The Open Secret

 

1 Chronicles 29:11 (ESV)  Yours, O Lord, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the victory and the majesty, for all that is in the heavens and in the earth is yours. Yours is the kingdom, O Lord, and you are exalted as head above all.

Dear Friends, lately it has occurred to me that our Christian world's focus seems to be on what God will or can do for me.  But when I think about it, I seem to be drawn to discussions on the Majesty of God, so I've spent many hours pouring through this book with my Bible and notepad.  The book - The Knowledge of the Holy by A.W. Tozer.  

In this chapter I focused on one thing particularly that the author reminds us of.  He states that, if we are to live as God's  people in this world, we must “Acquaint ourselves with God.”   We must get to know Him as He is, not as we’d like Him to be.  

Mr. Tozer says, “God is not a utilitarian God . . ..  whose chief claim to men’s attention is His ability to bring them success in their various undertakings and who for that reason is being cajoled and flattered by everyone who wants a favor.”

He goes on to say that “The God we must learn to know is the Majesty in the heavens, God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, the Only Wise God, our Savior.”  Tozer almost shouts about the power, the works and the wisdom of God.

He mentions a few things that we can work on in order to “Acquaint ourselves with God.”  Here is one that I want more in my life.  That suggestion is to invest a great deal of time meditating on God as He is - on the majesty of God as our KING. 
 

There is a King of this world, and it is NOT me, NOT my family, Not my country, NOT this earth, NOT science, intelligence or knowledge, NOT strength and NOT my local congregation, a hero or a group.

God the creator is KING, and to truly know Him, I must worship, I must bow, and I must make sure I’m submitting to Him, His will and His truth.

There are no words that can sufficiently describe the Majesty of God, simply because He is not simple.  He is so complex and unknowable that we can only just TRY to know Him better. 
 

Many of us know the truth that God loves us, and that Jesus came and paid an unbelievable price for our eternal salvation.  We’ve been assured that God listens to us as our Father.  All those things we can understand in some way, but His Holiness, His Omnipresence (always, everywhere), His Transcendence (superior, beyond anything we can see or imagine) are somewhat beyond anything we can wrap our minds around, aren’t they?

So my wish is that I can begin to understand a little more, and worship a lot more – that I can rest in His promise that He loves and forgives me, and yet be forever acutely aware of His Majesty.

Love, Diane

 

Wait and Rest

For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence,
  for my hope is from him.  
He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; 

I shall not be shaken. 
On God rests my salvation and my glory;

 my mighty rock, my refuge is God.  
Psalm 62:5-7 (ESV)

I speak to my God as I lie here awake
in the silence, my heart knows He hears.

I speak, and I wait for a word from my Lord, 

trusting He knows all my burdens and  fears.

Soon my God will release a vast vapor of love

that will send all my worries to flight.

No clouds will obstruct the view of His care

as I wait in the still of the night. 

My soul,

it will wait for my God to come near

for He is my shelter from harm.

My soul,

it will wait for His answer tonight.

He’ll give me sweet peace in this storm.

In this world He is steadfast - 

my trustworthy Friend. 

I cannot be lost from his sight.

So I wait for a whisper

from His Spirit of calm

as I silently watch in the night.

Fidelity

Recently we heard a podcast featuring a social movement begun by Dr. Robert P. George, McCormick Prof. of Jurisprudence, Princeton University.  The following is a short synopsis of what he is calling Fidelity Month.

Dr. George writes, "You may have read about the rather disturbing recent WSJ poll indicating a precipitous decline in our fellow Americans’ belief in the importance of such values as patriotism, religion, family, and community—the values that used to unite Americans despite our many differences. There are a million things we can and should do to restore the faith of our people, and begin to heal the dreadful division in our country, but I would like you to join in one small one."

Dr George goes on to explain the steps a person, a church, or a group can take to espouse fidelity to our God, to our families and our country.  I believe that this could be a movement which may change the way we look at our lives, our politics and other people.

Fidelity means: faithfulness to a person, cause, or belief, demonstrated by continuing loyalty and support and allegiance.
 
In a biblical context, fidelity means unwavering faithfulness and loyalty, especially towards God, one's spouse, and within the Christian community. It's about being true to promises, commitments, and duties, reflecting God's own character and the importance of covenant relationships.  This faithfulness is something that I believe is important for us to focus on.

