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Regenerating Grace

14 Oct

“So I say this, and affirm in the Lord, that you are to no longer walk just as the Gentiles also walk, in the futility of their minds, being darkened in their understanding, excluded from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them, because of the hardness of their heart; and they, having become callous, have given themselves up to indecent behavior for the practice of every kind of impurity with greediness.” Ephesians 4:17-19 

Day to day life can seem like a simple “cruise control” event until we get up, out of bed, and look it directly in the face. Last night’s dishes are still in the sink (too tired), and the refrigerator was emptied of the breakfast meal by a hungry midnight snacker. Deep Breath. 

We begin our days with great expectations and realize that all things change! Some we have control over, some we don’t. Frustration only brings more frustration and coming to a common ground of grace is much more difficult than anticipated. 

When Paul wrote the book of Ephesians he keyed in on the human mind and how once committed mindsets were easily swayed and drawn toward human pleasure rather than to the committed promises of serving the Lord in Holiness. Paul charged the church of Ephesus with the call to Profess the Gospel and help their families and the people of Ephesus find a new life of righteousness and holiness. 

I suspect that they did go to the people of Ephesus with full intentions of helping them find the true life of a believer in Christ. I suspect that their intentions were consumed by the attractiveness of the lifestyle of the people and their intentions to help the people turned into their becoming more like those they were there to profess the gospel too. It was a slow falling away. One little “it won’t make a difference if I” moment, to a “nothing happened when I did the last thing,“ to a complete and unrecoverable fall. 

People started out fully committed to serving the Lord, to teach and be an example to the people of Ephesus by walking out scriptural truths and moral purity. Then, one “little” misdeed turned to daily misdeeds and the “Lord’s chosen” began to act like those very people they were sent to pull away from indecent and impure behaviors. They took on the behaviors of the people of darkness, those blinded by ignorance, walking in lewdness, impurity, and sexual sin. Instead of rising above and helping the lost, they fell deep into their pit and became like those they were sent to save. 

We see it in the church today! We see it in our homes. We see it on the streets. The news stories almost revel in telling  of dedicated people of faith falling into the very things they preach and teach against. Proverbs 14:12 warns them of that very trap, “There is a way which seems right to a person, But its end is the way of death.”  Yet, in those moments of “pleasure” they lose their way and their righteous walk. Their “day to day” faith filled walk took a deadly turn of unexpected distance from the Father. They became blinded by the lure of sin and the appearance of the joyous life that tore them from the hands of God. 

It didn’t happen all at once, it was a slow transition. An “attractive” move into worldliness. Like the the midnight refrigerator raider who didn’t consider anyone other than themselves by eating what was meant for the family for breakfast. It was an “I don’t care” attitude toward the graces and love of others, and of the Father. 

How do we help them get back to the New Man, the New Creation, and live by the New Principles set out by the scriptures of truth? How do we help them regenerate grace and righteousness and right living? We walk with them all the way back to the beginning! All the way back to when they first heard the voice of their Father and wanted nothing more than to please Him and care for His earthly children. We have to walk with them until they know how much they are loved and how their love towards others will change them. We have to take them back to the beginning when they first met Jesus and spoke their acceptance of Him as their Lord and Savior. We have to take them back.

** A Journey Through Ephesians – Chapter 4, Part 8

By Linda J. Humes, Written 8-25-25

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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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Faith Beginnings

9 Mar

“As a result, we are no longer to be children, tossed here and there by waves and carried about by every wind of doctrine, by the trickery of people, by craftiness in deceitful scheming; 15 but speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in all aspects into Him who is the head, that is, Christ,”      Ephesians 4:14-15

I will never forget the day a friend asked me if I wanted to go to a faith Crusade. I hadn’t gone to church since I was a child and didn’t know where to start looking for a church that I thought I would fit into. So many different churches to choose from and I had no idea what any of them believed in. I trusted my friend and that night my entire life changed. 

My immediate family weren’t church goers, but I knew that my aunts, uncles and cousins on both sides of the family were. When my brother and I were in grade school we would walk to a little church a few blocks away from our home. It was okay for a little while, but then, one Sunday, something happened in the classroom that scared us and we never went back again. Even though we were afraid of going back to a church, I always felt a connection to Jesus, I just didn’t understand what it was all about.

