Friday, April 20, 2018

Get over it!

"Get over it". That's really what Paul was saying to Euodia and Syntyche in Philippians 4.  

There is an Euodia  ("Odius") in the church I attend. I try to avoid her but sometimes she corners me. The Syntyche  ("Soon Touchy") in me struggles with wanting to deck her. 

The other day the garbage disposal wouldn't dispose. Pipes broke and water leaked all over the floor.  On the same day my new Shark vacuum cleaner wouldn't vac. I went to my Honda truck with the mission in mind to make a run to Home Deport to return the kitchen flooring I had bought  (...the kitchen flooring that was to replace the warped flooring that got that way from the refrigerator filter that leaked).  An unfriendly "ping" greeted me from under the hood.  I never lift the hood and would have no idea what to do if I did. A little green wrench appeared in a square behind the steering wheel. It was late in the day.  I deep-sixed my plan to go into town to Home Depot. 

 I visited my repertoire of things to do when everything feels out of control.  I decided to move my living room furniture around into a more inviting configuration.  Sometimes,  engaging in something physically exhausting gives me a sense of control over something.
I fell into a troubled sleep.  

Arising very early the next morning with the goal of having a productive day,  I shuffled to the kitchen to fill the coffee maker with water. Needing an energy kick I chose Bold Guatemala Caffeine.  Something black flopped around in the sink. It was alive. It was a bat. ...an ugly, ominous-looking night critter.  I grabbed some paper towels,  squished him/her/it and ran out the door with broom in hand and beat that bat to death. Oooh, that felt good!!

Now, human bats that whoosh around our heads in the daytime must be handled in a somewhat gentler fashion.  I'm workin' on it. 

"Oh, wretched man (woman) that I am. Who shall deliver me from the body of  this death?  I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord".  Romans 7:24,25 a.

Love,  Jo



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Friday, April 13, 2018

I hope...

you are not letting the devil tell you the next generations do not want or need to know what you know.  Good grief!  We're leaving them with a twenty-three TRILLION dollar debt. We had better leave them with God's Word or they won't survive.

Mostly, I love every day of my life.  I allow myself a few minutes to admit my losses then praise Him for what I have left. It's a discipline, but you probably knew that.

On Thursdays women come through my door and we dive head-on into Genesis. I have turned the teaching over to a young woman whose heart for Christ and His Word, her excellent mind,  and her job hours allow her plenty of time for her passion to "Study to be approved of God, a workman that need not be ashamed, rightly dividing the Word of Truth".  Her lessons and insights would knock the socks off of a seminary professor.  On another day a next-generation couple comes and we dig into the Word of God.

God's people who have dug into scripture are scattered far and wide, taking the Word of God to those Paul would call "faithful".  I call them "strategic". There are four generations in II Timothy 2:2.  I learned a long time ago not to take much time with people who have no intention of passing it on. The II Timothy 2:2 level of discipleship is not about volume or show.  It's about reproducing fruit that will reproduce more fruit. ...but you probably knew that.   

Ted and I were fired from a pastorate for doing exactly what I just reminded you to do. You who knew Ted will not be a bit surprised at his spin about that: "Honey, we've just been promoted!"
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Do not be afraid to break away from your church if it is not reproductive.  ...and now I am going to church to hear my pastor teach exactly what I just wrote.  He gets it!

Love,  Jo

Friday, April 6, 2018

Why?

Do you remember how annoying it was when one of your little children kept asking you "Why?"  That question was almost as wearisome as "When?"  Barely on the road for a long car trip one child would ask "How much farther?" 

Some of God's children have a question mark for a brain. Sometimes, I do too.  A new Christian at nineteen years of age,  Romans 8:28 was the first verse I memorized.  Seventy years later that verse ebbs and flows through my mind.  Compared to eternity it can't be long for any of us before our Lord Himself gathers up all the dangling threads, and there will be...THE TAPESTRY!   Our little lives are woven into His Masterpiece of Eternal Art. 

We KNOW that all things work together for good to those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose. 

Love, Jo







Friday, March 30, 2018

World View

Do yourself a favor and don't get yours from watching the news.  I don't and will not do Face book. I will,  however lose my mind if I don't communicate. I have a nephew in Kansas City who calls this a "blob".

Each morning,  the first thing I do is come to my computer and check reports from workers in other countries. After fortifying myself with a cup of caffeine  I may or may not check on what's going on in our own country. I flip on my phone and listen to a book in the Old Testament and one in the New. Prayer happens.  Phone calls, Emails and texts spice up my day.  I have pretty much cut out of my life people who don't "spice it up" but lean too hard on me to fix their bummed-out relationships.

I check out the progress or regress of elderly friends who have broken a leg, ankle, pelvis, arm or something else. Some of my friends are leaving for Heaven. Some have had to give up taking care of themselves and have moved into a "facility".  Dementia or Alzheimer's have slipped up on some. They're not quite sure where they are. That's the only way I will survive if I am trapped inside a building.

