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Fitly Joined Together

15 Apr

“From whom the whole body, being fitted and held together by what every joint supplies, according to the proper working of each individual part, causes the growth of the body for the building up of itself in love.” Ephesians 4:16 NASB

Did you ever feel like an odd one out? You didn’t feel like you fit in anywhere? Everyone else seemed to have it together and you had absolutely no clue what your life was about or where you were supposed to go with it? Other people found groups to join, friends to share with, a concentrated purpose to pursue, and you sat, at a distance, watching, trying to figure out why you didn’t or couldn’t join in. Even those few times when you did attend an event, or party, or interest group, you felt so out of place, distancing yourself, sneaking away. I was that kid! I was that teenager! I was that adult.

Walking past insecurities takes support, guidance, and a gentle hand. Having the desire to teach and share all that I had learned through time with the Holy Spirit in Prayer and Study was a strong drive. How? My desire to teach became greater than my fears. That desire could have hidden away many more years, but God placed a network of people in positions that brought strength to the church and to those who wanted to help that church grow and become all that God intended it to be. People believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. It took a strong Pastor who simply said “I want YOU to do this. I want you to teach me so that I can teach the body.” 

As the Pastor walked away I remember the inner conversations that battled in my mind. “I can’t do this Lord. I am a new believer. How could I learn a scripture, subject or concept well enough to teach the pastor so that he could teach the body?” The reply came loudly and clearly – “I Will Teach You.”

When God plants the building of a church in the hearts of men He sets those people in positions to draw the most out of everyone involved. They become a living organism. They encourage, lift up, pray for and prefer one another over themselves. They see in others what those others cannot see in themselves. All of the people fitly joined together, a smooth running machine, oiled by Grace, powered by prayer, and guided by God. 

God’s “synergy” always amazes me. He births gifts and callings into babies, before they are even born. He guides them in those skills and places mentors in their lives to help them grow.  He moves people around and gets them into the perfect position of ministering together. Brainstorming. Creating a vision together. Birthing a church. Then drawing those people in that God has been preparing to carry the armor and shield. An intricately working Holy Ghost Machine!! 

I didn’t think I could do it, but I did!! God taught me and helped me find the right people to guide my steps to stay on task. Has God been speaking to you about something He needs you to step into? Are you ignoring it as “impossible” and not taking the challenge. Are you afraid that you might fail? Dear one, you will always fail the challenges you don’t try. But, what if you succeed? What if something you say, or sing, or preach, or teach, touches the heart of someone and their life is forever changed? What if . . . . ?

Step forward. God says “I Will Teach You!” What an amazingly wonderful gift.

** A Journey Through Ephesians – Chapter 4, Part 7

By Linda J Humes – Written 4-12-2025

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Humble Pastor Glen

3 Oct

(The Parable of the Little Red Hen)

Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up. James 4:10

Once upon a time . . . a Philosopher, a Bible Scholar, a Theologian, and Humble Pastor Glen, all dwelt together, in the same peaceful church.

The Philosopher liked to sit all day in his fine overstuffed chair and think on what could be, what is, and what might have been, except when his “thinker” became so overwhelmed that he fell soundly to sleep.

The Bible Scholar liked to read and study all day long, for knowledge was the key to his happiness. He studied on this scripture, he studied on that scripture, and he studied about what others thought about this scripture and that. Mostly he delighted on how very much he knew – or thought he knew, anyway.

The Theologian knew all of the religions, great and small. He knew all they agreed on, and all they didn’t. He would pace his library floor and ponder all the concepts and dogmas and how they related to mankind. And though he could tell you what each sector believed – he wasn’t altogether sure which one was correct; so he pondered some more upon that.

If there was work to be done, Humble Pastor Glen did it, all by himself.  He vacuumed the sanctuary floors, and dusted all the pews. He fixed the youth bus, and repaired old leaky faucets. He brightened the church with fresh coats of paint. He even mowed and trimmed the small patch of grass the children loved to play on.

One day, as he was busy at work, Humble Pastor Glen saw a family pass with burdens great and heavy. As he wondered how he could make a difference, a Rhema Word quickened his spirit. Then he ran to find his friends.

“Who will take the fruit of Jesus into the community with me,” asked Humble Pastor Glen?“Not I,” said the Philosopher – for he considered the dangers of walking the street and the possible rejection. Besides, he was very tired (and just thinking about it made him fall soundly to sleep).

“Not I,” said the Bible Scholar – for he had not completely studied the scriptures on “the fruit being taken into the community” yet. He decided he would pick up a book on that subject and see what others had to say about it.

“Not I,” said the Theologian – for he had much too important issues to think about. He thought he might study the major religions and do a survey on what each of them felt about the concept of “fruit in the community.” “Hmmm, that would be interesting.”

“Then I will reach out myself,” said Humble Pastor Glen. AND HE DID!

When the people received Jesus, Humble Pastor Glen became very excited. “Who will help me care for these new sheep,” he asked.
“Not I,” said the Philosopher – for he was still trying to figure out what horrible past had put these “sheep” in such turmoil to begin with. He was sure he really didn’t want to know, and he didn’t want to take a chance that they really weren’t changed at all.

