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Where is the Cross of Jesus?

Today's post is by guest writer Doy Moyer.

When I make it about how I feel, what I like or don't like, how inconvenient things are to me, or how I shouldn't have to do x, y, or z because it's difficult, then I have to ask... where is the cross of Christ in a religion ordered after my preferences?

If I balk at submission, frown upon being asked to do something I don't want to, or feel like I am hampered from affirming my rights and asserting myself, then I must also ask ... where is the cross of Jesus in my thinking and in my life?

For whatever I feel, whatever I like or don't like, whatever sacrifices I must make or inconveniences I must suffer, I need to refocus on Jesus as He endured the cross for me, though He despised its shame. It wasn't easy, convenient, or self-affirming for Him as He treated others as more important than Himself. And if He, being God, can do that, who am I to assert myself over others and act as though everyone ought to bow to my preferences?

The cross is not the religion of the pursuit of personal desires and preferences. "Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves" (Phil 2:3).

I have a choice to make today. I can take up the cross and follow Jesus, or I can reject the cross in favor of my own rights and desires. That has always been the choice.
 
Doy Moyer
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The Single Disciple

I thought we had gotten past this.  A few years ago I even saw an article or two on the subject, but I guess not everyone read them.  So just the other day I saw someone make a comment to a godly, single woman in her late 20s that it was up to her to change her marital status and it was the only way for her to actually reach full maturity and understand responsibility in her life.  I know that young woman fairly well and I know she is probably more mature than the person who made that unwise and considerably unhelpful comment, no matter how long she has been married nor how many children she has.   

In the first place, how is it “up to her” to get married?  That kind of thinking is the reason so many young Christian women “settle,” winding up in inappropriate marriages to ungodly men, sometimes even abusive men.  Young ladies—it is far more dangerous to your soul to marry the wrong man than it is to stay unmarried.  Period.

And as for maturity?  I have seen so much whining on Facebook from young mothers who suddenly find they have to sacrifice for their children—give up some sleep, give up some “me time,” even give up their daily Starbucks--that I would be careful about tossing that accusation around lest it be thrown back in my face with evidence that would shame me.

The only thing the scriptures require of you is to be an obedient and faithful servant of God and you can do that regardless of your marital status.  Paul, in fact, seemed to believe you might even be a better servant if you stayed unmarried.  1 Corinthians 7 gets skimmed over to the point that all anyone sees is his admonition to stay single “for this present distress.”  That is not all he says about staying single.  “To the unmarried and widows I say that it is good for them to remain single as I am,” (v8) comes several paragraphs before “the present distress” even enters the discussion.

Jesus also said that marriage was not a requirement to be his disciple.  For there are eunuchs who have been so from birth, and there are eunuchs who have been made eunuchs by men, and there are eunuchs who have made themselves eunuchs for the sake of the kingdom of heaven. Let the one who is able to receive this receive it.  Matt 19:12.  No, women are not “eunuchs,” but then Jesus is speaking figuratively in that last clause—some people choose not to marry for the kingdom’s sake, including women.

The scriptures show us several women who made that decision.  Anna did get married as a young woman—but she became a widow after only 7 years, which means she might have been as young as 21, according to the marriage customs of the day, and then she chose to remain single for the rest of her long life.  She used that time to serve at the Temple.

You need to understand one thing before we look at these other women.  Women in the Bible are often identified as “the wife of” someone, not because a woman has no identity without a husband, but for the sake of identification.  There were at least 7 Marys in the New Testament.  How are you going to tell them apart without last names?  So we have Mary the wife of Cleophas.  We have Mary the mother of Mark.  We have Mary Magdalene, meaning she was from the village of Magdala. 

And we have Mary and Martha, the sisters of Lazarus.  Never is a husband mentioned.  In fact, Luke tells us that the house where they lived was “Martha’s house” (10:38).  Understand this:  Jewish women did not inherit their husbands’ estate—the sons did.  That means Martha was wealthy enough on her own to have her own home.  And she used her home to house her family and open it to the Lord and his disciples.  It must have been a large, well-appointed house.
And that brings me to the Mary who allowed the church to meet in her home when Peter and James were thrown into prison (Acts 12:12), probably another widow who chose not to remarry.  Then there is Nympha who allowed the church in Laodicea to meet in her home (Col 3:15).  And let’s not forget the obvious—Lydia, who immediately upon her conversion insisted that Paul and Silas stay in her home, another case where no husband is in the picture.  Understand this—all three of these women put themselves in danger of persecution when they did this, but their conviction and commitment to the Lord went all the way.  Where is the “immaturity and lack of responsibility” in that?

