Stolen Items Including Your Soul

Rod and I were talking about a man he knew that would buy “hot items” from some not so nice characters and felt that as long as he was paying for the item and did not know where it came from that it was o.k.  This man professed to be Christian, and well yes he had accepted Jesus in his heart, he wasn’t really applying the Word in his life.  As we were talking about this concept and then even discussing what happens in an investigation of stolen items I had an epiphany.

In an investigation when police and detectives discover the items that have been stolen, whether you paid a middleman or not for the item the stolen item must be relinquished.  You have no right to it, as it was not really for sale because it was taken or stolen from the real owner.

Here is my epiphany:  When we accept Christ in our hearts Satan has to flee.  Our soul has been bought and paid for.  Period.  And Satan in all his game scheming and conniving efforts has no jurisdiction with our souls.  He may have promised you fame and fortune and money beyond measure in exchange for your soul.  But when you repent of your sin, ask Christ into your heart, Satan must relinquish your soul unto the true giver of eternal life and breathe.

Pretty cool uh?

Consider who your soul belongs to and choose wisely my friend where you will be spending eternity.


Some verses to consider:

  • John 14:6 Jesus said, “I am the way and the truth and the life, no one comes unto the father accept through me.”
  • John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.
  • Also in the book of John it says, that if we confess our sins he is faithful and just and will forgive us or our sins.

God, Send the Hummingbirds Now!

Demanding God to send the humming birds now!

Claire is one of the great ladies attending bible study and our church.  She is a visual person much like me, though God seems to communicate even more in Dreams with her.

She was getting ready for church this morning and had cleaned, filled, and hung up her hummingbird feeder.  Getting kind of excited about the prospect of seeing the hummingbirds come and have some breakfast she in a sense demanded that God would send them even before she left for church.  Send them right now!

I like Claire and her boldness.  She always has a spiritual take on things just a little differently than I might and gives me a lot of food for thought.

Well she came up and greeted me this morning in the sanctuary and told me about her conversation with God and telling him to send the hummingbirds now!  And she then said, “But you know what God told me not to test him since that’s what I was doing.  So I won’t do that again.”

Claire kind of giggled and then said, “He was right ya know, I was testing him and I shouldn’t do that.  I was just so excited about seeing them come to feed.”

Funny how there are times and things in our lives that we can and should ask for: healing, financial needs, a place to live, our spouses, needs for our family, a vehicle to drive, food to eat, clothes to wear, a job or promotion, salvation for people we know, understanding the Word, and discernment.  We are even allowed to test him in our giving.  But not allowed to test him with a hummingbird feeder.

Claire was wonderful in her sharing.  Just letting me know that this was not a “best” practice to make a request, and that God had corrected her in love and she will enjoy the bird feeder all the more as the season continues and God provides.

I enjoy honesty and sharing the stories of life.  God is so good to gently correct us and get us back on track.

Waking Up Deaf!

My husband woke up the other morning thinking he had gone deaf.

Well let me back up a few days.

Rod and I went shopping for some items at the store.  Nothing really out of the ordinary shampoo, toothpaste, dental floss, you know the daily consumables.  As we were pursuing the store we passed an en cap with some impulse items for sale.  One of the pegs contained ear plugs in a new formed blister pack and ever so appealing package.  He bought some.  Here is my self admission.  I snore.  Doesn’t usually bother me, but alas it does bother him.  So he kindly showed them to me and announced that he thought these might help him get a better night’s sleep.  True love, don’t ya’ just love it.  We came home from the store and put the items away.  And the ear plugs sat.

About a week and a half went by and he decided to try them out one evening.  He comes to bed late, always has.  I am the early one, he is the late one.  Puts in the ear plugs and has a wonderful and quiet night’s sleep.  He woke up the next morning having forgotten about them and thought surely he was deaf.

Now if you know Rod and his imagination this is a funny scene.  He thinks to himself, “What I survived prostate cancer and now I am deaf!  What next!?”

