Thursday, May 21, 2009

Paths of Glory

Life in the Spirit is never dull!
I am always learning and relearning truths that lift me into the heavenly realm.

When I first chose to follow Jesus, I made a decision to give him a try. It was a conscious, rational choice. I asked Jesus to come into my heart and be my Lord. There were no bells, no angel choirs, just me and the cool night air. Standing alone in my front yard, I made the most radical, life-transforming decision of my life, and I felt nothing! Zip! Nada!

BUT, the next morning when I went to college and told my friends what I had done.....50,000 volts of electricity flooded over me and I experienced God! The decision came first. The power and excitement came only after I told others about it!

I think every spiritual adventure may be that way for me. Maybe for you, too! Believe in your heart, choose life, choose to live BIG and tell someone! Act on the decisions made. Power will come!


Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Getting Involved?

"The convictions of your heart and the actual contents of your thoughts are less important, in the end, in guiding your actions than the immediate context of your behavior. Conclusion: busyness seriously compromises our ability to pay attention" The Tipping Point, by Maxwell Gladwell

Recently I was challenged by my Spiritual Director, Bitsy Rubsamen, with this question: In light of all that is going on in the world today, do you react to situations the way your heart and mind chooses or do you settle for another decision because you haven't the time to get involved?

This was a difficult question. It forced me to examine my walk. Am I truly walking out what I believe and standing up for the convictions I have or am I all talk? Do I let the details of life crowd out my time leaving me no time to make a difference in this world?

I used to settle, thinking that someone else would take care of "It," whatever "It" was. I didn't think that my bit really mattered. Bitsy had shared a personal story with us that seemed to her at the time a small "bit." A friend had lost someone dear to them. Bitsy is an artist, and her normal response would have been to create a beautiful, loving condolence card. But she was too busy and instead, picked up the phone and called her friend and left a heart-felt message on the answering machine. This friend told her later that she was the only person who called to offer condolences and the message was saved and played often as a wonderful comfort to their grieving heart. Now Bitsy felt guilty because she thought her "bit" wasn't enough, but just think if she had not offered up her "bit " to the Lord and reached out to a friend in pain.

The church, the world, the government suffer because most people think their "bit" doesn't matter. I am convinced that all our "bits" matter enormously in God's grand scheme. Imagine if Bitsy had not taken the time to call. Her friend's grief would have been suffered alone.

Convictions are bandied about too lightly today. Convictions are something we are willing to die for , or they are not a conviction at all. And it could be that if a conviction doesn't move you to get involved, you most likely will die for it. Or at the very least suffer. So you may as well get involved and make a difference.

Therefore, do I become an activist? The answer, for me, lies in listening to the voice of Jesus, my Heavenly Father and the Holy Spirit. When He speaks, His plans get results. It may still lead to death, but it will have eternal consequences. That is if I obey.

So I have determined to be still and listen. To stop the busyness and be so filled with my God that I will have the courage to do the things He asks of me.

Join me?

Thursday, May 14, 2009

I Miss You Stevie

Stevie, I thought of you today.
Sometimes it seems the pain will never go away.
Your short life gifted us with joy!
You were a courageous little boy.

Your long death gifted us with
compassion for others.

I still can hear your sweet voice asking,
"Do you think I could go sleep in Jesus' bed?"
I wish it could have been me instead.

Love you son.