We tell church members that they are responsible for what they do, that they cannot blame it on “the decision of the elders.”  It is up to me to know what they are doing and speak up if I think they are doing something sinful.  We tell our young people that they must develop their own faith, that they cannot get into Heaven on their parents’ coattails.  Guess what?  Wives must have their own faith too.  So why would anyone think that a single woman, or man for that matter, cannot have his or her own faith?  Why would we think that having a spouse is necessary to please God?

I know plenty of young single people—and some not so young any more—who are living full and godly lives, spending time in the Word, serving the church and their community.  That is what God will judge them on. 

…Each shall receive his own reward according to his own labor,
1 Cor 3:8.
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who will render to every man according to his works, Rom 2:6.

…And the dead were judged…according to their works, Rev 20:12.

Did you see a spouse in there anywhere?  Neither did I.  It is up to you what you do with your life.  Not being married does not make you a second class citizen of the kingdom.

I have nothing against marriage.  I have been married for 47 years.  My husband has helped me become a better Christian.  But don’t let anyone push you into marriage.  Don’t “settle” for someone who won’t make you a better servant of the Lord.
 
But I would have you to be free from cares. He that is unmarried is careful for the things of the Lord, how he may please the Lord: but he that is married is careful for the things of the world, how he may please his wife, and is divided. So also the woman that is unmarried and the virgin is careful for the things of the Lord, that she may be holy both in body and in spirit: but she that is married is careful for the things of the world, how she may please her husband. 1Cor 7:32-34
 
Dene Ward

A Thirty Second Devo

If I whole-heartedly embrace only those fellow Christians who see things exactly the way I do, I will never embrace anyone, except, perhaps, a handful of weak-minded followers. 

The Sermon on the Mount, An Evangelical Exposition of Matthew 5-7, by D. A. Carson

The cup of blessing which we bless, is it not a communion of the blood of Christ? The bread which we break, is it not a communion of the body of Christ? seeing that we, who are many, are one bread, one body: for we are all partake of the one bread (1Cor 10:16-17).

Utter Devotion

Chloe is our last dog.  An Australian cattle dog, which has become our favorite breed after having two of them, is also called a Velcro dog in the industry because she will stick to her master like, well, like Velcro.  We were also told that they don't bond to a second family.  You cannot give them away or they pine away and die of sadness.  And that accounts for the reason that she is our last dog.  At our age, another Australian could well outlive us, or at least outlive the time we have here on this property where it could run and at least pretend to herd [us] to its heart's content.
            Chloe was an odd little dog.  We blamed the oddness on our first Australian, Magdalene (Magdi).  That older dog made sure that Chloe knew in no uncertain, and slightly bloody, terms that she was the Alpha dog, even if she was not a male.  So Chloe grew up a little more subdued than the average cattle dog.  She still ran and played, jumping in the air to catch mascara-tube-sized grasshoppers and chasing butterflies, one of which she actually caught one day.  Evidently having a flitting butterfly in your mouth is a bit off-putting, so she promptly spat it out and it flew away unharmed while she joyfully capered on.
            She had an excellent ear and often found moles by hearing them dig underground as she passed by, which immediately sent her on a digging frenzy.  A few times she really dug one up.  She also learned to differentiate engine sounds.  The first few times someone came to the house she would bark, but by the fourth or fifth time she realized he must be a friend and suddenly we had someone knocking on the door who had not been announced!
            She was very smart.  At times you would think she actually understood English.  She learned the word "treat" quickly as most dogs do, and whenever I asked if she wanted to help me "feed the birdies," she was out ahead of me, running around the house and slinking behind the azaleas to chase away any snakes under the feeder and otherwise "help."  Whenever she came to greet us as we returned from an outing, she ran up to Keith's side of the car as his door opened.  He patted her head and then said, "Where's the Lady?" and she ran around to my side.  I was "the Lady" and Keith was "the Boss."  Sometimes we thought she had ESP.  On bath day we had to be careful not only to not say that word, but to not even think it, or she would run under the porch and hide.  ESP was the only explanation when we had been so very careful with our words.
            Lucas was her favorite human.  He still lived in the area when we got her so she bonded with him too.  Whenever he came to visit, about a half hour before we expected him, we would say, "Chloe, Lucas is coming," and she would run out to sit on the edge of the carport and watch the gate until he did indeed come.  After that, her Velcro strap to us ceased to exist, at least until he left for home.  Then she watched him until he reached the end of the drive and went through the gate.  Once again she was ours.
            You have heard stories about Chloe for over 14 years now.  She has cataracts and often runs into things or falls into holes.  She has arthritis in one shoulder and on the bad days has a pronounced limp.  And for the past two years she has had steadily progressing canine dementia.  I had no idea that ever happened to dogs but, the vet said, this breed is so hearty that its body often outlives its mind.  She would sit and "zone out."  We would not be able to get her attention no matter how loudly we called until we walked right up to her, and then she would jump like we had scared her to death.  When we went somewhere overnight, it always took a few minutes for her to remember who we were when we came back.  She would creep up like she knew she was supposed to know us, but it took some talk and pats and sniffs before she finally started wagging that tail again.  And every night she circled the house, once, twice, sometimes as many as a dozen times.  "Sundowning" the doctor said, just like humans sometimes do.
            A couple of weeks ago, on our usual Tuesday jaunt to Bible class, grocery store, drug store, hardware store, and all those other stops we try to do on just one day a week, when we arrived back home, she didn't come to meet us.  We called and she didn't come.  Keith went looking and what we had long expected had happened.  She went into the field to lie in the sun and simply went to sleep.  Chloe is gone.
            But here is one more lesson we can learn from her.  No matter how much she hurt, no matter how tired she was, no matter how confused she was, she wanted to be with us constantly.  When we went to the garden, when we went to the mailbox, when we fed the birds, when we sat by a fire, she always came with us.  We were the only thing that mattered to her.  Getting a pat on the head from one of us made her deliriously happy.  The only thing that broke that Velcro strap to her Master or Mistress (or Lucas) was death.
            Is that how we feel about our Master, our Lord, our Father?  Or do we have such a poor sense of priorities that few would even know we claim to be his children, his disciples, his servants.  Is he the most important thing in our lives?  Does having a relationship with him matter more than anything else?  Nothing ever got in the way of Chloe's devotion to the three of us, even the things we would have considered, not excuses, but reasons.  What might be getting in the way of the devotion you claim to your Father and your Savior?  Remember this precious dog for just a few more days and consider that.
 
