Five Minute Friday – Last

Here’s this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday.

This week’s prompt is LAST. The timer is set … so here goes. {clock starts now}

Maybe it was returning to New York for more than a long weekend. Maybe it was sitting in the corner of the living room, although the furniture is different and the hospital bed is gone. Maybe it’s because, even after 11 years, Karen may not be on my mind continually, but she is always in my heart triggering the memories to pop out of the file cabinet in my head.

So, when the prompt came up, my thoughts immediately regressed to the last time I saw my wife alive, lying there quietly until her last breath.

I remembered our last conversation about 36 hours earlier. I remembered telling her when she was ready, just go; our Lord was waiting. I remembered her smile. I remembered her peaceful countenance. I remembered holding her hand as her breathing  became more labored. I remembered the tear in her eye just before the last gasp. And I remembered the smile that quickly followed.

It my not be theologically or medically accurate, but I knew that last action, coupled with her completely relaxed hands, … STOP

was her releasing my grip as her eyes opened to the glory of eternity and she saw her Lord and Savior come with open arms to embrace her and bring her to the Father.

This certainly wasn’t the end. It may have been her last actions on this earthly plane, but it was her first act in eternity.

My prayer is when it is time for me to join her, I have the same peace, grace and dignity.

You might remember the task is to write for five minutes on a specific prompt word. The initiative was started by Lisa-Jo Baker  who thought about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. She figured, why not take five minutes and see what comes out: not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing. She turned over the reins to Kate Motaung, where our faithful writers write, and share it with others at our Facebook FMF Community page, fiveminutefriday.com. It’s free. It’s easy (okay, not always). It’s addictive (in a good way). You should visit and check it out or — better yet — join in the fun of expressing yourself!

As an extra enticement, I’ve been using testimonials about the group and the exercise from other members as collected in Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Flat. This week’s it’s Anna. I encourage you to listen to the words and visit Kate and her wonderful corps of writers … and maybe be inspired to join in!

“Five Minute Friday taught me to go with my gut, not second-guessing myself but trusting in the words God brought forth when I focused in for five minutes. FMF meant freedom in my writing. FMF is a community of cheerleaders, encouraging one another in love. It’s a soft place for the hearts of writers to land each week. I’ve never found another community like FMF — one that consistently welcomes without question or judgment, one that inspires others to keep pressing in to their words, one that so faithfully assembles each week. Five Minute Friday is a one-of-a-kind beautiful presence online.”

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Life is a song — sing it.

Life is a game — play it.

Life is a challenge — meet it.

Life is a dream — realize it.

Life is a sacrifice — offer it.

Life is love — enjoy it.

— Sai Baba

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Happy Halloween

I’m not a big fan of Halloween. I never was … even as a kid. I never got into it as my five children looked forward to trick or treating. I still keep my porch light off on Halloween night, although I did have to man the candy bucket when my wife was around.

Speaking of candy, that was the only redeeming virtue of the holiday. I may not like the celebration, but I’m not adverse to sharing the spoils.

Of course, Halloween today is very different than when I was growing up. We pretty much stayed in our own neighborhood or were driven to relatives’ homes. We didn’t have to worry about tainted candy. About the worst bounty was fruit {although unwrapped candy or caramel apples were acceptable}. Our costumes were simple {okay, sometimes creative} and almost never overpriced store bought {except for a mask}. Dress up characters included hobos, ghosts,mummies, princesses, witches, pirates, cowboys, soldiers, pumpkins, and animals. As I got older, costumes got scarier — unfriendly ghosts, really scary witches, vampires, superheroes, ghouls — and now we have zombies, serial killers, and gore, many prepackaged just in time  for Halloween fright.

I don’t recall too many Halloween parties. Now there are church, service club, and  community celebrations aimed at controlling the fun. “Haunted houses” were around, but the level was mild — maybe spider webs and an occasion ghost around a corner and someone suddenly sitting up in a makeshift coffin — compared to today’s focus on fright and enhanced technology.

I didn’t go to too many parties and probably after age 10 or 12 opted to stay home and guard the candy dish rather than go out in the dark, often damp night.

