A Crucible

I trust you read the title of this post correctly. I do not want to appear to be in competition with a play written by Arthur Miller. Miller's play depicts the events of 1692 that led to the Salem witch trials. He wrote his piece in the 1950s in response to McCarthyism, the US government's blacklisting of accused communists. In 1996 a film version starring Winona Ryder was awarded four stars. So I guess "The Crucible" is a pretty famous literary work. (Find an article on McCarthyism, "Blacklisted by History" at www.lifeworkforum.org/writingresources/articles.)

Today I'm writing about a crucible. The Lord brought the word into my mind while I was on a recent visit with friends. I thought I knew it's meaning, but went to a dictionary for verification. Our friends have a collection of dictionaries and I found the following comparison intriguing.

The American Dictionary of the American Language from 1828 defines a crucible as:

1. a chimical [sic]vessel or melting pot, made of earth, and so tempered and baked, as to endure extreme heat without melting. It is used for melting ores, metals. etc.
   
2. a hollow place at the bottom of a chimmical [sic] furnace.

That means that the word "crucible" existed and was used as early as the beginning of the 19th century to mean a container that was prepared in a way that allowed it to withstand extreme heat with no ill effects. Such a container was used in the process of refining ores and metals which required extremely high temperatures. Obviously any vessel not properly prepared would itself be destroyed in the process. Crucible could also mean the hollowed out spot at the bottom of the furnace where the purified materials would come to rest.

Webster's New World College dictionary, 4th edition, 2000 defines a crucible as:

1. a container made of a substance that can resist great heat, for melting, fusing or calcining ores, metals, etc.
2. the hollow at the bottom of an ore furnace, where the molten metal collects
3. a severe test or trial

The 2000 definition adds further details to the 1828 understanding and shows that word usage changes over time. Evidently a crucible isn't a vessel merely prepared in a special way. The substance of which the crucible is made is also special. In order to retain its integrity under the extreme conditions in which it is used, a crucible must be both made of an exceptional material and processed in a particular way.

A crucible is still the word used to describe the resting area for the refined materials at the bottom of the furnace, but is has another usage as well. Crucible can mean a severe test or trial, a struggle of immense proportion. I find myself relating to this seldom used word. There have been numerous points in my life where I have felt as if I've been living in a furnace. I've jokingly thought a few times that Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego from the book of Daniel had nothing on me. :-) But what is a furnace supposed to do anyway?

The main purpose of a furnace is to produce heat. I'm thankful for the one that warms our home by the lake when the wood stove is cold. Furnaces are used for many things beyond heating houses. One purpose in the industrial world is annealing. My own Webster's Encyclopedic Unabridged Dictionary of the English Language, 1989 tells me that to anneal means to:

1. heat (glass, earthenware, metals, etc.) to remove or prevent internal stress.
2. to free from internal stress by heating and gradually cooling
3. to toughen or temper: to anneal the mind.

Now I'm beginning to identify with a crucible as I consider my walk through this fallen world.

I certainly am basic ore, formed of raw materials and in need of refining. If I forget the impurities in my every day life, I am certainly reminded when the going gets tough. Facing a demanding task or a short deadline, adrenalin begins to flow and I can easily turn to sin. Anger, criticism, nasty attitudes, etc. spill out when I lose sight of Jesus and rest in myself. Being judged or misunderstood by others can open the door to all kinds of temptation. The furnace is on high, I can hardly breathe, and I all I want is to escape.

Praise God that He does not leave me in that place alone. The furnace is part of His plan to purify me from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:9 As I move through the heating and cooling process His Spirit uses it to temper my soul. Every time I go through the ups and downs of life, the Holy Spirit toughens my spirit. The heat phases teach me that I can stand in the face of adversity. The cooling off phases give me deeper understanding of the power of restoration and reconciliation. As a matter of fact, just recently I noticed that I am able to rest in the Lord more fully when faced with familiar struggles. May His Name be forever praised. Amen

How thankful I am that "we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are - yet was without sin." Hebrews 4:15 Jesus understands every challenge and temptation I face. He was able to meet every situation with the exact response that was needed.

When things get sticky, there are lots of ways to respond. I have tried a lot of them. I can curl up in a helpless ball. I can dissolve into hopeless tears. I can throw a temper tantrum. I can turn my frustration and anger on others. I can apply the threatening-to-undo-me energy to a physical project. I can stop and pray. I turn on a worshipful CD. I can open my Bible and dwell in my Daddy's Truth. I can call a mature friend and seek godly counsel. It's hard to believe, but Jesus faced this same span of choices when He walked this earth. (Okay, maybe not the CD player or the telephone.) Yet He never made any of the wrong choices.

Of course, the key is that Jesus was fully divine at the same time He was fully human. His knowledge and understanding were perfect. He knew who was talking to Him in the desert when He responded with Scripture. Luke 4:1-13 He knew the heart of the woman at the well when He spoke of her sin and the living water available to her. John 4:1-26 He saw behind the white wash facade of the Pharisees when He confronted them about their hypocrisy. Matthew 23:13-29 He understood the blasphemy of the money changers when He drove them out of the temple. Mark 11:15-17 He was prepared for Peter's betrayal and repentance when He spoke to him with tenderness. Matthew 26:31-34 His human side must have been incredibly disrupted, but Jesus responded perfectly in every one of these situations.

Hallelujah, this same Jesus, the Son of God, has placed His Holy Spirit into the heart of every believer and this Spirit is ready, willing and able to guide us in the way we should go. John 14:16,26 As I shared with a dear friend recently, "It's not the jumbled up reactions we have that are the problem. It's the human experience in this fallen world. We need not be surprised that we feel stretched by what happens around us. It's what happens next that's the issue" 1 Peter 4:12

The impurities that appear when the furnace heats up in my life are ugly. I am made of special materials, was chosen by God before the world came to be, and my life is already laid out for me. Psalm 139, Ephesians 1:4, Jeremiah 29:11 God's Word tells me that every high and low temperature is arranged for my benefit. Romans 8:28 They are all part of the annealing process of this crucible walk. The way I/we choose to respond to them is the key.

Do we turn our hearts toward our heavenly Father? Do we look to our older Brother? Do we rely on the Holy Spirit? Do we express our love for God by choosing obedience? John 14:15 Every time we do these things, we show forth God's glory. We are conquerors in His Name and we are refined for His purposes.

Another awesome glimpse of God in my life is revealed. I walk the crucible's path through the furnace of fiery tests and trials. The heat produced by God's loving power and applied through His sovereign providence causes my sin to rise to the surface. Christ speaks to His Father on my behalf and His Holy Spirit steps in at the perfect moment to cool the temperatures to keep me from breaking. He draws me unto Himself in repentance, faith and love. I rest in the purifying nature of the sanctification process of this life. It is the peace and joy of my salvation. I will arrive on heaven's shores without any scorching, singe-free, not even smelling of smoke. Daniel 3:27 Hallelujah!