That day, the day that I went to the Crusade and gave my heart and soul to Jesus, everything began to change. Things in my life started to make sense. What a joyous moment that changed my life into an unbelievable faith walk of trust, joy and peace.  But in those beginning moments of my walk of faith I was not expecting the challenges of becoming a new believer. Thankfully, I grew through that season to a person of confidence and understanding.

Becoming a new believer comes with a whole list of feelings, rules, expectations, self regulations, and so much more that I was very confused about. Eph 4:14 talks about how we are “no longer children, tossed here and there by waves and carried about by every wind of doctrine”. We start out only understanding how to ask Jesus into our heart and then comes the overwhelming amount of scriptures, church denominations, church doctrines, what to wear, what not to wear, earrings or no earrings, dresses or pants, shoes that hide your feet or shoes that let your toes show – and that whole long hair – short hair issue.  **sigh**  In what chapter and verse does the Bible explain it all?!?!?! Is this part of becoming Holy???

I was working on a painting a bit ago and it reminded me of the importance of negative space, and how that can apply to us in all aspects of our lives. As I started thinking about the church and the dynamics of the Pastors, seasoned believers and the new believers I wondered if sometimes we don’t recognize the new believers because of their hesitancy to speak to anyone, sit towards the front, or make themselves recognizable. They fell into the negative space. They are there but not recognized, staying quiet and to the back.  Are they just “someone” there that we expect to grow on their own and make a way out of the confusion into wisdom? Do we see them being “tossed here and there” in complete confusion? Do we realize that they may have left the church without our recognizing it because they didn’t know what to do and felt as if they didn’t belong?? Hard questions. 

Father, I pray that when someone feels their call to come to You that we will make them a priority. Father, help us to bond with them, pray with them, make them a part of what the church is all about – an integral part. Help us help them feel like they belong to this wonderful family of Christ; growing, moving, every present. Father, help us to be the family who helps them feel Your precious love, as well as the love of Your children, firmly rooted and grounded in Your Holy Word. Nurtured. Guided. Taught. Prepared. Ready to receive the gifts that the Holy Spirit is holding for them to request.

** A Journey Through Ephesians – Chapter 4, Part 6

By Linda J Humes 3-7-25

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Butter Rum Lifesavers and Black Jack Gum

26 Dec

Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged.   1 Corinthians 13:4-5 NLT

Sometimes Heroes come into our lives, not the SuperHeroes with magical powers, but the person who can see into your smallness, aloneness, fearfulness, and breathe peace, hope and true love into your situation. That hero was my Grandfather!

Harold Zimmerman Paddock 2/15/1906 – 1/20/1980

My life began with a wonderful, delightful circumstance that I wish every toddler could experience. My parents and I lived in the house directly behind my grandparents, they were always present in my young life. In the morning I would have breakfast with my mom, then walk over to Grandma and Grandpa’s place and have breakfast with them. Lunch worked the same way. I spent as much time, perhaps more, at my grandparent’s home than I did at mine.

My grandfather was very ill all the years that I knew him. He could not breathe well, always wheezed, sometimes gasping for air. His emphysema kicked up at the least amount of dust, even from baby powder in a blanket. He lost 1 ½ lungs to Black Lung from working in a coal mine when he was younger. He had a corkscrew scar that wrapped around his body and he wrapped an elastic cloth tightly around his scars to keep the pain down. I don’t remember his ever complaining. 

When I was little he was in bed a lot. I would climb up on the bed and take him my books. He would read them to me, over and over again. One time, I am told, he was very, very sick and he could not read to me. So, I climbed up in that bed, as close as I could get without hurting him, and with my book upside down I read to him. Word for word! I had memorized them from all the times that he had read to me.   

Some time later we moved away for my birth dad’s work. Every time we came back to visit my grandparents, my grandfather would take my little hand and we would walk a block to a house on the corner that had a little store in one of its rooms. He would always buy me a package of Butter Rum Lifesavers and a pack of Black Jack Gum, for as many years as I can remember. I have a pack of Black Jack gum on my kitchen table near my computer so I can see it every time I work. Butter Rum Lifesavers and Black Jack Gum. Memories, it always makes me smile.

