Friday, November 6, 2015

Who's Soul Are you Trying to Save?

This morning in my quite time before work I read a verse that has stuck with me throughout the day. It stirred a thought that wasn't my typical 'God is for you and you can make it through today' kind of musing.

Ezekiel 3:18-19 reads, "When I say unto the wicked, Thou shalt surely die; and thou givest him not warning, nor speakest to warn the wicked from his wicked way, to save his life; the same wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at thine hand. Yet if thou warn the wicked, and he turn not from his wickedness, nor from his wicked way, he shall die in his iniquity; but thou hast delivered thy soul."

I started to think of some of the very 'in your face' evangelism that I have experienced over the years. Now please don't take this the wrong way, I fully realized that God says in Mark 16:15 to "Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature.". I am not anti-spreading the gospel. But are our methods really working?

In Ezekiel when God was speaking to the prophet he told him that he was to go and warn the wicked nation of the wickedness they were living in. If Ezekiel did this, then then his conscious could be clear and it would be up to the nation what they did with that information. But if Ezekiel did not tell the wicked nation of their deeds then God would hold Ezekiel accountable.

I believe that some people are using this as a principle to satiate their souls today. As long as they can get through their entire spiel and you are standing there, (regardless of if your dinner is burning on the stove, or you are late for an appointment, or if you have had a rough day and just can't handle having to listen to anything else) then they have done their duty before God. They have informed you as to what a sinner you are, so they are safe.

In their soul winning they have saved their own soul by informing you how rotten and disgusting yours is in the sight of God.


It maters little to them after that point what happens. You can accept God or reject God, but their hands are washed of it! You have been 'soul-winned'!

Maybe... just maybe... this grieves God's heart as much as it does yours.

I'm know there are many verses in the Bible that we can use to club someone over the head with. Do you think that is what would win someone's heart and loyalty to a loving God though? Wouldn't it be better to hear the voice of God calling out, "Come to Me, all who are weary and heavily burdened [by religious rituals that provide no peace], and I will give you rest [refreshing your souls with salvation]" as it says in Matt 11:28 (AMP)?

God not only loves you to the point of death on the cross in which all of your sins are wiped away and so on and so forth blah blah blah... but maybe God actually just likes you. He probably thinks the things you fill your day and have passion and love for are pretty cool too. He did create everything after all!

Maybe next time, rather than trying to drag someone kicking and screaming down yet another Romans road.... you can just stop and look for the thing in them that God already cherishes. And remember, God already loves you too. You don't have to get a giant soul-winning gold sticker from Him in order to be steeped in the all encompassing love of God.

You already are.

God likes you.

Simply my musings though and I am no great scholar. Take the meat if you find any and spit out the bones. Throw some spaghetti on the wall and see what sticks if you like. But give other people the freedom to do the same.




Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Little Big Steps

Someone once told me that you don't need to be so concerned about where God is going to have you in 5, 10 or even 15 year from now. Just be where you are suppose to be, doing what God wants you to do today and when tomorrow becomes today do it again. Then in 5, 10 or 15 years of you having continued to do this you will be right where God wants you to be.

This weekend my husband and I took a little big step. We bought a car. It was a little step to sign on the dotted line, but a big step to commit to paying off this car for the next six years. When I step back and try to look at the timeline of 6 years and imagine where we will be, or what we will be doing then I am immediately overwhelmed. But, when I look at just the step ahead of me as I place one foot in front of the other I know my footing is secure.

Perhaps one of the most frightening things in life can be time. It is the only true currency we own. Money comes and goes and you gain some and lose some, but when you give your time to something or someone, it is one of the few things that was only and entirely yours and when you give it up, is gone forever.

Now in my early twenties I an starting to feel the treadmill of time slowly growing swifter and swifter. I would like to be able to just stop running and try to make things slow down. I know this will only send me flying off the end of the treadmill and crashing into the wall behind me. Perhaps this is even something that happens occasional on my more rough days. But with that knowledge, every moment that I can run I want to make sure my feet are landing securely.