“Not I,” said the Bible Scholar – for he was still researching the benefits of “reaching out” had not come to an absolute conclusion that there was an unrefuted scripture to support it. Only after coming to the absolute conclusion that “reaching out” was scripturally correct in the mind of every Bible Scholar could he even contemplate studying the scriptural basis of “caring for the sheep.”

“Not I,” said the Theologian – for he was still on the survey and the percentages were not looking good for the “reaching out” issue. “Perhaps,” he thought, “I should begin a new survey which incorporates the ‘caring for the sheep’ concept. Hmmm, that would be interesting.”

“Then I will care for them myself,” said Humble Pastor Glen. AND HE DID!

All summer long, Humble Pastor Glen went into the streets and spoke to the hurting and helpless. He brought them food, taught them about Jesus and showed them someone cared. After weeks and months, one by one, they gave their heart to the Lord. Soon it was time to bring them to his peaceful church. “Who will drive the bus to pick up the people who want to know more about Jesus,” asked Humble Pastor Glen?

“Not I,” said the Philosopher. “The nerve,” he thought, “to ask such an important person as me to drive a bus!”

“Not I,” said the Bible Scholar – but he made a note to be sure and study the scriptures on “bus driving.”

“Not I,” said the Theologian, and off he went to mail a new survey. “Hmmm, that would be very interesting.”

“Then I will drive the bus myself,” said Humble Pastor Glen. AND HE DID!

When the bus route was set and the schedules posted, Humble Pastor Glen set up the programs to tend to the peoples’ spiritual needs. “The people need to be greeted, made to feel welcome, shown around the building and given a bulletin. Who will usher them into God’s chambers,” asked Humble Pastor Glen?

“Not I,” said the Philosopher – for he was still sure they were going to return to their old heathen ways and he didn’t want to be around when they did.

“Not I,” said the Bible Scholar – for he was just finishing his study on “reaching out,” and although it appeared that it was going to be scripturally sound, he still had the “caring for the sheep” issue and the “driving the bus” issue to resolve. He promised to put
“ushering in” on his list of studies.

“Not I,” said the Theologian – for the survey of the major denominations on “reaching out” was looking quite against the issue, “taking care” was only half complete, but not looking good, and “bus driving” was still in the mail. But, “ushering in,” “Hmmm, that would be interesting.”

“Then I will usher them in myself,” said Humble Pastor Glen.  AND HE DID!

Humble Pastor Glen welcomed every person with a handshake and a smile, passed out the fliers and guided a few tours to the men’s and women’s “Facilities.” He even kissed a few babies and piggy-backed a toddler or two. He introduced the previous members to the new attendees and started them talking about interests in common. Everyone felt very welcome.

After everyone was seated, and quite content, Humble Pastor Glen preached the most humble and satisfying message about “reaching out” and “saving the lost,” everybody thought so, even the Philosopher, the Bible Scholar, and the Theologian. All in all, the service was very successful.

The next day Humble Pastor Glen pondered ways to teach his congregation about Jesus and the Biblical ways. Evening Bible Studies and Cell Group Mentoring would greatly add to his humble Sunday services. Humble Pastor Glen called out to his friends, “Who will help me teach the Bible and Mentor the congregation?”

“Not I,” said the Philosopher – for that was too below his standing, and besides, wasn’t it enough that he was giving up Sunday morning for church. Thinking was hard work, let someone else do it. Besides, he was tired (and just thinking about it made him fall soundly to sleep).

“Not I,” said the Bible Scholar – for he was much too busy studying to even consider stopping to teach. And this “Mentoring” business, he was just sure he had never seen the word “Mentor” in the King James Version of the Bible. Let someone else do it.

“Not I,” said the Theologian – for every survey he’d completed so far was either against this whole program or had been invalidated because there wasn’t anyone else out there who had even considered such a thing, let alone tried it. He surely wasn’t going to get mixed up in something that might fail.

“Then I will teach and mentor them myself,” said Humble Pastor Glen. AND HE DID!

The church grew and flourished. Many were healed, many delivered. Families were restored and people waxed strong in God’s Word. Those that were the fruit of Humble Pastor Glen’s seed were raised up to lead, and they did so with a grateful heart, for they remembered from whence they came.

Music filled the sanctuary all week long. People danced, people laughed, people sang, people cried, and people drew together in a new and wonderful family. It was a sweet, sweet fragrance in the nostrils of God. That fragrance traveled outside of the church, into the city streets, into the homes of the people, and into their workplaces. It was so clear that God had blessed the church and the congregation of Humble Pastor Glen.

When other church leaders would see the miracles there, they would venture the question of how such a miracle could be. “Who was responsible for this fruit enriched land,” they would ask.

Humble Pastor Glen would always reply, “Not I.” For he knew it was a special gift, sent for the fruit of his labor, direct from the throne room of God.

Written by Linda J. Humes

10-20-1994

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The Love You Show

2 Aug

Corporate Prayer

“For this cause I also, having heard of the faith in the Lord Jesus which is among you, and the love which ye show toward all the saints, cease not to give thanks for you, making mention of you in my prayers;” Ephesians 1:15-16 (ASV)

At some time in their lives most children feel unwanted and that they don’t belong in their family.  I don’t remember ever feeling like I belonged.  There weren’t hugs or kisses on the cheek or “I’m proud of you” comments.  I can often remember thinking that we kids were a chore to be dealt with, nothing more.  After my father’s death my mom remarried, and I had hoped it would change.  There were happier times in the family, when we spent time playing games and sharing stories – but I can only remember one time in my whole childhood that I received a hug and a kiss on the cheek from my mother.

