Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Verbatim

"Samuel heard all the words of the people, and he repeated them (their words) in the ears of the Lord" (1Samuel 8:21).

Samuel’s congregants said he was too old to serve and, in other ways, was unfit for leadership (1Samuel 8:5). When he heard their words, he repeated them word for word to the Lord. 

When people say unkind things about you and you hear their words, take them one by one to the Lord and leave them there. He’s the only one who can do very much about them. 

David Roper
5.9.18

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Something Worse

"Afterward Jesus found him [the severely crippled man that He healed at the Pool of Bethesda], and said to him, 'Listen! You have been healed! Stop sinning, lest a worse thing happen to you'" (John 5:14).

Would you rather have your son be tortured or be a torturer? It's an old ethical question first posed by Augustine, as I recall.

The answer is simple for those who understand the nature of sin, for while no true parent would wish to see his son tortured, to be a torturer would be a "worse thing," for while suffering imperils the body, sin imperils our immortal souls.

David Roper
5.7.18


Saturday, May 5, 2018

Unlearning

“I have suffered the loss of all things… that I may gain Christ” (Philippians 3:8b).

I thought this morning of the years I spent learning, accumulating facts and organizing them into a unified whole.

But aging has meant losing, forgetting, unlearning most of what I've learned.  

Can this be gain? Can it be God’s answer to my prayer: "Unite my heart to worship You”? (Psalm 86:11)

To learn, and yet to learn, while life goes by, 
So pass the student's days;  
And thus be great, and do great things, and die, 
And lie embalmed with praise.  

My work is but to lose and to forget,  
Thus small, despised to be;  
All to unlearn—this task before me set;  
Unlearn all else but Thee. —Gerhard Ter Steegen

David Roper
5.5.18








Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Good Morning, Beloved of God and Dear Friends,

“...two little chairs (one for me and one for a friend...”  As the Faun, Mr. Tumnus, put the kettle on he described the setting in his cozy room in these terms to Lucy in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe.
“...two little chairs (one for me and one for a friend...”

I like that. This description resonates with me as I come into my quiet place to be with my Friend, the One who calls me Beloved. This time and place has become one of refreshment, vulnerability, enjoyment and preparation. This Quiet Place allows God to quiet my heart as I talk with Him and listen to Him.

I am invited to pour out my heart in prayer, not only in “adoration but also in anguish.” He listens. He cares.

He will speak to me. Through His word both written and incarnate, through daily experiences, through the stories of others who have walked before me. Well-known folks like David, the sweet singer of Israel, or Elizabeth, or Abraham, or the woman at the well, and on and on, all have “words” for me as the Holy Spirit unites their experiences with mine. God also speaks to me through my mistakes, through the experiences of faith and failure of more contemporary saints. Actually I have “a great cloud of witnesses” all around me. They come to me through my treasured books, through the lives and emails of treasured friends. God is a Living God and He still speaks. I find that I need a Quiet Place to listen. We can see that we all need this as we see that Jesus often sought a Quiet Place. Do I need this less than He needed it? I think not, although the Enemy would disagree.

But again, it’s not just the sound of silence. I need the quiet to get “the fluff out of my ears,” as Pooh says. My world, my culture and my very own noisy thoughts are the things of “fluff” that need to be left behind and replaced by a sweeter, truer sound. His perspective and truth, lovingly bringing comfort, correction and hope.

I don’t have to dress up. I can come in to Him from walking in the forest of unrest and scary things. Or things I have left undone or done in the wrong way. There is a coming Home to my Friend.

Friendship and trust with any good friend does take time together in quiet places. So it is with God.

This Quiet Place with my Friend has become for me like chocolate! I have tasted and seen that the Lord is good! What a gift for God to give, as over time I have been drawn to seek Him in my Quiet Place.

The invitation is waiting and the kettle is on. Won’t you join Him and look at it this way “...two little chairs (one for me and one for a friend...”

Where is your Quiet Place? Actually, an old hymn tells us we all have the same quiet place. It’s near to the heart of God!

Near to the Heart of God

There is a place of quiet rest,
Near to the heart of God;
A place where sin cannot molest,
Near to the heart of God.

Refrain:
O Jesus, blest Redeemer,
Sent from the heart of God;
Hold us, who wait before Thee,
Near to the heart of God.

There is a place of comfort sweet,
Near to the heart of God;
A place where we our Savior meet,
Near to the heart of God.

Refrain:
O Jesus, blest Redeemer,
Sent from the heart of God;
Hold us, who wait before Thee,
Near to the heart of God.

There is a place of full release,
Near to the heart of God;
A place where all is joy and peace,
Near to the heart of God.

O Jesus, blest Redeemer,
Sent from the heart of God;
Hold us, who wait before Thee,
Near to the heart of God.


With love from His heart and mine,


Carolyn

Monday, April 23, 2018

Near–Death Experiences

Behold, God works all these things, 
Twice, in fact, three times with a man, 
To bring him back from the grave, 
That he may be enlightened with the light of life. —Job 33:23 

One winter, when I was in high school, my father decided to replace an old barbed–wire fence that marked the back line of our property. We spent a few days removing the wire and then he got busy with another chore and set me to the task of pulling the old fence posts out of the ground with our tractor. 