I want to take sure steps not only in my finances for this car though. I want every relationship I'm in and every goal I set for myself to be something that I can see to be steps down the right path even when I can't see all the way to the end of the road. This may mean waking up early and going for a run in the morning before work. It may mean making sure the phone bill is always paid on time. It may mean finding an extra hour to spend over a cup of tea with an old friend, or taking the time to make a nice dinner to sit down to with my husband each night.

Little big steps can be scary. Sometimes you just need to commit to your decisions and enjoy the walk as you make steps into your future.

Monday, September 21, 2015

The Measuring Stick of Money

The Measuring Stick of Money


Some 5+ years ago while still living in West Virginia I made it a side job to teach violin/fiddle. I started learning myself about 14 years ago, so even at the time, and at the young age that I was, I had some experience and knowledge under my belt. Since moving to Maryland, the pace of life has  picked up and music is something that seems to be left on the wayside more times than not.


Last week something happened that may change all of this though. I was approached by a woman in my church who teaches a 'volunteer strings school' of sorts. She, as a classically trained musician felt it on her heart to make it possible for some of the young students in our school and church to have the opportunity to develop themselves in a love for string music. For a few years now she has been teaching a group lesson for a few hours every week and has accrued somewhere around 5-10 students who all have an interest and desire to learn to play. Some violin, some viola and some cello. Teaching a group class and having her experience, she is well equipped to give a great overview/group lesson even with multiple instruments at the same time. In speaking with me, she expressed how she has seen a great deal of talent in some of the violin students and would like to be able to see them progress further than she is able to take them. She wanted to see if I would be willing to take them on as privet lesson students.


Being out of the music teaching world for the last 5 years, I feel both apprehensive and very honored that she would see me as still skilled enough to take a student even farther than she can herself. My second thought - what a great way to make a little money on the side as well.

Then came the catch.

Because the location she uses for her music school is part of a non-profit organization, their policy is that they can't officially charge anything for the lessons. She told me if I really wanted to, I may be able to speak with the parents directly and just be paid under the table. I really struggled with this for a few days, trying to decide what to do... should I try to find a loophole around this policy and burden my conscious with this? Should I try to find some other location (nothing promising in that department)? Should I just refuse to teach? I have long thought that if someone doesn't have to pay for something, they are never really going to see the value in a thing, or be willing to work for it. I spent a lot of time rolling this idea over in my head before coming to a conclusion.

Why do I think value is measured by money?

We live in a society where money is the ruler by which everything we value is measured. Food, electricity, phones, houses, the amount of work you are willing to do for a person and even knowledge... everything is portioned out in increments relative to the amount of money we are willing to pay, or be paid.

Perhaps partly because deep in my nature I want to cause a little ripple and go against the flow, and partly because I want to be able to step back and see value as something more than a price tag, I have decided to take this challenge. I'm not going to ask for any money. I'm not going to ask for anything in exchange for the knowledge, instruction or time I give these students. 

"I want to teach these students how to play the violin, but I want to teach them more than that. I want to teach them to treasure something and see the value in it without seeing a price tag attached."

There was a time in our country when the butcher traded meat to the farmer for grains and the seamstress would sew an outfit for the gardener in exchange for tomatoes and corn. Somehow this changed. Now the only way we see value in something is by knowing it's exchange for something that has the least value of all - simple paper with ink.

I want to take up this challenge and challenge anyone reading this to do the same. Look for something and realize it's value completely outside of what could be paid for it. See something's value purely and simple as valuable because it is itself.

 

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Do More Than Show Up... Be there.

Do More Than Show Up... Be There.


I have heard it said that 'half the battle is just showing up'. If this is true, then it seems that most people give up half way through the battle.