From the Fidelity Month website - "The official symbol for Fidelity Month is a wreath, particularly a myrtle wreath, representing God, His eternal nature, and family unity. The wreath is designed with specific elements: the open top symbolizes divine embrace, the branches and leaves signify family dependence on and union with God, and the star and stripe at the bottom represent America's union. The color gold in the logo symbolizes generosity and compassion, while blue (background) symbolizes truth, loyalty, responsibility, and peace."

Thanks for reading through this. 
I hope it gives us all some food for thought.

Love, Diane 

Love from the Throne

 John 1:1-5 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  He was with God in the beginning.  Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.  In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind.  The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

Beautiful words from someone who had been face to face with Jesus.  They were written by a man who was so overwhelmed with his knowledge of Jesus that he continually rehearsed in his mind the fact that Jesus could love even him.

He often referred to himself as “the disciple that Jesus loved.”

I truly believe that it was John’s humility that created those thoughts and words. 

John sees Christ in a special way. John’s words speak of Jesus as “the One who made all things” and “the light of all mankind.” He speaks of Jesus as “the light that shines in the darkness” and cannot be overcome by that darkness.

Can you imagine the way John's heart would pound when he saw our Savior face to face - as he watched Jesus' actions of love for needy people each day?   Can your mind picture his confusion and concentration as he heard the words of God from the mouth of this perfect one?

And finally, can you imagine how he must have felt when Jesus gave him the responsibility to take care of Jesus’ mother – words from the cross?

John spoke of Jesus as the one
who brought the world to life.
He spoke of what he’d seen and knew.
He spoke of Christ who loved him too.

He spoke of Jesus Christ, “The Light”
whose love shown through the darkest night.

His name!
“Immanuel” “God’s Son” “The King”

His purpose!
“Ransom Payer” “Go-between.”

His Gift!
Eternal life for those who bring
a humble faith in offering. 

If I see John, “the one Christ loved”
as a man who looks like me,
a sinful one in need of love, I cannot help but see
a trait that I must strive to have -
it’s deep humility.

If I see me, in Jesus eyes, as I look to heaven above,
then I can say with John today,
“I’m the one that Jesus loved.”

Emotions

Using social media we’ve begun to stress emotions through emojis - hearts, smiles, thumbs up, tears, and several pages of little “meaningful” pictures. They truly are a lot of fun, but are they real?  Do they picture our true emotions?

When we spend time listening to people, I mean really listening to them, we can truly read their heart’s emotions.  And only then might we get an idea of just how we can be a real friend to them.

I heard your heart today my friend

as I listened to the story’s end.

I heard the sorrow in your life and felt the awful pain

that you’ve endured through failing health
or acts you won’t or can’t explain.

I heard your tears, 

they fell 

despite the way you tried

to keep them to yourself – to hide.

Those deep emotions left inside
your broken heart 

held only fears.

I heard your pain. 
I heard the fear.

But friend, I cannot know

enough to help you on my own

or tell you where to Go.

Except
to trust the One who does -

the One who’s always there, 

the One who holds you in His hand

and hears each hurting prayer.

My friends, I pray that I can always be a real friend to you.

Love, Diane

Blessings

 

We pray, "God, thank you for our blessings.”  I wonder what we really consider as blessings when we say those words.

Sometimes we see them as “blessings” only if they are wrapped in pretty paper, or resulting in things we've wished for, or maybe only if they are clear and definite "yes" answers to our wants. 

The word “Raindrops” sound beautiful, soft and lovely. But when we use the word “Rain” it has a different sound to us. Like something a little harsh, like a trial. Let’s explore that a little.

Do you remember reading the book of Job? Job was a good guy. He did what God wanted him to do. He lived a pretty blameless life.  But there was more to the story.  Blessings?

Job lost everything. His children and servants were killed, and he lost all his riches. Soon he was afflicted with sores over his whole body.

Job laid out his complaints to God. But he also asked God to show him where he had fallen short.  He spoke of God’s goodness, and yet complained about the state he was in. He felt that God wasn’t listening to him - sometimes we feel the same way.  Job just didn’t understand – and that’s the crux of the matter. 

God’s answer set Job back a bit. In Job 38, we read.” Then the LORD spoke to Job out of the storm. . . In the storm He showed Job that God was God, and Job was not.

God was laying out for Job a picture of just who he was complaining to, and then God asked Job to answer Him.

Job didn’t know that God was so sure of Job’s love that He would allow him to go through these troubles for another reason. Job didn’t know what blessing was going to be his. He didn’t know that God was showing Job how to trust Him.The storm helped him grow, and because of it, Job learned more and more about God and learned that no matter where Job found himself, in the sunshine or the rain, God can be trusted. 

Job's blessings came through raindrops. This time the rain was a real gully washer, tearing through Job’s life was a real storm. The rain in Job’s life was a blessing, even though at the it didn’t feel like it.

A little aside -- Job’s “blessing” is really a blessing to us. It helps us to know God better. It speaks of an almighty God, a God we don’t always understand.  It also shows that man can have a conversation with God – not a “formal” talk, but a real conversation.  For although God basically scolded Job for his attitude, He continued to talk with him.  He didn’t shut Job out.  And in the end, God demonstrated His love for Job in a very tangible way. We may, in our rainstorm, hear a gentle word from our Savior saying, may this trial be a way for you to understand Me more.

Oh yes, sometimes in our storms we wonder if He’s listening - but the Bible tells us that God always hears His children.  Yes, sometimes our blessings come through raindrops. 

These were just my thoughts after I listened to this beautiful song.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKPeoPiK9XE

 

Pride - it's a Virus

Proverbs 11:2  
When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with the humble is wisdom.

Pride’s a lethal virus that affects each living man, and in fact, man doesn't see how deep the evil in it stands.

We oft’ don’t know that pride is there within our human heart, unless we look beyond ourselves and take our thoughts apart.

        Possibly we’ll find it tucked within our halo’d hair,

preparing to reveal itself, when least expected there.

Pride masquerades as many things.
Pride’s costumes are so fine,

that we may sometimes see it as
"humility divine."

 

Pride’s a lethal virus that affects our walk as well.

We stumble on the “I” and “me” in the stories that we tell.

In tales of glory, we’re the ones that win the big grand prize

for deeds we’ve done, and races run; our works are supersized.

 

Pride enters through a mirror that reflects a wish to shine,

and to hear the words that puff us up; those words we underline.

 

You see –

When pride builds me and lessens you,

sin shows his ugly head - it’s true.

Whether searching for the spotlight, or looking in the glass,

If I am first, that pushes you

to second

or to last.

 

So, don’t be proud of your beauty,

or your talents

or your stuff.

Those gifts and possessions are

yours for today,

but in eternity -
not enough.

They may pass in a moment

since it’s not up to you

how the world sees your worth

and the things that you do.

Instead,

bow to the One who is perfect and wise,

to the God who will hear when His humble child cries.

On her knees,

and with tears,

see the love on God’s face.

Hear His promised forgiveness.  Know the gift of His grace.

Holy Week

 

I wonder what Jesus thought and felt during this week prior to His crucifixion and death.  He knew what was coming but was still determined to do what He came to the world to accomplish.   That week He confronted the merchants, and the pharisees, Judas, and even a fig tree. 

He met with his disciples and celebrated the Passover meal with the twelve.  He prayed for the children given to Him by the Father – His followers.  He also included us in His prayer – the ones who would hear of Him in the future, have faith in Him and would remain in the world.   

I consider and try to imagine the dread Jesus must, (truly must) have felt.  He was a man, after all and as a man as well as God, He would have had to viscerally dread what He knew would come.  When we read the accounts of this week, of His suffering, we can’t help but get physically involved as well.  If my heart does not ache, if I do not feel my blood pressure rising, if I can ignore the picture portrayed in the garden, in the courtyard, before Pilot, then I wonder if I truly understand the depth of His love.

All this pain, even prior to His actual crucifixion must have been unbearable – but He did bear it for you, for me, for all the people who would come, or had gone before. 

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He might have said -

The night that Satan thought he had me, the night he planned his victory,
the night his servant Judas kissed me – began my walk to Calvary.

Rough arms came, reached out, and seized me.
A dear friend drew his sword to fight.
I said “No angry swords are called for.
It has to be this way tonight.”

Oh don't you think I could withstand them at any time if I should try.
Oh don't you know ten thousand angels would be at hand with just a cry.
 
Lead me on the way to Calvary.
We'll take the road together now.
I'll walk along - no need to drag me
for I won't use my heavenly power.
 
Oh I could call ten thousand angels if I wanted to be free.
But my love for you will keep me silent.
For
I’ve lived to die upon that tree.

As you see the pain and suffering that He endured, may you also see the unbelievable love that He has for each of us.

Love,
Diane 

Hope in Christ's Sacrifice

Dear ones, 

Recently our minister spoke about true "hope."  This is what I heard in my heart.

Hope is spelled JESUS.
Hope means rebirth.
Hope feels like confidence while we live on this earth.

Hope doesn’t worry,
doesn’t fret, stew or wonder.
It’s assurance that God cares when your world’s torn asunder.

Hope isn’t just wishing.
No, it’s true expectation.
It's faith in God's promise that He rules in the nations.

Hope is spelled JESUS
Hope means rebirth
It came through the sacrifice of Christ for the earth.

As we approach Easter and look at the events leading up to Christ's death and resurrection,  I absolutely need to remember the HOPE that Jesus brings to us, don't you?

So Weep Not!

As I watch the clouds weep 

on this early Spring morning 

my tears join the clouds as they cry.  

My mind's full of grief for the sin that Christ carried 

and my heart's sick with sorrow 

as if no tomorrow 

will come, and my tears will not dry. 

Gently, there comes from the heart of the Father

a breeze whispering, “Daughter, don't cry.

Yes, the price for your sin was paid by my son.

He was willing to pay

and His life give away

so your tears could forever be dry."

"It was love for you child that He walked on that path.

It was love for all men that He'd die.

So weep not, 

see the morning

 as she shouts out in joy.

Weep not!

See the sun as He shines.

Weep not!

Hear the words, "He is risen.  He lives."

Weep not!

and remember, you're mine.

He has risen.

Joy will reign

on this earth and in heaven.

The price has been paid, and sin's power lies dead.

Sing, child!  

For your sins are forgiven."

Friends, I was thinking about what to write at this especially difficult time of the year - the days that we consider all Jesus had to go through for us.  I decided that something I had written last Easter season was what I needed to post again.  So....

It's almost time!  Easter is just around the corner!  But, before we sing of His resurrection, before we glory in the Conqueror’s might, let's take a minute to walk with His disciples during those dark days of uncertainty.  

I want us to walk with those men and women because I believe that we all have days of uncertainty as they did.  We all have days when we wonder what tomorrow will bring.  We all wonder, at some time or another, if tomorrow will even come, don’t we?

Can you imagine the disappointment?
Can you feel the aching pain?
Their leader is dead.  
Their hope was in vain.

Those hopes seemed to vanish, eclipsed by the roar 
of the thunder within, and the words “nevermore.”

Their plans for tomorrow were lost in the storm 
of the evil before them, 
in the winds of despair.
They questioned, “God, why,
and God how can it be
that Jesus, our Savior, is no longer there?”

As we walk with the people who walked with our Lord, 
we can feel in our hearts the despair they endured.

But today

on the other side of the cross, on the other side of the empty tomb, we can scarcely imagine what they might have felt.  

We can’t really walk in their shoes, especially since we know the rest of the story.  They told us!  And in their words we find our solid hope! 

I, for one, wish His friends hadn’t been required to walk that path.  But I’m so grateful that they were finally able to touch the scars and hear His voice, and to see and know that He was truly alive after all.

May you live in hope as you consider the joy that was just around the corner for those disciples, but is here - now for us. 

From my heart, Diane

 

 

 

Sometimes we Cry

 

Dear friends, 

I’ve been thinking about the fact that God is, according to the Scriptures, always present.  The word that theologians use is Omnipresent.  Omni, the Latin meaning, all or every.  God is present everywhere, every time.  But sometimes we can’t get our minds around that truth, since we see things from a human point of view. I tried to put myself in a place where doubt in His constant presence lives, so the following are those thoughts. 

If
When I’m heavy-hearted
or when dreams terrify,
or when the world seems broken
I cry 
"God, please tell me Why!"

If
Tears fall on my pillow
as the darkness rules the sky,
if
my plans and hopes are shattered
I can’t but wonder why, 
and I cry. 

I wonder
if God is a God of love 
but still my life feels gray.
If I’m a child of His,
but He seems so far away.
If He doesn't see my face,
from His great hiding place
beyond the heavens’ darkest space.

Or  

if God was absent now, today,
if on this path He wasn’t here 
and because of that I lost my way.
If that were true, I could but cry

“My God, Oh God, please tell me why?” 

But praise be to God 

HE IS PRESENT
GOD IS HERE 

He is filling, presiding, powerful and wise. 
He is always, eternal, the limitless King.
He is God above all, and to Him I will bring
Songs of rejoicing, my God and My King. 

I can give Him my worries, my cares and my sin.
I can trust His forgiveness again and again.
He’s the God who is close and will not move away.
He’s the God who will walk with me day after day. 

“God’s alive and He’s here!”
So, this I will sing
 "Almighty and present, my God and my King!"

1 Peter 5:7 (TLB) Let him have all your worries and cares, for he is always thinking about you and watching everything that concerns you. 

Jeremiah 23:23-24 (ESV) “Am I a God at hand, declares the Lord, and not a God far away? Can a man hide himself in secret places so that I cannot see him? declares the Lord. Do I not fill heaven and earth? declares the Lord.
 

To Rescue Me from Me

Today, I read some truly challenging words in a devotion book that my husband and I enjoy each morning.  The book is "New Morning Mercies" by Paul David Tripp.  Thank you, my friend Darla, for the gift of this book.

This morning's message focused on James 4:1-20.  The beginning sentences in today's  chapter speak of the sin in one’s heart - anger, bitterness, discontent, jealousy; sins that may result in difficult people problems.  Although the author didn't mention them, those sins can also result in health issues.  Those problems cannot always be laid at another door.

One of the important statements in this study is that much of the time the problem is me.  I'm desperately in need of the grace of God.  And, as Mr. Tripp says, "If I confess this, I am saying that I don't so much need to be rescued from people, locations, and situations.  I am in desperate need of the grace of God that alone is able to rescue me from me." 

I love what David asked of God in Psalm 51.  "Create in me a clean heart oh God and renew a right spirit within me." 

It's about the heart, isn't it?

It's all about what's in my heart
and how I think and feel.
It's not another's sins set free
or the way this evil world I see.
It's not those things that hinder me
from knowing grace is real.

When trials come, when anger lives, when bitterness is there,
when discontent and jealous thoughts are more than I can bear,
God's grace is still available.
His love can set me free.
When I kneel with all my heart and mind
in contrite humility.

And then I must depend on Him
to rescue me from me. 

Lord I Believe

This message could touch any of us at any time.  Right now, I'm more than convinced that our God has me in His hands.  Funny thing, my husband reminded me recently that prayer is not in the hands of the “prayee” but in the hands of the God we pray to.

When we pray, do we trust God to answer?  Have you ever been told that God didn’t answer your prayers because you didn’t trust Him enough?  Do we have to have perfect faith before our Father will hear and answer our prayers?

There’s a story in the Bible about just that.  We read in Mark 9 about a man in the crowd around Jesus who said, 

“Teacher, I brought you my son who is possessed by a spirit that has robbed him of speech. Whenever it seizes him, it throws him to the ground. He foams at the mouth, gnashes his teeth and becomes rigid. I asked your disciples to drive out the spirit, but they could not.”

After some discussion the man said to Jesus,  "if you can do anything, take pity on us and help us.”

‘If you can’?” said Jesus. “Everything is possible for one who believes."

”Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!”  . . .and Jesus healed the child.

We pray, and God has the power to answer.

Life in this world seemed so troubled and torn

that I asked for a reason or plan in this storm.

Black thoughts may assail me,

and doubts may arise.

I want to see God, 

and to look in His eyes.

The wonder,

the worry,

the doubt will not leave

unless I can trust Him and truly believe

that

God holds tomorrow in the palms of his hands

and all things will work out in the way that He plans.

I plead that my heart will trust God today,

As the paths of my life turn and twist on the way.

I want to feel strong and to truly believe,

and to see in the future the pattern He weaves.

My mind must remember,

that His love will not end.

"My Father, my helper, my God, and my friend."

Today I will trust Him and truly receive

His help, and His love.

I will truly believe

what He’s shown in my life,
day by day,
hour by hour,

and remember the times that I witnessed His power.

I'll remember He loves me, so I trust in His care

and remember I’m His,

and He’ll always be near.

Dear Friends, 

Lately I've been reading  The Knowledge of The Holy by A W Tozer

This has been a really good start.  The beginning of the book sets in motion thoughts that have been forming in my brain for quite some time.  The main idea of this first portion is that God is beyond.  You may have heard me say those words recently.  But the author has a beautiful way of describing that reality.  His voice is so effortlessly skilled at describing what cannot be described.

Mr. Tozer uses the word “dignity” several times in this chapter.  That some of the ideas (pictures) that we humans might have about God are beneath the dignity of the Most High God.  I was stuck a little at the word, but if I stop to consider what the Bible tells us, and nature tells us, and our inmost thoughts tell us about His Majesty, I cannot complain about the use of that phrase.

I expect one of the most intriguing things to me in Chapter one was the statement about the burden of worshipping a God who requires obedience, love, fnd acceptable worship from every part of me.  And I believe that, if I do not acknowledge this burden, I can never appreciate the sacrifice that God gave to his people in Jesus, my Savior.

To know Him, Oh the Mighty Creator

To know Him, Oh the God From Forever

To love Him

with a yearning to know,

to worship and adore Him, 

in the depths of my soul.

There's a burden to carry 

it's called perfect obedience.

And if I did not know it,

if I could not see the

requirement so heavy 

Jesus carried for me  

if I didn't acknowledge my need  

then you see  

the price paid by Jesus 

would mean nothing to me.

To know Him and all that I owe Him

To love Him 

with all that’s within

My heart cries in worship

this heart stained by sin 

my heart 

sighs 

in worship

in soul wrenching worship

in unvarnished worship

I kneel once again

Psalm 104

 Is winter a place - a dull, dim, cold place?  Can I open a door and walk into winter, or better yet, walk out of it? 

 How did this happen?  This morning I woke up and found myself in winter.  The sky was grey, hiding the sun that should have been there up above my world.

This winter place is quiet – not like the sunny days of spring, or of summer.  I find that sunshine and light are sound as well as sight.  They greet my ears and my heart, singing a beautiful bright tune – a song that’s easy to follow, easy to sing. 

So I question, “God, why did you create the seasons?  Why not always give us mostly sunshine and some cool breezes?”

But, today I read Psalm 104.  Oh!  This psalm is so beautiful! 

Many scholars believe David wrote this Psalm, but it doesn’t matter whose pen it came from.  It clutched at my heart and almost screamed these words, “Diane what makes you feel that you can complain about a few dull, drab wintery days, when you look at what our amazingly beautiful God did to make the amazing, beautiful world that you are part of?"  

The writer spoke of God making the clouds his chariot, riding on the wings of the wind and making the flaming fire His messengers.

It spoke of God’s created earth as if it were alive – fleeing from the sound of His thunder, water rising and moving to its appointed places, bound from going too far.  One verse mentions that the earth is satisfied with the fruit of God’s work.  The Psalm tells of all the animals, fish, and birds looking to God for their food in due season – filling them with good things.  I love that the Psalm even mentions a small part of this vast creation - the rock badgers – such unimpressive animals in the realm of large and fancy created things.  I read  “The high mountains are for the wild goats; the rocks are a refuge for the rock badgers.”

And of course he mentions the seasons.  “He made the moon to mark the seasons; the sun knows its time for setting.  You make darkness and it is night…”  

So when I stop to think about the truth of God’s reason for seasons, it makes sense.  And it even gives me a warm feeling to know that He had a plan for the earth and for His created earthlings.  So I know that He has a plan for me – and you as well.

Ok, I think God gave me a bit to think about on this drab, dull winter day.

Love you all,

Diane

Book Review

 A look at “Joyfully Aging” A book by Richard Bimler.  

It’s been an interesting read – bogged down a little bit in the middle but certainly included some truly interesting and helpful information.  I understand that Mr. Bimler is a Lutheran Minister who, I was surprised to learn, may have been a Clergyman on staff at a church we attended in the Kansas City area many years ago.  

I will borrow a few of his thoughts as we go along, then you can decide whether you’d like to purchase this book, or to borrow mine.

Mr. Bimler discusses the importance of laughter for our physical health as well as emotional and mental health.  This book is full of little snippets to laugh about – as long as you’re willing to laugh at yourself.  

He also discusses the importance of community – not just sitting around having an “organ recital” with others our age but reaching out to those that can use our help, our smile, our concern.  That was one of the main challenges I felt he stressed in the book.

He has a chapter about taking care of our bodies, exercise, healthy eating, rest, etc.  I liked that he said about a healthy body not being the end-in-itself, but a means whereby we can serve others.  

Mr. Bimler also brings in some items that I really appreciate.  He quotes other authors who have wisdom to share – historical figures who have demonstrated the fact that age does not mean “dead.” And most importantly, he brings to light scriptures that talk about the subject.

All in all, it was a good read, and I would recommend it.

At this point, I’d like to discuss chapter 44.

This was a chapter called “Got Change?”  That one really made me think, although I truly enjoy some changes that I’ve encountered in my 85 (almost) years of life, I do not buy in to the present cultural worship of “change.”  

The following thoughts are mine, not Mr. Bimler’s.

A couple of my issues stem from the words I hear regarding things “old.”  As if there was nothing good about the past, no important lessons to be learned from history.  It seems to have been forgotten that ALL new technologies, inventions, etc. have a basis in the work done before by our ancestors.   

The words echo in my brain, “It’s new – so it’s good.”  “It’s exciting so we need it to give us joy and fulfillment.”  “It’s necessary” – for what? I ask.  “It hasn’t been tried before, so it needs to be tried.”

And then the words, “You wouldn’t understand how important this is.” or "There is no question, you really must acknowledge that change is good.”  

It’s as if, before the present technological age, there was no joy, no excitement, nothing to help us achieve what we need in life, and no information that could help us to be the blessings that this world needs.

Now I have to say, I’m writing this on my computer, having checked my sources on Wikipedia, making sure that spell check didn’t misunderstand my intent, sitting in a warm house with a cup of leftover, microwaved coffee by my side and ignoring the spam calls on my cellphone. So what does that say about my lack of buy-in to technology? 😊

Love you all,

Diane

He Hears our Prayers

I recently heard a beautiful song by a trio of Christian women.  The message was about the presence of God in the life of a Christ follower.

The setting was a mountaintop.  The woman and the “Shepherd” were talking together.  I surmised that she was asking why God had allowed pain and loss to follow her in her life on earth and why God did not answer her prayers. 
 
“Why?  Why?” she would say. “I asked for …… and you didn’t answer.”

Do you ever question God like that?  I know I certainly have, and even now, it sometimes becomes my plea.  Oh, how I wish I could hear His reasons.  I wish I could see the future.  But when I do, I wonder if, while seeing the future, I would still ask the question, “Why?”

But sometimes these days, I’m grateful that the “why” is lost in the presence of opportunities to say, “Thank you.  Thank you, God, for not answering my prayer in the way I wanted.”  Thank you for protecting me from myself – from my short-sighted wishes.

I cry, “why?”  I cry “how?”  

I cry “God please fix it now!”

My prayers – they whine like howling wind, 

with what, and why, and where and how.

Living in this broken world seems more than I can bear.

I need your help, I need your voice, I need your love and care.

I’d fall without the sure conviction 

that you’re always standing there

to hold me close and listen as

I come to you in prayer.

Even though there are still pains and problems in this world, I choose to believe what the Scriptures tell me – God loves his children and wants the best for them.  

We read in the Bible - 
 

See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!  And that is what we are! 1 John 3:1 (NIV)

If you, then, though you are evil,
know how to give good gifts to your children,
how much more will your Father in heaven
give good gifts to those who ask him! Matthew 7:10 (NIV)

The Lord is my shepherd. . . He restores my soul. Psalm 23 (NIV)

The song ends with the shepherd pointing to the valley that this woman has just crossed.  He points out the path she walked – sometimes on her own, and sometimes with his help.  He points to the paths she wanted to take - the ones He prevented, 
and the times when she really couldn’t go on, so He carried her. 
 

Father please forgive me when I whine.

Please help me understand.

You know the trials that I can bear.

You hold me in your hand.

And He does.  God bless you dear friends.

Diane