He always wore Flip Flops, what we called Zorries back then, and in the summer he wore Hawaiian shirts (loose and flowing) In the winter he wore Flannel Shirts, usually blue. Over the last 10 years I have collected a few Hawaiian shirts, and most recently, well over a dozen flannel shirts. I sit and run my hands along the flannel as I work. I knew collecting them was tied to a memory, but I couldn’t make it out for the longest time. It was Grandpa! 

Grandpa had a warm infectious smile that turned you sad moments around without a word. Just being near him you knew it would all be ok. No matter what the battle was. Grandpa always lit up when he saw my grandmother. Making her smile was his joy. Grandpa grew flowers and roses for my grandmother, a special gift. He would work in the garden to be sure there were always flowers blooming. Grandma loved them. He made sure that she had a fresh flower in a little juice glass on the kitchen table where she set her plate to eat. Over the last few years Ihave bought myself small bouquets and I always cut a few out of the bunch to put in a tiny vase near my computer. I’m pretty sure how having those flowers made grandma feel, I feel it too.

When grandpa was feeling stronger he loved to work in his shop making wooden gifts for the grandkids. He made me a miniature kitchen hutch, all working doors and a slide out cutting board. He made my youngest brother a beautiful rocking horse. And he made each one of the grandkids wooden chairs with hearts cut into the back. They matched the wooden table that he put together, one for each household. I remember how we all appreciated them back when he gave each one of us our chair – I think I appreciate it more now because I knew how difficult it was for him to even stand up in that shop and make them. 

Several years later Grandpa was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa and his eyesight failed. He could get around the garden and house, but couldn’t drive or read. My grandmother bought the entire collection of Zane Grey Westerns and every night she read those books to him. I never really thought alot about how that blessing did a full turn – first reading continually to us as children, and then her reading to him in his golden years. I think that’s rather beautiful.  

Grandpa loved music. I don’t remember him ever singing, but I remember him closing his eyes to listen and smiling, a very peaceful smile. Music played from the moment grandma woke up until they all went to bed. She had so many albums, played on the old HiFi/Record Player. Always music. Grandma loved to shuffle dance around the kitchen and living room when certain songs came on. I remember thinking those were the most peaceful times in my life. It was the love. It was the joy. It was them together. 

My strength came from my Grandmother who had to become the family provider and raise 3 strong-willed boys and a strong-willed daughter, my mother. She was the family Matriarch. But my compassion came from my Grandfather. Through all of his pain and illness he was Peace! He saw Hope. He saw Beauty in the sky, the flowers, the music, all of his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, but most of all in my grandmother.. Grandpa was love.

 My grandparents were C&E Christians, not real churchgoers. Easter, Christmas, Weddings and Funerals, that was about it. They said they were Methodists and that’s where they went when they attended. They never really spoke of God, but they prayed at every meal, prayers of thanksgiving. Grandma brought all of the family together every Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Their modest home was filled with card tables and folding chairs so that everyone had a place to sit. 

The family was very close and whenever there was a need they all came together. When I was 9 my birth father died and my grandparents and uncles drove to where we were, packed us into their cars and took us to live in my grandparents home. My Mom and 4 children moved into my grandparents 2 bedroom home with a Jack and Jill Bathroom. It was tight and it was cozy. I still remember the towering Oak and Walnut trees in the backyard and how we gathered walnuts into nut bags for what seemed like months. They were wonderful to eat, not as much fun to collect and sort. 

About 9 months later we all moved into a 3 bedroom home, all 6 of us. We didn’t stay together long, not as long as I had hoped, or as the adults expected. My mother remarried and my grandparents moved to a home of their own. A bigger home where our now rapidly growing families could all come together on Sundays and Holidays.

The family always moved together, always living just a few blocks apart, except for mine. My grandparents and all 3 uncles with their families moved to the small town next to the town we lived in. Several years later we followed my stepfather’s work and moved to another state. When we did the rest of the family moved to a very small town in another state, all of them except us. I missed them so much when we moved apart. I still miss them today, maybe even more than ever.

I came upon a Christmas book my grandparents gave me the year I was born. Such a precious inscription inside. They attended all of my plays, graduations and special events. Encouraged my art, my music and my writing. They were my encouragers. When being a teenager in the 60s was so crazy, they were my strength. Those smiles, the love, the encouragement when no one else did. 