Then he realized that the ear plugs were still in.

Silly him!

I don’t really have a spiritual connection to share here like I usually would just words of encouragement in what may seem like the mundane themes of life.  We sleep, eat, work, play, busy ourselves and start another day.  Remember to listen for and look for the things of God even in the mundane.  Don’t live without purpose or you could wake up deaf.

Consider not being able to hear music or song or laughter or family and friends talking ever again.  Thank God that these are part of how he created us.

Psalms 139:13-14 (NIV)
13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

Bruises as a Visual Reminder

I got out of the shower today and was getting dressed. I notice on my right forearm a quarter sized bruise and wondered where did that come from? I do not remember smacking my arm against anything recently or anything hitting me with that kind of force, what it takes to leave a bruise. I touched it with my pointer finger and did not feel any pain. Hmm deep enough to leave a mark but no pain when pressure is applied that’s odd. Our past life experiences are sometimes like that. We have some hurts that left a scar but by the grace of God and the blood of Jesus Christ they don’t hurt anymore. We may see or remember these bruises from time to time. Often we refer to them as our testimony. Maybe it was abandonment, divorce, abuse, neglect, addictions or whatever the case may be. Somehow by our act of laying these down before the cross the pain has been removed. We have walked through the healing process and moved on and see that there is life after such a tragedy. For others when they see the visual reminder the pain is immediately there! The agony of the hurt inflicted while going through the divorce or abuse lingers and they have not let God heal them. They are so used to wearing the pain and have become a victim of the action that they seem to not know any other way to respond. I hear it from time to time as I minister to people. The victim tone. My husband and I were facilitating a time of worship and Bible study recently for a group of men recovering from drug and alcohol addictions. One man came up to us afterwards and asked for prayer, but in his asking did more wining than confessing. He was being wrongly accused and set up. Now it is true that this happens, but it was his tone in the describing of the events that caused concern. Do you know what I am talking about? Think about it for a moment. Is it not true that sometimes we so love the attention and concern that we get when we wear our bruise or badge as a horrible accusation or infirmity that only we have ever had to bear! The ole woe is me story and no one else has ever been through this like I have! I am not assessing judgment here just pointing out the difference of allowing God’s healing verses continuing to wear the bruise. The choice is up to you. What are you going to do?

Monday Discipline

Well it is Monday, the day I try and blog something of great value and wisdom.  Not so sure I will pull that off today.

I read a post this morning that really summed it up for me to quote author Sandra Byrd, “Writing for several hours to meet a word count. More email. Coffee.”  Sometimes that is all that we can do, write to hit the word count and enjoy the fact that we have a good cup of coffee available to sip on.  As I thought about this more it dawned on me how this quote from salesmanship also applies, “Fake it, till you make it” Maybe a better thought would be to follow what the Word of God says.  Discipline.  Really it boils down to sometimes “just doing it” so that the habit is developed and becomes part of who we are.  In Christiandom that means more of Christ and less of me each day by being disciplined.  In writing that means reaching the word count and being diligent in our efforts to become a writer.

So today out of discipline and developing a habit I post this short blog.

May God bless you!

The Glory Spot

The Glory Spot

My husband likes to go to the “Glory Spot” and he had that opportunity yesterday.  You may wonder what the “Glory Spot” is.  For him it is located not too far from where we live here in Puyallup.  He hops in the Blazer with his Bible and heads out to Wildwood Park off of 23rd and parks in one of two stalls that get good reception for his favorite Christian radio station 88.8 (he actually picks it up more clearly at 89.1) and takes some time to listen to what God has to say.  Often times he will go for a walk and do even more pondering about God and his word.  Yesterday was a great time for him because his natural gift of gab and evangelizing also took place.  He was listening to the group Selah during one of the radio programs and had the volume turned up a bit.  A gentleman got out of his vehicle and scowled at Rod indicating that the volume was too loud, so Rod politely turned it down.  The gentleman continued to scowl and Rod turned it down some more.  And then the man got back in his vehicle and drove off.  Funny how easily people our offended.  So Rod thought he would be left alone and get some devotional time to himself.  Then another vehicle pulled up this time with a couple in it and they got out.  The woman had a curious look on her face as though she was trying to focus and it became clear to Rod that she was interested in the song she could hear floating through the air so Rod turned the volume up a bit and she smiled.