O, thank You, my God, for creating me and preparing me to be victorious in this life as I glorify Your Name and enjoy You forever. Amen

"Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

New World Order

I suppose that most blog updates will deal with the US presidential election for some time to come, whether they originate inside our outside our borders. If that's what you're looking for here, you might want to go elsewhere.

The glimpse the Lord has shown me recently is on a much larger scale. There's an insidious illness creeping across the globe. The commonality of symptoms and coordination of efforts combine to expose the unity of purpose. The threat shouldn't surprise those of us who know Scripture. The book of Revelation talks about the nations of the world being drawn together under one world government.

I trust that all Americans are well aware of the attacks being perpetrated on the family. State after state is moving, some rushing, to recognize homosexual relationships as some sort of sanctioned union. (Congratulations Arizona for holding the line.) Parental authority is questioned by social mores as well as in our institutions and courts. I could go on, but in the interest of space and time will stop there.

These same destructive inroads are present and developing in other countries. The family has been under severe attack in Germany by homosexual activists for some time. The police have begun placing children in mental institutions when parents refuse to subject them to the sexually explicit, lock step public school system. It would be naive to think that these activities are independent "infection" sites or just a general, natural downward spiral. Rather, they are evidence of the infiltrating nature of the life-threatening illness.

"German Federal Minister of Justice Brigitte Zypries campaigned recently in California to urge voters to follow the lead of Germany and the rest of Europe in promoting 'same sex marriage' by defeating Proposition 8." This initiative was a response to the California Supreme Court's decision to strike down a 2000 vote by a majority of Californians to define marriage as being between a man and a woman. (Congratulations California on its passage.) You can read the full article concerning this connection at http://www.c-fam.org/publications/id.862/pub_detail.asp.

I would suggest that the original bacteria is sin - rebellion against God, the Maker, Sustainer, and Sovereign of heaven and earth. Sin caused Lucifer to be cast out of heaven and entered the human race in Eden. Sin is represented and championed by Satan, God's enemy. John 10:10 tells us that his goal is to "steal and kill and destroy". There's a monolithic feel to the world-wide conflagration because it has one source and one purpose.

The attack on marriage and family is obvious. Let's remember a related target. Leviticus 18 and 20 may provide the most graphic depiction. These two chapters are where the worship of false gods is horrifically pictured by parents sacrificing their children to the fires of Molech. Satan's goal is to have all mankind defy God in our hearts and minds and actions. The destruction of marriage and family puts the next generation at serious risk.

Paul describes the process this way in 1 Peter 5:8b, "Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour." He also explains our response to the perpetual attack in surrounding verses. "Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you." (6,7) "Be self-controlled and alert." (8a) "Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that your brothers throughout the world are undergoing the same kind of suffering." (9)

We need not be overwhelmed or depressed. Christ has already gained the victory. Our rescue has been accomplished. We need not panic or run helter-skelter. The task at hand is the same today as it is every day, "When I shut up the heavens so that there is no rain, or command locusts to devour the land or send a plague among my people. If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land." 2 Chronicles 7:13,14

Whether we feel overcome by the sin in our own hearts or homes, in our church or community, in our country or the nations of the world, God's promises are sure. We must each come to Him with a repentant heart, seeking the cleansing work of the Holy Spirit, and trusting in the saving work of Christ's blood. When we do, 1 John 1:9 assures us that, "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins, and purify us from all unrighteousness.

It's time for God's people to pursue the consecration of our lives in the moment by moment experience of it. The process is not a heavy burden but a reviving discipline and joyous adventure. We discover the expected comfort promised to those blessed ones in Matthew 5:4 who mourn their sin. We look forward to the peace and rejoicing of eternity in heaven. God is good!

I pray that this glimpse will cause you, as it has me, to commit yourself more fully to personal holiness while we rest in the sovereign providence of our heavenly Father.

Lug Nuts and Eternity

I've had a run in with lug nuts lately. It wasn't pretty and I'd rather not repeat it any time soon - or ever for that matter. The glimpse it gave me of eternity is something I'm still pondering.

It was a lovely afternoon when Curt and I headed for the grocery store. We'd been out doing errands and that was the last one on our list. It felt good to be looking at wrapping everything up and then going home to enjoy the evening. The sudden arrival of an ominous "clunk, clunk, clunk" from the front of the Jeep didn't bode well for that happy ending.

We pulled over to the side of the road and did our best to determine the source of the troublesome noise. It was coming from the right front quarter, but we couldn't identify the exact location. When we were both back in the vehicle Curt said, "Well, I guess we're headed to the garage instead of the grocery store." And off we went.

We traveled along at a slow speed, doing our best to keep from making matters worse. As Curt approached a corner and applied the brakes, the sound stopped all together. He said, "Well, that's good news. It's probably got something to do with the brakes." I asked why that was good news. "Because at least we know the wheel won't fall off," he replied.

We made it about another four or five miles before the "BOOM" happened. The Jeep shook as if it had been hit by a bomb. The antenna whipped across and down, slamming into the windshield. I looked over at Curt and his arms were out straight as he hung onto the steering wheel with every ounce of strength. His foot was out straight too applying the brakes with all his might. It felt as if we'd driven right into a wall.

Yes, it was scary inside the cab, but that wasn't all. As the car skidded down the road out of control, two mailboxes were fast approaching on the right. I figured that the worst that would happen there was that we would take them out at ground level. It was the telephone pole that loomed just a little farther down the shoulder that caused my heart to pump. All I could do was hold on.

We came to rest just past the mailboxes and about six feet before the pole. Without a doubt, God had just canceled a possible appointment with Him in eternity. I put my hand on Curt's arm and asked if he was okay. He let me know he was shaken up, but that he wasn't hurt at all. We jumped out to survey the scene.

The right front wheel had sheared off the axle and was laying a hundred feet or so behind us on the road along with some other fragments. Curt went to retrieve them. I looked at the right front quarter panel that resembled an old-fashioned can of sardines that had been opened upward by its little metal key. No wonder the antenna had whipped across the windshield.

We got on our cellphones right away. I called AAA for a tow and Curt called to alert the garage that we were on the way. As we hung up a car pulled over in front of us and a young man flew out of the passenger seat and headed toward us. He wanted to know if we were okay, really all right. When he knew we were fine he told us he was a mechanic and offered to help us if he could. I sensed right away that he was God's ministering angel.

