Monday, April 23, 2012

Smashed and Remolded

As true followers of Christ, we do not need to be reminded that our life is not often the utopia we always want it to be.  I remember many years ago reading a poem that began, "God has not promised skies always blue, nor flower strewn pathways all our life through. . ."

Most of my life has been spent learning, growing, falling down and getting back up again, forgiving, trying to forgive, forgetting, accepting and moving on. If we stand still, we simply become stagnant and of no worth.

What I sometimes forget is that there is a sovereign or master Potter who is working the clay in my life as He pleases. I have watched master potters at work in the mountains of Georgia and I have watched students in our high school learning pottery work a blob of clay.  As they begin to masterfully fashion the blob of clay into a useful vessel, suddenly and without seemingly apparent reason, they smash the vessel into a blob and start all over again.  Each time they do this, the clay becomes entirely different.  I've learned that with gifted potters, there is a reason not seen or known to those who watch from afar, as to why the potter smashed the vessel that to me appeared near perfection. But each time they start over, and over, and over, the vessel becomes better and better each time.

The prophet Isaiah in chapter 64 had a pretty good idea of what our Father, our Master Potter, is trying to do in our lives.  "But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand." (v.8 ESV) He is the one who is shaping us and molding us into the image of His Son.  When we look in the "mirror" or others look from afar and think we look pretty good, be ready to get slammed back onto the pottery wheel of life to be remade, refashioned into a more beautiful and more useful vessel - one through which His great love can flow; one in which He can fill so that you will empty out that love, pour out His message of salvation and start over again.

And, by the way, that poem that I mention above, ends with these words, "but God has promised His undying presence and unfailing love."  May I find myself each day as clay, able to be molded and shaped in the hands of our Skillful Designer, a vessel fit for the Master's use.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

"He Knows the Wounds of Humanity. His Hands Prove It"

He knows the wounds of humanity. His hands prove it.

“Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. . .” Isaiah 49:16 ESV 
As I was reading this scripture, I thought of the quote Philip Yancey used in quoting Newton that spoke so openly of Jesus – “He knows the wounds of humanity. His hands prove it.

Isaac Newton said, "In the absence of any other proof, the thumb alone would convince me of God's existence." Noted surgeon and author, Paul Brand, stated that after 40 years as a surgeon specializing in hands, I am tempted to agree [with Isaac Newton]. Nothing in all nature rivals the hand's combination of strength and agility, tolerance and sensitivity. We use our hands for the most wonderful activities: amazing works of art, masterpieces of music, inspirational writing, healing, holding our precious children, touching the cheeks of those we love . . . I could go on, but you get the idea.

My hands were severely injured in years past and I have had several surgeries to correct those injuries.  There are numerous wires, rods, screws, and pins holding my hands and forearm together and those surgeries required immobilizing plaster and fiberglass casts to be worn each time, sometimes as long as six to nine months.  So, I do know the importance of having full use of one’s hands.

When people go to concerts and athletic events, they pay to watch a performance; they listen to the music or watch the show.  But if you pay attention to detail as I do, you may watch hands. A piano performance becomes a ballet of fingers—a magnificent little part of our body. When I was young, I was a drummer in band. On stage, I always watched the movements of all the hands playing the various instruments.

Dr. Brand had stated that, unless you have tried to reproduce just one small twitch of the hand mechanically, you cannot fully appreciate its movements. He would often have his medical students or surgeons analyze the motion of one finger. He would hold before them a dissected cadaver hand, with its trailing strands of sinew, and announce that he would move the tip of the little finger.
To do so, he would place the cadaver hand on a table, sorting through the tangle of tendons and muscles sharing with the students that it takes seventy separate muscles to contribute to hand movements. I was amazed as I read how the dexterity and slimness for actions such as piano playing, were caused by tendons transferring the force from muscles higher in the arm, because the finger has no muscle in itself.  He did all of these demonstrations with a cadaver hand to illustrate ways to repair a hand surgically. In more than 40 years of and more than 10,000 hand surgeries, he never found a single technique to improve a normal, healthy hand.

Based on Dr. Brand’s illustration and professional medical opinions, you can see why he and why I, after studying through the work of the hands, certainly agree with Isaac Newton. There have been mechanical marvels when it comes to prosthetics and the advances modern medicine has made with artificial mobility but, even with all of science, those medical devices are merely like a Play Doh sculpture compared to a Michelangelo masterpiece when it comes to the masterpiece of our hands.