For the love of Christ controls us, because we have concluded this: that one has died for all, therefore all have died; and he died for all, that those who live might no longer live for themselves but for him who for their sake died and was raised (2Cor 5:14-15).

Dene Ward

Nicknames

His name was Joseph.  He came from an island off the coast, but had family in the city, and had come to worship at the two feast days, probably staying with his close relative Mary.  While he was there he saw and heard amazing things:  people speaking languages they had never studied, something that looked like fire but wasn’t, something that sounded like a windstorm but wasn’t, and a sermon that both astonished and convicted him.  He wound up staying in town, along with several thousand others who had become part of God’s new kingdom, the one they had been waiting for so long. 
            Despite their previous plans, they all chose to stay so they could learn, so they could grow, so they could mature before they went off on their own to spread the word in a world of sin, a world, they were told, that would reject them more often than accept them.  It wasn’t long till the practical needs of several thousand homeless people with no income could no longer be ignored. 
            Those who lived in the city helped as much as they could.  They took people in and collected funds to buy extra food and clothing.  Men were chosen to see to these needs.  Joseph helped as well, selling off extra property he owned, and donating the full amount to the group. 
            But that was not all he did.  Here was a man who excelled at encouragement, consolation, exhortation.  He was the first to give a pat on the back when it was needed, a hug, a kind word, a stern word, a teaching word, a “rah-rah” from the sidelines, a second chance to those whom others had given up on.  In fact, he became so good at it that the apostles gave him the nickname, “son of encouragement/consolation/exhortation,” whatever your version says in Acts 4:36.  And forever more in the scriptures, that is how we know him—Barnabas.  Did you even know that was not his real name?
            Whenever I think of that man, I wonder what nickname the apostles would give me?  Whiny Winnie?  Gossip Gail?  My-Way Marian?  Grumpy Gert?  Cold-hearted Catherine?  Hotheaded Harriet?   Wondering about that will give your character a real shot in the arm.  I’d much rather have something like Generous Joyce or Compassionate Kate. 
            Your assignment for today?  Try to figure out what they would call you.  Be honest.  You can always change that name, just by changing yourself.


A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favor rather than silver and gold,  Prov 22:1.



Dene Ward

Father God

Today's post is by guest writer Keith Ward.