Interestingly enough, I do remember a YMCA Halloween party I attended. I was probably 12 and may have met my wife there. I don’t remember it, but apparently we were both at the downtown party that year. She was a princess — one of about  1,000 princesses {okay, that’s an exaggeration} at the party. She insists she remembers me, primarily because of my unique costume and the fact I planted myself near the refreshment table. I remember my home made costume and, yes, I was the only robot at the party. It consisted of a big foil-wrapped box. My arms, gloves, legs, and shoes were also wrapped in foil and I had a foil-wrapped plastic bowl on my head with eyes, nose and mouth cut out. There were red dyed pipe cleaners affixed to the bowl and colored buttons on my chest.

And there is no truth that I was intentionally stationed at the refreshment table. It just so happens it was the first place I found. Do you know how hard it was for a robot to move 60 years ago?

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Look for something positive in every day, even if some days you have to look a little harder. — Zig Ziglar

 

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Midweek Mirth

One of the misconceptions about being a Christian is non-Christians think we don’t know how to have fun or have a sense of humor. Trust me, if the Big Guy can have a sense of humor when it comes to dealing with us mere mortals, so can we.

The difference for Christians is we don’t have to debase ourselves or others to generate a smile. Laughter at life or ourselves is a gift from God.

So, let’s smile a little!

How High Can You Count?

A father and son were riding in their truck together one day and the son asked the father, “Dad, how high can you count?”

The father replied, “Well, I don’t know, son — how high can you count?”

The son immediately replied, “One thousand, five hundred, forty-two.”

The father said, “Why did you stop?”

The son shrugged his shoulders and said, “Well, church was over.”

And now for the bonus …

Divine Providence

Recently a father and son found themselves short on time and looking for a parking space at the mall. “Angels, we’re in a bit of a hurry and would like very much to find a space near the entrance,” Dad said.

“I don’t know about all that, Dad,” Patrick said uneasily, launching Dad into a little sermon about how God always helps those who ask him. Suddenly, Patrick’s arm shot out and pointed toward the front of the mall. “Look! A space!” Sure enough, right by the entrance.

As Dad pulled in, Patrick wondered whether it was all just one big coincidence. “Then again,” he said, “maybe it was the angels. Check that out!” The license plate on the car across from us read “Amen.”

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Life is worth living as long as there’s a laugh in it. — L.M. Montgomery

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How

So, you want to write a book. We have been tackling the five Ws and the H … that’s What, When, Where, Why. Who, and How. We’ve already delved into the five W’s — What, When, Where, Why, and Who. Now it’s time to start discussing the odd letter — H — How.

How is the nuts and bolts of writing. This will actually be the most intense part and it largely will depend on what genre you choose. But, regardless of your genre, the spokes still have to connect to the hub. The difference is whether you use a carriage bolt or a screw, a nail or an angle brace, a rivet or a weld.

The shortest definition of writing — in any form — is communication. There are various genres to consider. We’ll go over them briefly.

Writing to Communicate — Writing to communicate is the earliest form of writing. It has been a common way of written communication before the emergence of Internet and e-mail. A less formal form of writing, it includes genres such as e-mailing, letter writing, online chatting, article writing and text messaging. It focuses on the individual’s intent and purpose to write rather than discussing a topic. Contrary to the common writing forms, it is generally written in the first person.

Expository Writing — Expository writing is the most common forms of writing. You can find this type of writing in academic setting in the form of research paper, dissertation and thesis writing. The purpose of expository writing is to explain to readers about a specific topic. Biographies, news stories, how to articles, business letters and personal letters are all examples of expository writing.

Narrative Writing — Writing in narrative form is another common but a major genre of writing. Personal narrative is based on factual accounts of the life of a person. This form of writing can be traced back to the prehistoric era. People have been using writing methods to narrate how they lived through time. Cave paintings and hieroglyphics are examples of such writings. Narrative writing focuses on a specific event and experience of an author and reflects his or her thoughts about it. Short stories, biographies and historical writings are all examples of narrative writing.

Persuasive Writing — Writing to persuade is another genre of writing that uses persuasion technique to persuade the audience. It involves discussing a point of view in an attempt to convince the readers. While there are number of sub-genres within the persuasive writing genre, the basic purpose remains the same, i.e. to convince the readers to endorse a viewpoint. Some good examples of persuasive writing include promotional and propaganda advertisement, movie or book review writing, op-eds,  and letters to editor.