They knew that I became a strong Christian, but never knew that I became a Pastor and taught so many, adults and children, about the Bible and Jesus. They never were able to see me publish my first 3 books. They aren’t here to encourage me as I am ½ way through my 4th book. But all I need to do is close my eyes, run my hand across the soft flannel of my shirt and I see their faces and amazing smiles. Everything will be okay!

Thank You God for blessing me with my Grandparents. Thank You for encouraging me to take their legacies forward.

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Written by Linda J. Humes – 12/26/24

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THAT HE MIGHT FILL ALL THINGS

19 Dec

“Now this expression, ‘He ascended,’ what does it mean except that He also had descended into the lower parts of the earth? He who descended is Himself also He who ascended far above all the heavens, so that He might fill all things.”  Ephesians 4:9-10

Many years ago I visited a cavern in Arkansas. I had never been in a deep cavern before, just a few shallow caves where I was never more than 8 feet from the opening. This was very different.

I remember that cavern for many different reasons, and I’m not exactly sure why. I remember the path around the outside that we were instructed to walk single-file on and not veer from. I remember how damp it was and that I could hear the dripping of water from all around. I remember that it was dim inside and that at one point they turned out all of the lights. I remember that just for a moment I started to panic because it wasn’t just dark, it was pitch dark and you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. I remember reaching to my husband standing in front of me, assuring myself that I was not alone. When the lights came I saw the stalactites above, the stalagmites below, the narrow path along the wall, the line of people, and I felt a peace I didn’t really understand.  

It was an interesting experience. I’m glad that I went inside and I saw, or didn’t see, the depths of the cave and the way it seemed to be untouched by anything happening in the outside world. I remember wondering what other things were hidden, untouched, beautiful, dangerous, unexplainable, but right there in the depths of the earth.

Over the last year I have heard God speak to me “Go Deeper!” “Go Deeper.” I have studied and prayed for hours every day. “Go Deeper.”

From the annals of time God has called His people to go deeper. When they couldn’t hear or understand what He meant He set them in circumstances that they could not ignore. 

  • Moses with the burning bush. 
  • Aaron with his rod. 
  • Marian in her dance. 
  • David with his Lyre, his jaw bone, his spear, his 3 smooth stones. 
  • Samuel being called in the night. 
  • Elisha with his fire called down from Heaven. 
  • Jonah in the depths of the water, in the belly of a whale. 
  • Noah building the first ship in a country that had never experienced rain. 
  • Esther, who called the Jewish people to prayer and fasting to save the nation. 
  • Deborah, made a judge and called as a prophet to instruct an army, at a time when women held no value. 
  • Daniel, with faith to disobey a king, tossed into a pit filled with lions, to honor God, and God honored him. 
  • Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, thrown into a fire for dishonoring a king and refusing to dishonor God. Walking out without a scorch or smokey smell. 
  • You and me . . . . . . . . . . . . . ??

Jesus, God the Son, sent to earth as a baby to bring salvation to all people. Jesus, crucified. Jesus, who walked again with his disciples for 40 days after He resurrected, so that they might understand and never doubt again! Jesus, descended into hades, took the Keys to death and hell, then ascended to sit at the right hand of God the Father. Jesus.

Why??

“So that He might fill all things.” So that the perfect will of God would be completed! So that all of the prophetic scriptures of the Old Testament would be fulfilled. So that all of the scriptures of the New Testament would be walked out and completed. So that Satan would lose all power over death. So that all of the human race could find salvation and a life of eternity with God, in Heavenly places! That everything would be Filled with Him!!! 

All we have to do is ask – and obey!

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

By Linda J Humes – Written 12-7-24

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The Day The Angels Cried

11 Sep

Twin Towers 9-11-2001

“And Jesus answered him, The first of all the commandments is, Hear, O Israel; The Lord our God is one Lord: [30] And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. [31] And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.”           Mark 12:29-31

September 11th, 2001 will be one of those dates that no one will forget. It has engraved its importance upon our spirits and hangs heavy in our memory. September 11th, 2001 was the day the angels cried.

No one will forget the horror of the airplanes bursting through the tower walls of the world trade center, or the empty helplessness of watching the men and women falling the 80 to 90 stories to the ground. We felt hope as we watched the fire, police and rescue personnel head into the chaos and devastation when the towers swallowed them up.