When I gave my life to follow Jesus, He brought me something that I never expected – a new family.  I received hugs and encouragement and a feeling of belonging every time I stepped inside a church door.  It wasn’t an immediate transformation, but after a while I found that I was able to open up and share that same unconditional, “sister/mother” love with others.  A love without strings or expectations.  A love that came from being a member in the body of Christ.

Interestingly, it didn’t matter which church I entered, the acceptance was the same.  There was a strong feeling of family, an understanding that we all have our pains and wounds that we are working through, and a commitment of working together to try to help each other get to the place where we could heal and grow in the call that God had placed upon our lives.  There was a desired commitment to pray for others, known and unknown, to usher the healing balm from the Father’s hand into the lives others.  A delicious gift, freely given and humbly received, on a daily basis.  Through those times of prayer, mountains moved, faith grew, bodies were healed, love was shared, true compassion for others was felt, salvation went forward and people were set free – far more than anyone else – I was set free.

In Paul’s words in the scripture above, he recognizes the special circumstances and compassions that God put into the hearts of the believers (saints) that drew them toward each other in a common goal of sharing the message of the gospel and encouraging each other in love and prayer.  Through their faith they were able to bond together for a common goal of sharing a very unpopular and dangerous message and yet remained compassionate toward other’s frailties; holding each other tightly in prayer.  For the gift of that bond, that relationship, that family of Christ, Paul found strength and honored them all in thanksgiving and prayer.

I see what Paul is speaking of in this text every day.  I see it in today’s church – in the services, the Bible studies, the youth groups, men’s groups, and women’s groups.  There is a drawing together of the body of Christ that cannot be explained by any other term than “family.”  A family of imperfect, but striving and compassionate people, willing to take the time to encourage and pray for their “brothers” and “sisters”, to help them reach a newer and stronger level of faith.

Is it faith that brings us compassion, or is it compassion, birthed inside by a loving God, that gives us the foundation that faith stands firmly upon?  Is it faith that gives us confidence in prayer, or prayer that builds our strength in faith?  Is it the love of the saints that makes us want to pray and encourage others, lifting them up before the throne-room of God, or is it the time spent in the throne-room with God, in diligent and dedicated prayer, that brings us a love for people we may never meet; that breaks our heart for a people that we can only see in the Spirit, and gives us confidence for a true physical, emotional and spiritual healing for those who stand among us?  I don’t know, but I stand before my God with a heart filled with gratefulness for the gift of prayer and a heart filled with compassion for all mankind.

** A Journey Though Ephesians – Chapter 1, Part 9

Written by Linda J. Humes

9-14-14

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MARCH FORTH

18 May

By Tim Farmer

 “Be silent, all flesh, before the Lord, for He is aroused from His holy habitation!”  Zechariah 2:13

                        March 4th?                  March 4th!!                  March Forth???

I sat down in my usual spot on the sofa in the light of the morning sunrise thanking God for another glorious day. I was sitting still, pausing to let the sunlight warm my face before opening my daily devotional.  I remembered that Mario Murillo sent out an online invitation to the pastors of California to attend a lunch he was hosting in Manteca, California on March 4th. Today. The event was to pray, heal and encourage the pastors to reopen all of the churches in the state. The response to his invitation was amazing. Instead of a hundred or so, as Mario had anticipated, over a thousand pastors had responded.  I prayed that God would provide all that they would need to make the lunch a success. I thought about how interesting it was that the event was happening on March 4th.  Was that intentional?   There are no accidents.

Many of us have been praying, in hopeful expectation, that today would be a day of a great event in Washington, DC involving our Presidential leaders.  We shall see.  I finished my prayer for the pastors lunch and sat in silence again in the bright sunlight.  This is my daily quiet time with God. Silence. Today’s date was repeated in my mind.  Once. “March 4th.” Silence. I waited. I am learning patience. Then the thought struck me, it wasn’t the date I was hearing, that still small voice was saying “March forth.”

Recently I have been wrestling with my being a disciple. How could I best share my faith and help others to know Jesus?  It was easier 30 years ago when Janet and I were newlyweds and active members of the local Presbyterian Church.  Still energetic in our early 40’s we were involved with several popular ministries at the church.  Janet’s servant heart and smile could light up a room. She was my great encourager, advocate and nudger. She quickly taught me to be courageous with my faith.  

Janet was fearless.  Everyone loved her.  Sadly, Janet went home to be with Jesus early in 2018.  The last few years of Janet’s life were very difficult. Chronic pain in many areas of her body made it difficult to sit in church.  She stopped attending.  After a while I attended less as her condition became worse, then I became a “sometimer.” To say I miss her is an understatement. Now, I believe she shines brighter in Heaven than she did on earth.  

While making plans for her memorial with our senior pastor,  I made a promise to return to Sunday worship.  Even though I aimed the promise at my pastor, it was really to my Lord and Savior. 

