Two sets of parents very recently held funerals for their twelve-year-old sons just three weeks before Christmas. I can’t even begin to imagine their heartbreak. Even though it hurts just to think about the grief being endured, I take comfort in Psalm 34:18 The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. May God grant them the grace to live each day in His strength.
Under these circumstances it is difficult to say Happy Sunday.
I have always liked riddles and used to be pretty good at solving them. However, my eighty-three-year-old brain sometimes lets me down, so this morning I was happy to solve this one from Pinterest within ten seconds. Have fun! Happy Saturday.
Here it is the weekend again. Someone once told me that Saturdays are for smiling. And so I am smiling, as is my great-grand-dog, Champ. He loves the weekend when his “people” are home for two whole days. Happy Saturday.
There comes a time in life when one is faced with the choice of believing in God or denying him.
Personally, I cannot imagine a life of denial. I cannot imagine that the universe is a crap shoot and every powerful and amazing planet, galaxy, sun, moon, star, everything in it, came to be through a random explosion.
For believers, no matter what happens in life, there is always the faith to continue to believe.
For those who continue to believe that the universe began with a big bang…that random explosion…then putting a new twist on Genesis 1:1 would read like this:
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth…with a big bang. But that wouldn’t work either, because creation is complicated to the human mind.
That we came to be through fish, frogs and apes just doesn’t jibe with Genesis 1:27:
So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.
And that’s about as good as it gets. Happy Sunday.
This month, November, one of my dear friends of many years lost her sister at age fifty-nine.
In September of this year this same friend’s mother died.
In November of 2019, less than a year before her mother, her father was the first of the family to go to heaven.
That’s the bad news. (Not that they went to heaven but that they died.)
The good news is that Anna’s complete faith and trust in God is giving her the peace, comfort, strength, and stamina she needs to release her family into His loving arms, when her arms can no longer hold them.
Yes, the bad news is that my friend has lost her parents and only sister, but the good news is she has not lost her trust. Amen.
One of the life questions I’ve been asked is, “How did you get the peace you seem to have?” Looking back over my life, there was a time in my forties and fifties, when my mantra was, “God loves me and has a wonderful plan for my life.” The one-liner was never far from my thoughts and became exactly what a mantra is…a statement repeated frequently.
One of my favorite songs at that time was “He Touched Me”. It was always the added touch I needed. Happy Sunday.