"Driving Miss Jo".  Today C. will drive me into town to restock my freezer and pantry. She is adorable, has accumulated a mess in her life, but then, most of the next generation have done the same.  C. and I laugh. We pray.  I sing to her while she drives.

The Thursday girls come through my door to study Genesis. I am getting re-hooked on the Old Testament. I watch Rabbi Daniel Lapin's  "Ancient Jewish Wisdom". His wife is on the show with him.  Her voice is shrill. She interrupts him.  I tune her out.  Ted and I were on radio together for years. It's good that I don't know how many tuned me out.

After secluding myself for over three weeks to get as well as possible from a wretched virus, my next door neighbors brought their Boston relative and her friend. I love being on their list of tourist attractions. R.and C. walk their guests through my house and explain my life story.  I get a kick out of their version; it's much more interesting than mine. We ended their visit at my piano. ...singing.

Ted and I worked with "Young Life" off and on for many years. That ministry is the best at reaching kids that have never been in a church. We would sometimes open clubs in living rooms,  doing this rap that gets louder with each verse. Come on.  Try it.  By the fourtverse you'll be yelling your head off.

'Way down yonder not so very far off,  a blue jay died with the whooping cough.
He whooped so hard with the whooping cough that he whooped his head and his tail right off. 

These past few weeks I would have sworn that's what happened to me. It's been over three weeks of being alone with two cats who are bored out of their ever lovin' cat-minds. Only today is the weather sunny and warm enough to venture down my driveway where Bootsie and I will sit side by side on my old bench.

Soon I will set up my deck bed and move out to sleep under the stars. I live in "The Land of Four Seasons".  Recently,  all four showed up in one day. Snow and rain will soon stop and we won't see a drop of moisture until after Thanksgiving.

Now, tell me about your life. I would love to hear.

EVERY DAY FOR US IS EASTER!!!

Love, Jo

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

World View

Do yourself a favor and don't get yours from watching the news.  I don't and will not do Face book. I will,  however lose my mind if I don't communicate. I have a nephew in Kansas City who calls this a "blob".

Each morning,  the first thing I do is come to my computer and check reports from workers in other countries. After fortifying myself with a cuppa caffeine  I may or may not check on what's going on in our own country. I flip on my phone and listen to a book in the Old Testament and one in the New. Prayer happens.  Phone calls, Emails and texts spice up my day.  I have pretty much cut out of my life people who don't "spice it up" but lean too hard on me to fix their bummed-out relationships.

I check out the progress or regress of elderly friends who have broken a leg, ankle, pelvis, arm or something else.  Some have had to give up taking care of themselves and have moved into a "facility".  Dementia or Alzheimer's have slipped up on some. They're not quite sure where they are. That's the only way I will survive if I am trapped inside a building.  One by one, my friends are leaving for Heaven.

"Driving Miss Jo".  Today C. will drive me into town to restock my freezer and pantry. She is adorable, has accumulated a mess in her life, but then, most of the next generation have done the same.  C. and I laugh. We pray.  I sing to her while she drives.

The Thursday girls come through my door to study Genesis. I am getting re-hooked on the Old Testament. I watch Rabbi Daniel Lapin's  "Ancient Jewish Wisdom". His wife is on the show with him.  Her voice is shrill. She interrupts him.  I tune her out.  Ted and I were on radio together for years. I wonder how many tuned me out.

After secluding myself for over three weeks to get as well as possible from a wretched virus, my next door neighbors brought their Boston relative and her friend. I love being on their list of tourist attractions. R.and C. walk their guests through my house and explain my life story.  I get a kick out of their version; it's much more interesting than mine. We ended their visit at my piano. ...singing.

Ted and I worked with "Young Life" off and on for many years. That ministry is the best at reaching kids that have never been in a church. We would sometimes open clubs in living rooms,  doing this rap that gets louder with each verse. Come on.  Try it.  By the fourth verse you'll be yelling your head off.

'Way down yonder not so very far off,  a blue jay died with the whooping cough.
He whooped so hard with the whooping cough that he whooped his head and his tail right off. 

These past few weeks I would have sworn that's what happened to me. It's been over three weeks of being alone with two cats who are bored out of their ever lovin' cat-minds. Only today is the weather sunny and warm enough to venture down my driveway where Bootsie and I will sit side by side on my old bench.

Soon I will set up my deck bed and move out to sleep under the stars. I live in "The Land of Four Seasons".  Recently,  all four showed up in one day. Snow and rain will soon stop and we won't see a drop of moisture until after Thanksgiving.

Now, tell me about your life. I would love to hear.

EVERY DAY FOR US IS EASTER!!!

Love, Jo


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