The First Mowing

 

 

my pseudo-elizabethan garden

my pseudo-elizabethan garden

I finished my first mowing of the spring season the other day. I am very happy that the green grass is back and growing!

The hard thing about the first mowing is figuring out just how to go about it. After the long winter, the guidelines that were well-worn into the grass by the end of summer are all gone. It is like starting from scratch.

Life can be kind of like the first mowing can’t it? I mean, one minute everything is going along at its pretty pace and then suddenly a winter of an interruption moves into place and before you know it all your neatly organized systems of living, all your patterns, your regimens are broken.

In the middle of the interruptions we keep wishing for things to get back to normal.

The child is sick and we say “When the sickness is over and he’s well again we’ll get things back to normal.”

In the midst of the bankruptcy we keep reminding ourselves “It will all be back to normal soon.”

But when all is said and done and the chilly trial is coming to its glad conclusion what I have discovered is that what I once considered normal has disappeared. The lines of normal which once seemed so clearly etched into the lawn of my life have up and gone. It seems that just when I am all set for normal to return what was normal has ceased to exist.

As I started up my mower the other day I quickly realized my dilemma. I couldn’t see the old lines I used to follow and I had forgotten where they were. You would think after a hundred times mowing the lawn it would be simple to just pick up where I’d left off, but something had changed over the winter. I burned some brush opening new areas of lawn. The snow plows had chopped up another section. A branch fell here. Some new seedlings I wanted to keep had sprouted in odd locations there. My old methods didn’t fit anymore.

Maybe you have been through a trial. Maybe life has changed unexpectedly and now you are finding what used to be normal no longer fits. What’s a body to do?

1. Let go of old patterns that no longer fit. Nothing stays the same forever except God. Come to it that He is the only One who is the same yesterday, today and forever.

2. Embrace the opportunity to try something new. What was normal no longer is but God can bless the new patterns of your life as much as He blessed the last maybe even more so.

3. Give yourself a break as you begin to change. As I was mowing the new pattern into my lawn I realized that some of the new things I was trying to get the lawn done were not working or looking so good. That’s OK. It is only the first mowing. I have a whole summer ahead to get it right and so do you!

 

Think You’re Good? Check That Pile of Smelly Rags.

All our righteousness…

Ken Knowlton's avatarartistdayapart

Many of us have taken missionary trips to various parts of the world–particularly so-called third world areas where cleanliness and hygiene are major problems in the spreading of disease and sickness.  People live and eat from what we would call dumps or landfills.  We are typically appalled and do what we can to help to improve the natives situation while we are there.  We may even send money and needed items throughout the year.  Make no mistake, this is a good thing.

However, we could take all of those times we went on those trips, add in all our tithes and offerings, consider the ministries in which we’ve been active, count all our visitations to shut-ins and prisons, include our church attendance and all our time of prayer and, compared to God’s righteousness, all our efforts would be no better than a pile of stinking rags. We are all infected…

View original post 366 more words

Oh, Nigeria

Paul writes powerfully about a very desperate situation. Be in prayer my friends.

Paul F. Lenzi's avatarPoesy plus Polemics

Nigerian Schoolgirls Photo from article.wn.com Nigerian Schoolgirls
Photo from article.wn.com

what terror murders innocence
for yearning education
rips ripe flowers from their stems
to subjugate their fragrance
paternalistic arrogance flaunts
deep sectarian misogyny
it has ugly eyes for the world
bloody hands for its own
stunted ethics compel its illusions

who will stand for the flowers
and tame this abomination
or failing that kill the beast
once and for all with clean
adamant weapons of justice
who will rescue the flowers
return them to their gardens
of humane society give them
sweet nurturing reverence

oh Nigeria giant of Africa
wailing your titanic clashes of clans
let your daughters and sons
breathe of your proud ancient
kingdoms reject the repugnant
sharia of Boko Haram and let
flourish the powers that flowers
exhibit when bathed in the nutrient
peace of Eden before the great fall
it is in you since birthmother Nok
culture opened your primitive heart

View original post

Demonstrating Faith

Look what the Lord has done!

debbestillandlisten's avatarDebBe Still and Listen

Disclaimer: I, Deb Maciorowski, am the Vice President to the Special Touch R.E.A.C.H. New England Chapter and the postings on this site are my own and don’t represent Special Touch Ministry’s positions, strategies or opinions in any way.

I had the pleasure of giving the message at our Special Touch R.E.A.C.H. New England Chapter meeting this past Saturday.  Special Touch Ministry, Inc. is a faith-based organization that helps ease and enrich the lives of people impacted by disability.  The theme of this month’s meeting was steps of faith.  This was the first message I have ever given and I can tell you I was a little bit nervous well actually more than a little bit.  The whole week before  I asked for prayer that God would give me the words He wanted His people to hear.  I thought I would share some of the highlights from Saturday’s message with all…

View original post 592 more words

Is Work a 4-Letter Word?

Just what our society needs to hear!

Ken Knowlton's avatarartistdayapart

By the sweat of your brow will you have food to eat until you return to the ground from which you were made. For you were made from dust, and to dust you will return.  (Genesis 3:19)  Then people go off to their work, where they labor until evening . (Psalm 104:23)

Despite the 1968 British film Work Is A Four-Letter Word, and the song by the same name sung by the Smiths in the 1980’s, and even the obvious number of letters in the actual word, work should not be looked at as profane, vulgar or offensive.

While the sign above is intended to be comical, it really isn’t.  Why do we look at work as something to avoid at all costs?  People seem to work simply to get to weekends, vacations, and retirement.  I’ve worked as an administrator, teacher, youth pastor, coach, paper-mill worker, tool shipper, cook, appraisal researcher, insurance salesman…

View original post 441 more words

I See Men As Trees Walking…

A word about our healing!

