Another great story comes from 2 Kings 4:43-44. Just prior to these verses, the narrative says that the prophet Elisha was meeting with a company of prophets. Must have been a prophets conference. Apparently meals were included in this conference because Elisha was called upon in verse 41 to correct the ingredients in the stew they were having for one of the meals.
In verse 42, the narrative says that twenty loaves of barley bread, along with some heads of new grain were donated for one of the meals. His servant asked, however, "How can I set this before a hundred men?". (apparently the meat & cheese for sandwiches was not donated) Elisha answered, "Give it to the people to eat. For this is what the Lord says: 'They will eat and have some left over.'" The narrative ends this story by saying the they ate and had some left over.
And you thought that Jesus was the first one who fed people without there being sufficient food when the meal started... Here is a wonderful response to a need, and one that didn't require anyone to panic, or try to "fix" the situation. While I realize that this was Elisha, one of the greatest men in the Old Testament, we're talking about here, I don't think this story is here just for us to read and think about how great Elisha was. I believe that it is another reminder that God can provide in ways that do not even occur to us. You may be in the middle of a seemingly unsolvable problem. You have exhausted yourself thinking about a way to "fix" it. You've even helped God along in the process by thinking of ways He could solve the problem for you. It's time to rest, and let God be God.
I have a situation like that right now. It even has a time limit attached to it. I am really trying to trust God in this. Any fix that I have come up with will ultimately hurt us, so I have determined I am not going to "fix" this. Oh God, be God in this situation and do the same for readers of this blog that desperately need to trust You today. Help us to stop fixing and start trusting. Amen.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Wouldn't You Like This Recipe
Last Friday my "read the Bible in a year" reading was from 1st Kings 19:1-21. Elijah was running from Ahab and Jezebel. In verse 4, Elijah came to a broom tree, sat down under it and prayed that he might die. "I have had enough, Lord," he said. "Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors" Then he lay down under the tree and fell asleep. Have you ever felt like that? Sometimes going to heaven early seems like a wonderful alternative to dealing with all the issues that seem to come in waves, at times.
But going on, All at once an angel touched him and said, "Get up and eat." He looked around, and there by his head was a cake of bread baked over hot coals, and a jar of water. He ate and drank and then lay down again. The angel of the Lord came back a second time and touched him and said, "Get up and eat, for the journey is too much for you." So he got up and ate and drank. Strengthened by that food, he traveled forty days and forty nights until he reached Horeb, the mountain of God. What a great response by God to Elijah's request. Instead of taking his life, like Elijah had asked, God prepares a meal for him that gives him strength for a forty day journey. The scriptures do not mention that Elijah stopped to eat, or rest, but traveled non-stop until he reached Horeb. Boy, would I like to have that recipe. That is the "bread of breads". And speaking of the ultimate "bottled water".
At the height of our frustration, at the point of our giving up, God can move in with an answer and direction that we could not even envision. Elijah wanted to die, God had a grander plan. Elijah would have given up, but when God directed Him to Horeb, Eliajh experienced God's glory. Oh Lord, in the midst of my frustration and panic, help me to hear Your voice. Help me hear Your plan, O God, let me experience Your glory.
But going on, All at once an angel touched him and said, "Get up and eat." He looked around, and there by his head was a cake of bread baked over hot coals, and a jar of water. He ate and drank and then lay down again. The angel of the Lord came back a second time and touched him and said, "Get up and eat, for the journey is too much for you." So he got up and ate and drank. Strengthened by that food, he traveled forty days and forty nights until he reached Horeb, the mountain of God. What a great response by God to Elijah's request. Instead of taking his life, like Elijah had asked, God prepares a meal for him that gives him strength for a forty day journey. The scriptures do not mention that Elijah stopped to eat, or rest, but traveled non-stop until he reached Horeb. Boy, would I like to have that recipe. That is the "bread of breads". And speaking of the ultimate "bottled water".
At the height of our frustration, at the point of our giving up, God can move in with an answer and direction that we could not even envision. Elijah wanted to die, God had a grander plan. Elijah would have given up, but when God directed Him to Horeb, Eliajh experienced God's glory. Oh Lord, in the midst of my frustration and panic, help me to hear Your voice. Help me hear Your plan, O God, let me experience Your glory.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Happy Father's Day, Dad
Today is Father's Day. Special lunch, cards, gifts, then on to the 4th of July. Sometimes it seems like special days are just interruptions in our daily routine of living life. However, on a day like today, it is good to pause and thank God for our father's and all that they have contributed to our lives.
