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Drop That Rock and Run!

10/31/2014Posted by Melissa

 

Taking walks with my three year old could be considered interval training.  Sometimes she'll run delightedly from one mailbox to another, looking for spiderwebs, while I power walk or even jog to keep up.  Then she'll stop for several minutes to examine a leaf she's found.  Run, walk, stop, walk, stop, run; it may not be cardio, but it's certainly fun!
One day a few weeks ago, she picked up a good sized rock, probably the size of her two hands.  As she carried that rock, her pace was noticeably slower than it had ever been.  She could no longer run to the next mailbox as she lugged that heavy weight.  We both slowed down in our walk.
It reminded me of a verse in Hebrews:

Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us (Hebrews 12:1).

A Soggy Oatmeal Day

10/29/2014Posted by Helene

 

Today we are revisiting one of our most popular posts from a few years ago to remind us why we concentrate on Philippians 4:8-9.
It was an undercooked oatmeal day.  We eat oatmeal at our house when we are all out of eggs.  Oatmeal is the back up breakfast. Things aren't running on all 4 wheels if it's an oatmeal morning.  This Sunday morning the complaints were a bitter murmur: the oatmeal wasn't salty enough, sweet enough or cooked thoroughly.  That's the kind of thing that gets a day off to a bad start around here.
We are the host of a house church.  It's such a fact of life that we don't often think to mention it.  So Sunday morning is also a time when things need to be prepared.  Dishes need to be washed.  Communion needs to be fried.  (What?

Teaching Preschool When You Can't Teach Preschool

10/27/2014Posted by Helene

 

Preschoolers are not my gift.  There's no false modesty here.  I suffer from too much pride and not too little.  I know I am a more than passable teacher to adult women and not too bad for teenage girls. But preschoolers need songs (I can't carry a tune in a bucket), crafts (never my strong suit) and constant reminders to sit down and listen (something I promise I never have to say to my Ladies Bible class!). 
Yet.
Yet, when I arrived here in Wyoming the most desperate need was not in the teenage girls class (they have 3 capable men), nor in the Ladies Bible Class (it only meets once a month) but in the preschool class where one heroic lady had been teaching it with her sister year round Sunday and Wednesdays.  Sigh.
When you're in a situation where the most desperate need is the one you are least suited to fill what do you do?

America: A Broken Vessel?

10/24/2014Posted by Helene

 

Have you ever imagined God sitting in heaven laughing at you?  I have of course but it was always a gentle chuckle: like when my kids do something cute and ridiculous and I can't help but snicker.  I'd prefer He laugh when I'm boneheaded than cry!
But when the Psalmist says that God laughed, he didn't have a delighted guffaw in mind, but a snort of derision.  As the 2nd Psalm opens, the nations and their leaders are plotting open revolt. Tired of the ties that bind them to God their Emperor, they are ready for freedom. But they had no idea who they were messing with. 


God laughed down at the nations because while they were plotting rebellion, he was plotting to send Jesus.  His own son would not only be his personal emissary but the King in person ready to judge the nations.