When he looked at the wheel though he realized there wasn't anything he could do. He pointed out that two of the lug nuts had sheered right off. He let us know that something unusual must have happened for that to take place. His mother got out of the driver's seat and came back to check on us as well. She pointed out that we were on a very dangerous stretch of road and encouraged us to put our flashers on. Evidently there had been a number of serious accidents right in that area. I wasn't sure how they'd take it, but I let them know they were sent by God to care for us. We thanked them profusely for their help and waved good-bye as we waited for help.

There are no words to fully explain the despair that enveloped us both as we stood there by our damaged vehicle. My mind simply wouldn't compute. I turned to God for the why? how? what? answers, but nothing came. I could tell that Curt was also struggling with the whole situation. We are not new to disaster and pain, but this seemed to come out of nowhere and was over the top. Confusion reigned.

It was clear that I would get no answers for a while, if ever. I decided right then and there to commit myself and the whole situation to God. I made my statements out loud.

Father, I sure don't get it. Why would such a thing happen? You know how we've been under the gun lately. How could something like this come on top of all of that? It makes no sense to me. What are you trying to show us?

I even shared my thoughts with Curt, "You know, I don't get it, but I KNOW for sure that God has us right here by the side of the road in this mess. He's the one who arranges every detail of our lives and even though this isn't pretty, it's His doing."

Okay, God, I don't understand. I don't like it. I don't want to be here, but I yield to your plan for this day. I know you have good planned for my life and I'll trust that this somehow fits into that good. I give up. I'm Yours. Do as You see fit, Father.

I was reminded of 1 Samuel 3:18 which I had read earlier that week. "He is the Lord; let Him do what is good in His eyes."

It was dismal but the Lord started to show me some of the silver lining of the crash. There was a small store nearby where I could use the bathroom. Curt was able to get a drink when he was thirsty. God sent another couple of people to stop and check on us. It helped to be reminded that He hadn't forgotten us there by the side of the road. It became obvious pretty quickly as cars went whizzing by that we really did need the flashers. God made sure we had the information we needed.

After almost an hour the mechanic's mom came back by. She said she'd told her son that if we were still here she would stop and offer to take us wherever we needed to go. Just then the tow truck pulled up so I said it would be nice if she'd take me to the garage to avoid being crowded into the tow truck cab. She pulled into the driveway of the abandoned house where we were to pick me up. Hah, the tow truck blocked her in so we had to sit and talk. I learned that she was a sister in Christ and her dad was a deacon at the church just down the road. God is good!

While the Jeep was loaded up we exchanged names and rejoiced in the Lord. I told her then and there that as far as I was concerned she was Angel Bonnie. :-) We got back to the garage a little before Curt and the tow truck. I thanked Angel Bonnie heavily and prayed over her as I hugged her good-bye. When I let her go she asked me how we were going to get home. I said I didn't know. She suggested she wait at the curb while I checked with Curt. Still being in a daze, I agreed with more thanks.

The paperwork only took five minutes and we were in Angel Bonnie's car riding home. We continued to revel together in the goodness of the Lord. When we got to the house she didn't want to come in and have a cup of tea. She wouldn't take anything we offered. Angel Bonnie just wanted to care for us and then get home to care for her dad. More evidence of her angellic occupation. So Curt prayed over her and she went on her way.

We went into the house a bit deflated. We had the whole weekend ahead of us with only one vehicle, not such a burden, really. The rub was that we were scheduled to pick up some friends at the airport in Boston on Monday. It just felt like another nail in the coffin of discouragement. I'm sad to report that the joy over the many blessings of the Lord in the midst of such ugly circumstances only managed to keep our noses just above the waves. :-(

We made the trip to Logan Airport in my vehicle and enjoyed a lovely evening with our friends. The next day we asked if they would like to visit our church building. The dad was quite interested so we set off. While he and I were upstairs in the sanctuary Curt received a call from the garage. The owner said he found the problem with the wheel quite intriguing. He asked Curt if he left the Jeep unattended for long periods of time. He let him know that it does sit in the church parking lot for hours several times a week. The garage owner said that was interesting because it was his professional opinion that the sheared bolts were not the result of normal wear and tear nor loosening of the nuts. Rather, two of the lug nuts had been removed. It was an act of sabotage. Or as someone else described it a bit dramatically, attempted murder.

When I went downstairs with our friend Curt related that conversation to us. I couldn't believe my ears. Suddenly there was a witness from God's Word to my soul and it all made sense. John 15:20 says, "No servant is greater than his master. If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also." This incident was not the first time Curt and I have faced such obvious persecution. Years ago a church where we were serving was firebombed because "Lucifer doesn't like what's being preached in there."

I started to jump and dance. If I'd had pompoms I'd have given a cheer. I'm guessing our friend thought I was a bit strange. It was complete confirmation that what we were offering to God in our lives must be on the right track. The enemy doesn't waste his time frustrating those who are already under his control. Oh Hallelujah to the Lord!

Philippians 4:4 came to mind - the call to rejoice in all circumstances. Matthew 5:10 and following reminded me of the blessings that are assured for those who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness and that the response needed to be rejoicing and gladness.

We stopped right there in the hallway and prayed. We praised God for showing His faithfulness, for offering His tender mercies, for revealing His protection in the face of evil. Glory to His Name. It was a fitting conclusion to the mess by the side of the road and celebration of who God is and how He cares for His people. Thank you, Jesus.

Since that day I continue to ponder what God would have me see in those lug nuts. Yes, He took care of us in spite of what was done against us. As Joseph reported, though someone means something for evil, God means it for good. Not only did the revelation lift up my faith higher than I can imagine, but it broke the chains of depression and discouragement that had been making me miserable. God's word is true. Hallelujah to the Risen King!

I'm sure you can imagine that Curt's considering putting locking lug nuts on the wheels of his newly repaired Jeep. It's a sensible course of action. Well, now I'm commited to making sure that nobody can tamper with the lug nuts of my spiritual life either. I sure don't want the wheel to fall off of my life and send me into the ditch of depression again.

It will take a major disruption to keep me from Sunday morning corporate worship. The times I've got set aside to spend with my Savior and Lord personally are less likely to fall by the wayside even on a busy day. I want to turn to the Lord quickly in every circumstance. I lay my will at His feet and sit to abide in His presence. Lord empower me by Your Holy Spirit to live a life fully yielded and pleasing to You. Amen

Curt and I avoided the trip to eternity that day on the road. The Lord has clearly given us more time to be refined for our eternity with Him. Father, please accomplish your plan for our lives.

Here's my question for you:
Are your spiritual lug nuts as secure as they need to be?

Lessons at the Wood Pile

I pray that you read the title correctly. It is a wood pile, not a wood shed. :-)

Those of us who live in places that enjoy a cold winter season know that wood can be your best friend. When temperatures drop and fuel costs rise, wood loaded into the firebox of a wood stove can make life toasty. The Farmer's Almanac says that we're supposed to have a cold, snowy winter this year. That means that wood will become an even closer friend in the coming months.

