I'm thinking about what a friend said - how it's difficult to trust when things don't match up and how children aren't yet jaded by experience and this world. I've been serving the Lord for some time now, so it's crazy and awful that I would doubt Him or His promises. It seems somewhat offensive, actually.
People call them stones or stakes or whatevers, but I've found that writing down answers to prayer
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Monday, September 09, 2013
Luke 18:6-8
Ever wait for something for a really long time - a husband, children, a promise of family coming to saving faith, dreams unfulfilled? I think most of us can write books on the waiting game. Waiting. If an unjust person (the judge) will act on behalf of a persistent someone, how much more will our Father, who looks on us with compassion, act on our behalf? The thing is
Friday, September 06, 2013
Luke 17:26-27
These people were eating, drinking, marrying - all normal everyday activities. It's what makes the world go round - we work from 9-5, take our kids to school, make our houses look better, etc. There's nothing wrong in and of those things,
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Luke 17:17-19
The obvious is remembering to give thanks. We are ungrateful people who thank God only when things are 'good.' I must continue to allow Him to develop a grateful attitude in spite of circumstances. I get that. Today He spoke more to me.
Only one came back. The others were eager to get back to normal life. I mean who wouldn't be? As lepers they had to live outside the village and stand at a distance. That kind of isolation is a sure way to depression. Having been made well, of course they were eager to get back to life - back to their families, jobs, communities.
But this one guy came back to Jesus instead of back to normal. This guy came to give thanks, and Jesus' response? "Your faith has made you well." A literal translation of, "your faith has saved you." Your faith has healed you, saved you, forgiven you. He was a foreigner made well. A foreigner saved. He didn't go back to normal.
We aren't told what happened afterwards, but we can imagine (I'm a type A but still such a dreamer) the kind of transformation that took place. It's the kind that shouts stuff like, "I once was lost, but now I'm found. I was sick, but now I'm healed!" I'm sure this guy didn't keep to himself how he'd been healed, how he'd been saved, Who had set him free.
When this kind of transformation takes place in our hearts, we are eager to give thanks and tell the world.
I don't know what he was saved from exactly (except the leprosy part), but I know what I've been saved from...so let me never forget or grow tired of giving thanks. And may that transformation ring loud because I never want to go back to normal.
Only one came back. The others were eager to get back to normal life. I mean who wouldn't be? As lepers they had to live outside the village and stand at a distance. That kind of isolation is a sure way to depression. Having been made well, of course they were eager to get back to life - back to their families, jobs, communities.
But this one guy came back to Jesus instead of back to normal. This guy came to give thanks, and Jesus' response? "Your faith has made you well." A literal translation of, "your faith has saved you." Your faith has healed you, saved you, forgiven you. He was a foreigner made well. A foreigner saved. He didn't go back to normal.
We aren't told what happened afterwards, but we can imagine (I'm a type A but still such a dreamer) the kind of transformation that took place. It's the kind that shouts stuff like, "I once was lost, but now I'm found. I was sick, but now I'm healed!" I'm sure this guy didn't keep to himself how he'd been healed, how he'd been saved, Who had set him free.
When this kind of transformation takes place in our hearts, we are eager to give thanks and tell the world.
I don't know what he was saved from exactly (except the leprosy part), but I know what I've been saved from...so let me never forget or grow tired of giving thanks. And may that transformation ring loud because I never want to go back to normal.
Live Him loud.
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