The Knock on the Door

>> Thursday, October 31, 2013

The plans had been laid. Romantic music at the ready. Scented candles lit. Dinner on the table. John was ready. The big question would be asked tonight. I saw it coming. And I knew something apparently he didn’t know.

He had planned this evening on Halloween.

We sat on the couch, wine glasses in hand and it was about time for that question. There was a knock on the door.

“Who in the world could that be?”

The sweet little sound of “trick or treat” wafted my way. The look on his face was priceless. 

“Is this Halloween?”

So much for plans. His fell apart 34 years ago today.

But life is just like that. We plan our career, marry our beloved, build a wonderful home and we think we are set. And then comes the knock on the door. It’s not a sweet little voice. It comes in the form of layoffs, divorces, foreclosures or death.

So much for our plans. They can fall apart.

But that’s where God comes in. Nothing surprises Him. He can handle whatever the situation. As a Christ-follower, the peace remains no matter what the knock on the door brings.

His plans never fall apart.

“But they do not know the Lord’s thoughts or understand his plan.” Micah 4:12 (NLT)


Another Passage

>> Saturday, October 19, 2013

Back in the dark ages…growing up in Kansas…going to movies was a BIG sin. The doctrine of our church denomination said it was of the devil. If you gave money to attend a movie, you were helping Hollywood encourage the degradation of the world. Those men and women kissing on the screen weren’t even married to each other.

We did not go to movies.

I married and had children. Since my husband was a preacher of that same denomination, the dogma remained. No matter how badly one of our girls wanted to see a movie…even a children’s movie…they were denied.

My husband left…I became a person…and sorted through my beliefs to decide for myself. In my early 30’s I chose to take my children and go to a movie. They probably enjoyed it. I waited for the roof to fall on me.

We lived.

Attending movies became a delightful way to spend time with the girls. As they grew and went their separate ways, I continued to take myself to movies. It was such an enjoyable way to spend an evening. When I married again, we set aside Friday night as our date night. Many times we chose to go out to eat and then see a movie.

We went to a movie last night. I sat with my eyes closed through most of it. My nausea lingered on for an hour after we came home. As I waited to be able to open my eyes, I pondered my choice. I could continue to go to movies…get sick…and wait to get better. Or I could decide that going to movies was no longer an option for me.

It was a hard decision.

I have a problem with my vision. If there is a lot of sideways movement, my eyes do not track together. Thus, the nausea. Many times I’ve been able to just listen to the show and know what occurred. But last night much of the conversation was in a different language with the words on the screen. Too bad for me. My husband tells me that Captain Phillips is a very good movie. I’ll have to take his word for it.

Life is full of choices. This passage has brought me full circle…no movies.


I Am a Bible

>> Thursday, October 10, 2013

The sound of the keyboard filled the meeting room. Our worship leader spoke as she played some background music. In her comments, she referred to a certain version of the Bible. Later, after some songs, she again mentioned a scripture from a different version of the Bible. And so it went for all the sessions.

There are many different versions of the Bible.

The speaker read from a certain version and then compared it to a different version. Between the speaker and worship leader, probably four or five different versions of the Bible were read, plus some reading from the paraphrase…the Message.

Our ladies retreat was attended by various types of women…some non-Christians, some newly Christian and others having been a Christian for years. No matter where they were on their journey, there was a Bible version that could speak to them.

But what about the people we come in contact with every day. They’ve probably never been to a Christian retreat. We work with them…live next door to them…buy products from them. As I pondered the words read to me at the retreat, I remembered a saying.

You may be the only Bible some people read.

All the different versions of the Bible point to central truths…God loves you and desires a relationship with you. If we call ourselves Christians, shouldn’t our lives point to the same truths? Our reactions to circumstances display a certain version of the Bible. Do we point to a loving God? Do our words line up with a God who understands us? Or do we demonstrate a life of judgment and condemnation?

Exactly what version are you?

“We don’t want anyone looking down on God’s Message because of their (our) behavior.” Titus 2:5b (MSG)


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