The lady said who is that?” and he mentioned that it was the group called “Selah” and she said, “Oh I have heard of them I like them.”

They continued in conversation a bit and her husband did not seem too interested what they were talking about but was trying to be courteous at least.  Rod began talking about how he likes to come here to his “Glory Spot” and spend some time in devotion and reading the Bible.  The lady began to ask him questions about what do you mean by glory spot and how do you talk to God?  Rod has a natural gift of evangelizing and so he just started sharing about his routine and life and having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ and the lady continued to ask him questions and the husband again just stood there quietly yet a bit uninterested.  As the dialogue continued the usual question came up, do you go to church and where?

So my question to you do you go to church and where?  If not, why not?  No time like the present to begin a good habit more than that to reestablish a relationship with Jesus Christ and become familiar again with the family of God.

How does the chorus from the Gaither song go: “I’m so glad I’m a part of the family of God, I’ve been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His Blood!  Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod, for I’m part of the family, the family of God.”

The Black Houses

The Black Houses

We went to visit a church pastored by some friends of ours in Olympia, WA.  Their church is surrounded by several all black houses.  The houses are painted all black, doors, window sills, roofs, etc.  Finish is matte or glossy.  Eerie feelings as you drive by.

We had been told that the story is that a Satanist owns the homes and wants to have them placed in such a format as to create a pentagram (the symbol for Satan worship).  If this is true then that explains the sense of oppression and fear you can feel as you near them.  One of the homes we saw was painted the black matte finish and then had blood red paint accenting and just as ominous a feel to it.  I don’t go looking for a demon under ever rock, but wow what a sense of evil we experienced, makes my stomach queasy.

Rod and I felt the need to just stop and pray in front of one of them to pray against the demonic forces working against God’s people within this body of believer’s and the rest of the Kingdom.  So we did.  I have never wanted to run so fast as I did while he prayed for God to bind the forces of evil and to release God’s blessing and hope over the area.  You may find me crazy but sincerely I was afraid.  I could not look about me for fear of seeing a demon.  I could not concentrate for fear of being caught by one.  My mistake was not stopping to pray for protection before I/we engaged in spiritual battle on the borderline between heaven and hell.

Now whether or not these houses really are owned by Satanists (or a slumlord as some of the blog posted info states) really isn’t the issue.  What is more important is the understanding of what happens when you take a stand for Christ.  When Rod and I pulled up to the curb next to the “Black House” we were in essence pulling our spirits up next to Satan’s domain and saying hey buddy we are sitting outside of your home and praying for your defeat in Jesus name hope you don’t mind and even if you do, we are praying anyway.

Rod felt a demon pressing against the window on his side of the vehicle.  I could not look.  I am a visual learner and know better than to place my eyes in a direction that will present a vision I don’t want impressed in my brain.  I just wanted out.  I was so proud of my husband for praying so boldly and not so happy with myself for lacking that same boldness.  I drove the vehicle and parked it there, but he confessed the words and God provided the protection.

It was an experience we will continue to pray over.  One we would like to follow up on.  To pray more boldly and effectively for salvation for those oppressed and misguided and for the times we are in.  For such a time as this….we are praying….

“For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?”  Esther 4:14 NIV

“How could one man chase a thousand, or two put ten thousand to flight, unless their Rock had sold them, unless the Lord had given them up?”  Deut 32:30 NIV

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

This day has nothing to do with Christian love, yet everything about Christian love is what it should celebrate!

Consider these verses from the New International Version of the Bible:

John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

John 15:13 Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.

Mark 12:31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.”

May God bless you as you love those around you today in the name of Jesus Christ!

Generational Hope

Sometime ago I had been quite perplexed with why it was so necessary to have all these names and places in the Old Testament about this King and Kingdom and that.  What was the purpose in even being able to pronounce the names and wonder where they were located as many of the places have been renamed and captured and re-established even yet again!  These thoughts came about after a conversation I had with a really sharp Christian woman I know that had been attending Regent’s College out of Canada working towards the completion of her Masters in Christian Education degree.   She was able to talk about these Kingdoms and names so easily and give details and information as though it were written in English originally.  I began to compare my lack of theology and understanding to her great ability to get it.  Well first of all I have no business comparing myself to someone else, but here I was, feeling less because my brain doesn’t work quite like that.  Ugh!  I am more practical and hands on, more visual and demonstrative.  So I left her place feeling less, not because she was trying to do that to me, but because I was comparing me with her.  Anyway…I love what God does in reaffirming our spirits and reminding us that we all matter to him and have a place to serve in His Kingdom.  And he even answered my why about history question with a very simple and practical poem:

“Great grandma got it,

Grandma concurred,

Momma forgot it,

and Baby never heard.”

Without knowing about history how do we know the direction to go?

In Proverbs 22:6 (NIV) we read “Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.”

Deuteronomy 11:19 (NIV) Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.

So to those of you who wonder like I did, that is why.

So what is in a nick-name?

So what is in a nick-name?

You may wonder why I go by Pastor Weenie and isn’t that kind of an irreverent name to call a pastor?

As a kid my sisters called me Weener and/or Weenie I guess because it rhymed with Jean and Jeannie.  Dad called me bean.  These names were given to me in jest but also spoken with affection.  Have you noticed that nick-names usually come at the point of more intimacy in a relationship.  I am speaking of when a relationship goes deeper than things like weather, traffic, news, etc.  So the name Weenie has stuck with me and my close family and some of my friends call me by that.  It’s better than when they were calling me the “Church Lady” from SNL fame.

Nick-names can come from personality traits and quirks or maybe physical differences we have.

My husband and his two sisters have given themselves Indian nick-names since they are of American Indian decent.  Rod (my husband) his name is E.D.L.E.O. sounds like Ed-lee-O and means Eyes Don’t Like Each Other.  He has exotropia: A form of strabismus in which one or both of the eyes deviate outward.

Rod also likes to give nick-names to things.  He has three pans that he uses to cook stew in.  (Another one of his nick-names is “The Stew King” ‘cause he makes a great stew!)  Betty is the usual sized pan, one that you might typically boil potatoes in or cook pasta.  Mabel is the medium sized one that feeds more than just the family, and well Bertha is the one that holds enough to feed a small army.  I had to learn their names because it’s hard to co-operate the cooking experience without knowing things such as this when helping My Honey in the kitchen.

My Honey, that’s another nick-name I call my husband when I talk about him.  I will say My Honey this or that.  I refer to him as My Honey, when I pen him a note it is addressed to NM, and when I speak to him I call him Cutie.  If he is in the doghouse well then it is like most every other woman/wife/mother does I quote his whole first, middle and last name.

So what’s the point to all of this?  I was pondering about the different nick-names and got to thinking about God.  (Most everything comes back to that if you know me at all.)  God has many different names we call him.  Some say, “The Man Upstairs”.  Those in Christian circles might refer to him, as I do sometimes, as “Abba” which means father.  Some say Heavenly Father.  We speak to him through the name of his son Jesus Christ.  We can sense his spirit when Holy Spirit is present.

Whatever name you call him, my question is do you know him and have relationship enough with him to call him friend?  If not consider that right now…call out on the name of Jesus Christ, confess your sin and accept him as Lord and savior.

“Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to men by which we must be saved.”  Acts 4:10 (NIV)