We've had three cords of wood delivered and about a half of a cord given to us. Most of it was dumped on a portion of our driveway and the rest in a spot across the street. The next order of business was to get it all properly stacked and covered before the snow flies. That takes a lot of time and physical labor. Today was the day.

Labor Day brought the opportunity with its holiday pace and cool breezes. So Curt and I worked side by side to accomplish the task. Along the way the Lord offered glimpses of His amazing providence. First, it was a wonderful opportunity to practice the working relationship the Lord has been building in us over the last 40 years. Lately I've been noticing how He's refining that gift and it was a joy to behold.

First, it was my responsibility to ask Curt how he wanted to pursue the project. It was an excellent analogy for our marriage. Since he's the head, his plan is the one I need to follow. He showed me the process he wanted to undertake and we began. It felt good to be part of an activity that was moving us forward in accomplishing a goal.

I picked up logs and did my best to figure out how they fit into the growing pile. There were big ones that set firmly and little ones that nestled into alcoves they created. It reminded me of 2 Corinthians 12 where Paul explains how God gives spiritual gifts. They're meant to fit together in his body the same way the various parts of our physical body fit together.

Curt decided it would be helpful if I built the towers that hold up the ends of the piles. He gave me the more squared-off logs to use. My favorite part of that assignment was that he trusted me to do it. Then he told me I did a good job as I finished each one. It was a glorious time of positive interaction. What a treat!

As we moved through the task it became clear to me that Curt was the better stacker. He had a way of choosing logs and fitting them together efficiently that I simply didn't. My forte seemed to be in creating open pathways for doing the job and clearing up the edges behind him. From time to time I would toss logs closer to Curt leaving the scraps at a distance. He made faster progress and I felt useful - a win, win combination.

There were a couple of times when I wasn't sure about what he was doing. It didn't seem to make sense. I chose to be quiet and wait to see how it turned out. I'm happy to say that in each case his idea turned out to be a clever one. Was I really that surprised? :-)

The project took a couple of hours or so. We became an increasingly effetive team as we communicated our feelings, desires, and goals. The wood got stacked, the driveway got cleared, and the winter fuel got stored. We stepped back to admire the finished product and I realized that the neat stacks of wood were only part of it. An afternoon spent expending our energy together and being able to see the results was almost overwhelming. I had the sense that God has orchestrated the day for just such a purpose.

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28

Lifeguard Chairs and Grapevines

It's July and we're finally getting something like summer weather up here. The new picture on this page gives a hint of the glorious sunsets we expect to see across our beach in the coming weeks. I guess it's a good time to share one of my analogies. An analogy, according to my Merriam-Webster pocket dictionary, is "a likeness in one or more ways between things otherwise unlike." This analogy compares a lifeguard chair and the vine of John 15.

I'd been going through a stretching time and felt as if I could barely keep my head above water. I'm not sure if the process came in gradual stages or was an abrupt awakening, but one day I found myself resting and peaceful. The Holy Spirit had lifted my eyes above the waves and I was able to focus on the amazing grace and awesome promises of God. I felt a bit like Peter in Matthew 14 as he stepped out of the boat to meet His Lord that stormy night.

I knew that the waves of discord and distraction were still there, but I was able to look beyond them to the steady horizon that spoke of the faithfulness of my Father. His peace and power carried me above the confusion and agony. It wasn't as if the problems and struggles didn't exist. It was just that they didn't matter, had no sway over me, as I pondered the character of God and rested in His presence. I didn't want to ever sink below those waves again.

I figured that I'd be able to avoid following the rest of Peter's example where fear caused him to start to sink among the waves. I decided that I simply wouldn't let the wind scare me. My strategy to keep my heavenward focus was to climb up into a virtual lifeguard chair. That was the feeling I had and I thought it was pretty clever. After all, I'd be able to sit back and relax in a place that would automatically elevate my eyes above the waves. I could come right up out of the hot sand that wants to burn my feet, away from the difficulties of every day life. Now that would be grand!

I held onto that image for a while. I would concentrate on looking up to God whenever I caught sight of the waves or felt my feet beginning to feel warm. When I sensed the beginning of that internal pressure that leads to panic I would remind myself of how secure and peaceful I felt sitting in my lifeguard chair. The Holy Spirit took me back to the basic truths of the faith: God is love, 1 John 4:16; He chose me to be His own, Ephesians 1:11; He is all-powerful, Job 26:22; the struggle is spiritual not physical, Ephesians 6:12; and others. I would climb back up and rest in the lifeguard chair. Oh, it felt so good.

Then more time passed and life moved forward. As is wont to happen, the various forces of the fallen world, my weaknesses, the annoyer, and his minions played havoc all around me. The wind blew to ignite the embers of fear and I forgot my secure perch. After another round of treading water and gasping for breath, God reached out with His love-filled hand to tip my chin toward His face. He drew me to Himself by the power of His Holy Spirit and spoke softly.

Yes, Sandra, the lifeguard chair is one of my gifts to you. You need to be there not only for yourself but to minister my life-saving truths to others in deep water. Philippians 1:23,24 The problem is that you can't get there simply by calling up an image or conjuring up a feeling - not even with remembered Scripture. You need to seek me with your whole heart. You need to yield everything to me; every wish, every plan, every imagination, every affection . . . every thing. When you do I will be found by you, and I will bring you back from captivity. Jeremiah 29:13

I am still imperfect and I still live in a fallen world where God's and my enemy prowls as a roaring lion. I don't expect the waves or the wind to become smooth or painless. I don't expect to understand nor enjoy every detail of the refining process as it unfolds. What I do expect is for my Omnipotent Sovereign to expand this heavenly glimpse into my life according to His perfect providence. I expect my Loving Father to keep His promise from Romans 8:30 to prepare me fully for eternity with Him. I foresee relaxing more often in His lifeguard chair as I remain more fully in the True Vine.

May God grant each of you the glimpse you need to have in your own walk with Him.

Jigsaw Puzzles and God's Providence

Hurrah, it’s June and the temperatures are finally beginning to rise. We’re still experiencing the wind that blows in the spring until the earth and air both warm up to summertime levels. Who cares? At least the snow is gone.

I’m in the midst of a busy phase. God has arranged a travel schedule that reminds me of the old days and there are a number of special events as well, such as Caroline’s ballet recital. (She was the best ballerina in the whole show.) J With so much going on, God’s lessons concerning His Providence have been coming in handy. Every time I stop to consider the way the Lord has blessed me through His sovereignty, I receive an image of a jigsaw puzzle.