Creative Writing/Poetry — Writing is always a form of expression. It could be for creating certain emotions, showing feelings of happiness and sadness, or just for fun. Writing in the creative form can imply different meanings and interpretations to different people. Fiction writing that includes poetry, prose, and plays fall in this genre of writing. There are also other genres that are possible within this genre, such as text messaging through emoticons and nonsense writing.

Communication is simply the act of transferring information from one place to another. The different categories of communication include:

Spoken or Verbal Communication: face-to-face, telephone, radio or television, and other media.

Non-Verbal Communication: body language, gestures, how we dress or act – even our scent.

Written Communication: letters, e-mails, books, magazines, the Internet, or via other media.

Visualizations: graphs and charts, maps, logos, and other visualizations can communicate messages.

I’m going to focus on written communication, specifically how WE communicate in different mediums.

Most of us use simple writing techniques in letters, e-mails, and social media. If you’re inclined you might journal … or even write a book.

Regardless, writing skills are an important part of communication. Good writing skills allow you to communicate your message with clarity and ease to a far larger audience than through face-to-face or telephone conversations. Always, good writing is more than stringing words. It’s painting a mental picture through your words. It’s the writer and reader interacting and being involved in the story. The best writer in the world would fall short if no one read his or her work. The most avid reader in the world would be empty if there were no words to read.

In addition to grammar, spelling and punctuation — I’ll be spending time on those in the coming weeks — it’s important to remember your audience. Always write with your audience in mind which will help you decide whether you need to write in a formal style or a more informal one.

You might be called upon to write a report, plan or strategy at work; write a grant application or press release within a volunteering role; or you may fancy communicating your ideas online via a blog.  And, of course, a well written CV or résumé with no spelling or grammatical mistakes is essential if you want a new job. All of those require writing … and writing skills.

Next week, I’ll discuss journaling, poetry, and prose. Until then, keep writing!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Letting go isn’t a one time thing. It’s something you have to do every day over and over again — Dawson’s Creek

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A True Friend

Today’s Words for the Week are a sample of Daily Encounter by Dick Innes

A friend loves at all times. Proverbs 17:17

Years ago a friend was talking to me about some people being “cursed with the affliction to give advice.” At the time I had no idea what he was talking about. Sure sounded strange to me. Now I understand.

According to Webster’s Dictionary, people “offering … unwanted advice” are officious. They can also be obnoxious. Such advice can be and often is a thinly veiled criticism.

I’m not talking about going to a lawyer or an accountant or a car mechanic or whatever when we need and are asking for professional advice. What I’m talking about is when we share our struggles and feelings with a friend and they have a compulsion to tell us what we should or shouldn’t be doing, or to “fix” us. They are in fact putting us down in that they are assuming they know our needs better than we know them ourselves.

Even when some people want us to tell them what to do, it is a much greater help not to tell them what we think they should do, but to help THEM decide what are their options and solutions. This is what a good counselor does. He helps clients see what their options are and decide for themselves what they need to do.

What I want from a friend when I am feeling in the pits is someone to listen to me with their heart, give me their presence, and accept me as I am — and let me know they care — without giving any kind of advice or trying to fix me.

These friends can be rare. Even rarer is the friend who knows how to weep with those who weep.

In his book, Out of Solitude, Henri Nouwen wrote, “When we honestly ask ourselves which persons in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”

May God help us all to be this kind of a friend.

Suggested prayer: “Dear God, please give me an understanding, caring, and compassionate heart and help me to learn how to listen to my friends’ pain, to accept them as they are, to communicate to them that I truly care — without having a compulsion to give unsolicited advice or try to fix them. To my friends in need please help me to be a friend indeed. Thank you for hearing and answering my prayer. Gratefully, in Jesus’ name, amen.”

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Life is like a jigsaw puzzle. Each little piece is an aspect of our journey through it. And when at last we find that last piece and fit it into place, we eventually see the meaning of this life.

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Thank God

A few words from the slanty side of the pulpit today at West Fayette (NY) Presbyterian Church.

May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.

We’ve all met them. In the office. In the family. Among friends. In church. Even on this side of the pulpit. Boisterous. Pompous. Always pointing toward themselves. They may have the right intentions, but somehow they come off as holier than thou. And it often puts us off.

Before I get into more detail on our reading – specifically our Pharisee and our tax collector, I was reminded of a story. So I am going to digress.

