Inescapable

“Can anyone hide in secret places so that I cannot see him?” declares the Lord.  “Do not I fill heaven and earth?”  Jeremiah 23:24

What a different world we would live in, if all men understood and believed this.  Our deeds are not covered by darkness or hidden by closed doors.  There is no way to whisper quietly enough that our words are not heard….in fact, our thoughts are heard.  No mountain is high enough, no water is deep enough, no tunnel penetrates far enough, and no desert is remote enough to escape the all-seeing eye and all-hearing ear.

Because…

God Himself fills heaven and earth.

For the one who loves God and desires to do His bidding, this is a blessed comfort.  For the one who ignores God and has no desire to be directed by Him, it ought to produce terror.  The only reason it doesn’t is that men can convince themselves that He does not exist or is powerless.  But, just because men can delude themselves, does not change truth.  If God exists, He does so whether or not men believe in Him.

The person who does not know or love God sees evidence of His presence every day, but does not recognize it.  The person who loves God sees Him and the work of His hands everywhere and gives thanks.

Father's Day Reflections

My Dad and I got off to a shaky start in more than one way.  I was born in 1945 when he was still in France.  World War II ended in time for him to come home for Thanksgiving when I was 7 months old.  This delay in bonding wouldn’t have been a big deal, except that there was a second and larger problem.  My Dad had no idea how he negatively impacted my concept of myself as I began to develop.

Dad did not know Jesus as his personal Savior until I was 7 years old.  Even after he made a commitment to follow Christ and gave up some of his unsavory habits, he did not understand the hurtfulness of things he said to me.  Although there was a level on which I was sure he loved me, I was wounded by frequent comments that I was fat or stupid or a “sukie.”  That was his word for someone who lacked courage.

Right up through my teenage years, I could not reconcile my excellent grades and the admiration of my intelligence by some family members with my Dad’s comments that I was stupid.  I was always surprised with the high scores I received on standardized tests.  How could I be stupid and score in the top 1 or 2 percent?  I know it sounds ridiculous, but one tends to believe what a parent says.  I remember hearing Dad say that there was no point in educating women.  I knew I wanted an education and had no idea how this would happen.

Having him call me “fatty” was part of what made me feel awkward and uncomfortable about my body.  There was a time in my childhood when illness caused me to become too thin and other times when I was too heavy.  I always felt uncomfortable in my skin.

Dad was very proud of my singing voice.  He would tell me that I sang like a bird.  But, he caused me to be terrified the very first time I sang a solo.  I was only about 8 years old.  The title of the song was “I’ll be a Sun Beam.”  He teased me unmercifully that I was going to get up and sing, “I’ll be a bum seam.”  He thought this was funny.

It was a wonder I learned to drive.  He had no patience and was given to yelling even when I was behind the wheel.  I remember one occasion when we were in city traffic, and he got so nasty, that right out in the driving lane, I put the car into “park,” got out and moved to the back seat.  The only reason I persevered in getting my license was that my mother had never learned to drive, and I refused to be as dependent as she was.

I have no idea how I had the courage to attend a college out-of-state and hundreds of miles from home, but it was a God-inspired decision.  I learned that I could not be timid, that a certain amount of self-confidence was right and good and necessary for survival.  It was not sinful to figure out what gifts God had given me and to determine to use them with His help and for His glory.  I lost weight, got contact lenses, figured out how to wear make-up, became a nurse, put myself through college AND forgave my father, and all of this was by the grace of God.

After my Mother’s death, Dad lived with us for about 8 years.  We did not always get along or see eye to eye, but we did live together in peace the vast majority of the time.  I tried once during those years to talk to him about the hurt…to get it out in the open.  I thought I would start by telling him that it was hurtful to me that he had helped my brothers with their college education.  He had helped me with nursing school, the entirety of which was equivalent to about one semester of college, and after that I was on my own.  I had to work hard to pay for my college expenses, and I had not been able to participate in extra activities on campus.  His only comment was, “Well, you didn’t come out with any debt, did you?”  Actually I had come out with some debt, although minor.  But, his rather defiant tone and facial expression made it clear that he was not able to understand.  I gave up on trying to express my feelings.  I just forgave him again.

I loved my Dad.

I am not perfect either….some of his rough edges may even live on in me.

One of the things we must do as Christians is to lovingly forgive each other for being frail and imperfect. 

God, our heavenly Father, does.

Let There Be Light

Millennia ago man did not know that E=mc².  He did not know that matter and energy were interchangeable.   Nor did he know that photosynthesis was capturing the energy of the sun and embedding it into green plants to be released later as the vegetation was eaten or turned into fossils fuels.  Our total dependency on the sun as an energy source or even our need for an energy source was unknown to man. 

And yet….Genesis relates that God said, “Let there be light.”

The “wisemen” of this age would have us believe that there is no God, and that the creation story is a myth.  I want to know, if that is the case, how of all things did a mere mortal (and a primitive one, at that) decide that the beginning of it all was the statement, “Let there be light.”  Why did he not say, “And one of the gods took a lump of clay and rolled it into a ball, and it became earth.”

NO!  The creation story begins correctly and accurately, because God Himself revealed the truth.  The energy source had to come first.

An infinite God, who is Himself “light,” could give of Himself without diminishing Himself.  He is the ultimate and only necessary source of light.  When this world passes away, and the sun and moon disappear, He tells us in Revelation that there will be no need for them, because He will be the Light.

When God stepped into human history in the form of Christ, He said, “I am the Light of the world.”  Many places in the Bible repeat this theme.  We are told that some men choose to walk in darkness, because they mistakenly think it will hide their evil deeds.  We are told that some are blind in a spiritual sense, just as some are physically blind.  Light and the ability to see which is dependent on it are persistent themes.

It all began with Light!  It will end with Light.  We are sustained by, live and move and have our being in that Light.  Any man may choose not to believe this.  He can refuse Light in a spiritual sense, but He cannot refuse it in a physical sense.  Even the atheist is dependent on the Light….he just doesn’t know that God is the source.

A Miss is as good as a Mile...well, almost

My granddaughter called last evening and asked if she could come to church with us today, and then if I would take her grocery shopping afterward.  She doesn't have a car, and the grocery store with the best prices is on the other side of town from her apartment.

We finished the shopping, loaded in the groceries, and started home along the busy 4-lane, plus center turning lane, street which passes by most of the grocery stores, plazas and fast food joints in town.  I'm not sure why the city allowed that street to over-develop in such a fashion, but that's another story.

The Burger King is on the corner of a dead-end side street which does indeed have a stop sign.  As we approached it, a car with a young male driver came tearing out of the side street, did not stop at the stop sign, and did a U-turn through my lane and into the BK parking lot.  I slammed on the brakes and pulled a bit to the left, but couldn't go very far in that direction, because there was a lane of traffic on my left.  I came to an abrupt halt just missing the offending vehicle whose driver was looking to his right and seemed to be totally oblivious to what he had just done.

Everything in our car shifted.  The thought flashing through my mind was that I have only owned this nice new car for a month.  My granddaughter, who is a potty-mouth, said, #%*@!!!
Then she said, "You idiot!  You made me swear in front of my grandma!"
So much for personal responsibility for one's conduct.

The miss would have been as good as a mile, except that today was a Coffee Hour at church, and the remains of a rhubarb cake with crumb topping were on the back seat.  The abrupt stop sent the dish sailing onto the floor.  There are now cake crumbs all over the floor of the back seat area.  Looks like I will be getting out the vacuum cleaner.