Showing posts with label church. Show all posts
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Thursday, June 23, 2016

Day Twenty-Three


James 5 15-16.jpg


I have the distinct pleasure of being a part of a local church, Card Ministry, and a Wednesday morning Bible Study.  I also have an almost daily partner with whom to share a passage or two of scripture with, as well as many acquaintances on Facebook that constantly share encouraging pictures, quotes, and passages of scripture to remind all the day long of what a loving and compassionate Saviour I have.  Yes, I am the special one!  With that being said, how then can I add to the two verses shown in the picture that Jesus’ brother James wrote?  Hmn:  somehow I think we’re about to find out!

Nearly each Sunday and Wednesday evenings, prayer and praise requests are shared before the church service begins.  Pleas for loved ones who are ailing, prayers for family members who are wavering in their faith, and reminders of those in our community who are suffering loss are common.  Praises for the works Jesus is doing in lives, for healing of our members, and sometimes just for a pretty day can often be heard as well.  So, so far we are minding these verses from James.  Let me share them with you again, in case the picture’s writing is too small to see:

And the prayer of faith will save the one who is sick, and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven. Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working.

Confession.  “Confess your sins to one another,” James commands us to do.  But don’t stop there; don’t stop at the first part of the sentence and overlook the latter part.  “Pray for one another.”  

Wait a minute.  I thought we were talking about my sins, my needs, my failures.  Why would I go from confessing things about me to praying for others’ needs?  I’m the one in need of help here.

That you may be healed.”

Ahh.  I get it.  When I take my eyes off of me, and put my heart into praying for others, I am then more like Jesus.  When I am more like Jesus, I become righteous through Him.  And then the last portion of the verse that says “The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working” shows what happens when Jesus steps in.  Great power happens.  The version you may be more familiar with says it this way:  “The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much” (KJV).  My prayers become effective rather than just empty thoughts that really haven’t considered the needs of those I may be praying for.  They “avail much” which is just another way of saying that the results are fruitful.  If I’m only praying for myself and whining to others but not giving them due diligence in return, how can Jesus possibly make me better?  After all, isn’t He the One Who denied Himself so that you and I might have life, liberty, and salvation? If He did this for me, shouldn't I be doing it for others as well?

In short, when we have needs, faults, sins and confess them one to another, we are showing our humanity and our need for our Redeemer.  Then, after saying our piece and counting to three, then we start praying one for another, and we see others’ needs for a Redeemer to get them out of the messes they’ve gotten entrenched in.  We realize we’re all in the same boat and without Christ to allow us smooth sailing, then we are helpless and hapless.  By recognizing others before us, we are putting Christ first, as He taught us to.  

God is doing great things in my church.  He’s doing mighty things in my personal walk with Him.  Though I joked to my gals yesterday in BS that apparently they hadn’t been praying enough since my attitude was still a bad one all week, I had to reprimand myself and question:  “Stef, did you pray for them as much as you should have?  Did you speak to God personally on their requests or did you do a lump sum prayer and just throw their needs all together in one big heap and expect God to handle it?”  If I am not going to do my part, how dare I expect anyone else to do hers?  

That you may be healed.”  Oh Lord, sometimes I feel so very broken.  My body seems to be falling apart and my soul?  Oh my soul, Father!  It’s tattered, bruised, and weak.  As I told Steve the other night when he was once again trying to fix me, I don’t need him to take on that responsibility.  YOU are the Healer, Lord.  But he’s human and it’s his nature--much like mine and those reading this--to want to fix things, to offer helpful solutions, to loan out self-help books and/or offer websites that tell you how to cure/mend/fix/repair and the like.  I mean, aren’t we the wise ones who know so much?  Why listen and then pray with that soul instead of using our vast knowledge and experience to correct those many blights in others?

Yeah, I know why, Lord.  We don’t want to give up control.  We want to appear strong, hip and with it, and yes, we want to save others when clearly this is not our job.  In order for someone to confess his/her faults, there needs to be someone to listen, right?  Help me, I ask, to listen.  To pat comforting taps on an arm.  And then?  Remind me to be quiet except when I then take that soul’s hand in mine and pray to You and let Your power show itself mighty.  That’s my part, Father.  May I remember it and let You do Yours as I step out of the way and watch.  These things I pray in the sweet name of Jesus Christ, my Healer, Redeemer, and Saviour.  Amen.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Random thoughts of a harried blogger

June 9, 2015                                                       https://youtu.be/zulKcYItKIA

I was introduced to this song this morning and have listened to it four or five times now.  Click on the link and check it out for yourselves and see if you relate.