A Catholic priest, a Jewish rabbi, and a Presbyterian minister are all best friends. They have this tradition of meeting up at a certain coffee shop and talking about this and that while they eat their collective favorite dessert, cherry pie.

One day, as the friends are enjoying their cherry pie, the topic of whose religion is true comes up and a long and tiresome discussion ensues. But by the end of it, no conclusion is reached between the three. The only thing they can all agree on is their God has many, many rules for man to follow and although these rules can at times seem arbitrary or even unfounded, it is not the duty of man to understand the purpose for any law of God, but rather it is the duty of man to follow the laws regardless of his understanding of them.

The priest contributes, “I believe lust is the most vile, disgusting sin of all and surely God must hate it as much as I do. For that reason I vowed to never, as long as I should live, act on my sexual urges. I have remained celibate my entire life to show my commitment to God.”

And the rabbi says, “Well that may very well be true, but it is my opinion the grossest assault on God’s honor is to work on the sabbath day, for not even did He work on that holiest of holy days, so who would I be as a humble human being to work on His day of rest? For that reason I vowed to always keep the sabbath day holy as long as I should live and to preach it to my congregation.”

And the Presbyterian minister added, “Both of you make fair points, but it is my assessment the pig is the most foul creature to walk the earth, for the spirit of Lucifer himself inhabited that dirty animal and anyone who would consume the flesh and blood of that beast should surely become as perverted and vile as the dark prince himself. For that reason I vowed to never eat pork as long as I should live and won’t allow pork barbecues as fund raisers at my church. This is how I demonstrate my devotion to God.”

With the three friends satisfied with their individual commitments to God, the priest, rabbi, and minister finished their cherry pie and went on to live very pious lives in their own separate ways. They continued to meet up every week at the coffee shop and eat cherry pie and had discussions for many decades until one day, the three old friends are stepping out of the coffee shop, laughing and wiping the cherry pie crumbs from the corners of their mouths when a bus driver loses control of his vehicle and crashes into the three men, killing them instantly.

The priest, rabbi, and minister find themselves standing at the pearly gates of heaven before St. Peter, who regrettably informs them there is a slight delay before they can get in. The men are understandably furious.

“This is outrageous!” says the priest. “I was so handsome in life, hundreds of women threw themselves at me but I remained committed to my celibacy! I resisted my lustful urges because I thought that’s what God would want!’ St. Peter just nods his head and shrugs his shoulders.

The rabbi says, “Think about all the money my congregation could have made if I hadn’t preached about mot working on the sabbath day! I’m talkin’ thousands of dollars down the drain! But I kept telling them to keep the sabbath day holy!’ Again St. Peter just nods and shrugs.

The minister says, “Just the smell of bacon sizzling in a pan is enough to get me salivating like a Pavlov dog, but not once in my entire life did I touch a single molecule of pork meat to my tongue! What is the meaning of this?”

And St. Peter says, “Look, gentlemen. There’s no denying you all lived very devoted lives, but unfortunately there’s an asterisk next to each of your names.”

The three friends look at one another in bewilderment before asking, “What is that? “An asterisk?” they ask in unison. “What does that mean?”

“It means your file needs special scrutiny and approval from the Boss Himself.”

“Should we be concerned?” asked the minister, with the priest and rabbi nodding in agreement.

And St. Peter says sheepishly, “Well the Big Guy isn’t really a huge fan of cherry pie.”

 

 

Okay. Okay. I told you I wasn’t a preacher. I like being a story teller … especially if I can connect the story with the message. Let’s see how I do.

You see, our three characters in the story were a little presumptuous about their faith. They were passionate. They picked one thing – lust/celibacy, not working on the Sabbath, and association with the devil through pork – and lived their lives accordingly. Their witness reflected their beliefs.

Now there is nothing wrong with that. Our lives should reflect our beliefs. But as we saw during their conversation with St. Pete, it became obvious they were passionate about their respective beliefs as it reflected their life.

That’s where a lot of us get in trouble, myself included. Our intentions are good, but somehow the light of Christ is usurped. I could have had many relationships, the women were throwing themselves at me. I didn’t work on the Sabbath, but I could have and made boatloads of money. I shied away from pork because it reminded me of Satan. I thought that’s what God would want.