I find myself drowning in a society where people look at their phones rather than make eye contact, and where being 'at your job' between the time you clock in and the time you clock out is consider work.

One of my favorite quotes by Jim Elliot is:


"Wherever you are, be all there."


I find myself every day encountering for myself and also hearing stories of people that are living only 1/3rd of their life.


There are 168 hrs in a week and the average person spends 40 of these hours working and 56 of them sleeping. With 96 hours of your week spent, most people only have aprx. 72 hrs left. This isn't even counting people's mundane commute back and forth to work, eating food, exercising, taking classes etc. But those few hours seem to be the only time that people really consider to be 'theirs' to enjoy and live in.


Why not live in every moment of your day?


Instead of trying to work with a foggy brain, only to find yourself too exhausted at the end of the day to 'enjoy your time' after work, why not enjoy it from the start? So, maybe you don't enjoy your occupation... is that going to rule your attitude about everything? Does the person in the cubical next to you really have the control over you to ruin your entire day?

Wake up. Take a cold shower. Live.

Everyone has a choice on how they are going to spend their life. They can either fully engage in the meat of the day, or they can keep floating... floating... floating... always waiting for their day to start.


I'm sure no famous character in history ever became who they were by punching in and out on a time card. Whatever they set their hand to, they gripped and held on to.


Be someone great. Care about everything you touch no mater how insignificant it may seem.


Don't just show up. Be there.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Simple as a Loaf of Bread

Simple as a Loaf of Bread

Yesterday I was kneading some bread dough to leave to rise in the fridge over night. I started thinking about the process of kneading the dough. Once you have added almost all the flour to your dough within about 30 seconds it can 'look' like kneaded bread dough, but if you just leave it like that then your bread won't come out as good and I find it tends to go stale faster. If you take the time to continue kneading it though it becomes more elastic and not only looks, but 'feels' like bread dough. My mother, who taught me to make bread, always had to feel a dough to tell if it was 'just right' or not. As you continue to knead, what had seemed to be enough flour you find suddenly isn't, and you are able to work in even more of the flour that really gives your bread body.



Today I found this to be the perfect analogy for my life. Almost every morning I have some time to get in the Bible and read a chapter or two before starting my day. Sometimes this is very brief and can only go as deep as those 30 seconds into the bread making. Today I was lucky enough to be able to attend a prayer meeting at work and while I was there what I had read this morning started to knead itself into my soul. We can get through life on stale bread, but I much prefer the moments of biting into that chewy, but crispy side of life that has real substance to it.

My thought this morning came from 1 Samuel 25. As a brief recap of the story that takes place, David, still fleeing from Saul, is staying in the same land of a wealthy man named Nabal. Nabal has many sheep and land and possession. Some of David's men are dwelling in the land where his shepherds were, and this is what the shepherds said in vs 16 "They were a wall unto us both by night and day, all the while we were with them keeping the sheep." Though his men never mistreated anything that belonged to Nabal, and in fact were a protection to him, when David sends a messenger to Nabal asking him for provisions to be shared with his men, Nabal answers arrogantly that he knows no man named David, so why should he give away any of his bread or his sheep to him!

David becomes angry at this man's arrogance and gathers some of his men together to go and utterly destroy Nabal and all of his people. On the way though, Abigail who is Nabal's wife hears of what Nabal did and that David is coming to attack. She gathers together many gifts and supplies and goes out to meet David. She falls on her face in humility and begs for the lives of those people behind her. She asks that all the inequity be upon herself and that forgiveness would be given.

It is quite possible that you, like I myself, have heard of the humility Abigail and how though her humility David spares the people. I have often heard and been told of how that should be our ideal for ourselves. That we should be so humble when going before others. When I was 30 seconds into my kneading I was happy with this thought and ready to go about my day. As it continued to churn though I started to wonder if Abigail is really the one that I am meant to be, or if this story tells me of someone else.

