Showing posts with label Obedience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Obedience. Show all posts

Monday, December 9, 2013

THE MUSIC OF SALVATION - On how my guitar is like God's blessed gift of salvation.





          It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen and I knew if I could get my hands on it, I wouldn’t stop practicing until I could play it well.  My lucky big brother had gotten a new guitar for his 16th birthday and I wanted it – bad.  But of course, it was new and exciting to him too so he disappeared into his bedroom and played it for hours.  Sometimes I watched him and it didn’t seem that hard; push the strings down at one end and strum them on the other.  How tough could that be?

          Life went on and my brother got busy living the life of a popular high school age boy with friends and sports and cars – but his guitar stayed home – with ME.  With his permission, I could use it if I tuned it and put it back away when I was done.  And play it I did.

          When you’re learning to play the guitar it sounds absolutely horrible. It takes time for your fingertips to toughen up and until they do, it’s quite painful.  You have to develop strength in your hands to compress the strings so they ring clearly.  Until then they just produce a dull thud.

          From my brother’s birthday in September that year I played whenever I got the chance.  I played my fingertips off – literally.  I played until my fingers bled and then played more.

          When Christmas morning came that year, we all went out to see what Santa had left for us and I can remember like it was yesterday.  There was a beautiful black guitar case behind the tree with a bow and MY name on it!  I could hardly breathe as I opened it and inside was the most beautiful full size guitar I’d ever seen.  You could just have thrown away any other gifts that year because all I wanted to do was go to my room and play. I kissed my mom and dad profusely and at the first opportunity I found a place to bond with my new beauty.

          I played for anybody that asked.  I played and sang.  I wrote songs; funny songs, happy songs, sad songs, love songs.  Every emotion I felt, I expressed in my music.  And let’s face it; an 11 year-old’s musical pallet is not too sophisticated.  But it was all me.
 

          I was thinking today that the gift of salvation is a bit like that guitar.  The instrument called Salvation is in itself beautiful and it is given by God to us as a free gift.  The potential to enjoy it fully is all there but it must be pulled out of its case and carefully, systematically practiced.  It takes time, knowledge about how it’s supposed to be played, and joyful discipline as something crude and rough at the beginning slowly develops into what the instrument was designed to sound like.

          I have a friend who is a piano teacher and she says, “It’s not ‘Practice makes perfect.’ It’s “Perfect practice makes perfect.’”

          As we grow in love for and knowledge of our blessed Redeemer and we move forward in following His ways more truly each day, we begin to produce the lovely music God intended when he gave us the gift.  Often the process is painful and trying but the music is growing sweeter and more beautiful than we ever could have imagined!  Until one day, when the music that we sought to practice perfectly in our lives will indeed BE perfectly played with all the saints and angels in eternity!

 

          And what a day of rejoicing that will be!!

 


Monday, March 18, 2013

NIKKI THE STUBBORN DOG - and a lesson she taught me.


 

      She was thin as a rail and as pitiful as could be.  She was a blue-tick hound that nobody wanted.  A guy that worked with my husband found her wandering in the mountains.  He guesstimated her to be about a year old.  When my husband saw the picture of her it broke his compassionate heart and he immediately responded by claiming her as our family dog and naming her Nikki.

   We got her home and her shortcomings became immediately apparent.  Because she’d gone without regular feedings she was voracious at her food bowl.  She jammed her face into the food and tossed it back into her throat with violent thrusts of her head.  She didn’t even bother chewing.  Her dog bowl was empty in a matter of seconds.  This behavior never altered for the 15 plus years we had her.

     She was every bit the hound-dog hunter, even in our back yard in the city.  She would lie patiently on the lawn as still as could be and waited for birds to land.  She silently watched as the birds pulled worms or seeds out of the grass and when they got close enough, she pounced.  More often than not, she got her bird and proudly hauled it into the house through her doggie-door.  Her hunting instincts were amazing.

     When we went camping, if she got off a leash or rope, she trailed off into the woods with her nose to the ground tracking whatever creature had left the scent.  I can’t even remember all the small critters she stalked and killed.