That’s a lot of I’s and me’s.

That brings us to our Gospel reading. Two men went up into the temple to pray; one was a Pharisee, and the other was a tax collector. The Pharisee stood and prayed to himself like this: “God, I thank you, that I am not like the rest of men, extortioners, unrighteous, adulterers, or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week. I give tithes of all that I get.But the tax collector, standing far away, wouldn’t even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, “God, be merciful to me, a sinner!”

The Pharisee’s focus is on neither God nor the tax collector, but is rather on self. He uses the first-person pronoun four times in rapid succession – “I …, I …, I …, I …” In assessing his own character, he compares himself only to the worst elements of his society, and pronounces himself excellent by comparison.

The problem with that thinking is, when picking a standard by which to measure ourselves, we need to look higher. The only faithful standard is God. If we compare ourselves to God, our sin will be obvious and we will not be tempted to the kind of pride that taints this Pharisee.

In contrast, while the Pharisee feels too good to associate with common people, the tax collector feels too bad. He beats his breast – a Mideastern expression of extreme anguish. He simply and directly says, “God, be merciful to me, a sinner!” He doesn’t claim any virtue, and can hope only for mercy.

His prayer is much like the great penitential psalm: Have mercy on me, God, according to your loving kindness. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity. Cleanse me from my sin (Psalm 51:1-2).

Jesus sums up the parable by saying, “I tell you, this man went down to his house justified — referring to the tax collector — rather than the other; for everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but he who humbles himself will be exalted.”

In this parable, Jesus does not tell us the tax collector offers to refund any ill-gotten money, as Zacchaeus will do (Luke 19:8). He does not say the tax collector will change his ways and become respectable. The tax collector brings no personal achievement to the table to bargain with God, and makes no offer to play the personal-achievement game. He has nothing to commend him, and makes no effort to become commendable.

His only virtue is his humility, which allows him to ask for mercy. God acknowledges his prayer, and he therefore goes down to his home justified.

What are we left with. A righteous man (the Pharisee) goes down to his house as unjustified/righteous and an unrighteous man (the tax collector) goes down to his house as justified/righteous. The point is obvious. Justification/righteousness is not something we can accomplish on our own. We can only receive it as a gift from God.

The perplexing offshoot of this story, however, causes us to ask whether personal holiness counts for anything. If rascals are justified ahead of saints, why not be a rascal?

The answer is being a rascal is not in keeping with who we are — with whose we are. Both Testaments emphasize the importance of personal holiness. Paul also addresses this issue at length in Romans 6. The parable of the Pharisee and the tax collector does not celebrate license but instead reminds us our salvation depends on grace. None of us — clergy included — have cause to tout our spiritual achievements. None of us have reason to be contemptuous of our fellow followers. All of us approach the throne of grace with empty hands.

On it’s face, the parable is a story about humility. But we also have to be careful. Pharisees are generally cast as foils to the message of Jesus in Luke. We can all too easily judge the Pharisee to be a self-righteous hypocrite and assume the moral of this story is to be humble. There is good reason for this straightforward interpretation, as Luke seems to frame the parable in just these terms.

The difficulty is we might as well end up praying, “Lord, we thank you we are not like other people: hypocrites, overly pious, self righteous, or even like that Pharisee. We come to church each week, listen attentively to Scripture, and we have learned we should always be humble.”

However, everything the Pharisee says is true. He has set himself apart from others by his faithful adherence to the law. He is righteous, by the standards both Luke and Jesus seem to employ.

So before we judge him too quickly, we might re-frame his prayer slightly and wonder if we have uttered it ourselves. Maybe we haven’t said, “Lord, I thank you that I am not like other people …”, but what about, on seeing someone down on his luck, “There but for the grace of God go I”?

The Pharisee is not speaking falsely, but rather just misses the true nature of his blessing. He has trusted in himself. His prayer of gratitude may be spoken to the Lord, but it is really about himself. He centers his righteousness entirely on his own actions and being.

The tax collector, on the other hand, knows he possesses no means by which to claim righteousness. He has done nothing of merit; indeed, he has done much to offend the law of Israel. For this reason he stands back, hardly daring to approach the Temple, and throws himself on the mercy of the Lord.