Most of what my father has taught me has been by example. I learned by observing him living life like it is supposed to be lived, with a little verbal instruction thrown in every once in a while. And, occasionally a little physical instruction that made an impact on my backside as well as in my thinking. I've written before about life lessons that I live out today and have tried to teach my own children. For instance, when my dad taught me how to care for our yard, the last thing you did was sweep the street. That made the yard look finished, and the job complete. Today, I can't mow our lawn and trim without that last step. The greater life lesson was "complete the job, finish the task."
To this day, my 90 year old father looks sharp, hair neat and combed, moustache trimmed. My children always got a kick out of picking my parents up at the airport when they came for a visit because my father always had a shirt and tie and/or a jacket on. They'd ask, "why is grandpa all dressed up?" The life lesson is always look your best, you'll feel better about yourself and people around you will treat you with respect. It just takes a few extra minutes to be the best you can be.
I remember as a child going to an older lady's house nearly every Saturday morning with my dad. He would chop kindling for her wood burning stove. He would make sure she had enough kindling and wood for a week. I never saw him get any pay for that. She wasn't a relative, and to my knowledge, when she passed away, he never received a thank you from any of her relatives. He simply saw a need and filled it. That has been a huge life lesson.
My dad served in WWII, proudly serving his country, and then came home and lived a productive life, raising a family and serving God. I am so thankful for his legacy and teaching. Now for 34 years its been my turn to be a father. Thanks dad for all the instruction, example, and love. Happy Father's Day! I love you.
Most of what my father has taught me has been by example. I learned by observing him living life like it is supposed to be lived, with a little verbal instruction thrown in every once in a while. And, occasionally a little physical instruction that made an impact on my backside as well as in my thinking. I've written before about life lessons that I live out today and have tried to teach my own children. For instance, when my dad taught me how to care for our yard, the last thing you did was sweep the street. That made the yard look finished, and the job complete. Today, I can't mow our lawn and trim without that last step. The greater life lesson was "complete the job, finish the task."
To this day, my 90 year old father looks sharp, hair neat and combed, moustache trimmed. My children always got a kick out of picking my parents up at the airport when they came for a visit because my father always had a shirt and tie and/or a jacket on. They'd ask, "why is grandpa all dressed up?" The life lesson is always look your best, you'll feel better about yourself and people around you will treat you with respect. It just takes a few extra minutes to be the best you can be.
I remember as a child going to an older lady's house nearly every Saturday morning with my dad. He would chop kindling for her wood burning stove. He would make sure she had enough kindling and wood for a week. I never saw him get any pay for that. She wasn't a relative, and to my knowledge, when she passed away, he never received a thank you from any of her relatives. He simply saw a need and filled it. That has been a huge life lesson.
My dad served in WWII, proudly serving his country, and then came home and lived a productive life, raising a family and serving God. I am so thankful for his legacy and teaching. Now for 34 years its been my turn to be a father. Thanks dad for all the instruction, example, and love. Happy Father's Day! I love you.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Yearning For the Glory of God
The definition of yearning is "a deep longing, especially when accompanied by tenderness or sadness."
I have had the privilege of experiencing the glory of God a couple of times in two churches that we've worked in. The first was in central California in the early 70s. For a period of months there was a wonderful sense of God's presence every time we met. People were saved, baptized in the Holy Spirit, healed and transformed. Interestedly, even though we had prayed for this move of God, after a few months it quietly changed. I wonder if God thought we had experienced everything He had intended for us?
The second time was a church we served in Grand Junction, Colorado in the mid 90s. This was at the height of the revival in Pensacola, Florida. Our pastor and several people from the church attended the revival and on their return, a several week move of God began in our church. Sadly, there was so much opposition to what our pastor wanted to see happen, it eventually resulted in him leaving the pastorate of the church. In spite of the opposition, again, peoples lives were changed, people met God in wonderful ways and people met God for the first time. I regret that I did not get a chance to attend any of the Pensacola services. I have always been hungry for a glimpse of the glory of God. There have been times in my life where I know I have seen a bit of His glory, and heard from him directly, but never in a consistent manner.