     Now you can’t really blame a dog for manifesting the very behaviors they were bred to perform, so all of this, while somewhat irritating, was not the main problem we had with Nikki.

     No, the biggest defect with this dog was her detachment from us.  We think that because she hadn’t really experienced human contact for the first year of her life, she really had no use for us.  She would do whatever tricks we trained her to do in order to get her precious food but other than that rarely came to sit by us or even acknowledge us until the last 5 years of her life.

     It’s wasn’t really a problem for us to have a dog that didn’t absolutely “adore” us.  The problem came that whenever we called her to come or when we gave her an order.  She didn’t even acknowledge any commands.  “Come,” “Sit,” “Roll-Over,” “Down.”  I swear if that dog could speak she would have been telling us to go fly a kite.

     One day we thought it would be fun to drive out to the desert and let her run free for a while to get some exercise.  We got out to the open wilderness, opened up the back of the truck and off she went.  We laughed at her ears flopping behind her and tail wagging as she went crazy with the freedom there.  Then her nose caught a scent and off she went tracking something with steely determination.  What focus!  What single-minded attention in following her own nose.  We marveled at how the happy dog became all business so instantly. 

     And then we noticed something else.  She was wandering - very far from us.  My husband called her, “Nikki.”  No response.  Maybe she couldn’t hear.  He whistled loudly and called her.  “Nikki!”  Nothing.  Now we could only see the tail over the top of the brush.  “Nikki Come!!”  He whistled and clapped his hands a few times.  We were both yelling, clapping, whistling and she was just getting smaller and smaller on the horizon.  He hollered to me, “Get in the truck!  We’ve gotta go get her!  Dumb Dog!!”

     I hopped in and off we went bumping and honking across the desert, tracking this stupid dog who was tracking some stupid animal.

   Anyway, we managed to track her down and get her into the truck but decided she couldn’t be trusted with freedom and needed to be on leash if we went out on adventures ever again.

     Because Nikki had never properly bonded to us, she felt no urgency to listen to our voices.   She had no sense of loyalty or appreciation for the ones who gave her a nice life.  In fact she really could have cared less what we were saying unless it was, “Time to feed the dog.”  Then she was right there to do our bidding.  Her hearing was just fine.  It was her LISTENING that was the problem.

 

     I have a listening problem and probably you do too.  It’s not that I can’t hear what God wants me to do, I just don’t listen to Him sometimes.  It’s that I hear it and keep doing what I want to do.  I hear Him say, “Give so-and-so a call to see how she’s doing.”  And I tell myself, “Let me just  finish what I’m doing and if I remember...”  And I never seem to have time later.   I may be having a conversation with my husband and I hear the Spirit say, “Finish listening and don’t speak words that will discourage him.” And then I say whatever I darn-well please, injuring my husband and our marriage.  I get a call from a believer asking me if I can help out with such and such at church.  Then I hear the Lord say, “Focus in on the few things I want you to do well.”  So I say to my friend who’s calling, “Sure I’ll do it since there’s nobody else to do it.”  And then I neglect the things I KNOW the Lord wants me to do.

     If I stay busy enough, I don’t have to listen when the Spirit speaks.  I can do what I want, when I want.  I’ll be so busy “serving” that people will think I’m awesome.  But I will have NO peace because I’m quenching and grieving the Spirit at every turn in my day-to-day life.  I become like Nikki.  I’ll do the tricks that are necessary to get what I want from God but I can continue along, defiant to God’s voice.  And you know the longer you refuse to listen, the farther you get from His voice; just like Nikki in the desert.  If you get far enough away, you don’t have to hear it anymore.

 

     So what’s the solution? 

 

1.     Be bonded to your Father in Heaven.  James 4:8 Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners; and purify your hearts, you double-minded.

2.     Listen when the Holy Spirit prompts you.  Jesus said in John 16:26 But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all that I said to you.

3.     Don’t quench the Spirit by refusing His direction in your daily life.  1 Thes. 5:19 Do not quench the Holy Spirit.

