reprise

Last week I posted a blog about a high school employee in Florida who felt “attacked” by a Bible verse written on someone else’s assigned parking place at school. It would seem that how I explained my point was offensive to at least one reader who misunderstood my reaction to the story and was chagrined that I was somehow happy that something bad had happened to another person. Consequently, I removed that post. Since then, I’ve spent a lot of time considering how to make my point more clear. So… here’s my second try:

 I can’t help but wonder why words from I Corinthians posted on a parking place were so very perilous for this woman. This verse isn’t judgmental, it isn’t militant, it isn’t a call to action.  It is simply an “I” statement of fact for believers. “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”   

Let’s propose a different scenario:  Let’s say that the person assigned that school parking place, instead of posting that verse posted something else: Namaste.  Black Lives Matter. My Body, My Choice. F*** You.  I wonder if any of these would have triggered that same woman in the same way. Would she have complained or felt unsafe as a result? Would she have felt attacked?  I wonder.  We are constantly barraged with slogans– spray painted on walls, on protest signs, on bumper stickers, on t-shirts. Most people simply read them and pass on by. I do. Each of the above possible slogans has a degree of offense to me attached to it, yet they don’t beset me or make me unsafe.  The question then, is what is it about this sentence that assailed this woman?

The answer to me is easy, and it is reassuring.  Let me explain.  Easy: it’s clear to me that these words are powerful because they are GOD’S WORDS. They come from the Creator of the Universe. The Bible itself has a ton of verses that claim and explain this power:  2 Timothy 3:16 says that “All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.”  So there – right there is the explanation of why a verse written on pavement can produce a powerful response. Those are words from God, words that have a function and use. Hebrews 4:12 continues the story by telling us,  “For the word of God is alive and powerful. It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword, cutting between soul and spirit, between joint and marrow. It exposes our innermost thoughts and desires.”  Whoa!  Here’s the explanation of why the woman responded as she did – the words touched her.  The words touch us deep inside. The words convict us and encourage us to consider and hopefully acknowledge the sovereignty of our LIVING GOD.

Which brings me to why I am reassured: The fact that she experienced a strong reaction to some spray paint on asphalt is clear proof to me that Hebrews is right in asserting that “the word of God is alive”, and by extension, it is proof to me that I serve a LIVING GOD who is continually active and desiring a relationship with us, even in today’s wicked world.

So, finally, my ultimate point: John 3:16 tells us that God loved the world so much that he gave us Jesus to take on and pay for our sin – giving us a reason to live the earthly life we have and giving us a hope for an eternal future. It seems obvious that God’s desire is for us, all of us, to trust Him and be saved.  One of the ways that He accomplishes that is with His word. 

Back to the lady in Florida.  In fact, yes, I am happy that she felt attacked by a Bible verse written on a parking space because I do not think that what she felt is a bad thing.  Being convicted – God seeking her, and her being touched by the word of God – is never a bad thing, and it gives her the opportunity to react to God’s word and God Himself. My hope and my prayer for her is that she will investigate her inner feelings and explore her reaction and that that journey will bring her to Him. 

“For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes, to the Jew first and also to the Greek.” Romans 1:16 

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The Power of the Word of God

The blog I posted here on Monday was badly said and didn’t convey what I wanted to say. I was trying, albeit not as eloquently as I’d like, to celebrate that words written two thousand plus years ago can still rouse something in us to, hopefully, lead us all to the Truth.

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First Pres Women’s luncheon November 11

Thank you to the First Presbyterian Women for inviting me to your luncheon yesterday! Lunch was terrific, and I enjoyed very much meeting you all and sharing a bit about writing and Wyoming history!
Thank you Brandy Selfridge for helping me.

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And the story continues…

Just released!!!

     Just days after the armistice ending World War 1 is signed in 1919, a telegram arrives that demands action.  Leaving England, her career as a surgical nurse, and the fragments of a cracked heart behind, Emmaline Monroe returns to southern Wyoming to make peace with her dying father and her old life while also carving out a new future for herself and her six-year-old adopted daughter, Solange.

     Doctor Graham Harris’ well-conceived plans after the war fall apart with one misdirected letter. Holding on to the hope that it’s not too late, Graham embarks on a journey to recapture his dreams with little thought about the cost or sacrifice it will require.

     As a servant to the baron and baroness of Grey Rocks in northern England, Martin Blakely’s days had always been predictable and orderly.  When he is asked to accompany the baron’s son, Graham, on a life changing, headlong race to America, Martin’s world expands into a kaleidoscope of opportunities and choices he’d never imagined. 

The challenge for them all will be to learn to embrace the blessings they are offered.

In this welcome sequel to her novel Questioning Grace, author donna coulson takes us on an adventure through history and heart, exploring the changes and challenges life in Wyoming in 1919.

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Love isn’t always warm and fuzzy

 Yesterday the sermon at church was centered on I John 4:11-16.  John is talking specifically to believers and discussing how believers should live and treat other believers. To me, verse 11 is the crux of the matter here: “Since God so loved us, we aught to love one another.” Something our pastor said really resonated with me and that’s this – Since we love and serve an invisible God, all other believers and non-believers can see is God in us.  God becomes visible in the world by how we love others.  I need to read that idea over and over and think about it.  God only becomes visible when I show Him to others and the world through love.