Fast forward to 2020 and Covid-19.  Just before the quarantine began, I had started weekly sessions with a Christian counselor in Pasadena to help me in coping with depression and Janet’s  passing.  Before the second session the quarantine went into effect, so our sessions were on Zoom.  Attending church and bible study were also conducted on Zoom.  Better than nothing, however the fellowship is not the same. 

The tender greetings and the hugs of encouragement were gone.  But God found a way.   Not being able to go to work actually became a blessing. A huge blessing. This alone time gave me the desire to be in the Word, study the Bible, connect with old friends on social media, and fellowship with Believers.

My mid-week Bible study was helping boost my confidence, as was my alone time with the Lord in the mornings. During the days I couldn’t get motivated.  Tired and frustrated with myself I became lazy and watched too much TV. 

November of last year I turned 70.  I have had a very active lifestyle during my adult years but being static during the lockdown has added to new physical issues. My motor skills were declining. What had been easy was now difficult. Alone, without Janet, I have become less confident in my actions. I am too worried about making mistakes.  I feel ill equipped for the many tasks that used to be second nature to me. The idea and responsibility of discipleship seems daunting, overwhelming, and unreachable.  It has been hard enough trying to get through each day. I needed motivation, accountability, a task, a project to build, something! Then a friend called.  She needed a special box built, something small that could hold a Laptop, and a way for it to adjust to different heights.

After the call ended I thought it would be a fun little project. I knew the materials I needed were at work.  All I had to do was start; and I did. Less than a week went by, still incomplete but usable. I took it to my friend’s apartment, so that she could try it out and see if there were any improvements that I might need to add. She ended up keeping the box for two weeks, it was working great! I went over to pick it up and brought it back to the shop.  All I had to do was add some handles and put a clear finish on it, then return it.  She was very happy.  So was I.    

Those few hours working on that little box gave me a purpose. I prayed about that purpose for days. Several other projects popped up that I was able to complete. The old juices were flowing.  My  friend Ken would say, “Tim, you’re in the flow.”  But I recognized something different about this; Jesus was in it.  He was always there but my eyes were now open to see it.  And, this morning my ears had opened to hear Him again -“March forth.”

My devotional book belonged to Janet. I use it every morning and treasure the little notes that she had written along the edges of the pages. Today’s devotion had two scripture references, the first was Luke 12:25-26.  In my rush to get to the passage in my bible I started reading at Luke 11:5, then realizing my mistake I decided to read both chapters in sequence.  The teaching of Jesus in these chapters had greater significance for me than ever before.  After reading it again I believe that “March forth” was my special encouragement from God. It was for me to step out in faith; to stop being fearful of making a mistake or looking the fool.  It might even be a trumpet call to the masses.  I don’t know for sure, but I am certain it is mine.  

Perhaps I am to join with those better equipped than I as they “March forth.”  There may never be a more important time in history to do exactly that. It is time for me to step up, join the battle line and become a soldier for Christ.

I treasure the time Janet and I spent together.  Our meeting was a miracle unto itself,  but that is another story.  I know we will be together again. Love lasts forever. Today I will March Forth for both of us.

MARCH FORTH and ALL GLORY BE TO GOD.

March Forth!  How Great Thou Art Lord!

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The Mother

22 Dec

“… how often would I have gathered thy children together, as a hen doth gather her brood under her wings…” Luke 13:34

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A belt of Gold brings together

A Garment of Praise,

Purple and Azure,

And a covering of Righteousness

White and Pure.

—

A Crown of Royalty rests on her Head,

Wrapped in Purple,

Yet unadorned,

For the Wedding Day has not yet come.

—

Majestic Arms,

Strong and Firm,

Reach out to the Nations,

Then gather back together the wounded and grieved,

In a warm embrace.

—

Standing firm,

On a strong foundation,

Not gilded or adorned with useless jewelry,

Set soundly on a true doctrine,

That none may cover.

—

She pours out the sustenance needed,

To strengthen the Saints of God.

—

One vessel holding the Priest’s share of the sacrifices,

Brought to the Brazen Altar,

Given graciously to those who hunger.

—

One vessel holds the precious food of the Spirit,

The Word of God,

Served to build the body of faith.

—

Eyes keenly upon the task at hand,

Not to the left or the right.

—

Face radiant with the glory of God,

Anointed to shepherd the people,

Those unwanted by the church of glass and velvet,

Those needing the foundation and guidance,

To heal.

—

The hand of the 5-fold ministry,

Carefully pours the anointing out,

To those appointed to fulfill the need.

—

The Mother,

The Church,

Will rise,

Bearing the vessels of truth and righteousness,

On its shoulders,

Looking for a people, to dip and drink.

—

It will rise in strength and confidence,

Knowing her place.

—

Only setting her work aside,

For a moment,

That moment when she embraces her children,

Blessing them and sending them forward,

To find their place.

—

Then lifting her vessels again,

Placing them firmly upon her shoulders,

She presses onward.

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Written 10-11-01

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GENTLE SPIRIT

19 Nov

But the Lord said unto him, Go thy way: for he is a chosen vessel unto me, to bear my name before the Gentiles, and kings, and the children of Israel: Acts 9:15

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Oh, Jesus,

work through this vessel.