It is no wonder then that for me, as a Christian, during this, the most solemn week of Christendom, in addition to reflecting on Christ’s supreme sacrifice for each of us, I reflect on the hands of Jesus.
Painters down through the ages have attempted to visualize the face of Jesus Christ on canvas; I try to visualize his hands. I can just imagine his hands at various stages of his life. When God's Son entered the world in the form of a human body, what were his hands like?

It is difficult for one to conceive of our God taking on the form of an infant, but our faith declares that he once had the tiny, soft, pink hands of a newborn. G. K. Chesterton expressed the paradox this way, 'The hands that had made the sun and stars were too small to reach the huge heads of the cattle." His hands were once too small to change his own clothes or put food in his mouth. Just like every other baby, he had miniature fingernails, little wrinkles around his knuckles, and skin so soft skin that had not known abrasion or roughness. God's Son experienced infant helplessness.
My dad, among other things was also quite a carpenter, so it is easy for me to imagine that Jesus, as an adolescent, learned that trade in his father's shop. The skin on his hands must have developed many calluses and tender spots.

Once he began his earthly ministry, he had the hands of Christ the physician. The Bible tells us strength flowed from them when he healed people. He preferred to perform his miracles one by one, touching each person he healed, not en mass.

Jesus touched eyes that had dried out and they suddenly became alive again and admitted light and color once more. When he once he touched a woman who suffered with a hemorrhage, he knew that Jewish law forbade it lest he would become unclean, but he did it anyway. He touched her. He healed and he touched those with leprosy—people who no one else would touch or come near. In small and very personal ways, his hands made right that which had been disrupted during creation.

Of course, the most important scene in Jesus' life—the one we memorialize most during Passion Week— involved his hands. Those hands that had done so much good were taken, one at a time, and pierced through with a six-inch thick spike. It is mind boggling to visualize this scene.
Dr. Brand  indicated to Yancey that, during surgery he would cut delicately, using scalpel blades that slice through one layer of tissue at a time, to expose the intricacies of nerves and blood vessels and tiny bones and tendons and muscles inside. He knows well what crucifixion must have done to a human hand.

“Roman executioners drove their spikes through the wrist, right through the carpal tunnel that houses finger-controlling tendons and the median nerve. It is impossible to force a spike there without maiming the hand into a claw shape. And Jesus had no anesthetic as his hands were marred and destroyed.” [Brand]

In my finite mind, it is nearly impossible for me to visualize his weight hanging from them, tearing his tissue, releasing his blood. Has there ever been a more helpless image than that of the Son of God hanging paralyzed from a tree? His disciples, who had believed he was the promised One, the Messiah, cowered in the darkness or hid away.

However, that is not the last glimpse of Jesus’ hands in the New Testament scripture. He appeared again, in a closed room, just as Thomas (who was one of his disciples) was disputing the unlikely story he thought his friends had made up. People do not rise from the dead he [Thomas] retorted sarcastically. He declared that they had seen a ghost, or an illusion.

But imagine Thomas‘ surprise, when Jesus appeared and unmistakingly held up his hands for Thomas and the others to see.  They belonged to him, the same one who had died on the cross. Although his body had been changed in certain ways, his scars remained. Jesus even invited Thomas to come and touch them with his own fingers.

Thomas then responded simply, "My Lord and my God!"  It is important to note that this is first recorded entry that one of Jesus' disciples directly addressed him as God. Most importantly, this assertion came in response to visualizing Jesus wounds -  Jesus' hands.

Throughout all of history, millions of people have had faith to cling to the belief that there is a God who understands all human dilemma; that pain we endure on this earth is not meaningless. Our prayers are being heard. In passion, as followers of Christ, we focus on the supreme event when God demonstrated for all time that he knows our pain.

As a reminder of his time on earth, Jesus chose scars in each hand as the prophet Isaiah had said. “ I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. . .” Isaiah 49:16 ESV.  What I have written is a large part of why I believe God hears and understands our pain, like no other—because he kept those scars as a lasting image of our wounded humanity. He knows what life on earth is like. He understands because he has been here. His hands prove it.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Good Friday. . . What is "good" about it?

Good Friday. . . What is "Good" about it?

