It seemed like a normal day. I was going about my ordinary household tasks, for the most part on automatic. But during the course of the day I became aware of where my heart was going. I realized that I was continuing to be bombarded by temptations in my thoughts, and that I was coyly flirting with the enemy, even though it was only barely at the level of consciousness. Because, after all, I was still washing clothes and cleaning the kitchen and doing school and answering emails and carrying on with life.
Under this bombardment of wrong desires, anxiety, and wrong attitudes, Continue reading “Waging warfare through Psalm 18”
“Be strong and of good courage . . . Only be strong and very courageous, . . . Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid or dismayed; for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” (from Joshua 1)
Through the decades, I’ve carried on arguments with myself in my wide-margin Bible. I correct myself, I rebuke myself, I express aghast-ness at my spiritual nearsightedness. Continue reading “How can I be strong in the Lord?”
With the very first issue of Patriarch magazine twenty years ago, my husband eschewed the Patriarchy Movement. Every since then, I’ve followed it from afar, often with concern, especially upon finding that some patriarchal churches wanted to keep unsaved people out, lest their children be tainted.
It was with grief that I saw recently that one of the Patriarchs of Patriarchy had fallen, and his organization, Vision Forum, along with it. I say grief, not because Continue reading “For shame, beautiful Botkins”
We’re in the middle of moving.
We had to find a new house (half the size of our current one). We’ve been figuring out how to downsize and fit into a much smaller space (a very good challenge, but a challenge nonetheless). We’ve been getting our current house ready to sell (I’ve tended not to notice too much when things needed fixing or painting, but I know someone else will). Bustle, hustle. Hustle, bustle. Continue reading “Ephemeral and everlasting”
Many lists detail Scripturally-based truths about who I am in Christ, and I love them; they’re worth much meditation.
But I would also love to see lists about who Jesus Christ is to me and for me and in me. I got to thinking about this when I was meditating on I Corinthians 1:30.
Thoughts for rejoicing!
Jesus Christ is my Passover Sacrifice (I Cor 5:7). He was offered in my place, my substitute.
He is my Rescuer Continue reading “Who is Jesus Christ to me and for me?”
I heard it many times growing up. “Your daily Bible reading is your daily manna. Yesterday’s reading won’t suffice for today. Read the Bible every day to receive fresh bread of life.”
I never questioned it.
Until recent years. Continue reading “Is the Bible really my daily manna?”
The response that I’ve posted here on Amazon is really more of a commentary on Jay Adams’ “nouthetic counseling” perspective on sanctification. Does Godliness really come through development of habits, as Jay Adams has been teaching since the early 1970s? When you understand the New Testament (and the Old in the light of the New), that’s not at all the picture that you see. Continue reading “Godliness through Discipline by Jay Adams: a response”
The book of Romans . . . I printed it out so that I could highlight sections and color code words and draw arrows and fill the margins with question marks and write cross references and draw pictures of stick figures . . . When I was studying through it, then—asking the Lord to make the book fresh to me, to strip away preconceived notions of what everything “had to mean,” and show me what it really meant-—it was then that many important Christian Life truths throughout the book began to crystallize. And I began to understand that Paul was refuting the concept of Living by the List. And he was describing three . . . no, it was four . . . reactions to it. This was immensely important to me, because I grew up Living by the List. Continue reading “It’s HARD Living by the List”
I had opened the front door to find two women standing there. I think they may have introduced themselves, and possibly told what church they represented. But then one of them said this line. This memorized line.
My first thought? What a confrontational thing to say!
My second thought? This is what it feels like to be on the other side of the door. Continue reading ““If you died tonight, what would you say to God to get Him to let you into His heaven?””
“Mama, Grandma’s eyes are open, but she’s breathing like she’s asleep.”
“Thank you darling.” I dropped what I was doing and hastened to Grandma’s bedroom, where she lay, resting between death and life.
I waved my hand in front of the unresponsive eyes. I put my hand on the unresponsive hand. I listened to the long, labored breathing . . . until it ceased. Continue reading “No more night of the living dead”