That’s a heady responsibility, and one that believers through the years have both triumphed with but also failed miserably on.  Pastor used an example of the Matthew 18 principle to illustrate this.  He made the point that Matthew 18 was not intended to be a legalistic protocol for kicking people out of the church, but a series of helps to confront someone who has gotten off track and restore them to God’s righteousness and the church.  I absolutely agree. We must be vigilant to keep ourselves and the church aiming in the right direction and also careful not to ‘sweat the small stuff’.

When believers disagree, love needs to be the driving force, GOD’S love in us and through us, needs to be the driving force to a solution. Scripture needs to be searched, hearts opened, and TRUTH spoken. Love is required. It’s so important, though, to realize that sometimes love is hard.  Love speaks difficult truths.  Love isn’t always nice.  The perfect example, of course, is Jesus.  During His last week as a human, Jesus makes God visible to so many people by healing, by teaching, by explaining. He spoke hard Truth softly and with love. But look carefully.  He doesn’t make nice all the time, though He never stops loving…He turns over temple tables, He curses a fig tree for being unfruitful, He calls the Pharisees who try to trap Him about taxes “Hypocrites.”

Wait, what?  It isn’t loving or kind to call someone names.  How can it be that our Perfect Example tells us to love others but then He Himself calls another someone a hypocrite (or a brood of vipers, or snakes, or blind guides or blind fools)?

The reality is that Satan perverts our call to love by asserting that love demands tolerance and acceptance at all costs – even at the cost of Truth. Satan wants Christians to forget Jesus’ actions that don’t sit easily under the heading of ‘nice’. The devil wants us to pervert God’s righteousness by accepting false teachings and sinful acts and calling it love. Where the rubber meets the road is speaking Truth in love and not amending Truth to include everyone’s sin.

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Understanding the Situation

Years ago I bought a Hallmark card that I thought was funny in its lighthearted treatment of life’s troubles.  The front of the card has a fluffy little kitten sitting happily and seemingly unaware of a huge, spike-collared, big-fanged dog right behind her.  Other cats are running desperately for safety while she sits content.  The front of the card says, “If you are calm and collected while others are losing their heads…” On the inside the sentence continues, “maybe you don’t understand the situation.”

As an accomplished worrier, I have spent years laughing at the silliness of that smiling feline as I identified with the scaredy cats who obviously were smarter and more aware. In my mind, that happy kitty was ridiculous in her ignorance. 

Fast forward to now.  Karl and I have been doing a Bible study on Ephesians.  Something new has begun to emerge for me in this study. Three verses from Ephesians have spoken to my heart and prompted me to begin seeing things another way:

(2:14) For [Jesus] himself is our peace.

(4:1b) I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received.

(6:13b) So that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground.

Let me explain:  If Jesus is my peace, then I can sit comfortably at His feet and not worry.  He has my back as well as my heart.  Because of this peace, then, I can walk, gratefully and humbly, each day and do what I’m called to do with the reassurance that when hard times happen or I encounter evil, I will be equipped to deal with it.

With this new outlook, my funny greeting card came to mind and I saw it with an entirely different perspective.  Today, I look at that happy, contented, and peaceful cat and think she knows it all.  She’s secure in the knowledge that Someone fierce and mighty has her back.  Because she is safe in His vigilant care, she can look out at her world with a smile and with hope, sitting in confidence and joy.

It occurs to me that this card needs a new punch line, one that reflects what Paul is trying to teach us in Ephesians and one that my heart, tired of a lifetime of useless worry is trying to grasp: “If you are calm and collected while others are losing their heads…. Maybe you finally understand the True situation.”

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These aren’t ruby slippers, but…

It took thirteen days, two mechanic’s shops, several repeat replacement parts, a bottle of Tums, and lots of prayer support for me to be able to say

There’s no place like home!  (And we are finally there!)

PS: Thank you to Paco and his crew at Hal Burns Truck RV and Equipment in Santa Fe  for finally getting us fixed and back on the road!

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Four wheeling in Flagstaff

Normally, Karl and I try to find remote, deserted roads to explore on our four-wheelers.  We enjoy the adventure, the challenge, and the thrill of ‘discovering’ something new.  We’d been in Arizona since the end of December, and enjoyed several really fun rides in the desert.  But, this week, we took a whole new kind of ride and had a new kind of adventure.  The road?  The streets of Flagstaff, Arizona.

                It all started when the truck began making strange noises about ten miles from Flagstaff (on our way home). We ended up at a mechanic’s shop about a mile and a half from where we found to park the trailers.  Hence, the need for riding our quads on city, traffic filled streets.

                I’m thankful we had them – it would have been a long, cold walk back to the RV after leaving the truck at the shop, but grateful doesn’t always mean happy.  I think.  Maybe.

