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How to Bear Cruelty; Luke 22:63-64

I'm currently studying in Luke 22, the events leading up to the crucifixion of Christ. 

It's so easy to read over the familiar words and simply regurgitate the rather obvious conclusions. Yet I would never minimize what Jesus did, knowing that "He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes we are healed." (Isaiah 53:5) 

I've prayed that the Lord would take me through these familiar passages and teach me anew, that by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit I would see clear lessons and not simply stop short with what I think I already know. 

So I shouldn't be surprised when it happens. But often I am.
Now the men who were holding Jesus in custody were mocking Him and beating Him, and they blindfolded Him and were asking Him, saying, “Prophesy, who is the one who hit You?” Luke 22:63-64The Holy Spirit reduces shocking cruelty to one simple sentence. This is physical and verbal a…

Decisions, Decisions...

True confession: buying things makes me feel good, and I sometimes make choices based on my feelings. I live up to the old saying, “When the going gets tough the tough go shopping.” Or I used to. I’m working on a different way now.
As a Christian woman I know my decisions should not be solely based on intuition or feelings. You don’t think with your feelings! I know I should seek God’s will on everything and decide what to do based on biblical criteria. But what does that look like?
Mueller's Method  George Mueller was a Christian man who started several orphanages in England in the mid-1800s. He literally made every decision by praying and trusting God to provide the answer and the means to accomplish everything he did.
He determined God’s will using five steps, which he shared in a book called Answers to Prayer. They go like this: 1.Get your ‘self’ out of it, so that you have no will of your own; don’t leave the result to feeling or simple impression; 2.Let any leading from the Spi…

One Another House on July 4th

This morning I lay in the twilight of sleep, slowly rousing. The fan was making lazy circles overhead and I could smell a hint of wet grass through the open window. The cool sheets felt good as I dozed. Again, I was transported back to the excitement of my childhood on the Fourth of July.

For a moment I was 10 again, in the little house on Howard Avenue. Mom and Dad were just getting moving. Our dog, Tippy, was barking. A screen door slammed. Probably the Wittenbrocks next door, going out to clean the pool for an afternoon of neighborhood kids. Someone was mowing the lawn, and I pictured the American flags fluttering in front of the houses on the block.

I knew we would swim and barbecue, play with sparklers and light black snakes. I loved watching that coil of black ash curl up out of the fire, growing longer until it finally broke with a dry tinkle on the pavement, leaving a black spot that was still there at Thanksgiving. Sparklers were fun, especially if you wrote your name in the…

Moving to the One Another House

I'm coming up for air as I get ready to move. I can't imagine why I would suddenly want to write here when I'm so short on time and so pressed to do things, and after ignoring the blog for months on end. Maybe it's a displacement activity, one designed to let off steam sideways so I'm not blown forward or backward by it. Whatever...

We're moving into a wonderful new experience, as well as a different house. My husband and I will be sharing a house with young friends in their 30s who have two toddlers, both girls. We're all Christians, and although our striping is different now, we knew each other back when... So we're longtime friends who have shared some of the troubles that Christ has so richly blessed us with and come through knowing that we share the unity of the Spirit.

Which isn't to say it will all be easy! We expect to find daily challenges to bless us anew. We're calling it 'One Another House' in honor of all the one another st…