I’m an avid puzzler though I don’t always have time to enjoy this hobby. There’s something that draws me to the activity of matching the “innies” and “outies” of each piece according to color, shape and size. Whenever I make a fit I do a minor victory dance in my head. As I see the overall picture developing fresh bursts of enthusiasm flow through me to fill in another area. In the end I tend to leave my finished puzzles on the table for a few days as I marvel at the finished task. It’s a joyful form of recreation for me.

In a way, I think we could consider God to be the Master Puzzler. His hand is in the process of putting together the pieces of His Masterwork. He knows the picture that’s on the box, so to speak, and is coordinating every detail to assure its completion. Romans 8:28-30 He developed His plan for the process before there was time or space and gave a hint of it to Adam and Eve. Genesis 3:15 He went about fitting the pieces together throughout the Old Testament and across the 400 years of intertestamental silence. He revealed more of His plan through the coming of His Son in the New Testament. 2 Timothy 1:8-10 There is no doubt that God will see the process through to the end. Philippians 1:6

Thinking of God’s providence in this way gives peace and comfort. There’s no need to worry about what’s going to happen next. God has a detailed plan and He is fitting the pieces of it together. Each shape will connect perfectly with the ones around it to form the proper image. The position of each piece benefits those adjacent to it and enhances the process and outcome at the same time. Jeremiah 29:11 We can rest in our relationship with God through Christ, knowing that His sovereignty operates in concert with His great love for us. John 15

What glory and honor, wonder and praise to be part of our Father’s heavenly Masterpiece. Amen

Not Enough Hours in the Day

I got back from two busy weeks in Hungary and Bosnia. I had just over two weeks to complete the follow-up to that trip as well as the preparations for ten days in Norway. I wasn't sure how I could get it all done. I started that old refrain, "There just aren't enough hours in the day." I caught myself repeating those words before my heavenly Father and felt the Holy Spirit's tempering presence. What was I really saying?

Are the 24 hours God built into creation and therefore my existence insufficient?
No, Father, I know better than that. Nothing you give is insufficient.

Isaiah 58:11 says, "The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame."

Philippians 4:19 tells me "And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus." If I needed more than 24 hours, Father God would give them to me.

Since 24 hours is what God gives each day, I must conclude that they are sufficient. I'm drawn on in my quest for understanding.

I notice that my days are pretty hectic a lot of the time. They don't seem to reflect the kinds of days that Jesus lived nor the kind that I read about throughout Scripture as a holy life. God gave His Son roughly 33 years on this earth and only about three of them were spent in direct ministry. I don't get the sense that Jesus was falling asleep each night worrying about what He didn't get done that day and trying to figure out how to fit more into the next one. Yet Jesus' final words report that He'd accomplished everything His Father sent Him to do. "It is finished." John 19:30 So what's wrong with my picture?

How do I get into this frenetic pace?
Father, since the 24 hours You give me each day are sufficient for what you've sent me to do, I must be confused about what you expect.

Now I have to tell you that's a shocking consideration. I spend a fair amount of time and energy figuring out what to put on my To Do List that will be pleasing to my Father. I have no doubt that the things I undertake are worthy of my attention in that light. I mean, after all, I've honed this skill over almost 40 years of being in His Son. :-)

Micah 6:8 instructs, "He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God."

Ephesians 2:10 informs, "For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do."

John 15:1-8 explains the vine and the branches connection we are to have with God through Christ. The fruit of "good works" is the natural outgrowth of "remaining" in Him.

There are lots and lots and lots of meaningful and wonderful activities to undertake and services to perform in our Savior's Name. All of my days could be filled from morning to night and beyond with good-looking and productive ministry. If it's not the amount of time, maybe what I need to do is look at whether or not they are what my Father has given me to do.

Not by accident, the Holy Spirit arranged for me to be led to Luke 10:38-42 this week. It's not the first time He's highlighted this passage for me and I sense it will not be the last. I recognized that I was being challenged in my Martha life, "worried and upset about many things." I appreciated the reminder that Mary, who "sat at the Lord's feet listening to what He said" was the one who had "chosen what is better." BUT His Sweet Spirit revealed to me, in the midst of this very personal quest, that Mary's choice, sitting at the feet of her Savior and listening to what her Master said is the "only one thing that is needed."

The only one thing I need to do as far as my Father is concerned is to sit at the feet of His Son, the One who secured the access I have to Him, and listen to what He says. Sit and Listen, that's it. I have to confess that it's overwhelming for a dyed-in-the-wool Martha to take in that profound Truth. ONLY ONE THING IS NEEDED, TO SIT AND LISTEN TO JESUS.

I want to let you know that the process of this awareness has been slowly creeping over me. The last few months God has been blessing me in the times of daily reading and meditating and praying He's been giving me. It has called for the self-discipline He's granted me through His Spirit as explained in 2 Timothy 1:7, but it's really been the result of His grace. This latest glimpse is life-changing, but in many ways is a piece of the growth I praise Him for nurturing in me. By His grace I am becoming aware of the truth of Acts 17:28, "For in him [God] we live and move and have our being."

Of course, I know there's a long way for this old Martha to go before she feels comfortable in a Mary-type role. There have been a lot of years spent in that list-making mode. Actually, I trust my Father to use the gifts He's given me in those areas for His purposes as He moves me along His rehabilitation program. We do need to "act justly" and be about those "good works" He's got for me to do. He's already made some pretty amazing progress and I give testimony to it as the evidence of the Creator's infinite love for this undeserving creature. More and more I come to understand that each minute, each hour, each day is under His sovereign hand and as we sit and listen we will be able to see His completed providence in each of those frames.

Today I am praising our God for the intellectual, spiritual, personal, and experiential Truth of 2 Corinthians 12:9 "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."

Oh Father, please allow me to continue on with Paul, "Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong."

May God show His all-sufficient grace to you in the busy-ness of your life. Amen

As Vital as Oxygen

Curt and I just got back from a trip that called for a short domestic plane ride. The flight attendant went through the directions before take-off. I’ve heard them dozens of times, but the following portion started me thinking.

"When the oxygen masks come down, put your own mask on before attempting to assist those around you."

It dawned on me that the same dynamic exists in our spiritual lives. We need to make sure that we have a secure flow of “oxygen” ourselves before attempting to assist those around us with their “oxygen” supply.

We all have other people in our lives that we want to nurture in the faith. Parents want to make sure their children know God and respond to Him with love and obedience. Friends want to encourage those they care about to answer the Savior’s call and live for Him with integrity. Sharing the gospel and stirring each other up in accordance with Ephesians 2:10 is a driving force for the Christian. However, to do so effectively we must first make sure our own faith is firmly in place.