When we saw the 110-story towers implode and disintegrate into powdery dust, dust made from concrete and glass, snowing down in a suffocating blizzard, we were there. Who the dust covered people were wasn’t important. The race, creed or color of the person wasn’t important. They were life – that was important. They were family – brothers and sisters who’s names we may never know, who’s stories we may never hear, but they were family – tied to us by the horror of the breach of freedom we so generously share.

America. A country so tender that we sat for hours glued to a TV screen and prayed, encouraged and cheered when rescue workers freed baby Jessica McClure from an abandoned well. A country so generous that we open our arms to the thousands of immigrants who cross our borders every year – providing them food, shelter, medical care and education. A country so strong that after wars and conflicts, we have been able to return home and raise our families with humility and a sense of forgiveness and peace. A blessed country, graciously blessing others. A country betrayed.

America. The tenderness and generosity grievously stunned by such a horrific act. America. Attacked strategically to destroy our economy and military intelligence – but rising up to recognize that in the moments of tragedy only one thing mattered – life and the preservation of it.

Helplessly scattered across the nation, we reached out with truckloads of food, clothing and medical supplies. We donated money from our household budgets to send to the Red Cross and Salvation Army who tended the victims and the rescue workers. We stood hours in line to give blood to send to the hospitals near ground zero. We mourn the deaths, rejoice with the miracles, encourage the jobless – and we pray. When we could do no more, we sat and watched the live news, for hours, days, weeks, and prayed; even still – we pray.

The probability of life in the wreckage is no longer. The fires that have burned in the stories of the crushed building for weeks send eerie symbolism of the bowels of Hell. Satan came down to destroy a country built on the premise of the Bible and dedicated to God, but he failed. What Satan has done to destroy America, God has turned around and created a new and wonderful understanding of what America is. God brought back to us the very foundations that this country was birthed on. God united the people and told the world that we are ONE. One people, one race, one color, one family – one AMERICA.

We will never forget the thousands entombed in the death of that majestic building – just as we have never forgotten the sailors entombed in the USS Arizona. In time we will forgive the misguided souls that did this – but we will never forget. Life will go on with some changes, but nothing that we, as individuals and as a nation, cannot overcome.

Since that day, the American people have been a little quieter; introspective. Mothers and fathers hold their children a little closer, holding their hands when they’re in public. Trivial things don’t matter any more. People don’t squabble in line at the grocery stores. Traffic is reduced, only traveling if necessary. The malls, restaurants and theatres are nearly empty where they used to be overflowing. People work less hours and spend more time with their families. We have become more aware of the treasures of life, and less caught up in the luxury available. We have re-established contact with distant family and old friends. Families are going back to church and re-establishing their relationship with their creator. People are more aware of the things around them and how very precious they are.

Satan took away the lives of 6000+ members of our family – and God showed us the way back to the true meaning of life. America – the land of the free, the home of the brave – family bound together by God. Victorious.

Many families now are seeing their children off to a war in a land where life has no meaning. A land where poverty is overwhelming and need is so great. A land where one man has orchestrated a gross evil that has marred their world. Some of our families are sending their children to an ultimate sacrifice, to ensure that our country is once again safe.

Jesus, grant us the grace to see you at every turn, no matter what the daily outcome seems. Jesus, build our faith with each passing moment. And Jesus, give us the strength to forgive, and the power to overcome.

Written by Linda J. Humes

10-13-2001

WE WILL NEVER FORGET!

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Grafted

29 Mar

And even they, if they do not continue in their unbelief, will be grafted in, for God has the power to graft them in again. For if you were cut from what is by nature a wild olive tree, and grafted, contrary to nature, into a cultivated olive tree, how much more will these, the natural branches, be grafted back into their own olive tree.  Romans 11:23-24

It was a deep wound,

Intended to bring death,
Inflicted by the spear,
Of a Roman Soldier.

Gaping open,
It released blood and water.
The blood of the new covenant,
The water of the Holy Spirit,
Yet to come.

The precious liquids,
Oozing to the surface,
Were the precious nutrients,
To give food and strength,
To the nation to come.