“That man is successful who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much, who has gained the respect of the intelligent men and the love of children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who leaves the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty or failed to express it; who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had.” – Robert Louis Stevenson

The Bible explains that we all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. (Romans 3:23).

“For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 6:23).

Through the Old Testament into the New, the prophets foretold Jesus’ death. Through the coming Messiah, God sent the one would take the place for us because “He so loved the world.” John 3:16

In Isaiah 53:3-5 we read, “He was despised and rejected by men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered him punished by God, stricken by him, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.”

As Easter approaches, I’m reminded of my own purpose in life. How am I living? What role do I play in this life? We may convince ourselves that we are smart enough, good enough, or brave enough to run with the wolves, but it’s an illusion.

On this holy Friday, we become witnesses to the greatest sacrifice there ever was. It’s the day that Christ died in atonement for our sins. He became the living sacrifice which offers us a bridge to our Heavenly Father.

Who are we that He would love us that much?

Jesus came for a purpose. He came to die so that we may live.

In this knowledge, I’m fully aware that we are all descendants from kings. We have to live this life in such a way that we stand up to be who we are in Christ. We each have a purpose in life; a reason for being.

As we enter this holy weekend and celebrate the death and resurrection of our Savior, we can embrace His truth.

“It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” When he had said this, he breathed his last. (Luke 23:44-46)

Dwight L. Moody once said, “The valley of the shadow of death holds no darkness for the child of God. There must be light, else there could be no shadow. Jesus is the light. He has overcome death.”

And that, my Friends, is everything that is "good" about good Friday!

Have a blessed, thought provoking, spirit revealing weekend!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Lenten Love. . .continued


While most of the Christian community is concerned with counting down the days until they don’t have to eat fish on Fridays, they can eat, drink, and indulge in the things they gave up or “sacrificed” during this 40-day remembrance, there are those who anticipate with sun-bursting joy the celebration of the most significant and important day in the believers’ history; the day in which Satan was forever crushed and Christ was forever victorious – the resurrection! 

I was thinking of this during church this morning as hundreds of believers in our community chapel lifted their voice in song and their hands in surrendered praise to the Creator of the universe.  Yes, His love must be evident in our hearts and we must become as Christ: love-inspired, love-mastered, and love-driven.  But, we, as believers have one very awesome responsibility: to praise, to praise, to praise our God! To honor, to glorify, to exalt, to lift on high the name of Jesus! Blessed be the name of the Lord. As my spirit began to rise within me, I could feel the excitement that Jerusalem must have felt as Jesus came riding into town.

As Jesus told the Pharisee’s during His triumphal entry to Jerusalem, when they were complaining about the noise of His followers, Jesus told them, "If they kept quiet, the stones would do it for them, shouting praise."  Luke 19:40 (Message)

Please, take 3 minutes and 46 seconds to listen to this music video.  Close your eyes.  Lift surrendered hands in praise along with this song. 

Remember dear friends, we have just a few weeks to prepare, to roll away the stone that covers our heart. . .rejoice with me and remember, after all is said and done, we win!  We may lose a few battles along the way.  We may get battered, brusied, hurt, wounded, and scarred, but we have victory over the enemy and we win, hallelujah we win, cause I read the back of the Book and we win!!

Almighty God (Tim Hughes)

Verse 1:
The rising Sun that fills the sky
The starry host that lights the night
Reflecting Your glory

The mountain heights, forever stand
The rain that falls to soak the land
Respond to Your glory

Chorus:
Almighty God, in every way
You are above and beyond understanding
If we did not praise, the rocks would cry out
Glorious God, high above understanding

Verse 2:
The vast expanse of earth and sea
Held by You in harmony
Speaks of Your glory

All You've made, since time began
Life itself; Your perfect plan
And it's all for Your glory

Chorus:
Almighty God, in every way
You are above and beyond understanding
If we did not praise, the rocks would cry out
Glorious God, high above understanding

Creation joins as one to sing
“What A Glorious God.”
So far above all earthly things

Almighty God, in every way
You are above and beyond understanding
If we did not praise, the rocks would cry out
Glorious God, high above understanding

Almighty God, in every way
You are above and beyond understanding
If we did not praise, the rocks would cry out
Glorious God, high above understanding

Yes, to God be the glory!

