Jesus! You are risen! You are risen indeed!
“Break through, oh Lord!” I cried. Through the cloudy mist, through the cacophony, the mass of cobwebs, the constant pull of sins and distractions. “I want to know You in the full glory of Your Resurrection. Break through!”
Would He break through? Continue reading “Resurrection now”
I take off my glasses to peer at my tiny notes in the wide margins of my ancient Bible. I type them into the computer and add new notes from what the Lord is currently teaching me about the passage. I love being able to use online commentaries and lexicons.
So the other day I had a little while to spend with the Word of God.
I don’t know if you have this problem, but for me it can actually be a little while before my mind and heart even settle down enough to be able to focus and enjoy and receive the nourishment that my soul needs. This time I kept being distracted. Continue reading “Reading under the covers with a flashlight”
My mother-in-law passed away six years ago this week. She died in her bed here in this house where we live now.
Almost five years earlier my in-laws had moved in with us so we could help with her care in her declining years, as she disappeared in the gray cloud of Alzheimer’s. You would think these wouldn’t be laughing years.
But we laughed. Continue reading “You gotta laugh: hope in the midst of Alzheimer’s”
I’m studying Philippians . . .
I memorized it when I was in college. I’ve taught Bible studies on it. I studied it in-depth nine years ago.
And I pull the bread out of the fridge and sniff it, surreptitiously checking for little white spots.
Why did I start studying Philippians last month? Continue reading “Fresh Bread, Fresh Words”
This one is an important book to me because I contributed a chapter for it! Over forty people, from famous ones to ordinary ones like me, told how the Word of God has been used in their lives. I posted my chapter on my blog a while back: “The Magnifying Glass of God.” Continue reading “New book! What the Bible means to me”
A friend listened to the song “If You Want Me To” by the blind songwriter Ginny Owens. She said, “I can’t say this is where I am all the time, but it’s where I want to be. I know it’s all true.”
That’s it. That’s it. “It may not be where I am all the time, but it’s where I want to be. I know it’s all true.”
This friend was about to have surgery and didn’t know if she might come out a paraplegic. Continue reading “Expecting the joy when you can’t feel it (joy part 4)”
Have you ever noticed those verses in the Bible that talk about God’s judgment on the wicked coming in the form of birds picking out their eyes? (One of them is in Proverbs 30.) I know that’s really a disgusting image, but it’s describing something completely realistic: when the ravening birds would start to eat a dead body, the first place they would go was the eye. If the eye didn’t respond at all, they knew that creature was completely dead.
Not a very likely opening to a post about joy, I know.
But the point I’m making is about response. The Bible links life to responsiveness and death to unresponsiveness. There are many, many places where this understanding of death and life bring into full focus what God is saying. Continue reading “Joy comes as a response in the realm of the spirit (joy part 3)”
Last week I gave the first part of a definition of joy, asserting the controversial opinion that we have to admit that it’s a feeling, an emotion.
This week I want to say something that might also be considered controversial: Joy arises as a response to something outside of us. A sensory response. I’m talking about the five senses here: sight, hearing, taste, touch, smell. As in . . . Continue reading “Joy is a response (joy part 2)”
One day before beginning a meeting, a lady gave us all a Thought to Ponder. “Joy is a discipline.”
Hmmmm, whirred my ancient rusty crankshaft of a brain. That doesn’t sound quite right. That bothers me. Continue reading “Maybe joy isn’t a discipline but is . . . (gasp) a feeling (joy part 1)”
Not long ago a young friend found out my age and expressed surprise. “I didn’t know you were that o—”
She stopped. “I mean. . . .” She back-pedalled. “I mean . . . you’re not old.” She blushed. “I mean, I didn’t know you were that far along.” Continue reading “Reflections on my fifty-fourth birthday: getting old”