
Painting by Akiane Kramarik
I mentioned last week how I hate injustice, yet this past weekend it has happened to me again. One, close to me, has accused me of wrong doing. I can’t go into detail, but yes, their accusations hurt, but as the swelling was subsiding, I realized this person’s attack on me came from a heart that is in so much pain. This person’s personal life has suffered a lot in the short amount of time I have known them.
I begin to pray for them. I see God allowing these things to happen in their life, not to punish them, but out of a deep desire to be reconnected with them again. Hoping they will cry out to him and lay it all down at the feet of Jesus. God wants their relationship to change from estranged to hearts knitted together. It’s difficult for mankind to understand God’s way of loving us, but I know he does with an incredible amount. God is longing, that the path of life they are walking on, will lead them back to him.
Yeah, I could continue to complain about what they did to me, how unfair it was, but thankfully my focus is on Jesus and that has allowed me to see what they are doing to themselves.
Just because they throw mud,
it doesn’t have to stick!
We can count on this, we do not need to stand up and defend ourselves, but rather allow the Lord to do it for us. I know one day the accuser will see they were wrong. Will they apologize to me? It doesn’t matter one way or the other if they do.
“The Lord is your mighty defender,
perfect and just in all his ways;
Your God is faithful and true;
he does what is right and fair. Deuteronomy 32:4 (GNT)
In these days we are living in, one cannot afford to take their eyes off of Jesus Christ, but must do all to concentrate on him. One way to only see Jesus, and not be distracted by the things going on in the world, is to stand directly in front of him. Standing in that spot is a great place to be.
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It happened last week, last year, or even longer ago, but the memory of the hurt and pain can still rise to the surface so fast. A word, a name, a song, a phrase can trigger the instance to come back. You feel those emotions…again. You say you have forgiven the offender, you even tell yourself you have moved on, so then why does it still rise up and bite you, and at times with the same emotions you experienced when it first happened?
What happens when you walk into a room of people? Are they glad to see you, or do they cringe? Do they come up to you and greet you, or do they pretend to be busy, and walk away hoping to avoid you? I had a boss that every morning when I saw her enter our department, I knew my peace was about to leave.
Oswald Chambers wrote, “It is much easier to die than to lay down your life day in and day out with the sense of the high calling of God.” Truth, if ever spoken. Yet, Jesus, the Son of God did both. He always stated he only did what he saw his Father do. That meant, every day! Then, at the end, he laid his life down for us as well. He did it for you, and me.
August 1969. I would celebrate my seventh birthday in September. I didn’t want to go to hell for being a liar, and a convicted cookie thief, and according to the big man, wearing a black suit, speaking loud, if I died without accepting Jesus in my heart, I would have. Pictured here, his name was H.D. Pieratt. He was a fine example of a man, after God’s own heart.
I notice patterns. I also see common denominators. I can’t help it. It’s the way I am made. I think I could have that disorder: Denoterns. Anyway, perhaps many others have it as well, but I have noticed several times in the Bible where it took three days to change someone, or something.
Throughout this whole COVID-19 ordeal, I have been sad as the numbers climbed, but the impact did not land on my front porch, until now. Ten days ago, my friend, Chris called and informed me he caught the disease from work. Chris is 65. Today, I called to see how he was doing, but he did not answer the phone. About an hour later I received a text message letting me know he was now in the ICU.
Last week I mentioned how my new life with my Filipino wife wasn’t easy in the beginning. There were obvious things to overcome. Cultural differences being a big one, and even though she can speak English, our language has enough quirks to rattle anyone. I’m glad I don’t have to learn English. A friend once told me she had ESL and I asked her if it was terminal. (English, Second Language)