18 months ago there was a revival going on in Lakeland, Florida. I had almost made up my mind to make a trip there when it was discovered that the evangelist in charge of the revival had made some poor choices and needed to step out of the ministry for a time. Why is it that when it appears like God is allowing up to glimpse His glory, weird and crazy stuff begins to happen? I think the answer is that our battle is not with "flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the rulers of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavens." I also realize that notoriety of any kind brings pride and a headiness that is hard to resist. Another element is that I think people get so deperate to catch a glimpse of God's glory that humaness gets in the way and funny things get manufactured.
With all that said, I still have a yearning to know the glory of God. Sometimes I am sad that I am not more diligent in seeking God's face. "Oh Lord, help me dream dreams, see visions, be aware of Your glory. Help me to seek Your face. I want to know You."
I have had the privilege of experiencing the glory of God a couple of times in two churches that we've worked in. The first was in central California in the early 70s. For a period of months there was a wonderful sense of God's presence every time we met. People were saved, baptized in the Holy Spirit, healed and transformed. Interestedly, even though we had prayed for this move of God, after a few months it quietly changed. I wonder if God thought we had experienced everything He had intended for us?
The second time was a church we served in Grand Junction, Colorado in the mid 90s. This was at the height of the revival in Pensacola, Florida. Our pastor and several people from the church attended the revival and on their return, a several week move of God began in our church. Sadly, there was so much opposition to what our pastor wanted to see happen, it eventually resulted in him leaving the pastorate of the church. In spite of the opposition, again, peoples lives were changed, people met God in wonderful ways and people met God for the first time. I regret that I did not get a chance to attend any of the Pensacola services. I have always been hungry for a glimpse of the glory of God. There have been times in my life where I know I have seen a bit of His glory, and heard from him directly, but never in a consistent manner.
18 months ago there was a revival going on in Lakeland, Florida. I had almost made up my mind to make a trip there when it was discovered that the evangelist in charge of the revival had made some poor choices and needed to step out of the ministry for a time. Why is it that when it appears like God is allowing up to glimpse His glory, weird and crazy stuff begins to happen? I think the answer is that our battle is not with "flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the rulers of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavens." I also realize that notoriety of any kind brings pride and a headiness that is hard to resist. Another element is that I think people get so deperate to catch a glimpse of God's glory that humaness gets in the way and funny things get manufactured.
With all that said, I still have a yearning to know the glory of God. Sometimes I am sad that I am not more diligent in seeking God's face. "Oh Lord, help me dream dreams, see visions, be aware of Your glory. Help me to seek Your face. I want to know You."
Friday, June 11, 2010
Writing A Blog Is An Interesting Process
I wrote my first blog post on February 26, 2008. We had just returned from a building project in Mexico and had taken a few hours to visit an orphanage just outside of Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico. Since I can speak Spanish, I spent some time speaking with the founder of the orphanage, Hermana (sister) Josphina. Since Hermana Josephina only speaks Spanish, it was a priceless opportunity to spend time talking with her because none of our group was fluent in Spanish. I posted a picture of us talking that someone took that afternoon.
Today's blog, June 11, 2010, is number 143. I have written on all kinds of topics. I've told you about my family, our church, spiritual issues, political issues, great moments in my life and not so great times. As you have read my writing, you have discovered my spiritual values, my political leanings, my biases and likes and dislikes. It has been interesting to hear your feedback and the enjoyment many of you have received from reading about childhood memories. Many of my core values were formed by my parents who taught me by having conversations with me, and sometimes more importantly, living lives that clearly demonstrated values that are part of me today.
One of the posts that has been the most fun was when I told you that I had lost my chili pepper connection. I posted a picture of the jar. Within a couple of days I had a gift bag of peppers on my desk. This was followed by a case of peppers from the Choir at our church, and then by others of you who found the peppers in several stores in the St. Louis metro area. Since that post, I have never had to by another jar of Embasa guerito peppers. It also told me that a lot of people read my blog.
Lately, I have felt a prompting of the Holy Spirit to write blogs that are helpful to people caught in the uncertainty of the age we live in. I am caught in this uncertainty. We live in an amazing age, with advances in technology at an all time high. And yet, no one seems happy. Well, that will be a blog topic.
