The two-lane mountain road wound tight and steep, first up, then down, again and again.  The landscape was beautiful, sharp ridges softened by a leafy covering of fall colors—gold, canary yellow, pumpkin orange, rust, candy apple red, and cranberry, accented by an evergreen here and there and the bare gray branches of early shedders.  How much of did I see?  Not much.
            That twisty little road kept all my attention.  It was crawling with tourists who, unlike my hillbilly husband, did not know how to drive in the mountains.  The road itself didn't help.  We tried to hug the white line on the outside edge, but occasionally it disappeared, having crumbled into a foot or more deep hole, with no guard rail in sight.   Still, we had to stay as close as possible because every third or fourth car coming around the bend toward us had strayed over the center line.  A time or two we were nearly side-swiped, our rearview mirrors coming within inches of high-fiving one another.  Those fifteen miles were anything but relaxing and enjoyable.
            Yet I am sure that if there had been an accident, every one of those folks would have sworn in court that they had not even touched that double yellow line, much less crossed it, and would have really believed they were telling the truth.
            Aren't we the same?  We see those double yellow lines in our lives—the Thou shalt nots that God has designed for our good--and do our best to stay away from them.  But curves in the road of life have a way of swinging us around, sometimes further than we ever intended.  Or the distracting scenery of concern and worry or just simple busyness makes us careless and we drift into that oncoming traffic without ever realizing it until it's too late and the damage has been done, damage that can wreck your life far worse than a shattered mirror or scraped fender.  We may think we would never do such a thing—whatever that thing may be—but the devil can keep us in such a whirl with the circumstances of life that we never notice what we've done and will even deny it to the last breath.
            Be careful today as you wind your way over the hills and valleys and around the perilous curves of life.  Don't stray over the double yellow line.  Don't even get close to it.
 
How can a young man keep his way pure? By guarding it according to your word. ​With my whole heart I seek you; let me not wander from your commandments! (Ps 119:9-10)
 
Dene Ward
 

My two grandsons love to go to the park.  They love to swing and slide.  I’m not sure they have discovered the joys of my own childhood favorite—the seesaw.  Back then I was always looking for someone else to sit on the other end, and seldom found the perfect playmate.  She was always either too heavy or too light to balance it out, and one of us always hit the ground with a bang.  As for the boys, I usually put both of them on one side while I sit on the other, carefully balancing things with my own legs so they don't bounce off the top and I don't hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud.
            Over the years I have come to see that God requires His own kind of balance.  Nearly every major fault of His people has come with that old pendulum swing—from one extreme to the other.  From undisciplined emotionalism to empty ritualism, from faith only to works salvation—we struggle all the time to get the balance just right.  “Obedience from the heart,” Paul calls it in Rom 6:17.  And it has been so for thousands of years.
            In our Psalms class, we came upon another passage recently that emphasized yet again the problem of balance.  Over and over and over you read things like this:
            …you have tested me and you will find nothing; I have purposed that my mouth will not transgress, 17:4
I have kept the ways of the Lord and have not wickedly departed from God, 18:21.
            Vindicate me, O LORD, for I have walked in my integrity, and I have trusted in the LORD without wavering, 26:1.
            It always bothered me a little when I saw passages like this, especially the ones written by David, as these three are.  Isn’t he being a little arrogant?  Especially him?
            But, as with all the Bible, you have to put things together to find the balance point.  Psalm 130, one of the Psalms of Ascents, certainly shows the opposite feeling:  If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities, O Lord, who could stand? v 3.  After that, another quickly came to mind:  Enter not for judgment with your servant; for in your sight no man living is righteous, 143:2.
            The psalmists all seemed to understand the balance.  No one deserves salvation, but yes, we can be righteous in God’s eyes when we do our best to serve Him, when obedience is offered willingly, when adoration, reverence, and gratitude are the motivations behind every thought and action, when we don’t just do some right things, we become righteous.  The author of Psalms 130 goes on to say, “But there is forgiveness with you…” and “with Jehovah there is lovingkindness and…plenteous redemption.”          
            These men saw that salvation was a matter of a relationship with God, not ritualistic obedience nor self-serving obsequiousness, both of which are more about “me” than the God I claim to worship.  They proclaimed the balance that would fall before the Lord in reverence and service and yet stand before a Father singing praise and thanksgiving. 
            And I love that they did not feel required to offer qualifications to what they said.  “I am righteous,” they said, not bothering to add, “but I know I have sinned in the past, and may sin in the future.”  They never let the false beliefs of others compel them to soften a strong statement of faith in their Lord to do what He says He will—be merciful.  Why are we always dampening the assurance of our hope by pandering to the false teaching of others?  Let’s strive for perfect balance with this long ago anonymous brother:  With Jehovah there is plenteous redemption, and he shall redeem us!
 
Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, Whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man unto whom Jehovah does not impute iniquity, And in whose spirit there is no guile, Ps 32:1-2.
These things have I written…that you may know you have eternal life, 1 John 5:13
 
Dene Ward

Last year, before her death, I could not reach my mother one day, even after a full day of phoning.  I called her best friend Linda and asked if she could go check on her.  At least once before she had found her in the floor, unable to get up on her own.  So Linda, who lives in the same town as Mama and 25 miles closer than I, jumped in her car and ran over to her apartment.  As it turns out she was fine, but she had lost her phone.  She heard it ringing all day long and scoured the place (she thought) but was unable to find it.
            The next day we were in town for a class I was teaching, so Keith and a friend went to her apartment for a visit while I was occupied.  They, too, looked up and down and could not find the phone.  Keith ran downstairs to the front desk and asked them to call the phone while the friend waited there to help.  Surely one of them could follow the ring and find the thing before it went to voice mail.  The phone began ringing and they knew it was in the bedroom, but look high and low they still could not find the phone.
            When I returned from class, we tried again with my cell phone.  This time Keith went into the bedroom and this deaf man suddenly called out, "I found it!"  He walked out of the bedroom and said, "Come here."  He led us to my mother's bed.  "Do you see it?"  No, it hadn't been under anything like a pillow or robe, he said.  It was lying out right in the open.  Finally I saw it—right on the bed.  My mother's phone is magenta, sort of halfway between rose and purple, a little darker than fuschia.  The bedspread was white, decorated with pink, purple, and magenta roses.  Everyone who had walked into that bedroom looking for the phone had thought they were seeing another rose on the bed, a rose that was really a phone.
             We often do the same sort of thing when we study the Bible.  We can't see what is in plain sight because it is hidden by our preconceived notions, by the things "we've always heard," or by the instant acceptance of the mistaken ideas we grew up with as a child.  I have a husband who constantly questions things.  Some days it's very annoying, but if it hadn't been for him, I might never have discovered the truth of the matter in many of my Bible studies.
            For a quick example, how about that gate called the "eye of the needle" that everyone thinks exists in Jerusalem?  And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through a needle's eye, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God. (Matt 19:24).
           Our first problem is that we don't keep reading.  The very next verse says that the apostles were "astonished."  Why would they be astonished if this were a well-known gate where, according to some of the things I have heard preachers say, you had to unload your worldly goods off the camel and then have it go down on its knees to get through this tiny little slit of a gate?  That would make a great analogy, but the apostles, who would have known of such a thing, were flabbergasted, meaning they thought he meant the eye of a needle, not a gate.
            Second, Jesus used language just like we do.  He spoke in hyperboles quite often.  Have you ever seen a man going around with a two by four sticking out of his eye?  We go around using hyperboles all the time (notice what I did there?), and Jesus wanted to communicate with us in ordinary, everyday language so why wouldn't he do the same?  What Jesus was really saying was, "It's really, really difficult to be saved if you are wealthy."  But don't despair.  Even the disciples were a little slow on that one.  They took it literally, too, but we need to be careful of something we are constantly fussing at our friends about when they study the book of Revelation.  Sauce for the goose, and all that.
            And third, there is neither archaeological nor historical evidence of such a gate in ancient Jerusalem.  The first instance of this story occurred several centuries ago, which was many centuries after Jesus spoke these words.  Even the Talmud calls the "eye of the needle" a metaphor, a figure of speech.  But we wouldn't need this outside knowledge if we had just kept on reading, noting the disciples' reaction and using a little common sense.
          A lot of old chestnuts are floating around out there because we have gotten lazy.  We accept what we have always been told far too easily.  We don't look for the truth that is hidden in plain sight.  We are too blinded by what we have always believed, or heard, or read.  Be careful this week when you read God's Word.  Don't let the Truth hide among the roses.
 