There is a God of the universe that sometimes we don't like to see so we shut out eyes. He asks us to give us our hearts and our lives, but we say, "Who is this God? I don't know someone named 'God' so why should I give him my bread (heart) or my sheep (my life)." In arrogance we push off our creator. We are a people like Nabal who have inequity in our hearts, and God who is like David has it fully in His power to execute judgement on us.

We can rejoice to know that the God who is our David, is also the Abigail that is our advocate. 

When God sent us Himself in the form of His Son Jesus Christ, He sent the one out that went before Nabal and asked the the people be spared though Nabal had no repentance in his heart. When God sent His son, He sent Him to a people that had no want for Him. Even we when God is presented to us, we have probably all at some point in our lives turned in arrogance from him. But Christ, pleading the case with God the Father took all of our iniquity upon Himself.

I am not Abigail, God is. Though He could cast judgement righteously on me, He gave it to His Son (Himself) and gave mercy to me and all the people instead.

This is my mental bread as it continues to knead.

And for those wondering about my recipe or the physical bread, I am happy to share that below. This recipe is one passed down and taught by my mother. I remember well her kneading the bread on the wooden table that my father built. I can't promise that the bread will come out quite the same from just reading a recipe. After all, as my mom would say, "You have to just be able to feel the dough".

Mom's French/Italian Bread

This recipe makes 3 loaves of french bread.
  • 2 cups warm water
  • 2 teaspoons salt
  • 2 table spoons suger/honey
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil (or canola if that's what you have)
  • 5 cups all purpose flour


In a large bowl combine water, salt and sugar/honey. Sprinkle yeast over the top and let it sit to proof for 10 minutes. Once the mixture has proofed, you can chose to add oil or not. If you add oil, it will be 'Italian Bread', while traditional 'French Bread' has no oil added. 

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Begin adding flour in one cup increments. In the beginning you will be able to mix with a wooden spoon, but as more flour is added you will have to switch to kneading it with your hands. Once you have all the flour in continue to knead by hand for at least 10 min.Once you are to the point of kneading, you can either continue to knead the dough in the bowl, or sprinkle some flour on a surface like your counter or table and knead it there. Add flour as needed to keep dough from becoming sticky, but still maintaining elasticity. By the time the dough is almost ready, it will be fighting back. 

Dough is kneaded, form into a bowl and place in a large bowl and cover with a light towel or bag to rise. Again, depending on if you want italian or french bread, you can choose to add a little oil to the bottom of the bowl and flip the dough so there is some oil on each part or not.)

Let dough rise 1-2 hours until dough has doubled in size. Dough can also be put in the fridge to rise slowly overnight, but remember to leave extra time for the dough to warm the next day before you try to roll it out.

Divide dough into 3 sections. Using a rolling pin, spread each section of dough out into a large rectangular sharp, and then roll in the same way that you would if making cinnamon rolls. Place formed loaves on a pan and using a knife put 3 slashes on the top of each loaf, then cover again with a light down or bag. 

Let loaves rise for half the amount of time as you did the first rising (30min-1hr). 



Preheat to 450. 
Put loaves in the over and spritz the walls of the oven with a spritzer bottle filled with water. After 3-5 minutes spritz again. After 5 minutes spritz once more and turn down 375 and let it bake for another 10-15 minutes.

Remove bread from oven and let cool. Enjoy!


Friday, August 21, 2015

Fresh Start Friday... and Banana Bread!

Fresh Start Friday... and Banana Bread!


This was one of those weeks with a couple of rocky days in it. Nothing catastrophic, but a little tension from work, not a ton of sleep, etc. etc. etc. Today though is Fresh start Friday. 

I woke up extra early this morning around 4AM and was able to spend some real quality time with my husband before he had to leave for work. Since by the time we are both home in the evening we are too pooped to hardly even talk, it was nice to spend time together while the day was still young and we were fresh. 

After he left for work, I still had plenty of time to enjoy the sunrise. 



