soon.

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smartphone addiction

The Broke-Smartphone Blessing

When the iPhone 5s came out in September 2013, I was among the first to purchase one. The new smartphone was a major step up in photo quality, storage, and productivity options. I was still practicing medicine back then and it soon became one of the most important tools in my practice. It had apps for everything from scanning in forms to secure email for medical information. The iPhone 5s not only fit in my pocket, it fit my hand perfectly. As smartphones grew larger and larger with each launch, I held firm to my outdated phone. It worked. I refused to spend the money on a phone I didn’t want just because it was new. Trouble in Smartphone Paradise Earlier this year, my phone developed a little problem with the touchscreen at the top left corner. It wasn’t as responsive to light touch as before but a firm jab would do the trick. Gradually, the problem worsened. A few weeks ago, it developed a new problem. Ghost texting. If I held my finger over the smartphone, it typed whatever it wanted. It wasn’t necessary to touch the screen at all. The problem quickly worsened. I searched Google for a solution. Several comments suggested it was due to static electricity. I doubted it but I doused my smartphone and myself with StaticGuard. No improvement. I couldn’t answer the phone, email or text. A web search was hopeless. My pastor offered to repair it, but there were still a few days without a working phone. By that time, I was desperate for my phone so I did what I always do. Prayed about it. Be still, the Voice in my heart seemed to say. I wanted a miracle, not a slow-down… I wanted a miracle, not a slow-down, but I set the smartphone aside and went without. No texting,  calls, or photos to document every interesting moment. No internet at the tip of my finger. A sweet silence filled my life. Morning quiet time was uninterrupted by digital distraction. My spiritual hearing improved dramatically. I sat down at my computer and worked without interruption. It was heavenly. Productivity expanded in an amazing way. A smartphone repair improved the situation but didn’t completely resolve the problems. One of my dear friends offered me an iPhone 5s, lightly used and in pristine condition. By the time it arrived, I wasn’t sure I wanted a working phone and waited nearly a week to complete the switchover. When I finally “moved in” to the new phone, my device addiction was broken. I stopped carrying it in my pocket and leaving it on my desk as I work. The phone’s no longer the first thing I reach for in the morning.  The stranglehold on my quiet time is gone. The Blessed Breakdown Before the broke-phone blessing, my quiet time was flat and lacked its usual sweetness. I prayed God would show me what was wrong and how to correct it. He didn’t speak out loud but the quiet of my phone-less state spoke volumes. I didn’t know I was mastered by my smartphone until I had to do without it. The plethora of electronic devices available today has opened up the world in amazing ways. We can speak, live and “in person,” to friends and family around the world. Watch as events on another continent unfold. Learn about topics of interest from experts in their fields. Stay up-to-the-minute informed on current events. They’ve brought much good into the world, but we were never meant to be controlled and totally focused on a box of plastic and electronics. Instead, we are to focus on things above and the people in our lives. When our smartphones control as much of our time as mine did, they become idols in our lives and that idolatry must be broken. Do digital devices have a choke-hold on your life? Are you wasting in-person time with family and friends by spending time on your phone? How does the amount of time spend on your phone compare with the time spent with loved ones or in the Word of God? 10 steps to take control of your smartphone use: Move your smartphone from your pocket to your purse or backpack. If you leave the phone nearby at night, move it off the nightstand so that you must be intentional to access it. Take your phone off your desk and move it to a shelf or other piece of furniture. Turn off notifications on social media apps. It’s not necessary to maintain a constant vigil on Facebook, Instagram, or SnapChat. If you want to stay in touch, check in once or twice a day. Use a timer to monitor the amount of time you spend on your phone. There are apps to help with this. Ban your phone from quiet time with the Lord. Use a “paper” Bible instead. If you use on online Bible or devotional app, decide in advance not to move away from the app, no matter how many notifications or digital distractions you receive. Ask an accountability partner to help you. When you’re with friends or family, put your phone away. Be present wherever you are. Most important of all: Ask God to deliver you and set your focus on Him alone. “for you shall not worship any other god, for the LORD, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.” Exodus 34:14 “You will seek me and find me when you seek for Me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:13  Get involved: Join us for the Whisper Gathering, a life-changing women’s retreat designed to help us hear the Still Small Voice of God October 25-27. Click here for more information: The Whisper Gathering 2018 Our free 5-part course “Create in Me a Clean Heart” is now available. Sign up here to receive the course and our newsletter here: Create in Me a Clean Heart You might also enjoy reading: What Four Days of Digital Silence Taught Me About

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