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Not Perfect

There is a misconception out there that Christians are supposed to be perfect. I have gained first-hand knowledge of this fallacy from a few friends and family who seemed to have nothing better to do than to wait for me to slip up and make a mistake. And when I do (because we all do), they are very quick to point their fingers and accuse, adding my fumbles to their arsenal against Christians in general.

Here’s the truth: God’s people are not perfect.

We have flaws. Cracks. Chips. We’ve been broken, stepped on, pushed around, hurt, slapped, and disappointed. Just like everybody else. We bear the very same scars. We are not immune to the world and we don’t have a magic wand to make all the bad go away. As our pastor said yesterday, being a Christian can be like trying to keep your balance while walking into the wind with debris flying at you from every direction. It’s hard. Really hard.

But . . .

We have forgiveness from sin through Jesus Christ. That doesn’t mean we don’t sin – it means that when we do, we have the privilege of coming to Jesus, owning up to the things we’ve done wrong, and receiving His complete and total forgiveness.

We have the Holy Spirit to give us directions to get through that windstorm – if we let Him.

And we have God’s promise of eternal life.

 

 

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Dear Mother

This is  a letter to my grandmother, whom I called Mother. She went home to Heaven recently.

Dear Mother,

You’ve been in Heaven for over three weeks now and I wish I knew your phone number there so I could call and ask you all the questions that have been going through my mind since you left.

I’m sure you’ve been busy getting settled in your new mansion. How does the garden look? I can just see all the gladiolas blooming just for you. Hopefully the rhubarb is under control. Just be careful when you cut it – I still have a scar on my finger from that time you let me do it and I didn’t realize how sharp the knife was. 

There is no doubt in my mind that you have a very well-stocked library somewhere in that house of yours, so maybe you’ve had time to start reading the books – all  your favorites by Gene Stratton-Porter, Harold Bell Wright, and Ralph Connor. I have some of the ones you left behind. And don’t worry, I shared them with Kim and Rochelle, just like you wanted.

I have to ask: how is Gramps? I can only imagine how wonderful your reunion must have been. I bet your knees went weak when you saw him! He’s probably shown you around everywhere by now and you’ve already caught up on all the news.

Have you seen my Dad? Please give him a hug and a kiss from me and tell him how very much I miss him. I think about him every single day.

And you’ve seen Jesus! That is the very best of all – to be with Him in Glory for all eternity. Everything else pales in comparison, I’m certain, and you get to be right there in His presence, worshiping Him. How awesome! I am full of joy that you and Gramps and Dad and so many other loved ones chose the Savior, because that means I will see you all again one day. I want to stand right beside you in that great cloud of witnesses.

Well, Mother, I don’t know how reliable the mail service is in Heaven, but I do know that my prayers reach the heart of Almighty God – every time, instantly – and Canada Post could never match that! 

I miss you, Mother!

Until we meet again.

Love, Wendy

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Resting

It’s been a crazy couple of days.

Yesterday morning, we started our road trip from Vancouver, BC to Saskatoon, SK, which takes an average of 18 hours to drive. We did it in 18.5, even after stopping for an hour in Edmonton to meet family for a quick supper. The drive was pretty ordinary until we were within a few hundred miles of our destination. I’ll save that story for another post.

Today we laid my precious grandmother to rest. Although her glorious entrance into heaven had already taken place the moment she breathed her last, today was a celebration of her life and her legacy. Family and friends gathered to sing, share and just be together – and it was good. I had the honor of reading my grandmother’s eulogy and a tribute I had written. I didn’t sob and blubber (which I’d been afraid might happen), so that was also good. After the service, we went back to “Mother’s” house to look at her things and see if there were little mementos we’d like to keep. I think the most valuable thing for me was one of her well-used Bibles, with her notes in the margins. It’s now in my suitcase. I can’t wait to pour over the pages and glean from Mother’s insights into God’s Word.

Mother is resting with Jesus now.

And I am resting too.

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The Good About Friday

Today is Good Friday. To much of the world, that means absolutely nothing. To me, it means . . .

. . . Love

. . . Sacrifice

. . . Forgiveness

. . . Salvation

. . . Eternity

Good Friday. The day that Jesus Christ, my Savior, suffered horribly and gave His life for me. Because He loved me that much. He died so that I could live. Forever, with Him in heaven.

But it doesn’t end with Friday. Three days later, Jesus lived again!

When I was in the first grade, I was given a part to play in our school’s annual Easter celebration program. Not a fluffy bunny and colored egg kind of celebration, but a full out Christ-is-risen-from-the-dead Easter service that the whole school attended and to which parents and friends were invited. In a public school.  Yes, folks, there was a time not all that long ago when this kind of thing was actually encouraged instead of forbidden. Anyway, I was given a passage from the Bible to memorize and recite. Here it is:

Now when the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, that they might come and anoint Him. Very early in the morning, on the first day of the week, they came to the tomb when the sun had risen. And they said among themselves, “Who will roll away the stone from the door of the tomb for us?” But when they looked up, they saw that the stone had been rolled away—for it was very large. And entering the tomb, they saw a young man clothed in a long white robe sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed. But he said to them, “Do not be alarmed. You seek Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He is risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid Him.  – Mark 16:1-6 (NKJV)

At the time, I really had no understanding of the impact of this bit of Scripture. Today, it brings tears to my eyes. Because of what Jesus did on the cross, because He died and rose again, the debt of my sin has been paid.

My Jesus. My Savior. Lord, there is none like You! All of my days, I want to praise the wonder of Your mighty love.

This is a very, very Good Friday.

 

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Five Minutes

Something stuck with me from a sermon I heard in church on Sunday: When you consider eternity, your life here on earth is like five minutes. How will you spend those five minutes?

I thought about people I know – relatives, even – who are wasting their five minutes. One has a master’s degree, but has chosen to live in near squalor on social assistance. Another is in prison for attempted murder. One more is an alcoholic who has lost everything, including family.

Then there are those I know who are living their five minutes to the max. Business people, pastors, teachers, good mothers and fathers,  doctors – people who follow after God’s heart and enjoy the life He has given them.

We get only one shot at this life. This is it. No second chances.

How will you spend your five minutes?

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