Spread peace through this church,

settle your children.

Precious Jesus,

precious Jesus.

 

Close you eyes church,

listen with your spirits,

listen with your souls.

Do you hear it?

Do you feel it?

Gentle Spirit blow.

 

Feel the cool breeze,

flowing between the saints.

Feel the billow of His robe

caressing you cheek as He passes by.

 

Reach out to Him,

reach out.

He hesitates a moment,

He turns and touches the tips

of Your outstretched fingers.

Only a moment,

the gentlest touch.

 

What Heaven.

What joy.

What peace.

 

Blow, gentle Spirit.

Touch your children.

Precious Jesus,

precious Jesus.

—

Written July 15, 1993

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Virtuous

23 Sep

“She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.” Proverbs 31:26 (KJV)

Proverbs talks about a virtuous woman that most of us can only wonder about. In the hustle and bustle of the modern day life, most of us are tickled to get home from work, put dinner on the table, help with the kid’s homework, draw their baths and find 5 minutes to breathe before “hitting the sack.” I feel greatly accomplished if I can get an hour of prayer, Bible study and devotionals in before the family is up in the morning. How did life get this way?

The husband of the virtuous woman trusts her, and because of it he increases in his livelihood – but today the divorce rate (inside and outside of the church) is 50% in America in 2011, and many couples never marry at all, they just enjoy the “pleasure” without the commitment. Trust becomes scarce.

The virtuous woman works with her hands and brings food from “afar” – today, working with your hands ruins a $40 fingernail job and no one wants to travel more than a mile to go to the well-stocked grocery store.

The virtuous woman gets up while it is still dark and provides food for her family and servants – today, it’s a waffle or Pop Tart tossed in the toaster and everyone is still eating as they run out the door to school, appointments and work.

The virtuous woman buys land and plants vineyards – today, we’re trying desperately to keep our homes out of foreclosure. Inner city home lots are very small and growing a small garden is a true challenge with limited time and the cost of water. The time and financial economics doesn’t encourage the consideration, it’s cheaper and easier to pick up processed canned veggies.

The virtuous woman girds herself with strength – today, we are bombarded with ads about workout videos, the newest greatest exercise equipment, and classes that we attend a few times and then drop out of for lack of time and/or ambition.

The virtuous woman makes good quality products and works late into the night to finish them – today, we spend our days at a job in a business owned by someone else, hoping for a reduction in hours and an increase in pay. It is just an end to a need, no feeling of belonging, no pride in ownership, and little hope of success.

The virtuous woman makes sure her family is well clothed, and in “fine” clothing – today, there are charities and websites addressing the needs of the homeless and impoverished, begging for warm clothing and blankets because jobs are so scarce. People are living in their cars, in parks, in tents, or if they’re lucky, with relatives; trying to survive.

The virtuous woman has many other qualities that I do see clearly in the Church today, and even stronger as this economy rages. I see diligence in prayer, for themselves and for those in the community around them. I see honor in lending a hand to another, knowing that “but by the Grace of God go I.” I see developing and increasing wisdom through their relationship with Jesus. I see extended kindness to the hurting and lost through the leading of the Holy Spirit.

Although the times have drastically changed between the writing about the Virtuous Woman and now, we still have the choice of how we will live our lives and present ourselves to those around us. We can take on the armor of God, or find continued excuses to give into the way of the world. We can exhibit the fruit of the Spirit, or we can block out the needs of the helpless and dying; caring for “our 4 and no more.” We can be the hands and feet of Jesus – or we can prepare ourselves for the words “I never knew you: depart from me . . .” (Matt 7:23).

Lord, help me to strive to be virtuous, never forgetting that EVERYONE around me is your child, filled with dimmed hopes and abandoned dreams. Let me be your hands and feet.

By Linda J. Humes

Written 12-30-2011

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The Phenomena of the American “Christian”

18 Jul

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  For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.  For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved.  John 3:16-17 

My husband and I made the decision to become foster parents.  After a year of classes and paperwork, we were blessed with two little boys, which we were allowed to adopt four years later.  To say we have been blessed by our decision is an understatement, although it has not always been easy.

When we brought these boys into our lives, we were extremely involved in church, choir, teaching, Bible study, helps and various other church activities.  The boys were thrust into a culture they never knew existed.  Being church “staff kids” meant they often spend 10 to 12 hours a day at the church in different aspects of school and ministry.  They received a “crash course” in Christianity and were excited to share this delight with the world.

It was not uncommon for them to stop perfect strangers and ask questions or give lectures of the values of “keeping the temple clean” (no smoking, drinking or drugs) (1 Corinthians 6:19-20).  Being lectured by a 3-year-old or a 5-year-old on what harm certain substances can do to your body can be amusing, irritating, condemning or all three.  Going to the grocery store or drug store was always an adventure.  Restaurants were unpredictable – they knew they had a captive audience; the waiter or waitress.

We never knew when or what they were going to say.  They held a boldness I never had when it came to their faith.  The amazing thing is, that with their wide-eyed innocence, people always answered.  That is what this is all about.  Not about the innocent questioning, it’s about the answers.