It’s not possible to offer the Truth of God’s Word to anyone else, if we are not submitting ourselves to its healing, growing message on a regular basis. We cannot suggest that someone else get to know the Lord Jesus with heartfelt enthusiasm, if our own relationship with Him is not thriving. It’s counter-productive to try to direct Christian behavior in or model it for our children, if we are not before the Lord ourselves for guidance in right living and self-discipline. We cannot exhort a fellow believer properly, if we are not confronting sin in our own lives.

You know, this parable could get to be annoying. After all, I leave tomorrow on an international trip. In the next two weeks I’ll probably hear these same directions several times as I make connecting flights between cities. Usually I don’t pay too much attention to the flight attendants because I’ve heard them so many times. This little scenario has caught me though and I suspect I’ll be more attuned to the information they’re trying to impart to me. I’ll keep my head up.

Father, I know that before I can open the riches of your Love for someone else to see and enjoy, I need to experience it myself. Please make sure my “oxygen mask” is securely in place. Teach me to breathe in Truth through your Word. Give me a hunger and thirst for righteousness that I cannot ignore. Enable me by the power of your Holy Spirit to grow in your Grace that your Name would be glorified. Allow me to revel in this intimate relationship with you for all eternity. Amen

Tending the Fire

It was a cold morning, not unusual for February in Maine. When I went downstairs it was 50° and I knew I needed to pump up the fire. I opened the door of the wood stove and saw only ashes. Well, that made sense since we’d gone to bed more than eight hours before. I wanted to coax the flames to life so I could enjoy their comfortable warmth.

I was hoping there were sufficient embers to promote the process, but I wasn’t sure. I crumpled up three or four pieces of newspaper and set them in the fire box. Then I laid a few smaller pieces of wood on top of them. It didn’t take too long for some wispy tendrils of smoke to begin to make their way out of my carefully laid “fire bait”. I watched and waited for several more minutes, but the newspapers didn’t seem to want to flare up.

Out of frustration I finally took a lit match and touched it to the edges of the paper I was using as a starter. Sure enough the newspaper caught and I sat on the floor smiling into the hint of light in the black interior of the wood stove. There wasn’t a lot of heat being thrown my way, but the dancing reds and oranges and yellows cheered my heart. I was pleased with the progress I was making.

It didn’t take long for the quick flare up to die down and eventually become a barely smoldering mess. There was even a lump of unburned newspaper stubbornly sitting in the ashes staring at me. The tiny, shimmering sparks on its blackened surface seemed to mock my efforts. I could feel the determination to see this job to a roaring end rise up in my heart.

I couldn’t let frustration lead me to defeat. No way was I going to wake Curt up to ask for help. I reminded myself that I was a mature woman with lots of experience with camp fires. Besides, I couldn’t allow myself to be overcome by such a simple chore. I knew that I just needed to bear down and put my whole self into it. I got down to business.

I moved away the rubble of my first attempt and hunted for the glowing embers that had made themselves known earlier. I used a poker to gather together these reminders of the previous night’s fire. I carefully laid some fresh balls of newspaper around them to increase the possibility of ignition – not too tight and not too loose. Next I erected a teepee shape of kindling, slightly sturdier than the paper, over them.

This time as the newspaper began to show signs of life I added the encouragement of a match. The result was a concentration of flames that licked upward into the next level of fuel. My heart began to believe that I was going to be able to get this thing going after all. I decided I was a pretty good, old Girl Scout. I figured it wouldn’t be long before I’d be warming myself before my very own glowing stove.

When the kindling was ablaze I tenderly placed a couple of pieces of the next size wood into the wood box. I was careful not to smother the flames as I worked. I did my best to arrange the logs so that their “most likely to ignite” side was available to the heat. I didn’t want to go too quickly, but I knew if I waited too long before adding more fuel that wouldn’t be good either. I was sure that all the information I’d stored up about fires would do the trick.

However, all of my best efforts and attention proved insufficient. Even with such a hopeful beginning the fire began to burn lower and lower. I finally gave in to the need for further assistance. I considered using the bellows as a last resort. You see, it ought to be enough to leave the door of the wood stove open to allow oxygen to pass over the fire, out the flue, and up the chimney. A reasonably capable person ought to be able to accomplish this task without the use of an outside accelerant. Reaching for the bellows felt like surrender.

I took stock of the scene in front of me and chose a spot that was already alive and intensely red. I placed the nozzle where the fire-feeding oxygen would prompt the embers to flourish. There was some loose bark just above a particularly promising hot spot. I wanted to apply my efforts where they had a high potential for success. I started squeezing the handles of the bellows together.

I knew that if I worked in a frenzy a quick flame would probably appear. However, I had already experienced the results of that strategy. I set about a steady pace of compressions. I noticed that besides offering a steady flow of oxygen, the regular tempo also made it easier to support the weight of the tool. It started to feel a bit as if I were blowing my own breath directly into the fire. I relaxed into the task at hand.

I noticed that resting on my knees and concentrating solely on the goal set before me was a peaceful feeling. The persistent rhythm of my hands on the bellows provided a routine into which it was easy to settle. Though I was actually in the middle of a project, I didn’t feel particularly stressed or anxious. As a matter of fact, my efforts in and of themselves were already warming my body against the cold around me.

It took sensible and consistently-applied effort, but the fire did spring to life. Flames flowed up from the base and engulfed ever-increasing size logs. As I fed the fire I grew entranced by its leaping and the combinations of color it displayed. Something that started out as a frustrating duty became a joyful occupation. After an hour of careful and constant tending I was able to tell Curt with integrity that the fire was indeed going for the day.

I need to confess though that once the fire was fully established, it was an effort to pull myself away to the responsibilities of the day. I finally headed upstairs to my computer, moving into the coldest room of the house. It would have been far easier to remain in front of the blaze, but there was work to do. I knew I needed to continue to feed the fire to keep the cold at bay. I was determined not to let such a wonderful source of comfort die and to bask in its warmth each time I go to tend it.

I’ve decided that this fire-starting business is as much art as science and requires as much faith as knowledge. I’m thankful for these times of looking more deeply into the events of every day life with the hand of the Holy Spirit on my shoulder.

Hm, did God show me the Downeast version of the parable of the seeds? Luke 8:1-15

Or was He giving me a picture of His work in the Church? Psalm 127

Or was He speaking to me about tending the flame in my own spiritual life? Matthew 6:33

Whatever the answer, God has given me a glimpse and the blessed opportunity to ponder it before Him.

Emmanuel

A Sure Foundation

Another week is here and the time to post has arrived. As I was pondering what to share with you I was reminded of another glimpse the Lord gave me. I caught it when I was skiing downhill at about 25 mph.

The day was beautiful - sunny skies, moderate temperatures, minimal crowds, and great grooming. No, I'm not talking about anyone's personal hygiene habits. I mean the snow. When you're talking about winter resorts, grooming means the care that's put into providing the best possible surface on which to ski. Grooming includes making snow, moving snow, etc. It takes a lot of time, energy and effort. As a matter of fact, dedicated staff will spend the whole night preparing trails and runs.