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Lenten Love

“To assail the changes that have unmoored us from the past is futile, and in a deep sense. I think it is wicked. . .This cannot be an easy life. We shall have a rough time of it to keep our minds open, and to keep them deep. . .in a great, open, windy world; but this is, as I see it, the condition of man; and in this condition we can help, because we can love one another.” (J. Robert Oppenheimer) 

It is a time during the year that we, as Christians, call Lent. The word Lent is derived from the Old English lencten, which means "lengthen." It refers to the lengthening of the daylight hours that occurs in the northern hemisphere as spring approaches. It is in this period of transition from late winter to early spring that the season of Lent falls. There are many reasons why it lasts 40-days, but that’s not the important part. We can “give up” anything we want – chocolate, sugar, TV, etc. – it matters not what we give up or as some call it “sacrifice” during this 40-day period of time. The most important part of Lent is its culmination. 

During the culmination of our Lenten season, Christians everywhere remember, in many different ways, the cruel and gruesome death that Jesus Christ suffered on our behalf. His birth, His very life, His earthly ministry, His teachings, all spoke of the passion for us that would hold him in place upon that Roman cross. It was not the spikes that Roman centurions drove mercilessly through His wrists and feet that held Him to that cross. It was His passion for us. It was the love that His father had for His children. It was the love, the culminating love, knowing that He would be the last spotless lamb that would ever be placed upon the altar of sacrifice. He was the last sin offering, the last scapegoat. It was His blood that was accepted at the divine mercy seat of God on that culminating day. The Creator’s love for His children into whom He had breathed life, hung on that cross. It was His pure, passionate, utterly unadulterated love for us that was on His mind as He uttered those final words, “It is finished.” All His blood had been poured out. It was love that tore in two the four-foot thick veil in the temple that separated a holy Father from His sinful, lost children. The culmination of a lifetime of pure and selfless love had provided a way for sinful man to be at peace with and have the peace of His Creator within. Jesus, Savior. 

When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. (~ Isaac Watts ~)
As I have been studying the sacrifices of the tabernacle over the past months, I was reminded of God’s provision to His children and His reminders to them of His love, His passion for His people by allowing them to bring sacrificial offerings to the altar for atonement. New Testament writers confirm His acts of love throughout Scripture. It is in His culminating love that we are to live and love as He had loved. 

Some of my favorite passages in the Bible are found among the writings of the Apostle Paul. He understood the passion and love of our Lord. Paul’s inspired words flowed with the love of Christ pointing us always toward our loving Father. While he admitted many times that without constant prayer and divine concentration that He would fall short of exhibiting that passionate love in and through his own life. Paul’s admonition to us in Galatians chapter 5 teaches us that only as we live in love can we fulfill the will of God in our lives. We must become as Christ: love-inspired, love-mastered, and love-driven. Without the fruit of the Spirit (love: Galatians 5: 22) we are just a religious noise (I Cor. 13:1). Dear God, how short do I fall? 

Paul expounds on God’s love stating that the fruit of the Spirit is love. . .Jesus said in Matthew 7:16, “you shall know them by their fruits”. The fruit of the Spirit is love and it is manifested in joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Joy is love’s strength. Peace is love’s security. Patience is love’s endurance. Kindness is love’s conduct. Goodness is love’s character. Faithfulness is love’s confidence. Gentleness is love’s humility. Self-control is love’s victory.

If we pour ourselves out and put our all on the altar, the Holy Spirit will flood our hearts with the love of God and passion for the lost. As we make our spiritual journey through this Lenten season, however God is leading you, “we may have a rough time of it, but keep your minds open, and keep them deep. . .in a great, open, windy world; but this is, as I see it, the condition of man; and in this condition we can help, because we can love one another.”

“But if we are the body Why aren't His arms reaching? Why aren't His hands healing? Why aren't His words teaching? And if we are the body Why aren't His feet going? Why is His love not showing them there is a way? Jesus is the way.” (Casting Crowns)

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Through the Years. . .

Thirty-three years ago on a very frigid -12⁰, frosty, snowy northeastern Ohio night, February 10, 1979, I married the love of my life, my best friend, Larry.

We had met by an “arrangement” of mutual friends just six months prior to that but from the first time I asked you to have coffee with me after church, my heart skipped a few beats and I was hooked! 

