WHO’S ON FIRST?

Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need. [Matthew 6:33 (NLT)]

Who comes first in our lives? Without a doubt, when I was a child, it was me. As far as I was concerned, the world pretty much revolved Playa del Carmenaround me, myself and I: my toys, my games, my friends, my wants, my school, my plans. As I matured, I became a little less self-involved but I have to admit that my priorities still revolved around me: my education, my husband, my children, my family, my projects, my future! All of these are important, but no matter how much I love my husband, children and grandchildren, and no matter how worthwhile my projects or causes, none of these should be my first priority. That should always be God.

I wish I could say that God has always been first and foremost in my life. I wish I could say that the Holy Spirit has guided me in all of my decisions and that I held Jesus’ hand whenever I was troubled or afraid. I wish I could say I was obedient to His word and that His love always led my way. Unfortunately, I can’t. I know that if I had done those things, my life would have been happier; it certainly would have been more peaceful. As wonderful and fulfilling as my days have been, if God had come first, there certainly would have been fewer problems and more joy, fewer tears and more smiles. Nevertheless, I have no intention of wasting time in regrets or shedding tears over what I should have done or what might have been. Instead, I plan on regularly and prayerfully evaluating my priorities from this day forward.

I came across an acronym that not only reminds me of how to set my priorities but also tells me the reward of setting them correctly: JOY. Jesus comes first, Others are second, and You come last! If we follow that order, we’ll have joy in our lives!

Who’s on first in your life?

The measure of life is revealed in the quality of our relationships: with God, our families, our fellow men. [From “A Perfect Day” by Richard Paul Evans]

He must become greater and greater, and I must become less and less. [John 3:30 (NLT)]

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STOP, LOOK AND LISTEN

O God, listen to my cry! Hear my prayer! From the ends of the earth, I cry to you for help when my heart is overwhelmed. [Psalm 61:1-2 (NLT)]

I prayed to the Lord, and he answered me. He freed me from all my fears. Those who look to him for help will be radiant with joy; no shadow of shame will darken their faces. In my desperation I prayed, and the Lord listened; he saved me from all my troubles. [Psalm 34:4-6 (NLT)] 

“Stop, look, and listen!” When just children, that’s what we learned to do every time we crossed a street. Those words remain good advice today—and not just when crossing the street.

deer - corkscrew swampThe Philistine army, hoping to capture King David, raided the valley of Rephaim. Before responding to the attack, David stopped and asked God what action he should take. He didn’t present his battle plan for God’s consideration nor did he take action before receiving God’s instruction. God told David to go to battle, assuring him of victory over the Philistines. When the battle went as God had promised, David wisely did not take credit for the victory. “God did it!” he exclaimed, giving credit where credit was due. The Philistines, however, returned and raided the valley again. Although David had previously defeated them, he didn’t assume a similar victory the second time. Again, the shepherd king paused, looked to God for his battle plan and listened to His advice. This time, God gave him a new strategy, telling David to circle his army around behind the Philistines and wait for a sound like marching feet in the trees before attacking. David followed God’s advice and was victorious once again.

David’s triumphs were because he stopped to pray, looked to God for direction, and listened to God’s advice before proceeding with God’s plan. David did all this at the first sign of trouble, prior to taking action, and not after he was surrounded by his enemies in the heat of battle.

While David stopped, looked and listened before proceeding, most of us don’t. We usually barge straight ahead and don’t consult God until we find ourselves in a tight spot. We tend to wait until we’re in crisis mode before stopping to look to God and listen to His advice. I know that many of my decisions have been made quickly, without much thought and definitely without enough prayer. Moreover, even when I stop and look to God in prayer, I’m not as inclined as David to listen to what God has to say or to accept His answer. When I’ve found myself in a predicament, it’s a sure bet that God wasn’t involved in my decision-making process. I failed to take the time to stop and look to God; most important, I failed to listen to and abide by His counsel.

Intelligent people are always ready to learn. Their ears are open for knowledge. [Proverbs 18:15 (NLT)]

Come let us worship and bow down. Let us kneel before the Lord our maker, for he is our God. We are the people he watches over, the flock under his care. If only you would listen to his voice today! [Psalm 95:6-7 (NLT)]

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CHANGING SEASONS

He [the Lord] destroyed the whole valley—all the cities, the people living in the cities, and all the plants in the valley. Lot’s wife was following behind him and looked back at the city. When she did, she became a block of salt. [Genesis 19:25-26 (ERV)

wheelsIf I ran the world, I wouldn’t be plagued with arthritis and my husband wouldn’t have a bum leg that prevents him from skiing and snowshoeing. As long as I’m fantasizing, calories wouldn’t count, we’d always have fresh powder on the slopes, and ski boots would be comfortable. If I ran the world, floors would mop themselves but, chances are, I’d end up like Mickey Mouse in the movie Fantasia and find myself overwhelmed with uncontrollable brooms, buckets and a flood. As the cartoon mouse learned, power without wisdom can make for a mess. Fortunately, God hasn’t resigned from His role and I concede that His plan is always better than mine. I’ve come to recognize that even when we understand God’s plan, even when we know His plan is the right one, and even when we finally accept it, we may not necessarily like it very much.