Well, this day the grooming was great. I was especially pleased because the week before it had been quite icy. I had called it quits after an hour and a half and waited inside for Curt. Whenever I'm on trails with patches of ice I get really cautious. I call it skiing in survival mode and I don't really enjoy it much at all. I'm pleased to report that the opposite was true this week.

I was tentative at first, trying to figure out how well my skis would respond. After the first two runs I knew that the surface would support me. I started skiing with confidence and enjoying afresh the Lord's creation. It was on one such glorious trip down the mountain that I explained what was happening to Curt. "I just realized that the condition of the snow makes a huge difference in the way I ski. Last week the surface kept shifting under me and I had to give up because I was overwhelmed by the fear of falling. This week the surface is secure and I'm discovering that I can carry much more speed and handle it without any trouble at all." He gave me the I-get-it smile.

We headed down the next stretch of trail and my thoughts turned toward God. It's like that in life, too. I need to be able to trust my foundation. If it's shifting and insecure, I become anxious and hesitant. I do not want to venture forth and do so at my own peril. When my foundation is solid and secure, I am confident and capable. I am able to step into new responsibilities, and learn and grow from them. What makes for a firm foundation?

Nothing is more stable and secure than God Himself. 2 Timothy 2:19a says, "God's solid foundation stands firm, sealed with this inscription: 'The Lord knows those who are his.' " Ephesians 2:20b tells us that Christ Jesus Himself is the "chief cornerstone" of that firm foundation. Hebrews 13:8 confirms that, "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever." With this sure, stable, solid, secure foundation there's no place for fear and anxiety. Victory and freedom are built on it. Another day of skiing on the outside, another day of rejoicing on the inside. Psalm 2 fills my soul. My life is abundant with faith and trust in Him.

Emmanuel

Through a Glass Darkly

It's early morning, but I can tell already that this day will be a strange one for January in Maine. The temperature has risen to almost 40 degrees. The air is so calm that the bough outside my window is absolutely still. There's a delicate beauty in the droplets gently suspended from the pine needles, reminders of last night's rain. A heavy mist allows only the slightest peek at the beach before enveloping the rest of the lake and opposite shore. I feel snuggled into a world of secure serenity.

My life looks a lot like the view outside. The activity level generates a lot of warmth, shall we say, as I shuffle from one responsibility to another. There's a certain sense of calm in the daily routine I've developed - from one thing to the next and the next. God does intervene with reminders of His loving grace that bring beauty and sustain me as I go. He grants me glimpses of what's ahead as He shrouds the rest with His glory. I am secure in the sovereignty of my loving Father.

Before you get the wrong impression, my life isn't all warm and fuzzy. There are real deadlines to meet and regular people to love. There's dust and dirt to clean along with pain and grief to bear. There's limited time and energy to spend as well as faulty impressions and understandings to sort. While daily life goes on, I am struggling with some of the deepest, most basic issues one could ever imagine. In the midst of the turmoil God is enfolding me in His arms of compassion and truth. The result is the peace described in John 14:27.

Words fall far too short of being able to articulate the current battle being waged around me. The annoyer clearly wants my blood. The war cries and clashing swords are severe enough to deafen. This week some old, unredeemed tapes began to play themselves in my head. I felt the onslaught and reeled under its impact. My breath was taken from me as I looked right into the eyes of my oppressor. I began to slump to the ground and called to my Savior for rescue. Within minutes, through the passage in my daily Scripture reading, God sent the shining light of His truth into the fray. Who would have thought that a few verses in Numbers, that "boring" Old Testament book, would speak volumes into a 2008 life? Who would believe that a hard-fought habit to seek God daily through His Word would render peace that passes understanding? Who would believe that the Creator of the universe would reach out and touch little old me? The Victor came in and set my feet back upon the rock near Him. Exodus 33:21 Hallelujah!

I wish there were a way to describe the procedure by which to obtain such great comfort from our loving God. I guess if I could explain it in 10 easy steps, I'd be a millionaire with more than a cottage garret work space. The truth is that Scripture, from beginning to end, outlines the way to peace with God. It's not merely a New Testament conversion experience, though being born again is an introductory step. Rather, it's a relationship-building process undergirded and empowered by the fullness of His written revelation. From first word to last, the Bible shows us who God is and opens the way to get to know Him as Father, Sovereign, and Lord.

This week I learned that the more time I spend reading, pondering, and responding the closer God and I become. The troubles of this life are swallowed up in His intimate presence. It is a glimpse I won't soon forget. I'm inspired to see what's ahead in His unfolding glory. The mist covering the lake brings 1 Corinthians 13:12 to mind. "Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known." Oh how I yearn for that great day when I shall see my Father's face and be completely immersed in who He is. Amen

Heaven, a Taste of

I didn't post last week because our family was away for our annual retreat. Three generations gather to spend five days skiing and enjoying each other's company. Our main purpose is to praise and thank God for making us a family. The Lord was particularly close and loving this year. I'm not sure I can explain the power that was around me, but let me try.

It was Wednesday when Curt and I went to the top. We had two days of skiing under our belts to warm us up and whet our appetites. We got off the lift and headed toward the southwest. We paused to take in the view. the morning sun was glowing behind a light cloud cover creating an ethereal feeling. The sunrise rose color was diffused across the whole horizon. Even the layers of mist rising from the rows of valleys had a pink sheen. It was spectacular.

We drank in all we could and headed down the frozen mountain face. I quickly fell into my skiing rhythm. It's something the Lord built into me many years ago and it never ceases to amaze me when it returns. Left, right, up, down, balance, turn, accelerate. The wind flew by and suddenly there was only me and God.

I began praising Him for giving me the run. I thanked Him for the excellent snow surface and the sun that made the contours visible. I thanked Him for the ability to point my skis downhill and stay upright. Oooh, it felt so good. Then I noticed that I didn't have any pain anywhere. My body was flowing over the snow more like I was 20 than 60. I thanked God for His amazing grace.

All of this and much more praise flowed from my heart as I cut my path down the trail. I realized that nothing I had done or ever could do would qualify me for this kind of gift from the God of all creation. The exhilaration was almost overwhelming. Then it dawned on me that the blessing was much more than physical. The usual cares and concerns of my life hadn't been plaguing me. It was as if they ceased to exist.

Tears started to flow behind my goggles - from the joy not the cold. The love that God was pouring down on me was more than I could process. I knew it was real and specifically for me. When God gives a gift, He gives it full-blown and complete. Hallelujah, I thought, I'm in heaven.