If you are a regular reader, thanks for reading. I hope to keep writing things that will keep bringing you back. Blessings...
Today's blog, June 11, 2010, is number 143. I have written on all kinds of topics. I've told you about my family, our church, spiritual issues, political issues, great moments in my life and not so great times. As you have read my writing, you have discovered my spiritual values, my political leanings, my biases and likes and dislikes. It has been interesting to hear your feedback and the enjoyment many of you have received from reading about childhood memories. Many of my core values were formed by my parents who taught me by having conversations with me, and sometimes more importantly, living lives that clearly demonstrated values that are part of me today.
One of the posts that has been the most fun was when I told you that I had lost my chili pepper connection. I posted a picture of the jar. Within a couple of days I had a gift bag of peppers on my desk. This was followed by a case of peppers from the Choir at our church, and then by others of you who found the peppers in several stores in the St. Louis metro area. Since that post, I have never had to by another jar of Embasa guerito peppers. It also told me that a lot of people read my blog.
Lately, I have felt a prompting of the Holy Spirit to write blogs that are helpful to people caught in the uncertainty of the age we live in. I am caught in this uncertainty. We live in an amazing age, with advances in technology at an all time high. And yet, no one seems happy. Well, that will be a blog topic.
If you are a regular reader, thanks for reading. I hope to keep writing things that will keep bringing you back. Blessings...
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
Well, actually it isn't...I just needed a good title. Actually, though, if the lightning bugs would line up in a straight line, it might look like mini-lights outside.
I've been listening to new Christmas music for a couple of weeks. Last night I had a Christmas listening marathon, listening to musicals and individual songs. I spent some time thinking about presenting the timeless story this year again with our Choir, Orchestra, ensembles and drama group. As I read the lyrics of many of these songs, it reminded me again of the wonderful story of Christ's coming that never gets old. When you take some time to meditate on the story, I think the Holy Spirit gives us some insight that makes the story even more personal.
For instance, have you wondered about the task that the angel Gabriel had to carry out? He made the announcement to Mary about the baby that was going to be born by her. Can you imagine his confusion when he thought about his Lord, so vast that the universe could not contain Him, but now small enough to fit in a womb. Hands that formed the universe would now be tiny and almost useless. The creator of language that would have to be taught the words to communicate with His parents. Did Mary know she would be feeding the King of Kings and Lord of Lords? (I wonder if He ever threw cereal on the floor) Do you think Gabriel paced around in indecision as he pondered the message he was to deliver about someone he knew so differently?
I imagine that Gabriel was always fairly close to Jesus as he grew up. Protecting him, watching for danger, making sure that Jesus was well cared for. He may not have totally understood the plan, but he did know the Savior. I imagine that many times a day, perhaps under his breath, Gabriel could be heard singing the words, "Glory to God in the highest."
Enough thinking, back to the next song. I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas.
I've been listening to new Christmas music for a couple of weeks. Last night I had a Christmas listening marathon, listening to musicals and individual songs. I spent some time thinking about presenting the timeless story this year again with our Choir, Orchestra, ensembles and drama group. As I read the lyrics of many of these songs, it reminded me again of the wonderful story of Christ's coming that never gets old. When you take some time to meditate on the story, I think the Holy Spirit gives us some insight that makes the story even more personal.
For instance, have you wondered about the task that the angel Gabriel had to carry out? He made the announcement to Mary about the baby that was going to be born by her. Can you imagine his confusion when he thought about his Lord, so vast that the universe could not contain Him, but now small enough to fit in a womb. Hands that formed the universe would now be tiny and almost useless. The creator of language that would have to be taught the words to communicate with His parents. Did Mary know she would be feeding the King of Kings and Lord of Lords? (I wonder if He ever threw cereal on the floor) Do you think Gabriel paced around in indecision as he pondered the message he was to deliver about someone he knew so differently?
I imagine that Gabriel was always fairly close to Jesus as he grew up. Protecting him, watching for danger, making sure that Jesus was well cared for. He may not have totally understood the plan, but he did know the Savior. I imagine that many times a day, perhaps under his breath, Gabriel could be heard singing the words, "Glory to God in the highest."
