A neighbor was sharing with me a story from when they lived in Oklahoma. We had got onto the subject of tornadoes and the odd things they do.
A family had just sat down to dinner one stormy evening when the tornado watch alarm sounded. Being in Oklahoma, they had a storm cellar that they could immediately retreat to safety.
The tornado ended up hitting their home spot-on! Unharmed, the family eventually emerged from their storm cellar to find that their home had been completely demolished. They soon, discovered, however, that their dinner table had somehow remained untouched. Everything, including the food, was in perfect order still awaiting for them to resume their evening meal.
How fantastic is that!? I have heard of tornadoes doing strange things, but this one floored me the most.
There are days when we see the tornadoes of evil that seem to be swirling in our world more viciously than ever. These things we are witnessing can sometimes feel like an unbearable weight on our spirit.
My husband sent me a cute Peanuts meme of Pigpen stating, “Peace is not the absence of trouble, but the presence of Christ.”
Do you know what else spins? The spin cycle of our washing machines. And what is it’s purpose? To pull out all the final impurities that the rinse cycle has brought out of our clothes.
The spinning tornadoes we face in life can do the same in us if we look to God to see us through. He can use them to pull out the impurities in us so we can shine more each day in the midst of the grey stormy clouds.
God is our “storm cellar”. With faith, we have to believe that He has us fully covered and safe in the midst of the worst of evil’s tornadoes that seem to beat mercilessly. When the tornadoes end, because eventually they do end, we will rise above it all, shining and pure and “ we shall see Him, face-to-face”. (I Corinthians 13:12).
He will be glowing brighter than the sun and He will have a banquet table set perfectly for us and we will celebrate the final end of all storms!
That's the Book - 2nd John
It was the resident chef's birthday yesterday so I took the day off work and we went on a little adventure. We had lunch at Skamania Lodge. We've both been on diets so eating something of substance with this fantastic view was lovely. I had blackened salmon tacos. Dessert was a huckleberry bread pudding. Sigh. We really enjoy good food. Tis why we are currently on diet.
After the lunch we hustled over to our appointment with the Skamania Lodge Adventure team and spent a couple hours zip lining. The longest zip line was 950 feet long - over three football fields worth of trees and wind and fun.
Our guide pointed out a massive old growth Doug Fir in the middle of their forest. He said the reason it hadn't been cut when the rest of the area had been logged was because it had been hit by lightening. The bad event in this tree's history had saved its life. Interesting idea to ponder.
But even cooler was the fact that this tree had split at the top because of the lightening and over the years seeds had fallen into the split and spouted two new trees. Up in the top of this gorgeous senior tree there are two sisters reaching high. And one of them isn't even a Doug Fir. Its is a Spruce. I love this.
Check out the funky branches half way up. They aren't branches. They are roots. Spread out to capture more rain to feed the host tree and the two grafted offspring trees.
Which brings me to the book of Second John. Its short. One chapter long. John is writing to his fledgling churches. John had seen hardship over his life. Lots of it. But his continuing message to those who followed behind is to keep on. The message didn't change.
It has given me great joy to find some of your children walking in the truth, just as the Father commanded us. And now dear lady, I am not writing you a new command but one we have had from the beginning. I ask that we love one another. And this is love: that we walk in obedience to his command. As you have heard from the beginning, his command is that you walk in love. 2 John 1: 4-6
This big birthday adventure was full of the same kind of joy I've been sharing with this man for over 25 years. A little adventure, some good food, some pretty spectacular roots. We've had some rough patches - a little lightening here and there - but our goal is the same as the one John had. To support our family (those born to us and those grafted in) and to continue to walk in love.
I echo John. And this incredible tree. Weather the storms. Spread out your roots. Make room for others. Walk in love.
That's the Book: 1st John
My first car was a 1982 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme with a 350 engine. The car was brown with tan interior. The headliner had lost integrity so hung down until I get sick of it rubbing my head. I ripped it down. Then instead of a drooping headliner, I had orange foam above my head which periodically would rain down. The car also had a minor coolant issue so most of the time it smelled like maple syrup. This was a very fast, very brown and orange slightly smelly car. I was grateful my parents gave me a car to drive and so I didn’t complain. Much.