4.     Abide in Christ’s love.   John 15 says Abide in Me, and I in you.  And further down in the passage He explains, If you keep My commandments you will abide in My love…

5.     When you blow it (and you will) acknowledge and confess it to God and anyone you’ve sinned against.  Without confession, you will NEVER grow in hearing God’s direction in your life.  Psalms 51

  Be gracious to me, O God, according to Your lovingkindness;
According to the greatness of Your compassion blot out my transgressions.
Behold, You desire truth in the innermost being,
And in the hidden part You will make me know wisdom.
Create in me a clean heart, O God,
And renew a steadfast spirit within me.
11 Do not cast me away from Your presence
And do not take Your Holy Spirit from me.
12 Restore to me the joy of Your salvation
And sustain me with a willing spirit.
13 Then I will teach transgressors Your ways,
And sinners will be converted to You.

6.     Moment by moment set your mind on things above.  Col. 3:1-3  If then you have been raised up with Christ keep on seeking the things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God.  Set your mind on things above, not on the things that are on the earth.  For you have died and your life is hidden with Christ in God.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

MY SON - Thoughts on how Mary must have felt.

Thinking back on how it all began, it seems so long ago,
I was so young, just sixteen years.  How quickly by years go.
One night the angel Gabriel spoke words that seemed so odd;
He said I’d conceive and bear a Son, for I had found favor with God.
I was amazed, bewildered and said, “How can this be?”
He said the Holy Spirit would overshadow me.
I said, “Father, I’m so unworthy, just a handmaid of the Lord,
But I’ll obey, yes, let it be according to your Word.”
I don’t know why the Lord chose me, it makes me shiver still;
But even then I knew enough to just obey His will.
 

We had to travel to Bethlehem at the time the child was due.
The night we arrived in the little town the prophecy came true.
The inns were full but we managed to find a stable in which to stay.
So I set clean cloths to make a bed in a troth we filled with hay.
And on that night I bore God’s Son - Oh, what a precious boy!
Already with eyes full of wisdom, He became my deepest joy.
As Jesus grew there never was a time when he was bad.
I never had the problems that the other mothers had.
When I felt discouraged, He always seemed to know.
I knew the time was coming when my Son would have to go,
But I had no way of knowing His impending agony.
Not even in horrible nightmares was my Son - nailed to a tree.

They had no case against Him.  They paid witnesses to lie.
When Pilot offered Him freedom, the crowd screamed for Him to die.
And so they ripped at my Son’s flesh with ruthless whips that tore.
That body I had nurtured, they battered o’re and o’re.
They hated Him and spat and pulled out handfuls of His hair.
But through that wretched torture, He loved all the people there.
See - He knew inside that vicious crowd was never going to win.
And as was written, in three day’s time my Jesus - rose again.
And finally I understood the sacrifice He made.
We’re free from sin; the penalty of death is finally paid!
 

If you my friend have ever had a child of your own,
Perhaps you’ve had an inkling of the pain that I have known.
For you in future ages, whom I have never met,
I beg you to accept my Son for He has paid your debt.
And now He rules from heaven and we His glory share.
My friend, accept His precious gift -
We’d love to see you there!

Thursday, November 8, 2012

RECOGNIZING THE DANGER

I was out on my walk this morning enjoying the fall colors here in the mountains.  Occasionally, I stopped to take a picture with my camera-phone.
Glorious, Gorgeous, Magnificant artwork by my wonderful Creator!  He didn't create in black and white.  He didn't make food all one flavor.  He added fragrance and breezes.  He went abundantly beyond the "necessary" and lavished His creation with delicious, wonderful pleasures! 
As I saw these colorful trees and bushes, I was thinking that maybe we could plant some of these varieties within eyeshot of our living room windows - like the trees we have already aren't enough!?!
I came across this one and wondered, if I break off some clippings maybe they'll take root in water so we could plant them in the spring.