With more than two hours left before I had to be at work, I decided Friday mornings should be for Banana Bread. I whipped up a batch of banana bread batter (recipe at the end of this blog) and popped it in the oven to bake. 



Feeling almost high off the goodness of a fresh morning, I knew I still needed to have a thought that would carry me through the day though. Sunrises are beautiful, but by midday, the sun is old again.



I read this morning in 1Samuel 24 about the time during which King Saul was seeking the life of David. Saul went into a cave and was sleeping when David came upon him and had the opportunity (and even the support of those with him) to kill King Saul. He chose to spare him though. He chose mercy. In the end of the story we know that David becomes King and is known as one of the greatest kings in history. I wonder if this would still be true had he chosen to take Saul's life in his own hands rather than giving it to God? Today I want to choose mercy for my friends, but also mercy for my adversaries and let God be God. This is my thought for today that will carry me though my troubling moments. 



And.... then it was time to eat some banana bread! Recipe to follow. Recipe can also be found at http://www.thirtyhandmadedays.com/2012/06/banana_bread_recipe/


Chocolate Chip Sour Cream Banana Bread

Prep time: 10 mins
Cook time: 50 mins
Total time: 1 hour
Serves: 1 big loaf
Ingredients
  • 1 c. sugar
  • 1/4 c. butter, melted
  • 2 eggs (I only had one egg, so I added 1 tbsp of ground flaxseed and 2-1/5 tbsp of water as well)
  • 1 c. ripe bananas (2-3 bananas)
  • 1/2 c. sour cream
  • 1 tsp. vanilla
  • 1 1/2 c. flour
  • 1 tsp. baking soda
  • 1/4 tsp. salt
  • 1/2 – 1 c. chocolate chips (I replaced chocolate chips with chopped of Hershey's Milk Chocolate Bars)
Instructions
  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Spray loaf pan with cooking spray. Beat together sugar and melted butter. Add eggs, banana, sour cream and vanilla. Blend well. Add dry ingredients to wet mixture. Bake at 350 for 50-60 minutes.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Early Morning Musings

Early Morning Musings


Early morning tummy with a cup of coffee, 
Light warming the room like the soft kiss before your husband left to conquer his world. 
Books and thoughts, pages and moments with a warm blanket. 

Anticipation. 

Hope. 

Today could change it all. 
Today my Goliath could come... 
or my Delilah.

A clear mind. 

Wit. 

Be ready. 

Whatever is about to happens today...

Take it.

Taps and clicks on a keyboard... marks of black on white. 
Where is this going... does it need to go?

Quiet.. 

Sshhh...

The moment before the gun sounds and the race begins. 

Notice your eye blink... 
get ready...
now go! 

Own today. 

Revel in it.

Like the breath just consumed it is entirely yours. 
Take it in slow, or fast.

Take it fully.


Saturday, August 15, 2015

Best Day Ever 7.9.15

Wedding Story

Every wedding day has it's stories. You know the stories, and we have all heard them. Stories of brides falling into swimming pools, losing it in hysterical laughter, or my own parent's story of my father telling my mother, "With this 'wing' I thee 'red'." 

For my husband and I, our story included the groom and one of the bridesmaids both being stung by bees on the face, mere hours before the ceremony, and my make-up artist landing in the hospital with appendicitis the night before the wedding.  

Our wedding has many other stories though... stories of people volunteering to make a wedding cake for us. Stories of photographer friends giving up their time and talents to capture our day on film. Stories of countless hours that the mother of the bride put into canning and preparing homemade jam to give every guest as a favor, and stories of financial miracle after miracle that God performed to make all the ends meet during our 1 year engagement. 

Our wedding, held at Overhills Mansion in Catonsville, MD was a a beautiful story and a dream come true, but it is only the prequel to a greater masterpiece. As we begin to wade into our marriage we discover each new day the meat and bones of the story that will become our life.  

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