After a while the car developed an issue with headlights.There was some sort of short in the high beam / low beam controller. As a result the headlights would randomly blink off. If I held the control stick very steady the headlights would come back on. I always forgot to mention this problem to my parents. Likely because I was always just sliding into the house at curfew and the relief of making curfew would kick any thought of car maintenance out of my head. During the day I didn’t use the lights so I didn’t think about it. And of course I’m old enough I didn’t drive around with a cell phone.
The problem was getting worse. Instead of always staying on when I held the light now it would only mostly stay on. Mostly having headlights is not ideal. Especially in the dark country roads I traversed on my way home. Light is important. The
The book of 1 John is a letter to the early churches from the apostle John. The book has two main messages. God is light - so stay in it. Second - God is love - so love one another. Not complicated. But important.
This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you; God is light; in him there is no darkness at all. If we claim to have fellowship with him and yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not live out the truth. But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifiers us from all sin. If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful nd just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. If we claim we have not sinned, we make him out to be a liar and his word is not in us. 1 John 1: 5-9
I finally had a night where I could NOT get the headlights in my car to stay on. Quite stupidly I inched home in the dark. The next morning I finally told my father. He’s an electrician. He knows all about lights. He immediately got the car into the shop and the lights fixed. The fact that my father was an electrician did not solve my light problem - because I didn't bother to stay in communication with him. The second I did so - the light problem was resolved.
Anyone who claims to be in the light but hates a brother or sister is still in the darkness. Anyone who loves their brother and sister lives in the light, and there is nothing in them to make them stumble. I John 2: 8-10
The wonderful thing about my parents is they were thrilled to fix my car. They wanted me to be safe driving. They didn't want me to crash in the dark. And here is one of my favorite verses about God the Father - He has great love - and He lavishes it on us.
See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him. 1 John 3:1
I suppose the logical question is why does it matter that God loves me? What do I do with this information?
Think about my car again. If I had never gotten the headlights fixed and had continued to drive in the dark - death or paralyzing fear would be next. Once the car was fixed I could trust the headlights to do their job. So what I did next was drive. I moved forward. And that's what happens when we have the light and love of God. We move forward. Without fear. We can go into our future and love as we've been loved.
There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. We love because he first loved us. 1 John 4:18-19
Any kid who grew up in church in the USA during the 80s knows this song. The rest of you might as well join in. It's as good a summary of 1st John as any.
And this one. Straight from 1st John - and the 80s. Kids Praise Psalty style. We sang this all lined up in front of church. These words are written on my heart after hours of practicing this round. Fancy. Listen in - you'll feel like you are five again.
And if you still don't understand 1st John - here are the guys at the Bible Project with their walk through in Read Scripture. Check it out This video actually includes 1st, 2nd and 3rd John.
This September I'm working through Jon Acuff's SeptemberJanuary challenge. The idea is to use the momentum of back to school just like a New Year's resolution. I've got six (maybe seven or eight) speaking events between now and Christmas so I'm working on these speeches as my goal every day this month.
This story and application to life came to me this week while I was thinking about the idea of God as our father. Let me know what you think. Do you have other insights about Father God?
When I was about ten years old we went camping. Not fancy camping. Out in the boonies, no bathrooms or electricity camping. My dad would take us fishing weaving our way around high mountain streams. The trout we caught would shimmer in the sunshine. We’d cook the trout over the fire and finish the night with marshmallows.
One time my sister and a friend and I were out playing in the woods just to the side of our campsite. I’m not the most observant person so I didn’t see the large yellow jacket hive until I stepped right on top of it.
The yellow jackets were not impressed.
Imagine if you had your house crushed. You’d probably fight back. The bees certainly did.
I started to yell as the stinging spread. My friend grabbed my little sister and ran for cover. I started to try and head back to the campsite while flailing my arms about and yelling and screaming. As I crashed through the brush I had bees in my shirt, down my pants, stinging - stinging - stinting - crying.