Your testimonies are righteous forever; give me understanding that I may live.  (Ps 119:144).
 
Dene Ward

A few Sundays ago I listened to some wonderful prayers in our group worship.  However, something struck me that day and not for the first time.  In our Bible study prayer we prayed for “forgiveness of sins.”  In our “opening prayer” we prayed for “forgiveness of sins.”  In our “closing prayer” we prayed for “forgiveness of sins.”  I suddenly looked around me and thought, “What in the world has everyone been doing in the past two hours?”

            I think in our efforts to avoid any resemblance to the doctrine I grew up calling “the impossibility of apostasy,” we   have done ourselves a grave disservice and a very discouraging one as well.  As a child I saw good men who often prayed, “Lord forgive us, because we know we sin every day.”  Or “all the time.”  Or “so often.”  I used to look at them and wonder what it was they were doing.  I never saw them sin, or heard anyone else say they saw them sin either.  I began to feel like sin must be some sort of miasma that follows you around and then, bang! when you least expect it, it infects you like some kind of airborne germ.

            That is not the Bible definition of sin.  Everyone who does sin, does lawlessness, and sin is lawlessness, I John 3:4.  No, I am not gong into some heavy theology.  I don’t think I need to.  John plainly teaches that sin is something you do.  Now sin may involve wrong thinking, too, but still it is a specific thing.  It is not some sort of germ you catch without ever knowing it.  By making it into that sort of thing, we make ourselves miserable, living a life of despair instead of hope.  God said you can control yourself.  He said you can overcome.  He said you can live a godly life.  Give yourself a break!  God does. 

            Does that mean we won’t sin?  Of course not.  But why in the world do we feel so compelled to always add the negative, especially when we are talking to one another, to those of us who know the truth that we can fall from grace?  We should be encouraging one another, not trying to build stumblingblocks of cynicism and pessimism.  Of course, using the correct definition of sin, something we actually do and can quantify verbally, forces us to specifically repent of actual things we have done, instead of being able to say, “Lord, I know I sin a lot, and probably don’t even know it when I do, so please forgive me.”  Maybe that is the real problem—too much pride to admit the wrong we do, and actually try to become better people.  If you never know when the germ is going to get you, it’s not your fault right?  But that’s not the way it works, at least not to someone sincerely trying to grow as a Christian.

            I know that when I sin and realize it, I feel so heartbroken and ashamed that, like David, I ask for forgiveness again and again, but.should someone who has been a Christian for a decade, who is supposed to have grown in strength, need to pray for forgiveness three times for three different sins in two hours’ time?  I hope not.    If we really are “sinning all the time,” we need to take a serious look at our lives.  Theologians have a name for that doctrine too.  It’s called “total depravity.”  When a society became totally depraved, “sinning all the time,” God destroyed it.  Sodom, Assyria, Babylon, Rome, even the whole world in Genesis, except for one man who walked with God, and found grace in the eyes of the Lord.  If Noah could do it, so can we.

Let not sin reign in your mortal body that you should obey the lusts thereof; neither present your members unto sin as instruments of unrighteousness, but present yourselves unto God, as alive from the dead, and your members as instruments of righteousness unto God.  For sin shall not have dominion over you, for you are not under law, but under grace, Rom 6:12-14.