Enough thinking, back to the next song. I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
God's Incredible Creation
I am constantly amazed at God's creation. Creation that goes on despite any input from us. Creation that has been in existence from the beginning of time, and will go throughout eternity. The picture on the left is of a plant in the lily family that the former owners of our house planted. It comes up every year, just like clockwork. This year it has four beautiful blooms. Some years it has only had one. I purchased some caladium bulbs this year and planted them in various places. They are the ugliest bulbs you can imagine, but they come up in such a unique way. First a shoot comes up, it thickens and then begins to open. The caladium leaves in the picture have only been open this way for about three days. I have several others in various stages of opening, each one so different. Do you suppose that God took the time to design each plant, each flower, each vegetable? Do you think that the "days" of creation were actually longer time periods in which God took the time to design everything we see in a unique way?For quite a while, the wallpaper on my work computer has been the Sombrero galaxy. Google "Hubble telescope" and search their site for a picture of it. It is a phenomenal example of one of God's huge creations.
So here we are, just a "vapor" in the span of time. Preoccupied with the economy, our jobs, raising our families, worried about the future, and on and on. And yet in my yard I have a wonderful example of God's word when He said in Matthew 6:28, "And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin". The beautiful lily you see above is just there, pointing me to God and His infinite resources, His wonderful presence and His unqualified love for me. Maybe before I check my checking account balance tonight I'll go out and have another look at that lily.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
A Wonderful Privilege
Majesty, Majesty. Your grace has found me just as I am. Empty handed but alive in Your hands. Majesty, Majesty. Forever I am changed by Your love, in the presence of Your Majesty, Majesty.
I love to lead and play this Michael W. Smith version of the song Majesty. It has a great melody line and beautiful chords. I have the wonderful privilege to be a worship leader, and a piano player. Sometimes I think I can worship better as a pianist than a singer. I am a mediocre singer, at best, but I am so grateful for the gift of playing the piano. For those of you who are not musicians, there are different ways of playing an instrument, and proficiency has nothing to do with it. Some musicians never get beyond the mechanical technique of playing. Others can only play with music in front of them and are limited to what the printed music allows them to play. I believe God gave me the gift of interpreting the printed music in a creative way that expresses worship in both a very personal way as well as shared with an entire congregation. One of the absolute joys of the past eight years has been to creatively worship with my friend, Jonathan Gathman. He is one of most creative musicians I have ever known. At times, the blending of his improvising on his cello and my piano playing would surprise us. There were times when we were playing for the prayer time at the conclusion of our Sunday evening service, that we would be stunned by the music that we produced. I really believe that the Holy Spirit anointed us in a manner that produced music that was beyond our ability to arrange or devise on our own. Sadly, that service doesn't exist anymore, so that opportunity does not exist any longer.
Worshipping God in playing is such a wonderful privilege. Thank you, Lord, for parents who sacrificed to give me piano lessons. Thank you as well for a teacher who taught me to improvise early on in my learning to play. Thank you West County Assembly of God for the opportunity to let me lead you in worship, and to play for you, and Him.
I love to lead and play this Michael W. Smith version of the song Majesty. It has a great melody line and beautiful chords. I have the wonderful privilege to be a worship leader, and a piano player. Sometimes I think I can worship better as a pianist than a singer. I am a mediocre singer, at best, but I am so grateful for the gift of playing the piano. For those of you who are not musicians, there are different ways of playing an instrument, and proficiency has nothing to do with it. Some musicians never get beyond the mechanical technique of playing. Others can only play with music in front of them and are limited to what the printed music allows them to play. I believe God gave me the gift of interpreting the printed music in a creative way that expresses worship in both a very personal way as well as shared with an entire congregation. One of the absolute joys of the past eight years has been to creatively worship with my friend, Jonathan Gathman. He is one of most creative musicians I have ever known. At times, the blending of his improvising on his cello and my piano playing would surprise us. There were times when we were playing for the prayer time at the conclusion of our Sunday evening service, that we would be stunned by the music that we produced. I really believe that the Holy Spirit anointed us in a manner that produced music that was beyond our ability to arrange or devise on our own. Sadly, that service doesn't exist anymore, so that opportunity does not exist any longer.
Worshipping God in playing is such a wonderful privilege. Thank you, Lord, for parents who sacrificed to give me piano lessons. Thank you as well for a teacher who taught me to improvise early on in my learning to play. Thank you West County Assembly of God for the opportunity to let me lead you in worship, and to play for you, and Him.
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