And then my father showed up. He’d heard me screaming and came running. He grabbed me, picked me up and ran toward camp. He held his arms with me in them over the campfire. I was freaked out by the bees and now the fire but I trusted my dad.
Turns out my dad knew bees don’t like smoke and it worked like a charm.
Off the bees went and left me alone. My mom brought out the meat tenderizer and we made a paste for each of the stings. I was covered head to toe. My dad was stung as well. He didn't complain.
You see this is what a father does:
Hears his child’s cry.
Runs toward the pain even at risk of himself.
Knows sometimes being held over a fire is the way to the cure.
I see this same story played out in the Bible. Do you?
It was a grey and cloudy morning. The second day of Cub Scouts Day camp. It was actually quite refreshing after the summer heat of the day before! My seven-year-old son and I had arrived early. As I was chatting with another scout mom, I mentioned how excited I was that Sheppard and I had actually had enough time for a sit-down breakfast of leftover waffles and pancakes from my culinary extravaganza from the Saturday prior.
“Yum!”, said my friend of twin boys. “We had sausage.”
“Well, nuts!” I thought to myself, “That sounds much more substantial than my ‘Bob’s Red Mill multi-grain mix. Like it really even matters, Jennifer.” I scolded my pride.
“Boys! Tell Jennifer what else we had.”
In my mind I imaged a gourmet omelet or hearty nourishing breakfast burrito at this point.
One of her boys looked at me with an enormous, satisfied grin, “Pie! We had banana-crème pie!”
I burst out laughing, “That’s awesome!” (and no, it wasn’t because it had soothed my pride…. Okay… well, maybe a little bit.). “What a fun breakfast!”
They had been cleaning out her Mother-in-Law’s kitchen and pantry. Being from the Depression Era, there was an ample supply of horded food, including some frozen pies that needed to be eaten. She had hoped they would be thawed and baked for after dinner the night before. However, her best laid plans did not “pan” out. The thawing process took longer than expected.
Her boys had so been looking forward to those pies she decided to bake them up for breakfast the next day. Clearly, a delightfully fun memory was also the ‘Pie`ce de Re’sistance” served up that morning.
It is said, “All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy.”
Ecclesiastes 8:15 states, “… here is nothing good for a man under the sun except to eat and drink and be merry, (in other words, ‘Have fun! And this will stand by him in his toils.”
Notice it says, “in his toils?”. Not instead of his toils. But that a “Spoon full of Sugar, or in this case “pie”, helps the medicine go down.
We as parents, meaning well, can tend to take raising our kids right too seriously at times. So much so, we forget to just have fun and enjoy them. Let’s face it! Kids love having fun! And where the fun is, that is where they will be magnetized to.
Now I am not advocating recklessness or irresponsibility by any means, but breaking code in the middle of the “daily-do’s” is mentally and emotionally healthy for all involved. It’s a perspective changer and lifts the ‘heavies”.
As a first born, I can tend to easily be responsibility-oriented to a fault.
I have found that humor or a pause for fun keeps me from spiraling down the whirlpool of the daily grind. It renews my mind and refreshes my purpose. It’s not just the day-to-day that God wants us to live. It’s “Life” He wants us to have!
Kids need this survival tool too! A balance of “ Merry” to see them through the weights of peer, school, and, yes, even parent expectations.
I love writing for Wall of Faith! The ideas are always flowing through my brain. However, to sit down, like now, and write it out, I always tend to make that part a heavier burden in my mind then what it actually is when I just sit down and do it.
So yesterday, I decided to join our son in the making of his creation “Snoopy-mobile!” All I ended up doing was painting two wheels, two rainbow stripes, and two white sides. He did the rest. But, oh, the joy of bonding with him and letting my mind relax as I painted was exactly the second wind I needed to sit down today, clear minded and freeing my fingertips to “trip the light fantastic” across the keyboard!
So I leave you with this simple “pie-for-life” recipe. Mix a cup of Mary with a cup of Martha and stir until well mixed. Crank up the oven and slice up the pie! Bring “Beauty” to the “Beast” of the worldly heavies and help yourself to a generous “Slice of Life!”