So well I recall every gentlemanly gesture you made and after we grew weary of sitting in a booth drinking coffee, gas was so cheap then, we drove for hours just talking.  When you gently kissed me good night,(yes, I kissed on the first date!)  I prayed for three days that you would call me for another date.  When the phone rang on Wednesday, my heart again skipped joy beats and that night we became inseparable and the rest is history.  You surrounded me with all things lovely and all things that spoke love to my soul.

Engaged on my birthday just two months later, we began a journey then that, over the years has reminded me many times of a trip to Disney World (although I’m sure we could both agree that we definitely resembled Moses and the children of Israel wandering In the wilderness, too).

After we walked through the front gate and the tram whisked us into the park, we arrived in Adventure Land and that’s really what most of our married life has been: an adventure, a wonderful adventure, sometimes through mountains, but other times along beaches.

There were times when it felt like I was in Fantasy Land and wanted to be like Peter Pan, where we would never have to grow up or grow old. There were plenty of times I felt like we were holding on for dear life in Space Mountain being hurled through life with its twists and turns at speeds that could straighten my hair!  And, much to my chagrin, there were too many times we rode the “Mad Hatter” and went around a few too many times. The most fun times certainly were like the Country Bear Jamboree. 

At the altar, when we got married, we took each other “for better or worse” but I can assure you, I got the better and you got the worse! We’ve had our ups and downs and days when we both thought that we were under water and drowning but being married to you, Lar, has certainly made my life overwhelmingly good.   With you, I always have someone who will at least try to understand and someone who knows me by heart.  You were the man who climbed the walls I had so firmly cemented and began to take them down one by one, helping me to learn to trust again.  Your touch on my hand warmed me in a way that I knew that I was the last and the only girl for you.  After the many hurts in my past and I dared trust to pray and ask God for a Christian man, I threw in a prayer for brown eyes and a hairy chest.  I was so thrilled to learn that prayer had been abundantly answered. You show me grace. You are humble. You are kind. You are strong. You are diligent. You love and serve God.

We’ve been through so many things over the years. . .there have been times when we have hurt each other, made each other angry, endured conflict, and became vulnerable. We have wronged and we have been wronged and we have forgiven.  We’ve enjoyed mountain tops and endured valleys.  We’ve prayed and we’ve cried together.  Softened hearts that were hurt sometimes turned stony.  But every day, every sunrise brings me a new opportunity to love you anew. 

The Lord just helps me realize once again how extraordinarily blessed I am to have you, the one I can always count on; the one who has ALWAYS had my back and the one I love most in this world.  You are simply my best friend, Dear.  I have best girl friends, but YOU, and you alone, are my best friend, my lover,  the part of me that without I would not be a whole person.  I can’t every imagine life without you and I pray I never have to.  Marrying you was the second best thing I ever did.  We both know that having Jesus is our number one.
And, Larry, I’d do it all over again.

Kenny Rogers song “Through the Years”, says it best:
I can't remember when you weren't there
When I didn't care for anyone but you
I swear we've been through everything there is
Can't imagine anything we've missed
Can't imagine anything the two of us can't do

Through the years, you've never let me down
You turned my life around, the sweetest days I've found
I've found with you ... Through the years
I've never been afraid, I've loved the life we've made
And I'm so glad I've stayed, right here with you
Through the years

I can't remember what I used to do
Who I trusted whom, I listened to before
I swear you've taught me everything I know
Can't imagine needing someone so
But through the years it seems to me
I need you more and more

Through the years, through all the good and bad
I knew how much we had, I've always been so glad
To be with you ... Through the years
It's better everyday, you've kissed my tears away
As long as it's okay, I'll stay with you
Through the years


Through the years, when everything went wrong
Together we were strong, I know that I belonged
Right here with you ... Through the years
I never had a doubt, we'd always work things out
I've learned what love's about, by loving you
Through the years

Through the years, you've never let me down
You've turned my life around, the sweetest days I've found
I've found with you ... Through the years
It's better everyday, you've kissed my tears away
As long as it's okay, I'll stay with you
Through the years!

Happy Anniversary, Larry.   I love you!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

No, No, You Never Let Go



Things happen.  We don’t always know why.  We examine our hearts.  We pray and ask God for forgiveness. Wepray about things that “if” we didthem or “think” we did – we repentand ask forgiveness for that too. We pray. . .we wait. . .not always patiently, I might add, but I havelearned through many years of following the footsteps of my Savior that Godalways answers our prayers: in His time, in His way, and Hisway is one of these three: yes, no, or wait. 