When we were children, we moved from giant crayons to skinny ones, from Mega blocks to Lego sets, from cardboard picture books to chapter books, and from training wheels to a twelve-speed bike. We happily accepted those transitions because they meant we were growing up. Somewhere along the line, however, those transitions stopped being so welcome. They simply meant we were growing older—going from twenty-twenty vision to trifocals, from a full head of hair to a bald pate, from endless energy to afternoon naps, or from running marathons to having a knee replacement.

To everything God has given a season, but it’s not always easy to transition from one season to another. Being somewhere between training wheels and a wheel chair, I’m having difficulty accepting that it’s time to move to a new season. The last two months have been ones of prayer, contemplation, acceptance and a few melancholy tears that have led us to decide to sell our mountain home; regrettably, this was our last winter here.

The Colorado town in which we’ve spent the last twenty-five winters isn’t Sodom and, while a helicopter will drop Easter eggs down on it this Saturday, neither fire nor burning sulfur will pour down when we depart. Like Lot’s wife, however, I will find it hard to not to look back. While I won’t turn into a pillar of salt, I will shed a fair number of salty tears. Like Lot’s wife, I’m not ready to leave and start a new chapter in my life. But, like Lot, I will accept God’s direction to move on.

I really have no cause for complaint. There are far worse things than spending our winters in sunny southwest Florida. We will return to our beautiful mountains, cherished friends, and beloved Colorado church family in the summer and fall, but as tourists and not townies. On the plus side, this transition will allow us to make a fuller commitment to our Florida community, church and friends. To everything there is a season and no season lasts a lifetime. Recognizing that one season’s time has passed, we must joyfully move on to the next. When we submit our lives to God’s plan, every one of life’s seasons can allow us to better serve His purposes.

There is a right time for everything, and everything on earth will happen at the right time. … There is a time to cry and a time to laugh. There is a time to be sad and a time to dance with joy. [Ecclesiastes 3:1,4 (ERV)]

Don’t change yourselves to be like the people of this world, but let God change you inside with a new way of thinking. Then you will be able to understand and accept what God wants for you. You will be able to know what is good and pleasing to him and what is perfect. [Romans 12:2 (ERV)]

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CLEAN THOUGHTS

Wash me clean from my guilt. Purify me from my sin. … Purify me from my sins, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. … Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a loyal spirit within me. Do not banish me from your presence, and don’t take your Holy Spirit from me. [Psalm 51:2,7,10-11 (NLT)]

tropical water lily There’s a shampoo that claims, “I’m so good, I put clean thoughts in your head.” A nice idea and, if a shampoo could do that, the world would be a better place. Our heads often become filled with mind grime: worry, fear, anger, ingratitude, bitterness, envy, guilt and anxiety. That kind of dirt, while not as obvious as poor hygiene, is far worse than dirty hair. Unfortunately, no matter how you combine berry and tea extracts with orange flowers, the concoction can’t clean out the gunk that can fill our minds. There are, however, ways to put clean thoughts in our heads by availing ourselves of the Holy Spirit, prayer and scripture.

When our minds become filled with negative or troubling thoughts, we need to take a long shower with the Lord; better yet, soak in His tub and immerse ourselves in His word. Our thoughts will be cleansed with prayer, our souls reconditioned by God’s words, and the Holy Spirit will fill us with His light. We truly will emerge from that bath feeling refreshed and clean.

Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow’r?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin,
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb;
There’s a fountain flowing for the soul unclean,
Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb!
[Are You Washed in the Blood? (Elisha A. Hoffman)]

Then I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you will be clean. Your filth will be washed away, and you will no longer worship idols. And I will give you a new heart, and I will put a new spirit in you. I will take out your stony, stubborn heart and give you a tender, responsive heart. And I will put my Spirit in you so that you will follow my decrees and be careful to obey my regulations. [Ezekiel 36:25-27 (NLT)]

But if we are living in the light, as God is in the light, then we have fellowship with each other, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, cleanses us from all sin. If we claim we have no sin, we are only fooling ourselves and not living in the truth. But if we confess our sins to him, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all wickedness. [1 John 1:7-9 (NLT)]

 

IN THE VALLEY

Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. [Psalm 23:4 (NIV)]

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. [John Newton]

golondrinas penetente NM My mother had been very clear—she was to be cremated and her ashes tossed into our rose garden. I was only fifteen when she died and filled with teen-age indignation when my father interred her ashes in a cemetery plot. Angrily I asked how he could go against her wishes. He simply replied, “Following her wishes is far easier said than done.” What had seemed so easy in theory was, in actuality, far too difficult for the grieving man to do. Burdened by my own grief, I didn’t understand; older and wiser, I do now.