Empowering Parents and Young Children
Without a doubt, this is the best idea book I’ve seen for small children. As a Kindergarten teacher, Early Childhood Director, frequent library patron and a parent of a child with special needs, I have read stacks of similar books. This book is hands-down my favorite. It includes beautiful full color photos of activities, a quick reference section for child-development and uses a whole child development approach. Every day-care, preschool, grandparent and parent should have a copy of this book. I highly recommend this book as a professional development resources for teachers of young children and schools should have copies of it in their parent lending libraries as a parent education resource. This book would make a great baby shower gift or a first birthday present. I am thrilled to own a copy and will use it intentionally with my own toddler.
I received a copy of this book in exchange for this honest review. Michelle K.
That's The Book: 2nd Peter
The family and I went camping last week. My husband is a master packer. He manages to pack a week's worth of camping gear, several tables, tents, chairs, food and two bikes into the back and top of our LR3 Landrover. This time we each had items tucked in around our feet. Well. Not the driver. But the girls and I had blankets, towels and a friend's birthday present to hold us in place during the 3 hour drive to camp.
My husband is an awesome packer. He's not great at waiting patiently in traffic. We all have areas in our life to grow right? At any rate, several times we passed people driving slower. One little slow Hyundai hybrid we happily left in the dust.
About a half hour away from camp we came around a corner and saw the traffic ahead was stopped. Cars turned off, people standing on the side of the road kind of stopped. My spouse groaned and slowed. Stopped with a grimace and turned to me.
"Why don't you get out and see if you can find out what happened?"
So I untangled myself from my nest and took a stroll up the road. I stopped by a little crowd of people and asked what was going on. I'm not sure why I thought they knew. They were parked up maybe five cars ahead. No cell service. What did they know?
But not to disappoint the drivers on the side of the road told me there was a wreck ahead. It had just happened. No one had cell service so no emergency responders had been summoned yet. Apparently one of the other drivers had turned and headed back to the other side of the mountain to call for help. The nice woman said she thought the best option was to turn around, drive 30 minutes back and grab the alternate highway to go around. Or sit and wait it out.
I walked back to my family. Gave them the news and the proposed plans.
My husband had another idea.
"See that little road right there? A couple of people went up it and haven't come back. The Landrover's GPS looks like it meanders around and pops out just down the road. If we follow them we'll avoid the wreck, save ourselves the back tracking and we'll be at camp soon. Should we try that?
I said "Sure."
This was not wise.
The book of 2 Peter is a last message from the great church leader Peter. He has become convinced his time left on earth is short so he wrote this book as a plea to the other believers.
I think it is right to refresh your memory as long as I live in the tent of this body, because I know that I will soon put it aside, as our Lord Jesus Christ has made clear to me. 2 Peter 1:13
Peter's message to the church is to not be sidetracked. He wants them to stay on course. He knows hardship may come and false teachers will try to drag them off the road. But his plea was to stay on task.
For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge, and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, mutual affection; and to mutual affection, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. But whoever does not have them is nearsighted and blind, forgetting that they have been cleansed from their past sins. 2 Peter 1: 5-9
So here my family and I were on the side of the road. We didn't suck it up and wait patiently. We didn't listen to wise counsel and stay to the main roads.
Nope. We saw the other people headed off path and we followed.
But there were also false prophets among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you. They will secretly introduce destructive heresies, even denying the sovereign Lord who bought them - bringing swift destruction on themselves. 2 Peter 2:1
For a while the drive was lovely. Wide vistas. Beautiful trees. Nice gravel road following the GPS line on our screen nicely. Around one corner we came upon a view of a herd of horses galloping across a wide field. Gorgeous. We were free!
We soon saw a little Hyundai hybiyd kicking up a cloud of dust. It looked suspiciously like the one we had passed a couple of mountain passes back. He had apparently not waited as long as we had to take the less beaten path. At any rate we started calling him "car guy" and figured if a little four door could make it surely our big tough landcover would be just fine.