Dene Ward

Today's post is by guest writer Keith Ward.
 
How do you measure?  For most of the world the answer is by the metric system.  Where I wish that America had switched to that simpler system in my Dad’s time, I do not want to learn a new system.  Even if done when I was in High School, my lifetime would have been one of confusion between English and Metric. 
 
Sometimes, I measure biblically.  Strings I need regularly for tying things in the garden need to be about a cubit and a handspan—the latter eyeballed.  It is so much easier to stretch the cord along my forearm than to carry about a ruler.  Rows are so many heel-to-toe feet apart.  If I set my mind, I can fall into the drill-field pattern of pacing and measure longer distances very closely—each pace is 2 ½ feet.
 
So, then, how do your measure your Christianity?  I am so many feet and inches tall?  But, how can I look at my life and determine how I measure up?  We know that we are to give all. “It may not take much of a man to be a Christian, but it takes all there is of him.” How should one assess where he stands?
 
The saying is, “Put your money where your mouth is.” So then, how do you spend your money?   Jesus said, "And I tell you, make friends for yourselves by how you use worldly wealth, so that when it runs out you will be welcomed into the eternal homes." (Luke 16:9 NET).  So, how are you doing according to this measure at making heavenly friends?  Certain amounts of everyone’s income are needed for food clothing and shelter.  Certainly we can over-commit in these areas with oversize houses and expensive clothing so that we cannot serve God to the extent we ought.  But, let's keep it simpler.  Out of the money not spent on necessities last year, how much went for pleasure and how much went to God (the latter is not limited to the collection basket on Sundays)?   Pro-rate big items like the TV in relation to their expected lifetime, cable TV bill, movies, vacations, fishing boats, game boys, eating out, etc.  Then add up all you gave on Sunday, all that you spent on Bibles, commentaries and other books to strengthen faith, all money given to the needy or to preachers.   Probably, for many churchgoers, this is not a happy assessment.
 
Or, we could look at it from the viewpoint of how we spend our time.  So much is given to sleep and so much to work.  If one works “as unto the Lord” this is God time.  But, what about the rest of our time?  Truly, time is all we have to give.  Even money is a function of how we spend our time.  So, again, after the necessaries, how much time was spent in pleasure, watching sports or movies, playing video games, vacations, relaxing with a best seller, etc?  Then, how much was spent in prayer, Bible study, reaching out to a co-worker or neighbor with a view to beginning a study, helping the poor, visiting the sick, reading to build our own faith, working to become a teacher, or better teacher, of the Bible?
 
God wants all of us.  Not just church time, all our time.  Certainly, godly fun is part of a godly life, but not only has much of fun become morally corrupting, we have lost all balance and give our pleasure too much of our time.
 
When do we make the time for these:
"Then the king will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.  For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me.’ Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink?  When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or naked and clothe you?  When did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ And the king will answer them, ‘I tell you the truth, just as you did it for one of the least of these brothers or sisters of mine, you did it for me.’ " (Matt 25:34-40).