With nearly 2000 years of the history of God as Father, it is difficult for us to imagine the impact the gospel had on the ancient world.  Gospel means “Good News.”  To us, it is so familiar that we cannot even comprehend why they thought of it as astoundingly good.

My purpose is that we see the gospel the same way those ancient pagans did which will help us see why the gospel of Jesus exploded across the empire.

The pagan view of god was one reasoned by the philosophers such as Plato, Zeno, Aristotle, and others not so well known.  They felt that god must be far removed from this corrupt world and indifferent to it.  As a being of pure reason, how could god care what happened to men or even be aware of it.  In fact, the philosophers held matter, and especially emotion, to be so evil in relation to the purity of reason that god himself could not have created them.  The god was unemotional, implacable, unmovable (sort of like the god of Calvinism's predestination).  An emanation thousands of descents removed from god was the actual creator and then not a participant in creation.  Inasmuch as lesser gods than even he interacted with humans at all, they were capricious at best and vicious on a whim.  The major goal of the pagan sacrificial system was to get god to leave them alone.  A pagan’s life was spent hoping the gods never noticed him or at least did not care enough to lash out at him.

Into this world burst the gospel of a God who cares, A God who is good and sends good things, A God who loves and not only loves, but loved so much that he sent his Son.  Gods coming to be among men was not new in the mythologies, but they came to satisfy their own lusts and to toy with men.  God sent his Son to rescue men and elevate them and give them hope.  When this gospel was ratified by signs from heaven and not just magical wonders, but signs that healed and helped mortals, men flocked to the truth. 

Further, the gospel offered hope: hope now and hope to come.  What could an ordinary man be? He would live and work and die and, outside his city, who would know or care? The gospel offered meaning to life, to engage in cosmic warfare in the heavenlies.  A Christian was a warrior known by name to his Captain who strengthened him and rewarded him in life.  And in place of the dismal realms of the dead found in the mythologies, the gospel offered eternal life.  To be somebody--even kings and presidents are not remembered long--but God knows your name.  Men’s monumental achievements are forgotten in a generation and who cares anyway (except for the history test), but righteousness and holiness is a victory written in the Book of Life before the Father’s throne.

That gospel is still good news to the nobodies, to the downtrodden and forgotten, to the everyday man who will never be the footnote to a footnote in history.  Is that not who heard Jesus gladly?

"“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.  "
(John 3:16).

Don't you long to forever be where that love is?
 
Keith Ward

Right of Way

Paul wrote a scathing letter to the Corinthian brothers and sisters.  This was a church with so many problems many might have refused to call them “sound” nowadays.  The root of every problem they had could probably be summed up as “immaturity.”  Paul, in fact, calls them babes.  You know what he would have said in our language?  “I could not speak to you as spiritual adults because you are a bunch of big babies!”  1 Cor 3:1.
            In chapter six these immature people were taking each other to court.  Paul tells them that this only hurts the church’s reputation in the world.  “What?” he says.  “Don’t you have any one wise enough to help you settle your disputes?  You are doing harm to the church and ought to be willing to suffer wrong instead of making God’s kingdom look bad” (chapter 6, more or less).
            I don’t think that only applies to legal matters.  This was recorded for us, and if we are as smart as we think we are, we ought to be able to apply it in all sorts of situations.  The problem is, we are Americans, and proud of it.  We have rights!  And we often insist on those rights, regardless of how it might make others view the body of which we claim to be a part.
            And then there are the situations that really have nothing to do with “rights,” just convenience or “feelings.”  I love the insurance commercial that says, “The drivers on the road are people.  So treat them like they are in your home, not in your way.”  I wonder if the ad man who came up with that is a Christian.  He sounds more like one than some I know who are. 
            So the next time the person ahead of you in the check-out line takes a long time writing a check, or when the person in the car ahead of you is not as brave as you are about making that left turn across traffic, “take wrong” and “be defrauded” of a few minutes in your day instead of letting him know how much he exasperates you. 
            What if either of those people walk into services Sunday morning, looking for the truth of God’s Word and recognizes you?  Exactly how has your “looking out for your rights” affected their hearts?  Do you think they are likely to be more or less receptive to the gospel? 
            What if, at a family gathering or a church potluck someone says something that you find insulting?  “Take wrong” or “be defrauded” of your feelings for the sake of the others there, including children whose fun might be ruined when you cause a scene and walk off in a huff, or a visitor someone has brought to the potluck who might now have a bad opinion of the church.  In all these cases, just like little children, we often see and care only how things affect us, and not how they will affect others.
            If we cannot yield the right of way when it only affects our convenience, what makes us think we can when it is a matter of legal rights?  If we cannot sacrifice a few precious feelings, we have already failed the test of whether we would sacrifice our lives.  He who is faithful in little is faithful in much; he who is unfaithful in little, is unfaithful in much, Luke 16:10.
            It takes maturity to yield, especially when you are in the right, especially when the other person is not looking out for your good, especially when you have to suffer wrong, or even just inconvenience, to do so.  It also takes maturity to remember this in the heat of the moment.  Would Paul call us a bunch of big babies, too? 
I say this to your shame.  Can it be that there is no one among you wise enough to settle a dispute between the brothers, but brother goes to law against brother, and that before unbelievers? To have lawsuits at all with one another is already a defeat for you.  Why not rather suffer wrong?  Why not rather be defrauded? But you yourselves [by this behavior] wrong and defraud—even your own brothers, 1 Cor 6:5-8.