This is the essential contrast. One makes a claim to righteousness based on his own accomplishments, while the other relies entirely upon the Lord’s benevolence. Rather than be grateful for his blessings, the Pharisee appears smug to the point of despising others. In his mind there are two kinds of people: the righteous and the immoral, and he is grateful he has placed himself among the righteous. The tax collector, on the other hand, isn’t so much humble as desperate. He is too overwhelmed by his plight to take time to divide humanity into sides. All he recognizes as he stands near the Temple is his own great need. He therefore stakes his hopes and claims not on anything he has done or deserved but entirely on the mercy of God.

This is what makes this parable so hard to preach or understand fully. As soon as we fall prey to the temptation to divide humanity into any kind of groups, we have aligned ourselves squarely with the Pharisee. Anytime you draw a line between who’s “in” and who’s “out,” you will find God on the other side.

Thus, the parable is not about self-righteousness and humility any more than it is about a pious Pharisee and desperate tax collector. Rather, this parable is about God — God who alone can judge the human heart; God who determines to justify the ungodly.

In the end, the Pharisee returns to his home righteous, but this hasn’t changed. He was righteous when he came up and righteous as he goes back down. The tax collector, however, goes back down to his home justified – strictly on the basis of God’s divine fiat and ordinance!

Can we ever get completely rid of the Pharisee in us?

It is so easy to feel superior to others in one way or another while being blind to our own shortcomings. Only by making the humble prayer of the publican our own can we be protected from this danger. “God, be merciful to me, a sinner!”

The moral of the parable is to find ourselves, yet again, with nothing to claim but our dependence on God’s mercy.

The good news is the role of the tax collector is available to all of us. We are all sinners yet beloved children of the gracious Father. The parable invites us to experience the freedom that comes with casting away our flimsy armor and throwing ourselves into the arms of God, who is already there, who has already found us, who wants more than anything to lift us up and lead us home.

But there probably won’t be any cherry pie.

And the faithful responds …

Amen!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Joy is a decision, a really brave one, about how you are going to respond to life. – Wess Stafford

 

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Prayer Changes Things

As we build this community prayer platform, we ask the Lord to listen to our petitions with full confidence they not only are heard but acted upon by God according to His holy will. These requests are on my prayer list and I hope you consider putting them on yours as you place your petitions before the Lord Sunday.

Let’s remember to approach the throne room and respond with faith and not fear, knowing the promises of God and His mighty hand will hold us through any situation! Sometimes, all it takes is just one prayer to change everything. Something extraordinary happens when two or more agree together in prayer.

What is one of the most important things we should do as Christians? Praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. To that end, keep alert with all perseverance, making supplication for all the saints (Ephesians 6:18).

I will lead this week’s charge. Lord, may the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in Your sight as I take the pulpit tomorrow at West Fayette (NY) Presbyterian Church. Marie is also looking the right inspired words as she has three messages for youth group to prepare and write.

Baby Finley is facing a stint replacement in her artery from the heart to lungs to open it for better flow of oxygen. She is hooked up to a lung and heart machine to oxidize her blood so she is at 100% when she was normally was at 75 or 80%.  She is still sedated and on a breathing tube and will be for the weekend. They said they will try to wean her off both machines and will talk with the chief surgeon Monday, so her surgery may be as early as next week. Finley is a triplet. Her brother passed away a few weeks after birth but her sister Freya is doing very well. Please lift her, mom Amber, and the family in prayer.

Chris’ three year old son Mason is also experiencing life threatening breathing issues.

Scott is recovering from a liver transplant. He is in his own room and hungry, but will be in Cleveland for four to six weeks to make sure his body does not reject his new liver.

Dave and Ken are awaiting word from their respective cardiologists regarding heart problems. Lift them up as they make potential life-altering decisions regarding treatment options.

Catherine and Rebecca are looking for prayers as they move into new apartments. Meanwhile Craig asks for prayers his lease is extended so he will not have to move.

Sisters Marianne and Barb remain a concern for Cindy and her family. Little sister just had surgery. Middle sister is preparing for her heart surgery. Please lift them up.

Lumps in Andrew’s neck make swallowing almost impossible, he is not really digesting food, and has fever and the chills, but he keeps plugging along with a deep faith, song in his heart, and positive words. Wife/caregiver Barb continues to hurt. Her dad’s funeral was last week and her husband lingers on and there is nothing she can do. Please keep her in your prayers.