Keith Ward

On August 27, 1776, George Washington and his troops retreated from New York City across the East River as the British swarmed the city.  On September 15 the redcoats raised the Union Jack and, for the rest of the Revolutionary War, New York served as the British Army Headquarters.  For seven long years the citizens endured poverty and mistreatment along with a devastating fire that left them all living in shacks made from old ships.  Over 10,000 American POWs died on prison ships floating in New York harbors.
            Finally, in mid-August, 1783, the British commander was given orders to evacuate.  England was giving up on the recalcitrant rebels.  The city had become a haven for loyalists so besides evacuating 20,000 British soldiers, the commander also had to make arrangements for those of his supporters who took advantage of England's offer of relocation.  Over 29,000 Tories were eventually evacuated to places like Nova Scotia, East Florida, and the Caribbean.
            The last British soldiers left on November 25, 1783.  Everything was timed so that as the last of them left, Washington and his troops would enter.  The time was set for noon.  A near disaster occurred when it was discovered that the British soldiers had left the Union Jack flying and greased the pole and removed the climbing cleats so that no one could take it down—several had tried and merely slid back to the ground.  A mad dash to a local hardware store ensued and just as Washington and his procession headed up the street, an army veteran named John Van Arsdale installed cleats one by one, climbing until he could reach the hated flag and tear it down.  Finally the American flag once again flew over New York City.
            New York Governor Henry Clinton arranged a dinner that evening in Washington's honor at Fraunces' Tavern in Lower Manhattan.  It is reported that 13 toasts were made in all, so we know the spirits were flowing.  For dessert Molly O'Neill reports that Washington was fed carrot cake, and that this is the first mention of that dessert anywhere (American Century Cookbook by Jean Anderson, p 435).  However, that tea cake, as it was called, was probably far healthier than the three layer carrot cake we know and love now.  Undoubtedly it was made with whole grain, rather than refined white flour, and since cream cheese had not yet been invented (1872), it was probably served quite plain.
            I still occasionally hear people talk about carrot cake being healthy.  The average slice of carrot layer cake with cream cheese frosting has about 580 calories, 30 grams of fat, 87 mg of cholesterol, and 415 mg of sodium.  Okay, it does have 105% of the required daily allowance of Vitamin A, thanks to those carrots, but only 1.5 grams of fiber to try and offset 73 grams of carbs. 
            We fall for these things all the time.  How about the Impossible Whopper?  Totally vegetarian, if not totally vegan.  (It is prepared on the same grill as regular Whoppers and thus absorbs some of that meat fat.)  But while a regular Whopper has 660 calories, an Impossible Whopper still has 630—not exactly diet fare.  A regular Whopper has 40 grams of fat, but the Impossible one has 34—not a huge savings.  But get this—a regular Whopper has 980 mg of sodium, the Impossible Whopper has 1080!  It has to—so it will taste decent.  (Double check—I found slightly different numbers on different websites, but they are all similar.)
            And we fall for these things spiritually as well, and the Devil is as happy as the Burger King adman is.  We think we can stay spiritually healthy with an hour or so in the Sunday morning worship.  We believe that as long as we "think about God" in our lives, it has the same benefit as personal Bible study and prayer.  We think that keeping our radios set on the Christian music station will help us stay holy, even if the lyrics spout unbiblical notions and unscriptural dogma—a spiritual carrot cake loaded with cream cheese frosting if ever there was one.  We think that because we pray at our meals, we are truly a spiritual family.  Meanwhile our children grow up starving for the meat of the Word and the company of strong Christians, people we had rather avoid because they make us feel uncomfortable with their obvious Christianity.
            Evacuation Day was a great event for those New Yorkers.  They still celebrated that day a century later, and they had every right to do so, even with a calorie and fat-laden modern carrot cake if they had had one back then.  But I doubt they would have eaten it every day thinking they were being "healthy." 
Too many of us eat spiritual carrot cake every day and think we are just fine.  Think again.
 
Your words were found, and I ate them, and your words became to me a joy and the delight of my heart, for I am called by your name, O LORD, God of hosts.  (Jer 15:16).
 
Dene Ward

We were driving a hilly section of North Georgia on a winding backroad between small Southern towns, the kind with steepled churches, brick town halls on green grass-carpeted squares, and railroad tracks running right down the middle of Main Street between diagonal parking on either side of the road.  Away from the towns farmland tufted with white cotton bolls, metals barns housing lumberyards, and firewood stands with cords stacked for sale were nestled among single wide and double wide trailers, old frame farmhouses and the occasional red brick ranch style home of the younger generation.
            Then we passed a deserted house.  You can always tell.  The paint is peeling, the gutters are full of leaves, and the naked windows stare out at you, no light of life within them.  A house left to itself always deteriorates far more quickly than one that is lived in.
            And the yard?  Weedy, strewn with wind-blown trash, gardens filled with dried up flower heads or bolted vegetables, everything withered from lack of care.  A garden left to itself always goes to seed.
            So how did some primordial soup produce even one cell of life where there was none before, and how did that cell evolve into something more and more complex, and finally become an intelligent creature conscious of its own existence and that of others outside itself, able to reason, to create, and to appreciate art of all kinds, and strategize plots of great complexity? 
            Until someone can show me a vacant house that keeps itself clean and void of rot, and a garden that never needs weeding or watering, I just won’t believe it.  I may not be the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but God made me smart enough to see through that one.
 
