REGIFTING Isaiah 55

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Holidays are just around the corner.  Not really, but the stores sure make you think so.  Christmas stuff shows up awfully early.  Last year in Scotland, we note hotels inviting families to make their Christmas dinner reservations in early August.  Christmas?  Yes, it’s now or never!  Don’t dither or else!

Some of us scrounge around in the attic or down in some dark basement corner or on a back shelf of a rarely used closet for some nifty gift for some unsuspecting family member or friend.  Maybe that gift exchange at work deserves something ultra-precious while extremely expendable!  As in regifting.

Is that what we do with the gifts and skills given by God?  Have an inkling about your ability and aptitude?  Be honest.  What is it that the Lord has enabled you to do for Him, for others?

I’m no Dickens or Shakespeare.  So what.  I’m gifted to share Jesus with others through writing.  I know this.  No if’s, and’s or but’s.  That’s why you’re reading this!

What about you?  Regifting what God’s given you?  Expecting someone else to do what God asks of you?  Might as well tell Jesus ‘no thanks, don’t want it, won’t use it…for your sake or anyone else’s’.  Regift it.

Or you could get with God’s program.  Off your duff…for Him…for others… for a change.  Do I sound harsh?  Actually, while pointing directly at you, I’ve got 3 fingers curled arthritically back at me!

Here’s something else.  Isaiah 55:11-12–‘…so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.  You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace…’  If you neglect God’s gift, He’ll get someone else much more willing and just as able.  Then who loses out?

How about saying ‘yes’ to Jesus.  Regifting proves a bad bargain at best.  Get with God’s plan.  Joy and peace drop by.  There’s more– salvation and maturity for others.  Most of all, God’s glory!

 

Thank you, Jesus, for allowing me to serve you.  Amen.

 

WHAT’S HAPPENED? Philippians 3

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Following a visit with family in Florida, we fly home to the Pacific Northwest.  My wife prefers the window seat and I gladly take the middle, hoping that the person next to me has recently showered, doesn’t over tip the scales or sneeze all the way from Orlando to Seattle!

However, I’m not sure what’s happened.  I stretch my leg muscles like we’re supposed to on long flights.  Wiggle those tootsies!  I do.  Maybe too much for deplaning introduces me to unbelievable, zinging pain in my left leg, my polio one.  I can barely hobble out.

I check out my infirmity with a physical therapist, wondering if polio returns with latent vengeance.  This medico reassures me that it’s nothing to do with polio and gives me a couple of four-a-day exercises.  Walk up a step and down, repeat again and again…and once more for good measure.  Move those achy breaky muscles!

The results?  In a matter of days, improvement begins.  In weeks, I’m back to normal.  Much to the therapist’s surprise, I do those four exercises EVERY day.  Never miss one.  This therapist isn’t used to people taking advice and following through.  Why not?  Don’t want to get better, stuck in pain and suffering?  Not me.

St. Paul prescribes this–‘But one thing I do: forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead.  I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus’ (Phil. 3:13-14).  This business of advancing and progressing, will it be difficult?  Of course.  Takes determination.  Procrastinators will be frustrated.  Stuck in neutral at best, in reverse even worse.  Serious disciples shift gears into drive.

Most of us don’t like to stick with disciplines. We often poop out at the first sign of a rock and a hard place.  Not St. Paul.  He refuses to hang out in the good old days, digging a cement foundation down memory lane.  Doesn’t gaze back for long.  Nudges forward, embracing the prize of Christ Jesus.  Grabbing hold of promises made and promises kept by our Lord.

How about you?  Muscles atrophying by nesting in the past?  Halt!  Pull up stakes, hit the road, exercising your faith, following through on what you know increases your trust in the One who’ll never let you down.

Some pain?  Of course.   But lots more to gain!

 

Lord Jesus, I need to move forward with you.  Amen.

 

 

HEAR THAT? Isaiah 48

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It bugs me when I’m speaking with someone who’s obviously paying no attention.  In one ear (maybe!), out the other (probably!).  Or some hotshot, who jumps in when I take a breath, interrupting, telling his own story, a much more moving or tragic one, of course!  Few listen.  Too many with big mouths.  Present company excluded?  Me…or you?  If only you’d listen!

Reading Isaiah 48 you’ll notice that the Lord yearns for His people to ‘listen’ to Him.  Ears cocked.  Tuned in.  Isaiah 48–‘Listen to this…(v.1)’, ‘Listen to me…(v.12)’, ‘Come near and listen…(v.16).’  Hear that?