I thought of my father’s reply when a friend mentioned the difficulty of planning her husband’s Celebration of Life Service—she wanted to do one thing but family members insisted on another. A few days later, I overheard two other widows discussing their husbands’ cremains—neither woman felt ready to dispose of them and yet they were being pressured to do so by family members. Grief is hard enough by itself; family dissension only makes it worse.

Each of us grieves in our own way and at our own pace. In his grief and loneliness, my father made some rash and foolish personal choices. I dealt with the loss of my mother in acts of teen-age rebellion and reckless stupidity. A friend reluctantly went off to college just a few weeks after her father died and ended up sitting in her dorm room in tears. Grief-stricken and unready to move on with her life, she flunked out of school. Once done mourning, she returned to school and graduated with honors! While none of us handled our grief well, we all needed to pass through that dark valley the best we could, just as my widowed friends will do in time.

Rather than telling our friends and family what they should do and how to behave in their grief, perhaps we could take a lesson from Abe and Sarah, a long-married couple with whom I attend Bible study. Sitting across the table from me, they’d left an empty chair between them. Jokingly, I asked if they were annoyed with one another. No, they were just leaving a spot for the recently widowed Mary. She and her husband used to sit across from them at Bible study. Not wanting Mary to sit by herself, they now save a place for her between them so she won’t feel alone. That, I thought, is what church family does for one another—they walk together in the dark valley of sorrow.

For those who mourn, that dark valley can seem long, gloomy and desolate. A Christian knows he is never alone in his grief—God is always with him. The Bible, however, is abundantly clear—we are to bear one another’s burdens. When someone is walking in the valley of sorrow, as brothers and sisters in Christ, we are to make their journey easier by offering our love, encouragement and support, and possibly even by saving a chair for them.

Do not mourn the dead, but comfort the living. [Jonathan Lockwood Huie]

Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. [Romans 12:15 (NIV)]

 

PUT ON YOUR RED DRESS

Then everyone who believes in him can have eternal life. Yes, God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him would not be lost but have eternal life. [John 3:15-16 (ERV)]

Jesus said, “Don’t be troubled. Trust in God, and trust in me. There are many rooms in my Father’s house. I would not tell you this if it were not true. I am going there to prepare a place for you.” [John 14:1-2 (ERV)]

When you hear of my home going… Don’t worry about me. …Hey… I’m just another soldier, going home to be with the Lord. [Gospel hymn – author unknown]

While chatting with a friend, I mentioned how my little black dress has served so well at visitations and funerals. “Well, you better not wear that at my funeral,” she protested. “You better wear a bright red dress; I want a celebration!”

cardinal - CSS2592web“I’ve got a home in gloryland that outshines the sun,” goes the old familiar gospel song. If we believe that, why are we so somber when a believer passes away? Why the long faces? Of course, we mourn the loss of a loved one—their death leaves a void in our lives. I’m not trying to minimize the loss of life or diminish anyone’s sorrow. Life here on earth, however, is just the prelude to an eternal life with God. Rather than focusing on our grief, we need to celebrate the life our loved one lived and rejoice at the beginning of his or her new life. Although we’ve lost a friend or family member, Heaven has gained a new resident. The angels won’t be draping black crepe on the clouds when someone new arrives. They’ll be posting “welcome home” signs and hanging colorful streamers and balloons to celebrate another resident. Picture St. Peter busily painting a new number on the population sign at the Pearly Gates. As beautiful as God made earth, imagine how magnificent heaven will be. Moreover, it will feel more like home than any house in which we ever lived.

I imagine few in my circle, with the exception of my friend, would understand if I attended wakes and funerals in a brightly colored dress, so I will continue wearing the same black one. But, when our time is over here on earth, my friend and I have specific instructions—no dirges, just joyful songs of homegoing and no weeping or somber faces, just tears of joy and a little laughter. Ladies, when it’s time for me to go home, get out your red dresses and have the men come in their favorite aloha shirts!

Some day you will read in the papers that D.L. Moody of East Northfield, is dead. Don’t you believe a word of it! At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now; I shall have gone up higher, that is all, out of this old clay tenement into a house that is immortal- a body that death cannot touch, that sin cannot taint; a body fashioned like unto His glorious body. [D.L. Moody]

We know that our body—the tent we live in here on earth—will be destroyed. But when that happens, God will have a home for us to live in. It will not be the kind of home people build here. It will be a home in heaven that will continue forever. [2 Corinthians 5:1-2 (ERV)]