For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who by their unrighteousness suppress the truth. For what can be known about God is plain to them, because God has shown it to them. For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse. For although they knew God, they did not honor him as God or give thanks to him, but they became futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts were darkened. Claiming to be wise, they became fools, Rom 1:18-22.
 
Dene Ward

Hosanna, Hosanna
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna, Hosanna,
Hosanna in the highest!

Refrain: 
Lord we lift up Your name
with hearts full of praise
Be exalted oh Lord my God!
Hosanna in the highest! (second time:  Glory to the King of Kings!)

Glory, Glory
Glory to the King of Kings!
Glory, Glory,
Glory to the King of Kings!

Refrain
 
            Do you know what "Hosanna" means?  It is actually not so cut and dried, it seems.  Let me explain. 
            In English, words change meaning all the time.  It is part of being a "living language" as opposed to a dead one, like Latin.   "Nice" used to mean "silly," but now it means "pleasant."  "Hussy" came from the word "housewife" and meant "the mistress of the house."  Now it means "a disreputable woman."  "Awful" used to mean "worthy of awe," and God was spoken of as being "awful."  Now, we would never call God "awful!"
            The same thing happens in every language, including Hebrew.
            Hosanna, we pray, O LORD!... (Ps 118:25).
            What was that, you ask?  You looked up that verse and "hosanna" is nowhere in it, you say?  Yes, it is.  "Hosanna" means "save."  At least it did many centuries ago when the psalmist wrote what has come to be called the 118th Psalm.  So when you see, "Save us," you are really seeing "Hosanna."  Strong's tells me that word is used 198 times in the Old Testament.  The translators simply translated the word to its English equivalent, "save" or "help" when they came across it.  That's why you don't see it there.
            Now here is an interesting fact:  that is not what the word meant several centuries later when the people shouted "Hosanna!" to Jesus.  It is evident from the context that it had become a celebratory word, one of praise, perhaps, or joy.  Rabbinic writings from the same period show that to be the case.  This word shifted its meaning just like many words do, and that leads to something even more important.
            According to Peter J. Williams in the book Can We Trust the Gospels?, this is an evidence for the veracity of the gospels themselves.  If someone had come along and tried to write the gospels as pieces of fiction many years after believers say they were written, how would they know how the language had changed?  In fact, if they were going to have the incident of the Triumphal Entry allude to a passage in the Psalms, why wouldn't they have worded it in a much different way, as a plea for salvation rather than a joyful word of praise?  As Williams notes, "The writers show knowledge not only of this word's use by the Jews at a particular time, but also of its development over time."
            Most people enjoy singing the hymn Mr. Tuttle has written, but there really isn't much to it.  It shows no depth of scriptural knowledge, having only this one allusion to a passage rather than one for every line as so many older hymns do, and gives us no deeper insights.  But now, when you sing it, remember the meaning of this word and how Matthew, Mark, and John used it, and think for a moment of the evidence God has left us so that we can trust His Word.  And you might want to grab that book I mentioned.  It's an easy read for the average person and will give you a whole lot more than this little tidbit to reassure you.
 
This is the day that the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Save us [hosanna], we pray, O LORD! O LORD, we pray, give us success! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the LORD! We bless you from the house of the LORD.  (Ps 118:24-26).