I had read that Americans consider themselves to be Christians, simply because they are Americans!  Several people responded in just that manner – “sure, I’m a Christian – I’m an American!”  but, when pinned down about which church they attended – they didn’t.  When they did, it was for Christmas, Easter and Weddings.

One young man said that he wasn’t a Christian, his mom was.  He said he was a Christian once, but he quit going to church.  He knew he needed to start going back, but he was busy.  Sunday was his sleep-in day.

One young man said he wasn’t a Christian, he was a Baptist!  And several LDS said they were Christians, even though they don’t believe Jesus is the son of God.

We met several people who were obviously into New Age, but believed they were Christians.  We even knew of people who claimed to be “white witches” who felt they were Christians.  People who attend church on Sunday and read horoscopes every day of the week.  People who pray at bedtime and call psychics during the day.  It’s the phenomena of the American “Christian.”

I, myself, spent several years in a denominational church and was never encouraged to read the Bible (2 Timothy 2:15), never told that horoscopes were forbidden (Isaiah 47:13-14), or that psychics were cursed (Leviticus 20:21).  I didn’t know “white” witchcraft was “witchcraft” trying to make itself look “good” instead of “evil” (Deuteronomy 18:10-12).  I have prayed many, many hours over this phenomena.  What is the answer?

The word of the Lord came to me “Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few; [38] Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth labourers into his harvest” (Matthew 9:37-38).  The mission field begins in our own home.  The mission field is at our front door.

Because America does not have to fight to have freedom of religion, the people don’t understand what true Christianity is.  In those countries where they lay down their lives for an hour a week to gather together in prayer and Bible study – you can believe they understand.  We dwell in a country where we know a little bit about everything – but very few know a lot about any one particular thing; especially, it seems, pure Christianity.

We, the Church, have allowed confusion, distraction, and laziness to enter into the message we were sent to share (Galatians 1:6-8).  It crept in, ever so quietly, and took its place among the once dedicated.  Now we are sent to search it out.

There in the curiosity of my two children dwelt an answer.  Where I had been content for someone to verify they were a Christian, now I knew the mission was to make sure that they knew what Christianity was and how to come to the saving grace of Christ.  It is each of our jobs to steer the confused from horoscopes to scriptures – from psychics to Jesus.

Jesus, let me always be mindful of the enemy we battle and the subtle ways he perverts the truth.  Let me not be pacified with quick answers that may leave a soul, believing they are walking righteously, in the hands of an evil curse.  Let me speak up, at my own discomfort, to bring that little lost sheep back home.