Mandy is dealing with aging parents who are showing a completely different side of themselves. Prayers welcomed.

Nicolle is awaiting MRI results for an ACL tear.

Bea is suffering from dementia. Please pray she is comfortable and remembers her family. They miss “her” and are having a hard time dealing with it.

Two year old Surjith accidentally fell into an abandoned borewell and was stuck for almost 15 hours.

Ryan now has pneumonia after being diagnosed with bone cancer. His immune system isn’t strong enough. Lift this brother in arms up in prayer. He is 35 years old and facing insurmountable odds.

Kristi had a terrible outburst today in jail that may have messed up her chances of getting out on bond.

Donald needs prayer for himself and wife. He had an arthritis attack today in his feet and legs.

Jennifer asks for prayer over a legal battle that has been over my family for two years. We know this is a spiritual battle and the enemy is trying to destroy us. This is based on false allegations and could potentially ruin the lives in our family.

Vicki and Tracie are also asking for prayers regarding legal matters.

Joyce is asking for prayers for financial issues.

Jerry has been suffering extreme and unbelievable brain and whole body inside and out pain and symptoms for a year. It began with weird health issues and symptoms last summer

Joe needs prayer for back pain, and for his heart and kidneys to function properly, free of sickness, disease, tumors or growths. Praying his overall health is restored whole.

Dorothy is also experiencing severe back pain and needs prayer.

Nicola asks for healing prayers as she battles high blood pressure, high cholesterol, severe depression anxiety fear panic attacks, and excruciating pain and discomfort in both arms, shoulders, neck, and back.

Marvin’s cancer is back, in the lining around the outside of his liver. He is diagnosed Stage 4 and will start chemo again Dec. 9. Hopefully they can get it in remission.

There were a host of unspoken prayer requests and we heard of a number of deaths this week. Prayers for their families as they go through this earthly trial. We grieve … heaven rejoices.

We come to You, Lord, because prayer is the least yet the greatest thing we can do for each other. When two or more are gathered in Your name, we confidently know You are with us. What better company can we have? You reign and we trust You! We may be broken and battered but know You heal and quiet the soul. You are the source for all that happens in our lives. We thank You for the progress being made. We thank You for the many blessings we have received this week — some we unfortunately didn’t notice. Nonetheless, those blessings are ever-present in our lives. We thank You for healing. We thank You for slowing us down. We thank You for providing us our daily needs — no more and no less. We thank You for being with us, listening to us, walking with us on this journey. We thank You for the support of our family and friends … for seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary — sunrises, sunsets, flowers, kids laughing, adventures, good news amid the bad news. We know we can come to You with our concerns and they will be heard. Through Christ all things are possible. We lift up those family members and friends who are battling various physical, emotional, financial, career or spiritual issues and ask not for Your guidance and healing (although that would be welcomed) but to keep reminding us we are not alone in our battles. Specifically we lift up Joe, Marie, Finley, Mason, Scott, Dave, Ken, Catherine, Rebecca, Craig, Marianne, Barb, Cindy, Andrew, Barb, Mandy, Nicolle, Bea, Surjith, Ryan, Kristi, Donald, Jennifer, Vicki, Tracie, Joyce, Jerry, Joe, Dorothy, Nicola, Marvin, and all those needing Your healing touch. We pray for the families of all those You have called home. We grieve … You celebrate. We pray for obedience to Your Will so Your “Son” Light shines through us through the power of the Spirit. And we come to You through the confidence of the words taught by Your Son Jesus. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Keep your joys and concerns coming. They have been and will be included during my prayer time and I trust they will be on your lips as well as you approach the altar. All it takes is a couple of keystrokes under the “Contact Me” button on the top bar {or to the right if you’re not a follower yet}. I hope it becomes your best friend as you navigate around the site so we can all be viable prayer warriors. You can also comment or reach me at wisdomfromafather@gmail.com.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Pray BIG, then stand back and see what God will do!

 

 

 

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Five Minute Friday — Wait

Time for Five Minute Friday!

Five Minute Friday is an opportunity to focus on a prompt word for five minutes (more or less), write a pithy (or sometimes not so pithy) post, share it with others at Kate’s place on Facebook at fiveminutefriday.com and sit back and enjoy other posts from other writers. It’s an exercise that keeps your mind sharp … and introduces you to a world of thought on the prompt from the other talented participants. It’s free. It’s easy (okay, not always). It’s addictive (in a good way). You should visit and check it out or — better yet — join in the fun of expressing yourself!