As I came close to choose a cluster to take home, I noticed that they had leaves of three.  That means one thing up here.  It's poison oak.  The plants that I recognize so easily in the spring and summer became deceptively beautiful in the fall; so much so that I nearly wanted them for my home.
My husband spends much of the spring trying to kill off any of this stuff that grows where our grandchildren might play or hike,  He sprays it and hacks at it and burns it - and here I am, going out and bringing it home!
How very much like sin!!
What we recognize clearly and reject in one season of our lives suddenly becomes attractive to us in another when we aren't preceptive enough to recognize its latest new presentation.
Knowing the shape of the leaf this morning saved me from a whole lot of grief and aggravation.
Knowing the deceptive nature of sin (and the one who tempts us) will help us recognize it's appearance in all its forms.  This knowledge or skill is developed by prayerfully renewing our minds in the Word and practicing restraint when the bait is dangled in front of us.
Hebrews 3:12-14
Take care, brethren, that there not be in any one of you an evil, unbelieving heart that falls away from the living God.  But encourage one another day after day, as long as it is still called “Today,” so that none of you will be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin.  For we have become partakers of Christ, if we hold fast the beginning of our assurance firm until the end


Thursday, October 4, 2012

I AM EVE - Seeing myself in the women I've come to know in the Bible

 
 
I Am Eve

I am Eve:  I defy the One Who created me.  I choose to do the very things that separate me from living in oneness with Him.
I am Rahab:  I seek satisfaction in things and people that bring no fulfillment.
I am Bathsheba:  Breaking my promises.
I am Sarai:  I have trouble believing that God can keep his promises.
I am Naomi:  Feeling at times abandoned.
I am Ruth: Seeing that there is one true God and He is to be followed no matter what the cost.
I am Esther:  Pleading before my Heavenly Father’s throne for strength and guidance when my actions will impact others.
I am Sarah:  Following my husband to a new land knowing God has a wonderful, but unknown plan for us there.
I am Mary:  Astonished that God chose me to be a vessel through which He would do His work.
I am Martha:  Getting distracted with all the busy activities and missing what really matters.
I am Sally:  Lost, Blind, Found, Saved, Doubting, Struggling, Faithless, Faithful, Prayerless, Prayerful, Astonished, Distracted, Transformed, Hopeful, Growing, God’s Woman – Eternally!

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

LIKE A TREE FIRMLY PLANTED

 
LIKE A TREE
 
My husband and I just had a wonderful vacation in Costa Rica!  It was so relaxing.  We did NOTHING adventurous.  We checked into a lovely resort and didn't tour any farther than our feet could carry us.  We walked into the nearby village and ate lots of (too much) wonderful food.
We took long walks on a gorgeous almost empty beach with aqua blue ocean waves crashing on the white sand. 
On one of our walks we saw this amazing tree clinging precariously to a cliff.
 

 
It's roots have become wooded tenacles stretching, reaching, pushing into every possible crack and crevice in order to survive without succumbing to gravity's pressure to bring it down.
 
How different is the tree described in Psalm 1
How blessed is the man... (whose) delight is in the law of the Lord.  He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water...Its leaf does not wither; and in whatever he does, he propers.
 
What am I delighting in?  Am I craving the delicious warmth of my sweet Savior's presence?  Am I comforted and rejoicing in peace with the One who loves me so?
 
Well, maybe ... Sometimes I am.
But I want to more.
 
 

 
 
 


Wednesday, June 20, 2012

THE (not-so) GREAT WALL OF COARSEGOLD - a cautionary tale


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In a little town down the mountain from us, a retired couple bought a lot on a hill to build their dream.  They thought if they could spend all their retirement savings and build a storage facility it would bring them good income for the rest of their lives.  Of course the county made their dream more difficult because they would be required to build a huge retaining wall to assure the business below them no danger of landslides.  So they did what was necessary to make their dreams happen.


That was ten or eleven years ago.  Now the wall is crumbling away, it started buckling at the base and eventually it has become an unsightly nightmare.  A small wall of cement rails keep auto & foot traffic away from imminent danger of being crushed by it.  Twisted rebar and crushed cinderblock protrude from the base like some kind of disemboweled dinosaur.  A few years ago they began to cover it with plastic in hopes that slowing the rain erosion might prevent  the destruction.  Instead, plastic sheeting is being shredded as the falling block rips and tears at it.