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30 DAYS OF THANKFULNESS

30 Nov
Thankfulness
“And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful.”  Colossians 3:15
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11/1/13 – So, 30 days of Thanksgiving starts today. I am thankful that I have a personal relationship with my God and savior, Jesus Christ. Without Him I am nothing.
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11/2/13 – Day 2 of Thankfulness. I am thankful that Martin Luther fought for every man and woman to have a copy of the Bible. We can all see the struggles and triumphs of those throughout time – giving us courage to run on.
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11/3/13 – Day 3 of Thankfulness – I am thankful that when I, or someone I love, or even a complete stranger, has a need – large or small – I can go into prayer and the very Savior I worship intercedes with me to ABBA Father. In that moment miracles happen, some visible, some spiritual, some emotional – all touched by the hand of God. Thank you Jesus.
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11/4/13 – I am thankful that when I am overwhelmed or in a crisis, I have the saints and the prayer warriors to intercede, encourage and support my need. They are there to lift my hands when I no longer have the strength, and they can do it from a thousand miles away with a short and simple prayer.
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11/5/13 – Day 5 of Thankfulness – I am thankful to Pastor Lee Pace who saw something in me and gave me the job of studying scripture, front to back and researching subjects to create sermon materials and Christian college curriculum. It imprinted the Word and works of God deep within me.
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11/6/13 – Day 6 of Thankfulness – I am thankful to Pastor Joseph Kern for working with Bethany Bible University to help create an distance learning program so that I could complete my BA in Theological Studies. Without his care, encouragement and diligence I would not have been able to take these 2 years of studies. Those studies have opened my eyes to the complications over the last 2000 Plus years in the Christian struggles and the struggles between the religions. Priceless.
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11/7/13 –Day 7 of Thankfulness – I am thankful to Pastor Bryan Pace who allowed me to be a part of the incredible River Of Life Choir for many, many years. Who taught me how to enter into free worship and singing in the spirit and touch the face of God.
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11/8/13 – Day 8 of Thankfulness – I am thankful for Pastor Bruce Montroy who encourages my writing and interpretive thoughts. For inviting me into his ministry and allowing me to work alongside his group to minister to the homeless in Prescott, AZ. There is a special feeling when you give to someone who cannot give back – except through the eyes of thankfulness.
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11/9/13 – Day 9 of Thankfulness – I am thankful for Pastor Ronda Ehlert who allowed me to be a part of the Word of Life Assembly (WOLA) worship team and honor God through my voice and guitar. An old lady in such a young worship team. Delightful.
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11/10/13 – Day 10 of Thankfulness – I am thankful for Pastor Todd League who always encouraged me and trusted me to be a part of the intense Feed The Community Thanksgiving Dinner team. For continuing to supply meals to the Women’s Shelter that our ministry had started after we had to move away from Chino Valley. And for being a strong foundation for the youth and congregation of Chino Valley. You touched my life.
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11/11/13 – Day 11 of Thankfulness – I am thankful for Minister Eddie James who writes music so pure and anointed that it breaks your heart for God. For the life he chose in touching the lives of young people all over the world, including my own children. And for living an open life of faith and humility, something so very rare.
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11/12/13 – Day 12 of Thankfulness – I am thankful that when I’m having a “down” day God brings me little reminders of His love. Today I found a small pansy growing in a wagon out front. It survived the hard freeze 2 days ago and bloomed yesterday. Then God reconnected me in a phone call with someone I haven’t seen or spoken to in about 15 years. Little things that mean so much.
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11/13/13 – Day 13 of Thanksgiving – I am thankful for Pastor (Reverend?) Billy Graham, Pastor Chuck Swindoll and Pastor Marilyn Hickey. After I gave my heart to serving Jesus I was so hungry to learn everything I could about the Bible and the history of the church and those who made the church what it was – but I was way past broke. Billy’ s ministry sent me books every month and I absorbed them all. Chuck’s ministry sent me Bible Study guides that went along with the series he was preaching on every day on the radio. Marilyn’s ministry sent out Bible Study guides that went along with what she was preaching every day on TV. I moved my work schedule around so I could attend all of the studies, plus any studies available around town. I was putting magazines together for an arson investigators association and it made my hours flexible. I wonder if they ever thought tat those materials were going out to someone who would become an ordained pastor with a BA in Theology.
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11/14/13 – Day 14 of Thankfulness – I am thankful for my job. I am thankful that they gave me a chance, even in my golden years. I’m thankful that God placed me in a division with wonderful people who care about each other and enjoy working together. AND I’m thankful that I don’t have to dress up every day and compete for style – I’m in an area where sweatshirts, jeans and boots are the norm, along with a ballcap topper. Only disadvantage is that computers and servers have to stay cold, I prefer warm – but they blessed me with a space heater to keep me toasty.
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11/15/13 – Day 15 of Thankfulness – I am thankful that even though I haven’t found a church to attend locally, that there are services on the Internet and in PodCasts that I can watch and listen to and still be taught and built up in God’s Word. I get to watch 2-3 services on Sunday morning from my computer (in my jammies!!) and listen to 3 different ministries on my kindle through PodCasts. It isn’t the same as being with a body of saints where there is immediate interface of prayer and encouragement and fellowship – but I can still hear the Word of God through the interpretation of several different pastors. Makes you think and study more. Wonderful.
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11/16/13 – Day 16 of Thankfulness – I am thankful to have a roof over my head and walls all around – there are so many who do not. Even though this old rental is drafty, cold and damp in the winter and hot and humid in the summer, it keeps me safe and provides a place for our family to gather and enjoy a wonderful meal together. Soon I will have to leave here – but until I do, I will thank the Lord that he provided me shelter when I had to leave my previous home quickly to move across the state for work. He ALWAYS provides for me. Thank You Jesus!
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11/17/13 – Day 17 of Thankfulness – I am thankful for Facebook, eMail, Texting and Messaging that allows me to stay connected to family and friends many miles away. It allows me to share the joys and the sorrows of daily life. It allows me to watch children grow, adults age, share Holiday pictures and watch / participate in milestones. No longer do I have to wait weeks for a letter to arrive. No longer do I have to wait years to see a loving face. I can open a photo and be right there, the moment it is posted. It isn’t the same as being there, for sure – but it is awfully close.
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11/18/13 – Day 18 of Thankfulness – I am thankful that, even though I have some pretty serious health issues, through diet and herbs I have been able to keep it under control and I have a pretty healthy life. God has blessed me with people who have the knowledge to help me with herbs to heal, when they know I’m unable to take most all prescriptions. God gave us everything we need to take care of the body He gave us. So thankful.