There is no pain in heaven, no troubles or trials, no suffering or difficulties of any kind. It must feel just like this, communing with God with no distractions. The last section of the run was just as smooth as the first, continuing the conviction that I was enjoying the inner courts of my Father's house. At the bottom, I paused to get into the lift line and my right knee began to grumble at me." Hm, maybe it was just a taste after all. :-)

*Read the earlier postings about the Parable of the Knee to grasp this observation.

Follow the Leader

It was snowing outside and I was cozy by the wood stove doing a jigsaw puzzle. Curt decided it would be a good idea to try out our snowshoes on the lake. "After all," he said. "We haven't had the right conditions to use them for two years." Hmmmm.

Curt got the equipment out of the basement and made sure it was in order. He brought down his ski jacket and found hiking boots that would work for both of us. The man was serious! Then he seemed to get settled back into watching the football game on TV so I carried on with my puzzle.

A little bit later I finished and pushed the table back. I was ready to go now, but Curt felt it was too late in the afternoon. The sun was going down and the snow was falling fast. I felt bad that I had been so absorbed in what I was doing. I apologized and Curt was gracious. I didn't want his hopes for the afternoon to be spoiled so I suggested that it might be wise to only go out for a short trip anyway since it was our first snowshoe experience. Thankfully Curt agreed.

We threw on our gear and headed out the front door. The snow was indeed falling fast. It was close to white out conditions. We tromped down the edge of the road and through the open lot next door. It was a bit of an effort to get out on the lake, but it wasn't hard to adjust to walking in snowshoes. It was actually pretty easy and comfortable going. It wasn't long before I was thanking the Lord for planning the day for me. I had to admit that if it weren't for Curt I wouldn't be out enjoying God's creation.

When we got further onto the lake it was like entering Narnia. The shoreline melted away in the falling flakes and the silence surrounded us. It was as if time had stopped and all the pressures and problems of the world with it. The release and euphoria were palpable. Believe it or not, we turned into young children playing in the snow for the first time. We laughed and joked as we made our way out to the middle of the lake. It was so strange to be standing where we float in summer. The scene was absolutely amazing. It felt totally otherworldly and we kept our eyes open for Mr. Tumnus. :-)

I went along thinking about the feeling of the cushiony snow beneath my feet. I considered striking out for destinations unknown, maybe to another continent. I experimented with different strides and styles. Who knows, maybe I could perfect a revolutionary snowshoe technique. I reveled in the blanket of frozen precipitation that collected on my collar, wondering how deep it might get. I was enveloped in my own personal space, shielded from anything that might disturb my peace and thanking God for the sweet taste of life He was granting me.

After a bit Curt suggested we head for the home of a friend on the other side of the lake. I thought that was a great idea so we headed off. As I made my way along I noticed that he was veering off to my right. I checked my bearings and thought I was looking at the house he'd mentioned straight ahead. Our paths were diverging so I called out. Curt said he was just going along and, after checking the shoreline, redirected his steps toward the goal he'd set. It was good to feel useful. We trudged along side-by-side enjoying each other's company and resting in the solitude of the Lord.

Before we got too far into the cove, Curt suggested we head off to our left and circle back toward our side of the lake. He was concerned that we not overdo it on our first effort. I was comforted by his consideration as we made our way to the point at Turtle Cove. There were some snow mobile tracks along that stretch that disrupted the smooth surface. They caused our feet to track at funny angles, but they didn't slow our progress too much. Even the intervention of other people couldn't blot out the beauty the Lord was showing us.

We stopped for a brief rest and calm view of the far side of the lake. There was just enough light to create a mixture of shapes and shadows amidst the curtain of snow. For a minute I thought that if we'd stood still we might become statues like those given new life by Aslan. But Curt saved the day by starting off to blaze the trail that would take us back home.

We continued on in companionable quiet as I began to notice some tiredness creeping in on me. My knee didn't ache, but I remembered that I shouldn't over do it. The amazement at our surroundings was still a blessing, but making my way in it was becoming more of an effort. I was glad we were heading for the warmth of our hearth.

I thought about a variety of things I'd tried as we made our way around the lake. It was fun to cut my own swath full of the excitement of the trek and revel in the unobstructed view. It was invigorating to walk along beside Curt feeling that we were in this adventure together and sharing the various aspects of the journey. The togetherness made the whole experience deeper and richer for me. Now that my energy was flagging though I fell in behind Curt, relieved that he was there to lead the way.

I told myself that it made sense for Curt to be in the front anyway since he was the stronger one. God built his body taller and gave him longer legs that let him make better headway. Not only that, but Curt is more able to withstand the unpleasant parts of outdoor experiences. The wind and wet don't seem to affect him as much. He somehow managed to stay warm even though he was wearing a straw cowboy hat. I was really thankful that God had made Curt just the way he is.

I came to enjoy following along behind him more and more. When I was behind Curt the wind wasn't so forceful against my body. The snow didn't hit me directly in the face. Curt's footprints gave me a clear path to pursue. As a matter of fact, I noticed that it was easier to walk in the compacted snow than it was to step into and out of the freshly fallen stuff. I realized that I had a pretty good situation. I lifted my head and called out with abandon, "It sure is fun following you." Curt stopped short and turned around with one of those knowing looks on his face.

Gulp, what did I just say? :-0

The truth of my words flowed over me. I could have cried at the significance of my casual but penetrating remark. I chose to laugh instead. "Oh, Honey, I can't believe I said that, but it's really true. I wish I remembered it more often. Please repeat those exact words to me whenever I need to be reminded."

And I pray he does.

Back in Harness

Okay, so it's been over a month. It was a busy time, but I won't blame Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's. It wasn't that the Lord didn't make His presence known. It was just that I didn't carve out the time to put together a new post. Well, here I am now and the Lord has tied me to this chair until I share this amazing view, literally from our deck.

We've gotten a lot of snow recently up here in Maine. The lake is covered with it and the snow-laden trees provide a perfect frame for the picture. I've stepped into my boots more than once to take a photo in the hopes of preserving the sense of awe at the display of God's majesty. Since what we see in this fallen world is only a reflection of His being, can you imagine the glory of the Lord?

Pause and truly reflect.

I want to see God in my life. I yearn for evidence of His glorious presence and redeeming work. In Exodus 33 a fellow servant of our King expressed a similar desire. Moses asked God to show him His glory. God responds in verse 20 and says, "No one may see me and live."

It is then recorded that God set Moses in a cleft in the rock and covered him with His hand for the passing of His glory. God granted Moses' request and protected him from the full, fatal view. This worthy follower was able/allowed to see God's back, but not His face.

I am thankful, Father, that you show appropriate amounts of your glory to me too. As I get back in harness according to the precepts of Ephesians 2:10, I ask You to prompt me to open my eyes more fully to Your glorious presence. Amen

Emmanuel