Thursday, March 26, 2009

Christ is the Answer

"Christ is the Answer" has been a wall motto, and, more recently, a bumper sticker. Somebody added, in small print, "What was the question?"

In the final analysis, it does not matter what question we are asking. All questions come under one of three headings:

1. Way--we need guidance

2. Truth--we need a norm

3. Life--we need sustenance.

Jesus said, "I am" all of these things. Let us bring everything that baffles us into his presence, holding it up before Him by faith. In that Light, the look of things will slowly begin to change, and as we humble ourselves to receive the true answer, our eyes will be opened. We learn to know Christ, then, as we walk in his way, obey his truth, and live his life. He Himself, a living, loving Person, is our answer.

"What Was The Question?"
A Lamp For My Feet
Author: Elisabeth Elliot

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

{Belated} St. Patrick's Day

Waiting on Mama

On Sunday morning Lillian and Lewis had to wait on me for just a minute while I got ready, and it was just too much for Lil. She loves her daddy and got comfortable, before we knew it she was out.



Friday, March 20, 2009

It is the Lord Christ you are serving.

What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God.

We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work
as sacred and well-pleasing to God,
not on account of the position and work,
but on account of the word and faith
from which the obedience and the work flow.

- Martin Luther

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Colossians 3:23-24
23Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men,
24since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward.
It is the Lord Christ you are serving.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

One of the Mysteries of Our Humanity

Have you ever thought much about the fact that we, created by God for his own pleasure and glory, are permitted by the Creator Himself to deny Him?

Even though we are totally dependent on Him for our next breath, with that breath we may declare that He does not exist or that we refuse to do what He wants us to do. We live by the life He gives us, moment by moment. We enjoy rain, sunshine, the growth of crops and flowers, sensations, delights, satisfactions of many kinds. Yet we often act as though we were sufficient in ourselves, needing no interference from Him.

I can, by the power mysteriously granted me by my Creator and Redeemer, declare myself master of my fate, captain of my soul, and say, "My will be done." That the Lord should expose Himself to this effrontery in a million forms, for millions of days and nights, is the mystery of love and grace.

Still He draws us with cords of love, calls us to come, waits (amazing grace) for us to bow and say, "My Lord and my God!"

"One of the Mysteries of Our Humanity ", Elisabeth Elliot, A Lamp For My Feet
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But He said to me,
"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."
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 hardships,
in persecutions,
in difficulties.
For when I am weak, then I am strong.
II Corinthians 12:9-10

"I can do everything through Him who gives me strength."
Philippians 4:13

Monday, March 16, 2009

Norfolk, VA

Lillian & I went to visit Aunt Mary-Blake recently. We had a great time seeing Sentara - Norfolk General Hospital, where MB works, and Mark's base (Naval Station Norfolk). We got to see some aircraft carriers and even spied a sub or two. While we were there Lillian and I enjoyed MB's generous southern hospitality, good food, sunshine on the back porch, and even a trip to VA beach for some seafood. We all relished the crab cakes, oysters "rockafeller", grilled shrimp, and sweet tea. YUM.



Lillian was a great traveler and even though we had to substitute a dishtowel as a good 'ol fashion bib, she took right to that, too - converting it to a cape between meals.




p.s. She clearly wasn't as excited about seeing the aircraft carriers as we were.

Make me do Thy will, Lord.

"Our wills are ours to make them Thine." (Tennyson)