 Dene Ward

Book Review: The Jesus I Never Knew by Philip Yancey

Philip Yancey had the same problem I did:  he was raised on the stories of a six foot brown-haired Jesus who wore a halo and a sweet smile, had a pale face, and long tapered hands which patted children and held sleeping lambs.  He never uttered a cross word and certainly never offended anyone.  That is not the picture the Gospels paint.  Part of it is the baggage we bring to the Gospels from those childhood Bible classes as well as America's picture of a mealy-mouthed Jesus.  Another part is a complete failure to understand the culture and times Jesus lived in. In The Jesus I Never Knew Philip Yancey sets things right.

            Suddenly you will see the tactless Jesus, the frustrated Jesus, even the angry Jesus, all done without sin, and you will understand.  You will read the Sermon on the Mount and realize how difficult it was for those people to even begin to accept, "Love your enemies," when those enemies were just as likely to invade your village and kill men, women, and children just to satisfy some Roman leader's notion of punishment or revenge.  What enemies do we have?  The driver who cut us off in traffic?  The neighbor who turns up his stereo too loud?  We look down on these people for not "figuring it out," when in the same circumstances I wonder if we, if I, would have done any better.
            This book is a challenging read, but if you dare, you may understand the Gospels better than you ever have before, and see things you have missed with your culture-blinded eyes.  Maybe that's the way to get you to read it—I dare you!
               The Jesus I Never Knew is published by Zondervan Publishing House.
 
Dene Ward

September 25, 1493—Self-Deception

We are all familiar with the date October 12, 1492, the date Columbus first made landfall in the New World, mistaking it for the East Indies.  The actual site is uncertain, but most believe it was San Salvador Island in the Bahamas.  On October 28, he found Cuba, thinking that was Cipango, Japan, but by November 1, he had decided it was actually China (Cathay) despite the fact that he had not found any of the cities he knew were there.  Further searching took him to a place the Taino natives called Ayti (Haiti) and on December 6, he renamed it El Isla Española (Hispaniola).  Since he had decided that Cuba was Cathay, he seems to have thought that this was the town in Japan that he had first assumed of Cuba.  Despite all of these back and forth changes of mind, Columbus held on to the belief that he had actually sailed to the Far East.  Nothing and no one could tell him otherwise.

To appease his benefactors, he found and took back with him to Spain enough gold, spices, strange new foods, animals, and captives to make a name for himself, and on September 25, 1493,  our date to remember today, he set sail on his second voyage, this time not with just three ships, but with 17.  His passengers included a small troop of cavalry and a group of priests for converting natives.  He was at the height of his popularity, regardless of his mistaken notions about where he was going and where he had landed.  Neither his second, third, nor fourth voyages ended as well as the first.  He did not find what his royal sponsors had sent him to find—a direct route to India and China, King Solomon's gold mines, or possibly another unknown continent on the other side of the world (antipodean).  Even his own crews had begun to doubt him when he maintained against all common sense that he had found Cathay, but he never gave up that claim.  He had simply deceived himself into believing it.

In his last years, Columbus lived well on the 10% commission of the gold he brought back, but he seriously damaged his relationships with boasts that became more and more ludicrous to those around him.  He felt used by the Spanish government and his persecution complex made him even more miserable as he followed King Ferdinand around (Isabella, his favorite royal, had died), making his claims of unfair treatment and trying to gain redress.  One wonders how different it might have been for him if he had seen what was right in front of him—not the Far East, but a brand new world.