The disciples went and did as Jesus had directed them. They brought the donkey and the colt and put on them their cloaks, and he sat on them. Most of the crowd spread their cloaks on the road, and others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. And the crowds that went before him and that followed him were shouting, “Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest!” (Matt 21:6-9).
 
Dene Ward
           
 

"Learning to do, doing to learn, learning to live, living to serve."  Such is the motto of the National Future Farmers of America, as the organization was originally called.  It was established during its first annual convention, attended by 33 young farm boys from 18 different states.  That first convention took place around November 20, 1928 in Kansas City, Missouri, with the final banquet occurring on that date.  The stated goals of the new organization were to further personal growth and career success through agricultural education.  The name was later changed to the National FFA organization to represent growing diversity in agriculture.
            Today, let's focus on their motto, especially that last phrase, "living to serve."  If anyone should have such a motto, it's the Christian.
            We are a self-centered and selfish culture.  If you think that has not found its way into the church, you are wrong.  If you think it hasn’t found its way into your own heart, you are probably wrong again.  Have these words ever left your mouth?  “No one came to see me when I was sick/injured/in the hospital?”  There is your evidence right there.
            God meant for us to minister to others every day and in every circumstance of life.  Too often, if we see our lives as a ministry at all, we see it as periods of service broken up by periods when we cannot serve—for example, when we are ill.  In other words, when things don’t come easily, when things are not perfect, we are “on break” or “out to lunch.”  
            If anyone had an excuse for taking a break, it was Paul while he was in prison.  Yet he tells the Philippians that he was fulfilling his mission to preach the gospel, “this grace,” even while imprisoned, Phil 1:5-7.  God recently taught us this lesson of perpetual ministry in a way we will not soon forget.
            Keith had major surgery that kept him in the hospital five days.  In fact, it kept me in with him since I can more easily communicate with this deaf spouse of 46 years than anyone else can, and I took care of many basic nursing chores too. 
            We have always made it a point to treat service people as people, not personal slaves or furniture.  Many waitresses have told us they remember us from earlier visits precisely because of that.  We tried to do the same with the hospital medical staff.  We didn’t complain; we didn’t make demands; we took care of our own needs as often as possible, and said please and thank you when we had to ask for something.  We never really thought about that—it’s just something we do because the Lord would have us treat everyone kindly and with respect.
            One night one of the nurses took me aside and asked about our “religion.”  “There’s something different about you,” she said, and gave me an opening to talk with her about the Lord and our church family. 
            Another night one of the nurses stayed in our room talking to us far longer than she needed to accomplish her task.  Finally she said with a sigh, “I need to go check on the others, but I’ll be back to talk more when I can.”
            Yet another day, one of the nurses who had been with us for three days was leaving for four days off, and knew that she wouldn’t see us again.  She made a point to come say good-bye. 
            While we were there we handed out tracts and blog cards.  We wrote down church addresses and website addresses.  We gave out email addresses.  Although we had taken those things with us “just in case,” I was shocked at how many we were able to give out, at how many people wanted to talk.  We thought we needed their care, but God gave us a pointed lesson on how to give it right back.
            What is happening in your life right now?  Don’t assume that you cannot serve when you are physically indisposed.  Don’t hang an “out to lunch” sign on your life because you have too much going on right now to pay attention to anyone else.  What did Jesus do while he was hanging on the cross?  How many did he minister to?  His mother, a thief, the very men who drove the nails, and all of us as he died for our sins.
            Jesus expects us to live as he did, thinking of others’ needs first.  If you have done it long enough, it comes without thought, even in turbulent times, painful times, sorrowful times.  The trick is to do it while things are good.  Do it in the grocery store.  Do it on the freeway.  Do it at school and work and when you speak to your neighbor.  It must become natural in order to come automatically in trying circumstances.  Any difficulty you have, especially when things are easy, is a telling factor—it shows how little you have been working on it.
            Service, first, last, always--and regardless of circumstances—that is the motto of a true disciple of Christ.
 