2012 is well on its way and ithas not been they way I would have chosen to start a year out. . .any year forthat matter!  So, I decided thatnow might be a good time to brush up on my readings of Job. 

Job 23:10, 11, 12, and 14 reads, “But he knows the way that I take; when he hastried me, I shall come out as gold. My foot has held fast to his steps; I havekept his way and have not turned aside. I have not departed from the commandment of his lips; I have treasuredthe words of his mouth more than my portion of food. For he will complete what heappoints for me, and many such things are in his mind. “

It is sometimes quite difficultto focus and to write when you are just not feeling well.  You start a page and give up.  You throw out your “inspired” moment.  You toss the idea – “oh, that wasn’tGod speaking to me anyhow. . .” When these “things” happen to us, it’s reallyeasy to feel separated from God, from our friends. . . no one likes acomplainer – we all have problems and you reach a point where you just get sickand tired of being sick and tired.

However, in the midst of it all,I am a firm believer that, if everything seems to be going your way and thereis no opposition, one of two things is occurring:  [1] it’s the calm before the storm and the Lord is preparingyou for battle; reminding you how to put on your armor and how to stand. [2] Youare riding on the “other side of the fence” and the enemy doesn’t feel a needto “bother” you.  So, in light ofnumber 1, above, I decided that I’ve been getting pushed around long enough. Withthe exception of the illness I have been fighting, I had suspicions about theother things that had been happening and should have had my armor shined, puton and ready for battle, shield held high.

As I stood inside of ourcommunity of believers this morning, I listened to hundreds of voices singingthe song, “You Never Let Go” by MattRedman

Eventhough I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Your perfect love is casting out fear
And even when I'm caught in the middle of the storms of this life
I won't turn back
I know you are near

And I will fear no evil
For my God is with me
And if my God is with me
Whom then shall I fear?
Whom then shall I fear?

(Chorus:)
Oh no, You never let go
Through the calm and through the storm
Oh no, You never let go
In every high and every low
Oh no, You never let go
Lord, You never let go of me

And I can see a light that is coming for the heart that holds on
A glorious light beyond all compare
And there will be an end to these troubles
But until that day comes
We'll live to know You here on the earth

(Chorus)

Yes, I can see a light that is coming for the heart that holds on
And there will be an end to these troubles
But until that day comes
Still I will praise You, still I will praise You

Asthe worship band and leaders led us in praise, the melody proceeded and thewords flowed from my lips as I joined the other believers. I listened to eachand every word as I realized that, although it was a time of trial and testing,and even though I am not quite sure exactly what God is doing in our lives, Iknow HE will NEVER let go! No matter what. No matter how long.  And there will be an end totroubles.  And, yes, I have andwill continue to praise Him in the midst of it all, I praise Him. 

As I pulled away from the church’sparking lot today, the sun was shining, it was 42ยบ (mid February!) and Irealized God would never let go.  Iknew that while I was feeling better today that tomorrow would be Monday.  The words to another old hymn floodedmy mind.  It has been one of myfavorites and it has sustained me many times over the years.  The writer was Ira Stanphill. I hope youwill find its words comforting, uplifting, and may the words to this songminister deeply to your soul.

I Know WhoHolds Tomorrow

I don't know about tomorrow;
I just live from day to day.
I don't borrow from its sunshine
For its skies may turn to grey.

I don't worry o'er the future,
For I know what Jesus said.
And today I'll walk beside Him,
For He knows what is ahead.

Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.


Every step is getting brighter
As the golden stairs I climb;
Every burden's getting lighter,
Every cloud is silver-lined.

There the sun is always shining,
There no tear will dim the eye;
At the ending of the rainbow
Where the mountains touch the sky.

Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.


I don't know about tomorrow;
It may bring me poverty.
But the one who feeds the sparrow,
Is the one who stands by me.

And the path that is my portion
May be through the flame or flood;
But His presence goes before me
And I'm covered with His blood.

Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.

To God be the glory forever, Amen.

“For God's Word is solid to the core; everythinghe makes is sound inside and out.  Heloves it when everything fits, when his world is in plumb-line true. Earth is drenched in God's affectionate satisfaction.” Psalm33:4-5 The Message




Grasshoppers and Giants

GRASSHOPPERS AND GIANTS In May 1972, I was preparing to begin a new chapter in my life as I was graduating from Bible College and prepari...