Two ears, one mouth.  A hint?  You think?  As Jesus’ follower, we’re His listener.  One who travels a step behind, eager to hear what He has to say.  Obedient rather than rebellious, being those who suffer life’s twists and turns under their own steam.  Wouldn’t you rather be in the fire with Jesus than out the frying pan without Him?  Think about Daniel’s three fired-up friends (Dan. 3).

Listening to God involves getting into His Word, your Bible.  Making it a meal you never miss.  Oxygen without which, well, you know.  How can you listen if you ignore His words; having, at best, a cursory knowledge?  Can’t!  God’s Word cries out for quality and quantity time.  So dive in.  The water’s fine.  Ready?

Something you’ll want to note about the word ‘listen’, is that it implies a following through, going by the Book, with His flow.  That’s listening.  Not simply gathering information or being a gossip and know-it-all, but to toe the line for Jesus.  Not like the one who preaches–‘do what I say but not what I do’.  No.  Jump in with both feet.  Eagerly catching every word from His mouth to your ears.  To do them.

Did you hear that?

 

Lord Jesus, we say ‘yes’ to you, to be better listeners.  Amen.

 

 

OLD GOAT Isaiah 46

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It happens again when completing an online survey.  It requires my birth year.  To get to it, I scroll down this endless list.  Takes so long, I wonder if it’s even included.  Finally, eureka!  1947!  Guess it means I’m old as dirt, barely standing on my last leg, worse for wear, an over-the-hill geezer.  Enough already.  We get the point.

Thankfully, it takes only a few verses from my Bible to give a much needed lift.  Isaiah 46: 3-4–‘Listen to me, O house of Jacob, all you who remain of the house of Israel, you whom I have upheld since you were conceived, and have carried since your birth.  Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you.  I have made you and I will carry you.  I will sustain you and I will rescue you.’  See?  Told you so!

Since conception we’re in God’s good care.  Lovingly, He then carries us onward from birth.  Even an old goat like me receives His continuous, unbroken TLC.  Hardly means that we’ll dodge troubles and trials.  I wish… but not quite.  Does mean that God never deserts us.  Never.  Not a snowball’s chance…

That takes faith.  If only the size of a tiny mustard seed, it’s off to a good start.  As best you can, grab hold of God’s promises found in your Bible; which, amazingly, no longer gathers dust on an upper shelf but begins to blow off cobwebs of doubt and fear.  True?  Need a dust rag?

Remember, He’s always near and dear to us.  After all, He’s loved us from our life’s first moment.  Even before (Jeremiah 1:5).  There’s a thought for this week.  Chew on that until it’s well digested.  And then head back for seconds.  There’s lots more goodies where that came from!

 

Thank you, Jesus, for always being with us.  Amen.

 

SLIGHTLY TWISTED! WHO ME? Lamentations 3: 21-26

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If you’ve only read a few of my weekly devotionals, possibly you’ve wondered about my mental health!  These writings may not be the staid and stuffy one’s you’re used to.  Even though life overflows with pandemic fears, political conflicts and serious moral failures, my peripheral vision somehow captures a somewhat humorous angle, though slightly twisted.  Maybe I should be more serious.  Perhaps.  After all, what’s found here in the Old Testament book of Lamentations is hardly a laughing matter.  Not in the least.

The prophet Jeremiah likely pens this lament.  It’s a sorrowful tale about Jerusalem’s destruction.  Tragedy hangs out on every corner.  Violence rushes down streets like Spanish Pamplona bulls.  Tears flood lanes and alleys.  Ruination rules day and night.  As I said, no laughing matter.

Yet, in its midst come these comforting words–“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.  They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.  ‘The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘therefore I will hope in him'” (Lam. 3: 22-24).

God’s great love…unfailing compassion…daily newness…extraordinary faithfulness.  All together giving us His hope.  When the sky is falling, we need an encouraging word or two or three.  These are them!

Mental health, sprinkled with a random chuckle, pays rich dividends by adding capital to our fragile emotions.  Yet such sturdiness barely happens on its own.  No kidding, more is needed.  And we know whose helping hand reaches out to us.

Grab hold.  Mull over His promises, putting them front and center.  Help has arrived!  For the Lord stays close by.  No matter what comes our way, good, bad or indifferent, Jesus travels right beside us, His hand in ours.

Do I hear a hearty laugh of joy at that thought?  Yes!  And an old-fashioned ‘amen’ to boot!

 

Thank you, Jesus, for always helping me.  Amen.