All of that reminded me of another victim of self-deception.  An elderly lady we ran into a long, long time ago told us that the Holy Spirit had spoken to her the night before and gave her a new piece of information.  Unfortunately, that information directly contradicted the plain statement of scripture.  How do you correct someone who believes they have a direct line to God?  You cannot, because no matter what you show them, they know better, and until they receive another "revelation" correcting the first, they believe they know more than you do.

It did not take long before I found others who would not listen to the plain truth of God’s word.  I even discovered that good-hearted Christians will not always see the truth as easily as I had thought.  And then one day not more than ten years ago I was slapped in the face with the realization that I had read a passage for years and completely missed a vital truth in it.  When someone rubbed my nose in it I was appalled at how I could ever have missed it.

 What has this taught me?  It has not taught me that as long as you are a good-hearted person you can believe a lie and still be perfectly fine with God.  Jesus said of the Pharisees, you compass sea and land to make one proselyte and when he has become so, you make him twofold more a son of hell than yourselves, Matt 23:15.

God cannot lie, the scriptures tell us.  He will not contradict himself.  That first woman I mentioned needed to have heeded the warning of Paul in Galatians 1:8, Though we or an angel from heaven preach to you any other gospel than that which we have preached, let him be accursed.  The Holy Spirit would never change the word of God.  Just as Columbus wanted so badly to believe he had found China that he couldn't face the truth, we sometimes come to the Bible with our minds made up about what we believe it says and miss the obvious.

Jude tells us in verse 3 that the word was once for all delivered to the saints.  Can you imagine how discouraging it would be to think that God might be changing things around night after night and no one ever told you about it?

He isn’t, and he won’t.  Our job is to make certain we know it well, to check out those who teach it, and to never allow preconceived notions to keep us from seeing the obvious and deceiving ourselves.
 
Every word of God is tried; he is a shield unto those who take refuge in him.  Add not to his words, lest he reprove you and you be found a liar, Prov 30:5,6.              

 

Dene Ward

Look Under the Pillow

A few mornings back Keith and I took our last cup of coffee to the carport and sat in our nylon lounge chairs, the kind with the attached pillow you can flip over the back if you do not care to use it. We did use them, both of us, and leaned back, watching the mockingbird flit back and forth to its nest in the bloom-laden rose trellis and the hummingbirds guard their two feeders like Fort Knox. A couple of squirrels ran along the “highway,” a route they use every day from one live oak top to another, down the limbs and across the fence.  Off in the distance a hawk screamed, a rooster crowed, and a wild turkey gobbled.  Occasionally we flipped a treat out for Chloe to chase.  It was still the middle of spring, cool and bugless, humidity low for a Florida morning, low enough that the scent of jasmine reached us from the vine 75 feet down the drive. 

After twenty minutes or so, we got up to start our morning. As soon as Keith stood, a snake slithered out from under his pillow, down the back of the chair and dropped onto the carport. Our chairs are only six inches apart. If that thing had stuck its head out between us from under the pillow, judging by the roar when he saw it, Keith might have had a heart attack, and I might still be running.  Talk about “Flight Paths”—I would have made a good one.

Guess what we do every morning now?  That’s right. We flip those pillows back and look under them before we sit down.  People say habits are hard to break.  We didn’t have a bit of trouble breaking ourselves of sitting down before we looked.  Depends upon the motivation, I guess.  Maybe that’s why we have such a hard time breaking ourselves of sinful habits—we enjoy them too much, or we just don’t think they are that important.


From another perspective, we didn’t have a bit of trouble creating a new habit either.  Same reason—motivation.  I really do not want to think about a snake lying under the pillow I am leaning my head against, or the possibility of it slithering down my back, do you?


So why can’t we make new habits to rid ourselves of that besetting sin in our lives?  Can’t I learn to pray for self-control before I leave the house when I know I have trouble behind the wheel?  Can’t I learn to recite a few passages about longsuffering and kindness just before I walk into a meeting with that particularly obnoxious colleague?  Can’t I learn to avoid situations that I know will tempt me instead of purposefully putting my soul in harm’s way?  Of course I can, if I care enough, if I believe God would want me to do so, if I think of Him instead of me and my stubborn will. 


AND, if I believe that Satan is real, that he is out there trying to find a way to make me fall.  He is, you know.  He is right under that pillow, waiting for you to sit down without a care in the world and lean your vulnerable neck back into reach of his fangs.


Change a habit today.  LOOK! before you sit down.

 
But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires. Rom 13:14
 
Dene Ward