I'm tired, friends.  I'm tired of policemen being berated for doing their jobs.  I'm tired of hearing the sadness of people's voices as they discuss being alone because their spouses have left them--and their kids--to fend for themselves.  I'm tired of hearing how awful Obama is, how wonderful Bruce Jenner is, and I'm tired of  Christians being attacked because of taking stands that they think they are supposed to.  This Franklin Graham stuff is getting close to mob mentality and...I'm tired of it.

But what should I do?  Should I do anything?  

I have friends that are black.  I have friends that are white.  I have friends that are homosexuals and some that are homo sapiens.   I have friends that are adulterers, thieves, gluttons, boastful, liars.  I have friends who love the USA and friends who are planning to secede from it if given the opportunity.  I guess what I am saying is that I have friends of all backgrounds, races, preferences, religions, and beliefs.  I love them and they love me.  Do we agree on everything?  Hardly.  Do we practice the same lifestyles?  Not even close.  Are we on the same social platforms?  Same political party?  Do we drive foreign or domestic cars?

Who cares??  Why does it matter??  

Sigh.  I've been pondering this blog for several days now, whether to say anything and if so, how to do so unoffensively.  Or, should I speak boldly about what God says and let that damnation get the offenders in due time?  Should I let the masses hound it out and just sit back as mankind wars against itself, with the "experts" telling one another "truth" and from their pious thrones rule the world?  And just what did God really say about it all anyway?  And that, my dear loves, is where I am now.


Proverbs Chapter 6

Galatians Chapter 5

1 Corinthians Chapter 6

And then, blessedly, this verse followed:  

Without Jesus Christ sanctifying us and making us holy, none of us stands a chance.  None.  No one.  While I am not in any way condoning lifestyles of sin, my role here on this earth is not to judge but to reflect Christ.  Did He turn His back on sinners?  No!  Did He deprive them of His presence or did He seek them out purposely?  I'll help you out with that one:  He came to seek and to save that which was lost.  He didn't have to look far then and He certainly doesn't have to now.  We make it so easy for Him, don't we?  

I've been pondering how to take a "Christian" stand on these issues and I've come up with this:  I don't have to.  I don't have to tell the world how I feel about them and the choices they make.  While I am not to turn a deaf ear nor blind eye to sin, it is not my place to condemn.  Rather, I am to convince them by the way I live my life that when Jesus is allowed to clean up a mess such as me, then there is hope.  There is a future.  And there is love that covers a multitude of sins.  I'm living proof of the wonders God can do when sinners confess their need for a Saviour and allow Him to mold us into the image of His Son.  For you see, I was that fornicator.  I was that thief.  I was that gossiper.  Let's not even talk about my pride issues!  Honor my father and my mother?  Ha!  Take things that didn't belong to me?  Put other gods before my God--the worst sin of all?  With a shamed face and bowed head, I must confess that yes, it's me.  These sins and many more that are too shameful to speak of I had to lay at Christ's feet while He took the blows for my crimes.  Those stripes on His back should have been on mine.  That rejection He faced as God had to turn from Him should have been my final and ultimate judgement.  But it's not.  It isn't.  And it won't be.

Why?  Why Stef?  What makes you so special?  And what proof do you have that you won't be condemned?  How do you know that judgment won't fall on you?  I know some of your past and it's certainly not one to brag about.  How can you be so sure that you are forgiven and that these sins won't be held against you?

Sounds too good to be true, doesn't it?  For years I've been trying to figure it out myself, trying to believe that I was actually privy to this wonder.  Surely there must be some mistake.  I know me and my thoughts and my actions.  How could Jesus want a thing to do with me, much less have hand-picked me before time began, knowing the shame I'd bring Him?  I can't answer that one but I do know that I'm His.  I do know He saved me and that He loves me in an indescribable manner and all I can do now is thank Him and try to show that love to others.  He saw what I could be and thought it was enough, enough for Him to die for.  He thinks that about you too, my friend.  

So, in conclusion, if He so loved us, ought we not to love one another?  Can't we stand, side by side, in His truths, in His standards, and in His ways rather than trying to get in His way?  He doesn't need us to defend Him.  He needs us to represent Him, to imitate Him, and to lead others to Him.  We can't do that when we are looking down on others.  Only by interaction and side-by-side contact can we influence those around us.  Stop the shunning.  Quit pointing fingers.  When you quote the Bible, make sure you are doing so in the right context and not distorting the Truth.  Pray about things before taking action.  Perhaps the best thing for us to do is just be still.  God's got this.  He knew this day was coming.  It's not a surprise to Him.  Let's not so easily be shaken either.