I want you to know, brothers, that what has happened to me has really served to advance the gospel, so that it has become known throughout the whole imperial guard and to all the rest that my imprisonment is for Christ, Philippians 1:12-13.
 
To that end keep alert with all perseverance, making supplication for all the saints, and also for me, that words may be given to me in opening my mouth boldly to proclaim the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains, that I may declare it boldly, as I ought to speak, Ephesians 6:18-20.
 
Dene Ward

Keith noticed it first, a dove that sat quiet and almost still on the ground beneath one of the hanging bird feeders.  While other doves and a bevy of cardinals hopped around him pecking at the ground, then flying up and down from the feeder, he barely moved a foot in two hours, and always one small, hesitant hop at a time.  By late evening most of the other birds were gone, finished with their free supper and off to find a good roosting place for the night, but he still sat there.
            By then I was a little worried.  I grabbed the binoculars for a closer look.  He had puffed himself up twice his size as birds will do in the winter to keep warm.  But it was still early September and the humid evening air hovered in the upper 80s.  Suddenly his head popped up, stretching out his neck just a bit, and then immediately back into the folds of feathers around his shoulders.  As I continued to watch I noticed it every five minutes or so.  It almost looked like he had hiccups, but somehow I did not think that was the problem.  Something worse was happening.
            Near dusk he suddenly flew straight up to the feeder itself.  Instead of perching on the outer rung designed for a bird to curl its feet around and be able to lean forward to eat from the small trough that ran around the bottom of the feeder, he flew into the trough itself, hunched down, and leaned against the clear plastic wall of the feeder.  Then he became completely still—no more twitching or bouncing.  I watched until it was too dark to see any longer. 
            The next morning I went out with my pail of birdseed to refill all the feeders around the house.  There beneath the feeder lay the now much smaller body of the dove.  Sometime in the night he had died and fallen off the feeder.  We carefully disposed of the small body for the sake of the other birds and our Chloe just in case it had carried a contagious illness.  It was a sad moment.  I couldn’t help but think, “You weren’t alone, little guy.  We watched you and we cared.”
            We weren’t the only ones watching.  Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father, Matt 10:29.  God notices when every little bird falls to the ground.  And never forget the lesson Jesus draws from that:  But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows, Matt 10:30-31.
            Dying alone has become a metaphor for a purposeless existence. “We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone,” (Orson Welles).
            It’s used to depict life and death as a beginning and end that you cannot effect one way or the other.  “Don’t expect anyone to stick around.  You were born alone and you will die alone,” (Anonymous).
            It’s used as a desperate pitiful plea for someone to care:  “I just don’t want to die alone, that’s all.  That’s not too much to ask for, is it?  It would be nice to have someone care for me, for who I am, not about my wallet,” (Richard Pryor).
            It’s used to show the meaninglessness of life:  “At the end, we all die alone,” (Anonymous).
            Is it any wonder that skeptics and atheists commit suicide?  None of these things is true for a Christian. 
            For the LORD loves justice; he will not forsake his saints. They are preserved forever… Ps 37:28.
            Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you, Heb 13:5.
            Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go, Josh 1:9.
            Sometimes we can quote passages like these until we are blue in the face, but when the hour of trial comes, any sort of trial, and no one stands with us, we allow the physical eye to fool us into believing we are alone.  We need to learn to see with spiritual eyes like our Lord did:  Behold, the hour is coming, indeed it has come, when you will be scattered, each to his own home, and will leave me alone. Yet I am not alone, for the Father is with me, John 16:32.  We are the only ones who can take that promise away—when we don’t believe it.  With God a believer is never alone no matter how much vacant space surrounds him.
            If God promised to watch for every fallen bird, He will watch for me.  Even if some day I breathe my last breath in an otherwise empty room, I can know that Someone cares enough to be nearby, watching and waiting to take me home.
 
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints, Ps 116:15.
And I will gather you to your fathers…2 Chron 34:28.
 
Dene Ward