Ken Knowlton's avatarartistdayapart

Our family has been going through a trying time as a beloved sister is in the final stages of cancer.  Like anyone else, I wonder why God sometimes heals immediately and completely and at other times does not.  I know He can heal and I know He does heal and I know He wants to heal.

So why is my sister-in-law dying?

Sickness and death entered the world when Adam and Eve sinned.  Our perfect bodies and our perfect environment began to die and decay.   Everyone but Enoch and Elijah would die a physical death.  They would be taken directly into God’s presence.  While not as prominent as healing miracles in the New Testament, there were miracles of healing in the Old Testament.  Elisha raised a child to life (2 Kings 4:35), healed Naaman of leprosy (2 Kings 5:10), and raised another man from the dead (2 Kings 13:21).  Elijah…

View original post 292 more words

His Grace

We are stronger than we know.

debbestillandlisten's avatarDebBe Still and Listen

Why do we find it so hard to ask for help from people, never mind asking for help from God? Could it be that we think we have to be  independent with everything? Otherwise we might be considered weak to certain people.

God wants us to know that in our weakness we are made strong.

He states in His word;

9 …. “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” 10… For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Corinthians 12:9-10 (NLT).

 Growing up, I can’t tell you how many times I heard, “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle.” As a kid, I did not know exactly why my mother would always come back to that statement. I used to think, ‘Enough already, I get it!’. Only after going through my own tests and trials did I realized she was…

View original post 75 more words

Lament For A Dying World

crying eye      In my mind’s eye I am standing once again in my grandfather’s kitchen delivering him the news about my grandmother’s terminal cancer. His watery blue eyes fill with tears but he sets his jaw with that grim New England resolution I have grown up with.

He lifts his chin proudly refusing to let the tears escape, “Well we have had 61 wonderful years together.”

Despite his assertions of thankfulness I know something in my grandfather dies that day. That is the point he loses the will to live. That is the moment where life becomes a rash clinging to his mortal skin, a plague to be cured so he can rejoin my grandmother on the other side.

In this world one out of one dies.  Death is ever-present in the midst of life. As Paul wrote in 1 Corinthians 15 it is the final enemy, man’s nemesis. Because of this plague on the world we all know lament and raise it up from one end of the globe to another on a daily basis. Somewhere right now someone is weeping over some soul cast forth from the Earth into eternity on this day we call Good Friday.

I can see a hill with three crosses. Two criminals hang beside him, one  to his right and one to his left and there on the middle cross, struggling for every breath, hangs the Darling of Heaven, God with skin on, Jesus.

He gasps one last time and cries out “Into Your hands I commit my Spirit.”

Immortality meets finality. The whole world laments. The clouds weep darkness and the earth trembles in terror as God dies. But in this world it is a rule as certain as death, God changes everything He touches. And when He touches death it is changed from enemy to entryway for those who believe on the Lord Jesus to be rescued.   

     For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16

     For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. John 3:17

    But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name: John 1:12     

In my memory I am sitting at my grandmother’s side as she prepares to breathe her last. I sing her to Heaven with her favorite hymns, “In the Garden” and “How Great Thou Art”. It is 4:30 A.M. and the hospital smells of antiseptic as death creeps in to take her. But because of the cross death can do no more than release her from cancer’s shackles. Because of the cross 61 years of happy marriage are not forever marred because of death’s pall. Because of the cross my grandfather can hope in a better future even as his own life wanes alongside hers.

We can raise a lament for this dying world. It is sad. Today is a day to recognize the awful power of this enemy called death. But it is also a day to recognize that long ago on a hill called Golgotha God and death had a showdown and there in that time and space God’s touch forever made a slave of this thing that enslaved us. Jesus died on Friday but hang on church Sunday’s on the way!

Pray with me today:

     Jesus I thank you for Your cross. I thank you that You met death and won! I thank You that Your power has turned death from an enemy into an entryway. I believe in You Jesus and receive Your death on the cross as my access into Heaven. I know I could never do enough good works to enter Heaven on my own but You have made a way by dying for me by taking the punishment for my sin. I love You Lord and dedicate my life to You this day. Amen.        

 

 

 

 

Get Wisdom (Proverbs 4:5-7)

A word on wisdom

lillianl17's avatarGrowing Up, God, and Being Busy

5 Get wisdom, get understanding;
    do not forget my words or turn away from them.
Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you;
    love her, and she will watch over you.
The beginning of wisdom is this: Get wisdom.
    Though it cost all you have, get understanding.

~Prov 4:5-7 NIV

The book of Proverbs has a lot to say about wisdom, and rightfully so seeing it was written by the wisest man in history, King Solomon. The first eye-opening thing I notice about the passage above is that Solomon writes to “get wisdom” instead of “be wise”. To me, this shows that wisdom is something you attain and earn, not something you are born with. Being unwise is not part of who someone is, no matter how often they choose to make unwise decisions. It is up to each of us to develop wisdom.

Another distinction Solomon shares…

View original post 373 more words

It’s a Win-Win!

You have got to read and listen to this!

debbestillandlisten's avatarDebBe Still and Listen

When a loved one is dying of cancer or any other illness for that matter how many of us find it difficult to praise God in and through the whole process? I think many of us would agree that praising God is not the first thing on our minds when walking down that road. Believe me I know the heart wrenching pain of seeing someone you love suffer. You see my brother Mike died of melanoma cancer which metastasized to his lungs eleven years ago and it was painful to see him go through so much. I remember it, like it was yesterday. Hospice came in and made him as comfortable as possible. Most of our immediate family was there at his side the whole weekend before he died. My son Tom was only four months old at the time and I can still see Mike’s smile as he looked…

View original post 322 more words