How much like this is a person whose intent and purpose is to build all their hopes and dreams on anything less than a foundation with eternal solidity.  You work, scrimp and save to build a dream.  You pour your blood, sweat and tears into designing it and you give shape to the structure of your imagination.  The only problem is, it’s being constructed on the weakest, most vulnerable of undergirdings. 

The God Who created us, designed a rock-solid foundation for a life to be built upon.  He could have no friendship with sinful man so he became sinless man to bear the cost for that sin.  He invites the lost, the blind, the dying to build where our structure will stand, unharmed by the wind, floods and earthquakes of life.

Why do people not understand this?  I simply don’t understand what is SO great about a life that is destined to end up like the Great Wall of Coarsegold? 

Whenever we drive through that little town, it reminds me to pray for those who don’t understand; the lost, the defiant, the confused, the rebellious.

Oh Father, please open their eyes!  And please use me in any way that might help!
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Matthew 7:24 – 27  “Therefore everyone who hears these words of Mine and acts on them, may be compared to a wise man who built his house on the rock. 25 And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and yet it did not fall, for it had been founded on the rock. 26 Everyone who hears these words of Mine and does not act on them, will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. 27 The rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and it fell—and great was its fall.”

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

I SURRENDER ALL - with a new bridge and chord arrangement



Click https://valleybible.net/MusicMinistry/Music/Audio/ISurrenderAll.mp3 
to hear us singing it at Valley Bible Church



All to Jesus I surrender, All to Him I freely give
I will ever love and trust Him, In His presence daily live.


I surrender all, I surrender all

All to Thee my blessed Savior,
I surrender all

All to Jesus I surrender, Humbly at His feet I bow
Worldly pleasures all forsaken;
take me Jesus, take me now.

All to Jesus I surrender, Make me Savior wholly Thine.
Let me feel the Holy Spirit, Truly know that Thou art mine.
Is there anything I wouldn't do, if You asked me to?
Is there anyplace I wouldn't go? Tell me if it's so.



All to Jesus I surrender, Lord, I give myself to Thee;Fill me with Thy love and power, Let Thy blessing fall on me.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

I MET WITH YOU - Rejoicing in the privilege of casting all my cares on HIM!


I met with You alone in wakeful hours last night

Just a bit discouraged at my unworthy fight

Again as ever always You welled up deep within

My heart laid bare before You and You forgave again



I met with You this morning; came to worship with the saints

The children sang Your praises in full voice without restraints

They wriggled, danced and lifted hands in such abandoned way

It nearly broke my heart in two to hear you loved that way



I met with You today as my shepherd taught Your Word

He faithfully etched into me the truths I read and heard

Unfolding wondrous mysteries; enlightening corners dark

The hating world - the loving Lord; the contrast ever stark



I met with You this afternoon while praying for those I love

A growing peace seemed to increase I’m so unworthy of

The lost, the sick, the weak, the blind weigh heavy on my heart

Your yoke is easy; weight is light if shared right from the start



I’ll meet with You this evening when day turns into night

Prepare a meal, relax and heal but always keeping sight

Of why I love to live a life that’s set on honoring You

For late last night I feared the fight.  I’m glad I met with You!

Thursday, May 17, 2012

TWIST FOR EASE - Reinterpreting Scripture to make life easier :)






We are twist for ease if you please
We are twist for ease if you don’t please
Scripture twisting is a lot of fun to do
Makes life easier for me, for you


Do you see the part that says serve with whole heart?

Serving others is so hard, can't be my part

To learn to serve, I serve myself, yes, this will do

Serving me comes first, then perhaps some for you


Oh, observe the words "wives, submit to husbands"

This submit must be for wives who are very dumb

I am smart so when he's right I will obey

When he's wrong will be wise and choose my way


Do you read the Bible says to give at church?

Leaves no money when I want more pants and shirts

What to do I wring my hands, oh what the heck

If some is left after I shop, I write the check