Tuesday, September 26, 2017

If I refuse my place as the creature before the Creator and do not commit myself to him for his use, this is sin.  And anything else is also misery.  How can you enjoy God on any other level than what you are, and in the present situation?  Anything else will bring misery, a torturing of the poor, divided personality we are since the fall.  To live moment by moment through faith on the basis of the blood of Christ, in the power of the Holy Spirit is the only really integrated way to live.  This is the only way to be at rest with myself, for only in this way am I not trying to carry what I cannot.

From:  Schaeffer, Francis A.  (1971).  True Spirituality.  Wheaton:  Tyndale House Publishers

Heard this man lecture many times.  Sometimes we are slow to learn life-changing truth.


Sunday, September 24, 2017

"Because he, who not only loves me but is Love, is so great, I live beyond harm in his hands;  and there is nothing that can happen to me that will not turn out to my good.  Nothing."

From:  Willard, Dallas.  (2002).  Renovation of the Heart.  Colorado Springs: NavPress

That is something to remember and treasure!
"A society that welcomes people of all races and social classes, that is characterized by love and not polarization, that cares most for its weakest members, that stands for justice and righteousness in a world enamored with selfishness and decadence, a society in which members compete for the privilege of serving one another---this is what Jesus meant by the kingdom of God"

From:  Yancey, Philip.  1995.  The Jesus I never knew.  Grand Rapids, MI: Zondervan

Wow, what a POWERFUL statement!  To COMPETE for the PRIVILEGE OF SERVING one another.  If only we could say that that is what we see is happening.....

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

In his book Don’t Waste Your Life John Piper closes the final chapter with the words:
“Take your honored place, O Christ, as the all-satisfying Treasure of the world.  With trembling hands before the throne of God, and utterly dependent on your grace, we lift our voice and make this solemn vow:  As God lives, and is all I ever need, I will not waste my life….through Jesus Christ, Amen.”
This kind of prayer does not come easily.  It is birthed in a life that has realized how there is NO LIFE without a dynamic dependence on a personal relationship to Jesus Christ and that God has called to be in community with other believers. 
Unfortunately, true Christian community in America is pretty anemic and shallow.  



Tuesday, March 25, 2014

A.W. Tozer is buried in Akron, Ohio.    A very insignificant stone marks his grave.  His words still resonate in hearts today.  Consider these:
“The church is constantly being tempted to accept this world as her home…but if she is wise she will consider that she stands in the valley between the mountain peaks of eternity past and eternity to come.  The past is gone forever and the present is passing as swift as the shadow on the sundial of Ahaz.  Even if the earth should continue a million years not one of us could stay to enjoy it.  We do well to think of the long tomorrow.”


Sunday, March 23, 2014

Peter Marshall, once the chaplain of the U.S. Senate preached the sermon “Keepers of the Springs”.  In this sermon, Marshall stated:
“Let us not fool ourselves----
without Christianity
without Christian education
without the principles of Christ inculcated into young life, we are simply rearing pagans.
Physically, they will be perfect.
Intellectually, they will be brilliant.
But spiritually, they will be pagan.  Let us not fool ourselves.”

Sober words.  We need to hear them and do something about it.  The next generation is at stake. Raising children to know and love God is the task of both parents doing it together. 

Instead of pagans, lets pray for a generation of prophets.  - KM
A Final Goodbye

            1994….a year that was etched in my life.  After being in the family for more than 60 years, the family farm was sold and possession was turned over to its new owner.  Lots of thoughts and feelings attached to the event.  The house was very large.  Rumor has it that it was built specifically for the purpose of accommodating visiting pastors and missionaries of the church nearby.  Whether or not the intention was fulfilled in its early days more than 112 years ago, I do not know, but for at least 60 years it has fulfilled its obligation.  As I happened to be the last family member to shut and lock its doors, I took one last stroll through this house where I had been raised.  Surveying each room, it was possible for me to remember significant events that had occurred in each.  Each room had a different d├ęcor, each room had different characteristics.  Some enjoyed more sunlight than others because of the proximity of the large trees outside and orientation to east and west.  Some were large and some were very small.  My steps echoed behind me in this place that seemed so strange to see empty.  It had served our family’s needs well and would soon begin its opportunity to serve another family.  You cannot live in a place for such a long time and resist the memories that beg to be relived in one’s mind.  There are memories of the everyday events, the family meals, the chores that needed to be done, the homework that was to be completed or ignored, the toys strewn around the living room, Sunday evening “Bonanza” with popcorn and root beer, Mom running the vacuum cleaner at 10 P.M. while waiting for Dad to arrive home from work, slides down the neat cherry banister while Dad wasn’t looking, rushing around to get ready for the school bus, the ringing of the church bell next door, the big gatherings on Christmas and Thanksgiving and more—so much more.  In itself, the house had been a museum.  Collections of several generations could be found there, each item having a story of its own.  My final tour completed, I said “goodbye” one more time, as I had countless times before over the years, kind of pausing to once again let memory cause me to hear goodbye as I had heard it hundreds of times before.  This time, however, there was no reply, just the echo of my words through the empty rooms and hallways and the final click of the closing door.  Turning toward the bright sunlight of the outdoors, I realized that it was now my turn to make sure that my family would have the fond memories that I knew were possible from loving and fun relationships, gatherings and events.  I realized it was now my responsibility to see to it that my family discovers how memories are not bought with expensive and decorative furnishings but rather with time, love and a relationship with God.  The house, and any house is really just a meaningless box without these essential ingredients and the echo deafening.  “In the house of the righteous is much treasure…”  Proverbs 15:6