                According to Merriam-Webster online, synonyms for thankful include delighted, glad, joyful, pleased, satisfied.  I beg to differ. I know in my soul that there are times that I am truly thankful but far from joyful.  I can be grateful (that the truck got us to the mechanic’s shop in Flagstaff), and still be disheartened (a Merriam-Webster antonym for thankful) at the same time.  I wasn’t pleased or satisfied wrapped up in my coat waiting at a stoplight sandwiched between cars and trucks much bigger and beefier than my little machine.  I was, in fact nervous and worried.  But also thankful.  Thankful for the machine itself, thankful for the money to pay the repair bill, thankful for a husband who knew what to do and did it.

                The saga of our ‘broke-down’ truck doesn’t stop in Flagstaff.  We thought it was fixed but continued to have problems and breakdowns until finally tow trucks (yes, trucks!) had to be called near Santa Fe, New Mexico, which is where they currently are patiently waiting for the mechanic’s magic to replace even more parts and once again assure us that the truck is ‘fixed’. 

                I can make a long list of praises in this very long and trying week.  For Karl who always, always, always knows what to do and listens to suggestions I make as well. For safety on the side of the highway when cars were zipping within feet of us as we lay under the truck to make provisional repairs. For a tow bill that wasn’t as bad as I’d feared. For friends who texted, and called, and offered help, and checked on us. For mechanic’s shops who worked as quickly and as best they knew how and who (in Santa Fe) have allowed us to live in our trailer in their yard while we wait for parts.  Yes.  I am indeed thankful.  But.  I am not joyful. Not cheerful. Not gladsome.  My stomach hurts and I’m a little (lot) worried that when they ‘fix’ it this time and we start out anew for home that we will once again end up stranded on the highway.  Maybe the bottom line for me is that I know that eventually, this too shall pass.  I also know that the bills and stress of this week are small in the grand scheme of things.  God is good ALL the time.

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Thunder Eggs! Geode follow up

Yesterday we went to Quartzite, a little space in the desert which is a cross between Mad Max and the Flintstones.  Rock hounds and free spirits abound.  It’s the perfect place to find someone to cut open a geode and provide a side order of information.

So, laden with a collection of my most promising geodes, we set off.  First, disappointment: the cutting of geodes requires a diamond saw blade, therefore making their cutting a somewhat pricey endeavor.  My desire to see inside, though, overshadowed my frugality, and I handed over one of my prizes, an ugly lump that looked like a ‘double’.  For ten dollars and forty-five minutes, a rock-hound named Rob cut it in two.  While a bit lighter on cash, I’m not disappointed anymore!

Now here’s where the side order of info comes in.  Rob schooled me that what I have are not actually geodes, but are instead Thunder Eggs.  The difference has something to do with how the ball was formed, and I’ll admit I don’t understand it all, but instead of crystals growing in a hollow middle (which denotes a geode), I have a solid core containing agate.  Cool! (However, on my double one, there is a very small area with crystals!)

Now, armed with my prize, I walked away, sure that the grand reveal of all my other geodes would have to be postponed until we get home and fire up our tile saw.  Then, we spied another man with his head down near a spinning blade.  I watched him for a few minutes.  He greeted me and after a few minutes, he offered to cut two of my smaller thunder eggs for free!  Yes!  Success!  Generosity!  In the end he cut six or seven for me and wouldn’t take my offered cash.  Such fun revelation of the varied and beautiful souls within.

This one has crystals, too!

Huh.  There’s a parable here. In that story, we are the thunder eggs.  Sort of ugly on the outside and with no understanding of what actually lies within until we meet Someone willing to cut through the horrid and rough exterior and reveal the beauty inside. A beauty given us by our Creator. A soul ready to be polished and perfected. And He did it for free.  No cost to me. What a concept! What a gift!

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Geode Hunting

Last Friday we went on an adventure.  With an article I found online with what seemed like good, detailed directions, we took off for the Hauser Geode Beds in search of geodes. You know, geodes are the Cracker Jacks of the rock world…ugly round rocks with a prize inside. 

Anyway, the ninety-minute drive was pleasant, and after a few misturns (the directions were not as good as I had hoped and the ‘graded road’ had possibly, once in the past century, been driven on by a road grader, but hey), we managed to find an area that looked like the pictures and beckoned us with hope at finding a slew of geodes.

We got out of the truck with excitement and hope and realized our next problem.  None of the six of us in this adventure had any idea of how to go about finding a cache of geodes. 

As the troops began to fan out in hopes of stubbing a toe on a geode (and in fact, some WERE found that way!) I spied an old beat up truck parked not far off.  Thinking that maybe we could use some coaching, I voluntold Karl to accompany me, and we set off.  Sure enough, the epitome of an old prospector and his (sweet) dog Jasper were about neck deep into a man-made hole with buckets and buckets of geodes surrounding them.

Jerry was very nice, and invited us to join him while he demonstrated, taught, and answered our questions about geodes and at the end of the day I walked about with two bags full!  What fun, what luck!

Now on to the next adventure…figuring out how to reveal the prize inside!

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