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11/19/13 – Day 19 of Thankfulness – I am so thankful for the little critters that God has blessed me with. 27 chickens, 2 ducks. 4 dogs and 4 cats. They bring a smile in the morning. They greet me multiple times during the day. 3 dogs and one cat climb into bed with me at night and keep me warm when it’s cold out – and, unfortunately, when it’s way too warm. They warn me when strangers approach, and when things are out of sorts. And Quackers the duck has become quite an effective alarm clock. Blessed.
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11/20/13 – Day 20 of Thankfulness – I wanted to wait until this time of the month to talk about my family; closer to Thanksgiving day. I have a very big family. God has put so many people into my life that have become brothers, sisters, sons and daughters. People who encourage me, pray for me, teach me, treat me and spoil me rotten. I have been so blessed with these relationships. I would not be the same person without their love and influence – all of them. I think I may be the richest person in the world because of them, for the love they share with me is priceless.
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11/21/13 – Day 21 of Thankfulness – I can’t even explain how thankful I am for my children; the one I gave birth to, the two I adopted and the dozens that entered our lives and stayed. To feel so loved is indescribable. No matter where we are, I get hugs. Every day I hear “I love you” multiple times. How much more blessed could a person be? What an honor to be called “Mama” – Priceless.
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11/22/13 – Day 22 of Thankfulness – I am thankful for my son Paul, who came into this world 29 years ago after a very difficult birth. He has brought me such joy and purpose. He was born with a very tender heart and displays a heart of compassion. He walked with me through many difficult years and his encouragement helped keep my spirits up. He knows the power of laying hands on a refrigerator …and praying for food, because we lived it. He knows that he is unconditionally loved – and so do I. He is always there for me, every day. He is now a strong and wonderful young man preparing to be a husband and father – something he has dreamed of all his life. I am so proud of him – and thankful that God trusted me to be his mom.
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11/23/13 – Day 23 of Thankfulness – I am thankful for my son Eli. I didn’t give birth to Eli, but was granted the honor of being his mom. Eli is our dare-devil and athlete, with a heart filled with compassion for people. His desire is to make a difference in the lives of others, that’s really awesome. He went into the Army to defend our country, and came back and worked hard to earn his Firefighter I and II certifications, his Wildland Fire certification, his EMS certification and is going back into the service. I am so proud of Eli and the tenderness God has put inside of him. I’m thankful for the gift of being his Mom.
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11/24/13 – Day 24 of Thankfulness – I am thankful for my son Jon.  I didn’t give birth to Jon, but was granted the honor of being his mom.  Jon is the one who brings silliness to our lives.  Dancing crazy dances, singing silly songs, dancing on a roof in a leprechaun costume or running around a track in a fat lady suit to promote donations for cancer; he always keeps us laughing.  Jon has wanted to be President of the United States since he was about 4, but his career dreams change every 24 hours, or less; it’s hard to keep up!  Jon has a heart for youth and the struggles young people go through.  He has been involved in leadership in youth ministry for at least 6 years; probably more. He has followed my lead in studying Theatre Arts and Theology.  I’m very proud of Jon.  If he ever stops dreaming and begins to implement all of the ideas he has formulated, he will do truly amazing things. I am thankful that God gave me the honor of being his mom.
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11/25/13 – Day 25 of Thankfulness – Although this may sound like an odd thing to be thankful for, I will explain.  I am thankful for broken relationships.  I am sad to say that I have been married twice and I’m single now.  But I am thankful for 2 major events – one in each relationship.  I am thankful for my first relationship because my son Paul was born in that relationship.  And in the 2nd relationship, I was able to adopt my other 2 sons, Eli and Jon.  For every difficult path we walk, there is some fragment of goodness.  In both of those difficult time, and most of you walked through much of it with me – there was a great goodness – my children.  Thankful.
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11-26-13 – Day 26 of Thankfulness – I am thankful for my 2003 Mercury Grand Marquis with only ½ a paint job and an incredible run history.  I bought it about 7 years ago with just over 50,000 miles on it and have shared the road with it over 100,000 miles since.  The A/C and Heater don’t really work, but the defroster does and that’s all that really matters.  It starts every time I turn the key and that is what’s most important to me.  I figure I have at least another 100,000 miles left on her – and I’m looking forward to the places we will go.  Blessed.
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11/27/13 – Day 27 of Thankfulness – I am thankful for Paul’s beautiful lady, Heather Beeson.  Heather has brought so much joy to our home, by just being her.  She is caring and compassionate and makes my son incredibly happy.  A mom couldn’t ask for more.  And, bonus prize, she brings along with her little 4 year old Joey to capture everyone’s hearts.  Thank you Heather, for coming into our lives.
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11/28/13 – Day 28 of Thankfulness – Thanksgiving Day!  I am thankful for my life – for ALL it brought, for ALL it will bring.  I’m thankful for the difficult trials, for it taught me compassion.  I’m thankful for the poverty, for it taught me ingenuity.  I’m thankful for my children, for they bring me love.  I’m thankful for my animals, for they bring me joy.  I’m thankful for my Savior, for He brought / brings me Hope. I’m thankful for my church(es), for they taught me praise and worship.  I’m thankful for my friends, for they share their wisdom. I’m thankful for my jobs, for they bring me provision. I’m thankful for the pains of life, for it taught me prayer. I’m thankful for all of you, for I will never feel alone.  God Bless You this Thanksgiving Day. 
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11/29/13 -Day 29 of Thankfulness – I am thankful for days of rest. Days when the chore board is overflowing and you determine that tomorrow would be a better bet. When you spend time reconnecting with old friends and lend a listening ear. When you  go grab a big fluffy blanket and snuggle up for a nap. A day of reflection and prayer. A day of leftovers and holiday movies next to a warm fire. I don’t get them often, but when I do, I’m so thankful.
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11/30/13 – Day 30 of Thankfulness – I am thankful to be able to be thankful. I’m thankful to live in a country where I have the freedom to go to church without persecution. I’m thankful that I live where there is running water and bathrooms – something I didn’t always have when I was growing up. I’m thankful that I can go to a grocery store and buy food, or a farmer’s market, or my own back yard. I’m thankful that I don’t live in fear of soldiers breaking down my door and killing my family. I’m thankful that I don’t have to be afraid to drive downtown, for fear of riots or car bombs. We live in a very blessed country and I fear that we take it for granted. Pray for the freedom we have, the security we have, the rights we have, so that God will protect it when the foolishness of man tries to steal it away. Be thankful that we are in a position to be thankful – so much of the world has lost hope.
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