In fact, I’ve been using testimonials about the group and the exercise from other members as collected in Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Flat. This week’s it’s Amanda. I encourage you to listen to the words and visit Kate and her wonderful corps of writers … and maybe be inspired to join in!

“I started Five Minute Friday shortly after my son was born. A new mom struggling to survive and Lisa-Jo’s [Baker, the blog exercise founder] posts were a life line I clung to in those hard early days. I was transitioning from being a captain in the Air Force to a stay at home mom. It was hard, so very hard. I went from rock star to failure in a matter of weeks. I was searching for a way to cope and I found writing. Reading blogs was the start and then when I learned about Five Minute Friday I jumped in. As a new mom I didn’t have a lot of time, but I started to commit to writing for five minutes each week and found so much joy I started writing more and more. Eventually, it led me to starting my blog. Five Minute Friday opened up a door to a part of me that I didn’t know I needed.”

This week’s prompt is WAIT. The timer is set, so let’s GO …

“Can I have some ice cream?” “Wait until after dinner.”

“Can I go outside and play?” “Wait a minute, I’m in the middle of something.”

“Can I watch my show now?” “Wait until your brother is finished with his.”

Wait. Wait. Wait.

We do that a lot in life … and not just children. We are constantly in a state of wait and anticipation. We wait for our big day. We wait for the new child to be born. We wait for special events. We wait in the grocery line. We wait as gas guzzles into our tanks. We wait for the repairman. We often even wait through a death watch as loved ones get ready to cross over.

Wait. Wait . Wait. Often not happily. We tend to grouse a bit.

I wonder if the psalmist was waiting much when he penned those famous words, Be still and know that I am Go. (Psalm 46:10). We know he was thinking about God’s protective presence in his life … STOP

— our life.

I don’t know about you, but I find it reassuring to think God is right beside me as I wait … whether it’s a life event or an every day event.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: You can’t stop someone who knows where they’re going.

 

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Autumn on the Road

I’m formally on the second leg of my trip visiting the kids/grandkids/great-grandkids. I made my way from Massachusetts to upstate New York.

I opted to take the southern route — 84 to 17/86 to 91 to back roads from Ithaca to home. After all, it was a beautiful October day and I reasoned the foliage over the Catskills would really pop. In fact, last weekend when I made the trip {another story} what color I saw through the fog and mist was brilliant.

Today’s color didn’t disappoint; however I was surprised a lot of the leaves had already headed south for the winter, especially on the north side of the road in the Catskills and Southern Tier. What remained popped — groves of yellow, orange and red amid the ever green pines and quickly stripping trees. And they shimmered and sashayed in the gentle breeze and bright sun.

I am a winter person, but I really do enjoy driving during autumn … especially on the back roads or roads less traveled. The ever-changing color soothes me. Seeing the leaf-less trees remind me winter is coming sooner rather than later. Soon the landscape will be those trees sitting  amid a winter white mantle of snow. The blowing leaves form interesting traffic induced patterns as they gently fall from limb to ground.

It was worth the extra hour.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Never change who you are in order to make others comfortable with who they are.

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Midweek Mirth

One of the misconceptions about being a Christian is non-Christians think we don’t know how to have fun or have a sense of humor. Trust me, if the Big Guy can have a sense of humor when it comes to dealing with us mere mortals, so can we.

The difference for Christians is we don’t have to debase ourselves or others to generate a smile. Laughter at life or ourselves is a gift from God.

So, let’s smile a little!

The Commandments

A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her fourth grade class. After explaining the commandment to honor thy father and mother, she asked, “Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?”

Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, “Thou shall not kill.”

And now for the bonus …

The DJ

A DJ at a university radio station ran through his material faster than expected during one shift. He asked listeners for requests, but no one phoned. So Sam played a few more wild hard rock numbers and asked for calls after each one, but still no response. Finally he got serious with his audience. “Okay,” he threatened, “if I don’t get any requests, I’ll play something my parents would like.” The phone rang immediately.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: There’s nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons. — The Perks of Being a Wallflower, written by Stephen Chbosky

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