Inside that wound,
Deep in the side of my Savior,
The wound Satan meant for evil,
God planted a seed,
A bud,
A grafted nation,
A place for me.

That wound,
And the seed inside,
Were anointed with myrrh,
With aloes, and with spices.
Wrapped so carefully,
With the finest linen,
Preparing a cleft,
Of most Holy foundation,
For the Gentile to join,
God’s chosen.

Then came the moment,
When the linens were left,
In the shape of a man,
But hollow and unaltered,
As a message of release.

The moment when Christ,
With the grafted children,
Tucked safely beneath his arm,
Faced Satan and conquered death.

Now this nation,
Birthed in the side of Christ,
As Eve was birthed,
In the side of Adam,
Sat in communion,
At the right hand of God.

Guided forth,
Performing greater miracles,
Exhibiting greater power,
Flowing in the Holy Spirit,
The seed branched forward.

Inside that graft,
With its roots entwined,
Deep into the Master,
There is a leaf,
Turning to the Son,
Preparing to break forth,
And follow the way,
Set forth by Him.

It’s just one leaf,
Of the many branches,
Just one small part,
Of a mighty tree.
But on that leaf,
Is a name,
And that name belongs,
To ME.

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Written 3-9-1999

By Linda J Humes

**A Walk To Gethsemane**

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Into Every Hand

27 Nov

Into every person’s hand,

God brings life.

Sometimes they are the children of our passion;

Sometimes the children of our compassion;

Sometimes the hopes and dreams of our soul.

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And with the honor comes obligation;

to breathe truth, to breathe love,

to breathe hope, to breathe light,

into that life.

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With the guard of ministering angels, life can grow.

But tempted by the guard of the fallen,

they find anger, they find strife,

they embrace perversion.

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We choose their angels, in their toddler years;

They choose their angels, in their teens;

All choose again, in the maturing of life.

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Where have we sent them, these precious lives?

What have we shown them?

What example have we set?

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Do the angels of our light,

war with the angels of their darkness;

Or do the angels of our darkness,

strive to drive away the angels of their light?

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Into every hand, God places the gift of life.

Some are the children of our passion;

Some are the children of our compassion;

Some are the hopes and dreams,

of our soul.

Written By Linda J. Humes

10-11-98

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Now In Christ

23 Aug

Heaven

(11) Wherefore remember, that once ye, the Gentiles in the flesh, who are called Uncircumcision by that which is called Circumcision, in the flesh, made by hands; (12) that ye were at that time separate from Christ, alienated from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of the promise, having no hope and without God in the world. (13) But now in Christ Jesus ye that once were far off are made nigh in the blood of Christ.

The first verse of or our text takes me back to my roots. Not to the day of being reborn, but to the days of my childhood. I was living in a small desert town in southern California; no running water, no indoor plumbing, jack rabbits for dinner, popcorn for breakfast. I was a nobody headed for nowhere . . . But God! God saw this skinny little towheaded kid, with a tender heart, and He made a place for me in His Kingdom.

In the days of the Old Testament, only the Jews were God’s Chosen People. He led them and provided shelter and food for them in the most desperate of times. But with the Birth of Christ and the gospel of promise came the understanding of the Great Mystery (1 Corinthians 2:7). No longer was salvation earned through a birthright (those of circumcision of the hands), it was freely given to all who would believe on Jesus and accept Him as the Son of God, our Savior (1 Corinthians 1:24-25) (circumcision of the heart and spirit).

No longer would salvation and eternal life be given to the mechanics of birth, circumcision and living the religious life passed down from Jewish father to Jewish son. Now there had to be more than the yearly “required” trips, bloody animal sacrifices and the “holy” rituals. Now there had to be spiritual covenants, promises of faith, humility and hope in the gospel, brought to draw an entire world to the saving grace of God. Now those without hope can receive the promise of eternal life and continued relationship with God.

Today we can all be Brothers and Sisters in Christ. Whether born in Israel or in the back alley of a dead end street in the worse part of town; we all have the opportunity to become part of the Body of Christ. We are all born to a mighty and loving God that wishes that all would receive His Word, brought through the life of His Son, Jesus Christ, and freely given to all who would ask. Eternal life in a mansion with streets paved in gold. Everyone. Even that skinny little towheaded kid, raised in poverty, with no hope for tomorrow, one day to become a pastor and bring the love of Christ to a hurting people. Even you!