After a day of getting off and on the tractor to attach a chain to the posts I decided the next day, in a stroke of genius, to attach it to the seat post rather than the draw bar. All I had to do was back up to the post, reach behind me, attach the chain and pull the post out of the ground. Shake the chain loose. Move on. Piece of cake! 

The contrivance worked well until I came to a large cedar corner post that was not rotten and was deeply imbedded in the ground. (I didn’t know it at the time but it was set in concrete.) My first effort yielded no result, so I revved up the tractor, popped the clutch and…

Well, if you know anything about the laws of physics you know exactly what happened. The chain, being attached to the seat levered the front end up and over, throwing me off the tractor backward, head over heels onto the ground. I looked up to see the tractor “walking” forward on its back tires until it was almost vertical and about to tip over and squash me. I ‘lowed as to how my all-too-short life was over. 

When the tractor reached vertical, however, the engine stalled, otherwise someone else would be writing this blog today.

I’ve had two or three similar “near–death” experiences and I’m sure you have too. They serve us well, reminding us that death is right around the corner. Samuel Johnson, I think it was, said that the prospect of one’s imminent demise “wonderfully concentrates the mind.”  Indeed, death makes you think about things.

I saw a line in a sports magazine the other day about a well-known athlete who was in failing health and “listed as day to day.” An unexpected philosophical one-liner followed: “But then again, aren’t we all?” 

Right. You never know! Death could visit any one of us any day. 

Old Jeremy Taylor (1613–1667) wrote, “Death meets us everywhere, and is procured by every instrument, and in all chances and enters in at many doors; by violence and secret influence; by the aspect of a star and the stink of a mist; by the emissions of a cloud and the meeting of a vapor; by the fall of a chariot and the stumbling at a stone; by a full meal or an empty stomach; by watching at the wine or by watching at prayers; by the sun or the moon; by a heat or a cold; by sleepless nights or sleeping days; by water frozen into the hardness and sharpness of a dagger, or water thawed into the floods of a river; by a hair or a raisin; by violent motion or sitting still; by severity or dissolution, by everything in nature and everything in chance.”

HOWEVER, if you’ve put your trust in Jesus you’re in good hands. You can meet death, whenever and wherever it meets you, without fear. Jesus has promised, in a pledge that could hardly be stronger or more sweeping, that because He died for us, you and I "will never, ever, under any set of  circumstances whatever, die" (John 11:26). 

Jesus was thinking of our souls, of course. Our bodies are not immortal and, speaking for myself, I will most gladly leave mine behind. But the part of me that I call “me, myself and I” will live on, not just to the end of time, but forever.

Death is not the end of us, if we’re resting in Jesus’ death; it is an entrance into a life that is "far, far better” (Philippians 1:23). Life does not end in death, It is perfected by it. 

Lines from MacDonald's The Golden Key, come to mind:

"You have tasted of death now,” said the Old Man. “Is it good?”
“It is good,” said Mossy. “It is better than life.”.
“No,” said the Old Man; “it is only more life.”

David Roper
4.23.18


Wednesday, April 18, 2018


The Cost of Doing Business

“Where no oxen are, the trough is clean; But much increase comes by the strength of the ox.” —Proverbs 14:4

The little visitor climbed into the children’s rocker in our living room, munched on a cookie and exclaimed to Carolyn, "Your house is homey!" We hope so. We hope it says "You're welcome here!" 

Carolyn and I have always thought of our home as a tool to be used, not a treasure to be admired and safeguarded. Most of our furniture is old—some pieces belonged to her great–grandmother, like the little rocking chair—but Carolyn is a creative homemaker and her “touch” reflects her love for people. 

But that outlook can be costly: If you fill your house with people they will break your best china, wear out your chairs, leave water marks on your tables and spill coffee on your carpets. We must be be wise stewards, of course, but as the proverb suggests, wear and tear, breakage and clutter are quite often the cost of doing business. 

But not to worry. Only people matter. Everything else is going to burn up some day (2Peter 3:7). 

David Roper
4.14.18

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Getting It Together

"Unite my heart to fear (worship) your name." —Psalm 86:11 

Gather my thoughts, good Lord, they fitfully roam
    Like children bent on foolish wandering, 
Or vanity of fruitless wayfaring 
    O call them home. —Amy Carmichael

An integrated personality is one in which every aspect of one's being is working together to achieve one's goals. In common parlance it's called, "getting it together."  

And what is the goal for which we seek integration? For those who know and love the Lord Jesus, it is to be like him in all that we think and do and say and thus to show his beauty to the world. If we have lost sight of this goal, no matter what we otherwise accomplish in our lifetime, we will have missed the purpose for which we were sent into the world.

And how can we so unite our hearts that we achieve that end? We must ask for it every day. 

Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite. —Thomas Ken, "Awake My Soul"

David Roper
4.17.18

Going and Not Knowing

"By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to a place that he was to receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing...