Coal mining in the 20th century many times included taking a caged canary into the depths underground. These birds were sensitive to carbon monoxide, a potentially deadly gas devoid of color, taste or smell, that often formed in the mines. A dead bird in the cage meant the miners needed to be alert–deadly conditions were at hand.
Watching the political banter over the past months has been telling. Pointing fingers and one-upping from both sides of the aisle took front and center stage while pressing issues were left untouched.
I think the Canary has stopped singing. Please, let’s heed the issues at hand that can be deadly. We still have time.
We are what we eat and drink. Maybe not spaghetti or iced tea, but we are what we take in. What do you hunger for, or put another way, what is important to you? And what does that have to do with having a blessed home?
All Christ-centered homes have at least one thing in common: Christ comes first. It isn’t the rules found in Scripture that makes a home Christ-centered. It’s the hearts of the people living in it. Reducing Christ to a list of rules leads to legalistic Christianity.
Help your family see God as loving, approachable and involved. Include God in your daily conversations in your home. Make attending church non-negotiable. And show how seeking and serving God can be fun. Remember, the only way to show it is to do it.
Try to put Psalms 63:1 into practice, “You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water.” You and your family will benefit when a heart—your heart—hungers and thirsts after God.
Last Saturday I spoke to several groups of inner city women on the subject of forgiveness. Days before the event, I began spending time in prayer asking God to push me out of the way so His words could be heard. I thanked Him for such a great opportunity given to me.
When Saturday came, I was pleased to see the groups of ladies signed up for our session were small enough to allow the women to feel safe in sharing their stories. We visited subjects from drug abuse to children in prison. Our conversations went from dealing with abusers to moving on from self-loathing. All subjects were cloaked in the purpose of forgiveness. Continue reading →
Friday and Saturday were glorious this past week. The sun was bright, yet the air had a cool bite to it in the early hours. Lew and I celebrated our anniversary by peddling different rail trails in Pennsylvania and Maryland. Not only celebrate the day but to look back over the years of our marriage to see remember how we’d been blessed.
And blessings surrounded our lives.
Meeting on-line and living so far apart—while it seemed a challenge—had been a great blessing. We used the time to get to know each other slowly, with purpose in mind. Many times we’d tell friends, “If we wanted to take someone to dinner and a movie, we’d stay closer to home. Instead, we want to see what God has in store for us.”
Life can change in a moment. That’s what happened to my guest blogger, Tracey Clover, a brain tumor survivor—and friend.
Energy, boundless energy. That is what I had before December 2, 2012, the day I had back-to-back grand mal seizures. The seizures set off a journey that led to the diagnosis of a left frontal lobe meningioma the size of the doctor’s fist. I never truly knew tired before that day.
The gals from Christian Women Online asked me, along with other past guest writers, to submit thoughts for their Resurrection Sunday blog. I realize Easter has passed, but the message is still strong. Check it out.