For the gifts and calling of God are without repentance. Romans 11:29 (KJV)

** A Journey Through Ephesians: Chapter 2 – Part 6:

By Linda J. Humes

2-1-2015

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A Spirit of Wisdom

13 Aug

Light from inside bible

“that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give unto you a spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him; having the eyes of your heart enlightened, that ye may know what is the hope of His calling, what the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints,” Ephesians 1:17-18 (ASV)

I remember, when I was in my younger years, that I tried to read the Bible.  I started in Genesis and never made it much past creation.  I was an avid reader and could not understand why it was so difficult to make sense of the Bible.  I recognized that there was a language written within the book that I could not understand or comprehend.  I tried multiple time to read it, but always ended up just looking at the pictures that my little zippered Bible had inside.  It was a precious gift that I treasured and hoped that someday I would be able to make sense of.

When I gave my life to Jesus I started to read the Bible in Matthew.  The parables and stories were easier to read.  This was the story of Jesus and those who followed Him, something that I could associate with.  It was written by His followers, His Disciples, those who loved and traveled with Him – I felt a connection.  Unfortunately, the Old Testament still didn’t make any sense and the New Testament, although easier to read, was still a story, not a living testimony.

One day, after almost a year of prayer, I was baptized with the Holy Spirit.  Things changed.  Words I had read before, in both the New and Old Testaments came to life.  They were real and living and life changing.  I could feel the scriptures, I could see the stories being told, I became a part of the living Word of God.  It was as real as any person.  It was more than I could have ever imagined.  It was living truth.

In Ephesians 1:17 Paul is praying that God would give the listener, us, the “Spirit of Wisdom” – a wisdom and understanding that can only be felt through the Baptism of the Holy Ghost.  He wanted them to feel the personal relationship with Jesus that makes all of the Word a reality to the believer.

The word “Spirit” is also described as the “Breath” or “Wind” of God.  His Breath speaks deep into our souls of the truth, holiness and power that is birthed inside of us when we receive His Holy Spirit.  We read and hear His spoken word and apply the wisdom we received to every circumstance we encounter (John 16:13).

Paul also prayed for the Revelation of the knowledge of Christ. That all of the saints would speak the word in one accord, not in conflict or divisions of opinion of what it means (1 Corinthians 1:9-10).  He prayed that they would share the message of love, joy, and a setting apart from the ways of the world.  God’s word, read through the eyes of the spirit filled saint, has a new life, a new drive, and it births a desire to share the message.

Paul prayed that through the Spirit of Wisdom and the Revelation of Knowledge that we would be enlightened to the truth of the gospel.  He prayed that we would be enlightened to God’s true Spirit, felt in the intimate times of prayer and worship.  He prayed that we would be able to hear the very voice of God in times of meditation, so that we would know what God’s hope is in each of us.  Paul prayed that we would be enlightened to the calling God has placed upon our lives (2 Thessalonians 2:14).

Paul had first-hand knowledge of the voice of God and how it changes the heart of man.  Paul encountered Jesus on the road to Damascus, when he thought he knew what was right and truth based upon a knowledge passed down from generations to generation.  But the voice of God cut through him like a knife and performed an intimate miracle (Acts 26:14-15).  It was a miracle that made Paul the most powerful apostle of all time.  Paul knew the impact of the words he spoke (Ephesians 1: 17-18) and what it would mean to those who listened and received with an earnest heart.  Paul knew the inheritance that would lie ahead for each and every one who received his prayer and gathered it to their soul.

Lord, as I received your Holy Spirit and believed in the call that you placed on my life, I pray that others will receive the same gift, with humbleness and grace.  Help them to understand that they cannot receive the fullness of your glory if they do not have the intimate relationship with You that can only be received through the Baptism of the Holy Ghost.  Lord, I pray that every saint will take that next step toward You, with a heart of desire to know You more. Until that day of prayer, they will only know the shadow of You, they will only know the story of You.  After they have prayed through to the Holy Ghost, they will know the true heart and soul of You; the intimate tender relationship of You.

**A Journey Through Ephesians – Chapter 1, Part 10.

Written by Linda J. Humes

9-22-14

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