Tag Archives: Sin

A Pebble in My Shoe

29 Oct

Pebble & Shoe

“Who can say, I have made my heart clean, I am pure from my sin?“ Proverbs 20:9

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There’s a pebble in my shoe,

One of those small odd shaped ones,

That often fall securely to the side,

Only rubbing a little.

 —–

Not a big pebble,

Yet not too small.

 —–

I know it’s there,

I know it doesn’t belong,

But it isn’t so large that I need to stop,

To empty it out.

In fact, if I toss my foot just so,

I hardly know it’s there.

 —–

Once in a while,

It jumps right out of it’s crease,

And settles beneath my heel,

Zapping me back to the realization,

That it really doesn’t belong.

—–

Then I shake my foot again,

And send it off,

To hide in a crease.

—–

I could shake it out,

But I’ve grown accustomed to its presence,

It’s sort of a game,

How far can I walk without getting zapped.

And it’s like having a deep secret,

That no one else knows.

—–

Sometimes I talk to it,

It’s like an old friend,

Then it bruises a toe,

And becomes an agitation.

 —–

Soon I’ll toss it out,

I can do it any time I want.

I think.

—–

It won’t matter if I toss it out,

Or if it stays,

It doesn’t affect me that much,

At least not than anyone else would notice.

Well, except for those who see me limp,

Or occasionally jump.

But otherwise, no one can tell.

 —–

I have a pebble in my shoe,

I call it sin.

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DEAD BRANCHES

27 Apr

Dead Branches

By Linda J. Humes

”But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.” Matthew 18:6 (KJV)

Many years ago we experienced a winter far colder than any other I had experienced. Lakes froze over, streets froze over, chunks of ice were inches thick on the electrical and telephone wires all over town. People couldn’t drive their cars up the steep streets of Prescott, AZ. Police officers were turning lines of cars around in an attempt to reduce further accidents. It was COLD!

On a warm afternoon, several months later, I was enjoying a quiet moment on my front porch. There was a light breeze blowing and suddenly a large branch fell out of our tree in the front yard. The tree was beautiful green and full with leaves. There wasn’t any sign of dead branches, until this one fell.

I wandered over and looked up into the tree. It looked green and healthy. I looked from a different angle; green and . . . oh, wait, what was the brown in the middle? I brought over a ladder and looked closer – dead branches. There were a number of dead branches broken loose from the tree, being held in place by the new growth, waiting for a wind to set them loose. I suspect that these branches were broken loose by the heavy ice that had rested there in the months before. I pulled a few of the branches out and left those that were out of easy reach.

It made me think about new Christians and how they have broken and wounded spirits that are hiding in their newly born lives. Lives full of enthusiasm and desire to grow with Jesus, covering over the brokenness and wounds that first drew them to Jesus. They look fresh and beautiful on the outside, hiding the pain inside.

So many times we rejoice with their salvation and ignore the task set before us to help them grow. We often think they’ll find their own way to their faith and the truth. We might “toss” a scripture their way if they ask a specific question or two, but don’t get too involved in explaining what it means. After a while they become discouraged and disappear.

These “Babies” need someone to come along and embrace them, pray with them, teach them to let go and allow the pain and wounds to drop away through the healing of Jesus. Like us, they are called to be fountains of living water. They are to grow and be pruned by the Master, just like we were. They will be shaken clean by the winds of trial. Their roots will grow strong with dedicated study, prayer and intercession. But, only if we will teach them how.

What sort of witness are we if we spend our time preening ourselves and not guiding them along the way? Do we allow them to be tossed by the winds of doctrine, or do we show them how to receive the wind of the Spirit and the healing Word of God? Do we allow them to wander and be confused by tempting spirits, or do we teach them to discern and recognize the truth? Do we brush away the dead branches we can easily see and leave the deepest, furthest away to remain? Or do we dedicate our works to intercession and instruction, so that they can recognize the things in their lives that they have the authority to cleanse away themselves. Do we care?

God, help me to never forget how confused and lost I was when I first came to You. Help me to remember the outstretched hands and dedicated prayers that lead me to a strong knowledge of You. Help me remember how strong the pull was to give up and walk away when things just didn’t make sense, and the joy of breaking through with a well guided word and a moment of encouragement. Help me to be the example to help others find true relationship with You.