Sunday, May 13, 2018


A Wandering One

They felt good eyes upon them
and shrank within—undone;
good parents had good children
and they—a wandering one.

—Ruth Bell Graham

Manoah prayed: “Teach us how to bring up the boy who is to be born” (Judges 13:8). This is the earnest and often anxious prayer of every good parent.

“The boy” was Samson, Israel’s prankish Hercules, who “pillowed his great head upon the lap of sin” and squandered his God–given strength away. One wonders how often Manoah and his wife awakened in the dark, sleepless hours of the night and asked themselves, “Where did we go wrong?”

When our children make bad choices—when they abuse alcohol, do drugs, get pregnant, drop out of school, turn their backs on God and their family, we ask ourselves the same question. We blame ourselves and see our children as the tragic victims of our ineptitude.

There is, however, no absolute correlation between the way people parent and the way their children turn out. Good parenting makes a difference, but it does not guaranteethat the product will be good.

We’re all are acquainted with families where neglect, violence and substance abuse are the norm, yet the children turn out remarkably well. They have good friends; they do well in school; they hold good jobs; they end up in stable marriages and handle their parental responsibilities with wisdom and love.

On the other hand there are families where the parents are warm, nurturing, kind, firm, wise and giving and yet there’s at least one prodigal in the family and sometimes more than one.

It’s certainly better to be one kind of parent than the other, but the fact remains that despite our best efforts our children sometimes go wrong.

But, you say, what of the proverb: “Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it” (Proverbs 22:6)? It sounds like a guarantee.

Not exactly. Proverbs are not promises, but premises—general rules or axioms­—statements of broad truths much like the saying: “As the twig is bent so the tree is inclined.” A proverb sets forth a truth applicable in most cases, but not necessarilyso. There are exceptions to the rule.

The reason there are exceptions is that children are not mindless matter that can be shaped at will, but autonomous individuals who may, with the best of parenting, choose to go their own way. Even God, the perfect parent, has had trouble with his children—Adam and Eve to name two, and me, to name one more.

We cannot produce good children and if we believe that by the simple application of a few techniques and rules we can secure good behavior we may be in for bitter disillusionment and heartache. No one can determine nor can they predict what their offspring will do. (It was Joaquin Andujar, poet and pitcher for the St. Louis Cardinals, who said you can sum up baseball in one word: “You never know.” His word count was off, but he captured the essence of life as well as baseball.)

Given that uncertainty the question is not “How can I produce good children?” but rather, “How can I be a good parent?” The two questions appear to be the same, but they’re not. The first has to do with the product, over which we have no control, the second with process, over which we do, by God’s grace, have some measure of control.

If our focus is on process, then the questions are about me: “How can I deal with my impatience, temper and rage, my selfishness, my resentment, my stubbornness, my defensiveness, my pride, my laziness, my unwillingness to listen? How can I deal with my addictions? How can I strengthen my marriage? How can I develop my parenting skills? How can I build bridges of grace, forgiveness and acceptance that will make it possible for my prodigal to come home. These are the matters that must occupy me, and then I must leave the outcome to God.

Ruth Bell Graham has written again,

Lord, I will straighten all I can and You
take over what we mothers cannot do.

DHR

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Dear Friends, Beloved of God,

Most of us are keenly aware that this Sunday is Mother’s Day. For some of us this day will bring deep joy. For others of us there will be deep disappointments. Let’s face it. Often on days like this we hope in the wrong things.

The pictures in magazines, television commercials or Facebook posts can inform our views of what Mother’s Day looks like: a happy family with all sending or bringing cards or gifts or expressions of gratitude and love to us as mothers. (I’ve yet to see a FB picture of a mother with tears running down her face because there was an empty place at the table.) Of course the truth is that we live in a broken world, not a perfect world. Heaven is later. Some of us do not have children. Some of us do not have children who respond in generous or gracious ways. Some have children who “rise up and call [us] blessed” and some have children who just rise up and call us! And some receive no calls at all, nor the love that should motivate such a call.

At times, days like this can bring regret about former days of parenting. Or regret in how well we loved our own mothers who may no longer be with us. Or that we did not get the love from our mothers we longed for. Too, the difficulties our children struggle with can be highlighted in our hearts by such Hallmark days.  Some of us will deeply miss those who are not with us, spatially or emotionally. And we grieve. God gave us tears for such occasions. He understands.

Some of our families will have joyous celebrations and for that we can all rejoice. God rejoices with us. He loves a good party. (Think about the Father in the account of the Prodigal coming home.) Joy is the serious business of Heaven, as someone has said.) We can also give thanks for the gift of family love.

This morning, I have been thinking of other reasons we can all rejoice.  I have been thinking and most thankful for some glimpses into how God relates to us with perfect mother love.

“Can a mother forget her nursing child and have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, but I will not forget you.  Behold, I have you inscribed on the palms of my hands; your wants are continually before me”
(Isaiah 49:15).

Your name is imprinted on His nail-pierced hands and He will never, even this Sunday, forget you. He understands your heart, He forgives the things you regret as you turn to Him in humility and repentance. He is a constant and loving parent to YOU. And to me. Plus, we know He can transform the brokenness in us or in others into something beautiful in His time— the beauty of Jesus. Let us lay those regrets and hurts, sometimes caused by neglect and disrespect, down at the foot of His cross and sail on, learning to forgive just as He has forgiven us. Not always a one time thing, this laying down of hurts and regrets. Not always easy. But doable with His help. And God longs to help.

Next, I saw God’s heart in the words of Jesus when He said, “O Jerusalem, Jerusalem (dear Jerusalem)....How often I wanted to gather your children together under my wings the way a hen gathers her chicks under her wings....” God longs to have us close to Him. He longs to have our children, who are His children too, close to Him. He desires to protect and provide safety. This is God’s longing, loving heart. How thankful I am for this picture of His love.

Of course the verse finishes with the sad words “but you were unwilling” (Matthew 23:37). Is this not how some of us feel about some of our children at times? There is great encouragement here in the way God both longs for us and also understands when we long for our children in the same way. If you or I are in this place today as far as our children or grandchildren go, now is the time to pray, to draw close to a loving God. To tell Him all. To hear Him.

For He is the One we can hope in as He is continually working to bring His children home. He is ready to stay close to us in the waiting, to hold us steady even in grief, to bring us peace beyond understanding. Remember we can pray in both our “anguish and our adoration.” He is not put off by our weakness.

Psalm 131 assures me that God welcomes me in times of unrest, as good mother love would. “Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child rests upon his mother, my soul is like a weaned child within me. O Israel, hope in the Lord!” David, the psalmist, knew there was always a welcome in God’s heart. Otherwise why would he draw near and rest in quietness? When we lean on God, under His wings as it were, there is comfort and strength and manna for the day. Even for Mother’s Day. He will never forget us. Our hope is in Him.

May each of us be supremely thankful and joyful this Mother’s Day, knowing we are blessed as our hope is in Him.

Loved and sending love your way,
Carolyn

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


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...