DON’T IDLE ALONG Psalm 135

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I’ve never been one to sit back watching life pass me by, slipping and sliding through my fingers.  Goes faster than greased lightning.  I don’t need to remind you that the Lord has work for us to do.  So, don’t idle along!

Psalm 135 warns against idols.  I realize I’m shifting gears here.  Idle to idol.  But hear me out.  This psalm red flags idols and those absorbed in them.  It’s true that we don’t live in a culture where carved figurines receive much worship.  On the contrary, our society wants no god of any sort.  Banished.  Given the old heave-ho, including the bum’s rush.

However, in Old Testament times idols are everywhere.  Even in the holy city of Jerusalem.  Could hardly get around without bumping into pagan shrines.  Aren’t you glad we’re not like them?  Idol worshippers.

No, we’re among the smarty-pants.  Whiz kids and know-it-alls.  Our idols are computers and algorithms, profit and loss statements, political shenanigans coupled with never-ending greed.  Everyone bent over, bowing down to their smart phones.  Things which, sooner or later, will go out of fashion, become obsolete or break to smithereens .

Psalm 135:15-18–‘The idols of the nations are silver and gold, made by the hands of men.  They have mouths, but cannot speak; eyes, but they cannot see; they have ears, but cannot hear; nor is there breath in their mouths.  Those who make them will be like them, and so will all who trust in them.’

Sounds wise not to get wrapped up in filthy lucre, or go ego-tripping on one’s high horse.  We’ll wind up becoming empty, useless, lifeless, not worth a plug nickel.  Idols that idle away precious life, missing the bus to serve in Jesus’ Kingdom.

So, don’t idle along getting along too well with modern day idols!  Get busy for Jesus.  There’s so much to do.  So much you can do.  Whatever that is, do it for Jesus.  Any ideas?  Then start…now!

Stop idling along!

 

 

Thank you, Jesus, for making life special.  Amen.

THE EYES HAVE IT Psalm 119

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More than 30 years ago, I note some blurring in my eyesight.  When I close one eye, no problem.  But the other contains a gray, cloudy spot.  What gives?  Of course, I panic.  Fear I’m going blind.  Or worse, a brain tumor.  Not long for this world.

Visiting a local eye doctor, he categorizes my ailment as ‘macular degeneration’ for insurance purposes.  Looking up that condition in my handy-dandy hypochondriac’s ‘Medical Guide for Idiots’, I realize that a seeing eye dog is just around the corner.  That’s great, since I’m highly allergic to dog dander!  As it turns out, I don’t have macular whatever.  But this big eye medico’s insurance form shortcut causes me considerable stress and strain.  His two cents’ worth quacks like a duck!

Next I make an appointment with a retinal specialist.  Upon examination he wants to know if I’m a welder.  A what?  A welder?  I can hardly maneuver a hammer let alone an acetylene torch.

His conclusion is that I have a leakage in one eye that will either get worse or clear up on its own.  Not to panic.  If needed, he’ll help with laser treatments.  Fortunately or not, I’ve experienced no change.  Decades later–none better, none worse.

I’ve adjusted to it, rarely even thinking about it.  Using both eyes, they compensate for one being partially blurry.  Both together give me rather clear vision.

That’s how the Bible works for those of us who believe in Jesus.  One eye alone, focused exclusively on this world, blurs and distorts.  Life’s meaning tilts out-of-whack, not sure exactly what we’re seeing.  Confusion more than clarity.

Using both eyes, so to speak, as in also reading the Bible, digging deeper within on a regular basis (sorry, once in a blue moon doesn’t cut it!), digesting what it says, allowing trust to grow in our Lord, while becoming obedient to His will, gives understanding as plain as the nose on my face.

Psalm 119:18–‘Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in your law.’  And Psalm 119:105–‘Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.’  Let His light shine.  There’s plenty more where that came from.

 

Thank you, Jesus, for your Word that lights my way.  Amen.

MORE AND MORE 1 Thessalonians 4

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Almost two decades after retiring as a financial planner, I still thumb through a daily financial newspaper.  It covers more than money issues, but that’s its primary focus.  Reading story after story about corporations and small businesses, I’m not amazed at the obsession to make more and more money, quarter by quarter, year after year, or else get clobbered by the markets.

My wife and I chuckle over the poor outfit that only makes a gazillion more bucks this year than last when so-called experts predict  $1.012 gazillion.  Down plummets the stock.  Its Board of Directors headhunts a new CEO.  More and more moolah is the perpetual monkey on their backs.

Such is the world.  But there’s something different for believers.   For we can feel Jesus nudging us closer to Himself, loosening the poisonous grip of greed.  1 Thessalonians 4:1–‘…we ask and urge you in the Lord Jesus, that as you received from us how you ought to walk and to please God, just as you are doing, that you do so more and more.’  There it is.  Pleasing God, more and more, becomes our goal in life.  More and more… of Jesus.

The specifics of how this works out in your life and mine varies greatly.  None two the same.  But to please God…more and more…is where it’s at.  Not only on certain holidays or the odd Sunday, weather permitting; but consistently ‘more and more’, no matter what.

That’s tricky.  How to do this without being obsessive, tying ourselves up in legalism or ritual.  More like wanting to rather than having to.  An eager willingness.

Like I know how all this works out in my life.  I’ve got it down pat.  Not quite!  Not even close.  I struggle as much as any one else.  However, I know the target.  I know where to aim.  You do, too.  So do your best to live for Jesus… more and more.  To know His love… more and more.  His forgiveness and kindness… more and more.  And then?  Well, how about some more!

 

Lord Jesus, I need you most of all.  Amen.

THOSE LITTLE THINGS James 3: 1-12

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It’s life’s little things that trip us up.  The forgotten birthday or anniversary.  That ‘thank you’ never spoken.  Silence when encouragement is called for.  A dime-sized foot sore which prevents a beginner’s walk up the trails of Mt. Rainier.  Nine people hell-bent to give me the old heave-ho out of a church of 600.  Doesn’t take a lot to alter the course of life.  I know.  It’s those little things.

Jesus’ half-brother James says as much when he refers to a large ship, caught in fierce winds, yet maneuvered by a small rudder in the aft.  Or a powerful horse, which is no match for a tiny mouth bit forcing Trigger to go wherever you want.

Little things carry much potential.  For good…or bad.  That’s where James gets personal.  Poking in where he doesn’t belong?  None of his beeswax?  Possibly I’m being a tad defensive, fearing he’s pointing his finger directly at me!  It’s not my heart he worries about here, it’s my big mouth.

What I say can be kind and caring.  However, in the next breath, my words cut, zing and maim.  All from a few insensitive words blabbered off my glib tongue.  Thought I was being funny.  Not!  I know what I’m talking about.  Just me?

James 3: 6–‘The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body.  It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.’  Fire…evil…corruption…hell.  This is serious stuff.

Guess I’d better watch what I say.  Clam up a bit more.  Yap less.  Prayerfully increase the use of my mouth’s rudder and bit, asking for the Lord’s help.  On my own, forget it!

Again, just me?

 

Lord Jesus, help me to be more careful and sensitive.  Amen.

CUT THE CORD! Psalm 129

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I dread February when I have to negotiate a better deal with our cable TV outfit for the next twelve months.  Dread an understatement.  I get hot flashes and jitters, accompanied by cold shivers.  Last year the best I can drag out of them is no additional gouging!

This time it all falls apart.  Price way up.  Sky high.  The channels we regularly watch you can count on one hand.  Some negotiator I am.  Those greedy so-and-so’s aren’t going to budge.  But there’s more to this story!

Here’s what.  We vacation on Canada’s beautiful Vancouver Island.  The waterfront condo we rent has a channel with all British programs, our favorite shows, and with no commercials.  Really?  I ponder.  An idea blossoms.

Cut the cord!  Sever them from our bedraggled, downtrodden checking account.  So, slashed and dissevered go our coaxial twisted wires.  Not as easy as they make it sound.  But I prevail.  Let the streaming begin!  And we’re the richer for it…every month.

What could be better?  You know.  Here’s Psalm 129:4–‘But the Lord is righteous; he has cut me free from the cords of the wicked.’  The psalmist groans that he’s being treated harshly for way too long (v.2).  Handled worse than dirt.  As if a plow repeatedly etches furrows up and down his back (v.3).  We thought we had it rough.

But now the psalmist points to his sole source of hope.  Of course, to our righteous Lord.  We may be surrounded by a bunch of slimebucket hooligans, who maltreat us as their daily entertainment, yet we have One who is right as right can be, who gladly cuts those cords.  Evil will eventually fly away like a helium balloon, which slips through your fingers.  Up, up and away…forever gone!

Our sins, likewise, have their cords cut.  Good riddance.  Adios.  Auf wiedersehen.  Arrivederci.  Toodleoo, cheerio and rice krispies!  Sin’s swan song hummed one last time by God’s forgiven chosen.

We’re free.  To live richly… for Jesus.  What could be better?  Nothing in this world.  For He cuts those nasty cords!

 

Thank you, Jesus, for life lived for you.  Amen.