For they mouth empty, boastful words and, by appealing to the lustful desires of the flesh, they entice people who are just escaping from those who live in error. they promise them freedom, while they themselves are slaves of depravity - for "people are slaves to whatever has mastered them." 2 Peter 2: 18-19
I recognize this analogy isn't perfect. Taking a side road is not being a slave to depravity - but we weren't patient, we were boastful about the features of our vehicle and we were blindly following a clearly out of element hybrid. Did I mention this wasn't wise?
Pretty soon the little gravel road became a smaller dirt road. We kept going.
The road became a path. Large ruts appeared. Trees had sprouted in the middle of the path. Clearly this road hadn't been used lately.
We kept going.
The road completely disappeared. Our GPS said there was still a path. But our eyes didn't see the way.
We headed down a hill.
The girls by this point were poking me in the side and whispering they were scared. I had started to roll my eyes.
Large noises came from under the car.
Finally we had a pow wow with the car guy and determined we were in fact at a dead end and had to turn around.
We started to back track. The car guy was slowly coming behind. I didn't want to hear on the news in the days to come that some man had disappeared off road in a little Hyundai. So we kept his puff of dust in the rear view window.
And then the road widened out and we were on flatter ground.
The loud noise underneath got louder. I looked in the rear view mirror.
Shredded flat tire.
Middle of no where, no cell service flat tire.
We pulled over.
The spare was covered by our mountain of camping gear. We started to unload all our belongings into the dirt on the side of the road. My youngest wanted to get out. I said no. Snake country. Too much to handle.
My spouse and I do many things well together. We throw a mean party. We do not change tires well together.
I was concerned. My spouse was annoyed.
And then up pulled the little Hyundai. It was sporting some new undercarriage and front bumper damage.
The driver got out and asked if we needed help.
I said yes.
The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance. 2 Peter 3:9
Turns out the car guy is a very nice man named Patrick who works for Boeing as an airplane mechanic.
Praises to Jesus.
Patrick and my husband changed the tire.
I told Patrick he was a hero and had saved our marriage from a rather large roadside fight.
We repacked all the crud in the car. It didn't fit the same way as before. The girls were buried in extra gear. We threw the flat shredded tire on top of the roof and headed back to civilization.
By the time we got back to the main road the original accident was cleared away and no traffic remained. Our detour had taken hours. We hit Les Schwab with only 15 minutes to store closure and the nice team of tire guys stayed open and happily sold us an entire set of new tires. All wheel drive ya know. Have to replace them all. $1200 lesson in patience.
Our bruised spirits finally made it to camp.
Bear in mind that our Lord's patience means salvation, just as our dear brother Paul also wrote you with the wisdom that God gave him. He writes the same way in all his letters, speaking I them of these matters. His letters contain some things that are hard to understand, which ignorant and unstable people distort, as they do the other Scriptures, to their own destruction. 2 Peter 3: 15-16
I've heard of several people lately deciding to give up the faith. They say it's too hard to understand. That God's decrees can't be right. Too much judgment. Too difficult to hold the line. They have listened to the voices in society preaching an easy freedom.
Peter's message is a simple one.
Don't believe the lie. Stay the course.
The road with its rules and signs and guardrails is the place to stay. The wandering path leads to destruction.
Therefore, dear friends, since you have been forewarned, be on your guard so that you may not be carried away by the error of the lawless and fall from your secure position. But grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. 2 Peter 3: 17-18
Here you go! Helpful as always.
Perfect Gift: Express Your Hopes for a Child’s Future
Are you looking for a way to shower a newborn baby or a recent graduate with words of hope for their future? This beautifully illustrated children’s book is one to read again and again. The inside cover has plenty of space to have friends and family write well wishes at a shower, birthday party or graduation reception. Children will feel both familial love and the love of their creator when this book is read to them. It is the perfect book to snuggle with a child or grandchild to communicate to them how much you love them. This book is written and illustrated from a first world, upper-middle class perspective. I look forward to reading a sequel in the future highlighting the hopes and dreams that mothers from harder situations have for their children.
I received a copy of this book in exchange for this honest review. - Michelle K.
I love Jesus. I think my two daughters can change the world. I think you can too.
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