A missions team, including my son, is braving the heat as we speak to build a church building where the church can meet together and be a spiritual family together for the sake, cause and glory of God. We need this passion back, churches. It is beautiful!😄❤
I noticed blogs stroking the ego and positive blogs have much greater success than blogs which are introspective and critical of societal anti-Jesus’-way behaviors. Perhaps the latter are seen as judgmental or worse, condemning or strike a nerve of those wrestling with sin and feeling pretty bad about that. People want to feel good rather than be truly wise and want growth and improvement in the kingdom of God. And this used to tick me off because the Christians it was meant for were too much like the world we are supposed to be alien to. But I thought about this, the Lord popped into my head the following verse: (2 Timothy 4:2.) “Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction. 3. For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. 4. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths.”
People want to hear good stuff, which is why we need to share the Word of God to everyone. Time is short and is certainly shorter today than yesterday. We need to strive for improvement and do a good job loving on people. Most of the time that is positive but sometimes correction is in order and we must be as encouraged and thankful for that than the good stuff. We need both to grow and be healthy b in our relationship with the Lord and others. ❤
I still wonder this, “If the first will be last and the last will be first, why are there so many churches with ‘First’ in their name?” And I think that is a legit question. I like “Jesus’ Humble Church” or “Truth of Jesus’ Redemption Church” or “Saved Amidst Struggling Side by Side Church of Jesus” or “Church Serving & Studying Jesus Together” of “Church of Jesus’ Truth”. All these are great. And I know that what is going on in thr church is way more important than the name, but I think it sets the mindset. Is the church uplifting itself or its building or Jesus? Do you think when God rapture the church out of here He will weigh who has the prettiest or biggest building to meet in? Or how big your KJV Version Bible is? Ha! He is going to look at everyone’s heart and see who is close to Him and worshipping Him. That needs to be our focus personally, in our family, in our church and in missions. Humble worship and service and relationship with Jesus. That’s where the eternal action is. Right there. Get that down and you got the right stuff.❤
As frustrating as humanity is, it is what we have to work with for now. One day I will be beamed back to my Father ship, but for now I am stranded on a beautiful planet surrounded by those either hostile or deeply restricted with a drizzle of authentic caring ones who don’t seem to mind my purple skin color. It is a jest-ic world, perhaps majestic many years back but now all is a jest it seems. This place is not suitable for those of us so different, and where it is up to the many, we purples would be captured and mocked and belittled for that which we are not able to control, our design. So I must focus my antennae on the Father in the Father ship for help and strength and sustenance. As it stands, I fit only with the other few sparsely placed purples. The blues, those who claim residency but cling to the angry and wild red world residents so live on the fence, are particularly harsh on us few purples because living like the Father makes them feel guilty and annoyed. The angry red world residents fight us or ignore us at will, depending upon their viewpoint and experiences. Some are intrigued but many are complaisant. So, again, frustrating this life is but it is where my feet are right now. And until the beautiful day I get to go back home, I must still complete the frustrating task set before me to help people know my Father and be beamed up to the Father ship later. And apparently quite often apart from the Father far away I am entirely alone in the struggle, unable to fit in, unable to be treated lovingly by anyone nearby, unable to have comforts of arms around, unable to be much acknowledged but able easily to be largely neglected. There is an inner fight against this despite my design. It is difficult, even purple, to not fight for human love. It is inhumane to defy human instincts and drives. Yet the purple ones must experience a solitary existence, a loneliness that can only be answered by the spiritual Father afar off it so often feels. It is a life for the humble only to survive, the bravest of souls, those capable of sacrifice no mortal could make to keep fighting without strength left and keep loving though largely unloved and keep touching though largely untouched. The absolute only way this can be done is through constant contact with the Father and living through the alien spirit form rather than the human form. There is no other way that any tasks can be accomplished, sometimes even just to breathe. So lonely the life of an alien. Rewarding to continue through the mission despite the loneliness and neglect. The Father understands. He is pretty much the only One who can truly understand and one of the very few who loves the purple alien I am.
“I don’t care about my own life. The most important thing is that I complete my mission, the work that the Lord Jesus gave me — to tell people the Good News about God’s grace.” – Acts 20:24
I realized something today, something very personal. I have had a screwed up focus sometimes toward the man I love most in the world, my husband. I do not know where I started down the wrong path or maybe it was a slow gradual incline in effort. But I am thinking it was simply not putting enough effort into being purposeful in my encouragement quotient. See, we all decide what to focus on in life. That focus dictates everything we do, like a mission statement. I had loving but critical parents, so when I am not working hard at it, I tend to lazy down into critical mode. My poor husband. I must have been very difficult to live with. So, I have rewritten my personal mission statement, which I highly recommend everyone on the planet do. I intend to be purposefully encouraging and helpful to my husband and build him up. I intend to celebrate my life with him and focus on the positive. I intend to treasure my moments with him. There is purpose behind God putting people together in marriage and I honor and worship God by honoring and respecting my husband. A life of honor and worship is a life worth living.
Way back around 1990, in the summer, a team of teenagers and adults embarked on a 2-week mission trip to London. After raising our support and spending 9 laborious hours in a flying tin can with many other sardines, we arrived at Heathrow airport. We walked with our luggage to the “tube” (subway) and arrived at our London destination or thereabouts. A double decker red bus finished the job and we arrived at the Church at Manor Way, our home for the duration of our visit. The church members were lovely and even had installed a shower in the impractically small (to us) bathroom so we could shower every day, which always seemed to make them laugh. Cleanliness was comical, which I find comical. 🙂 our mission was to go around for the first week there and pass out leaflets inviting all children to a Holiday Bible Club (like Vacation Bible School here). The second week we taught and acted, put on puppet shows and taught Bible stories and songs, etc. for said Holiday Bible Club. There were a lot of children who came but most seemed mildly enthused at best and I am pretty sure several of them were flipping us off (in their slang motions there) during the motions of one of the songs. Nonetheless, we were able to plant some seeds, however unwanted or unappreciated at the time, and we all managed to learn quite a bit about being in another part of the world for a bit and cultural differences. We also went away appreciating the vast expanse we enjoy here in the USA to stretch our legs and go to the bathroom for free and with soft toilet paper. It also made us appreciate gallons of milk. They buy it in tiny cartons at a time there. The children were intelligent and beautiful and were much like here in the states, rather crazy about whatever pop “icon” happened to be popular that moment without much thought into Spiritual matters. It was at the time very disturbing, but now we are much like that. It is imperative that we teach our children about the Lord and matters important to their Spiritual welfare and salvation through Jesus Christ. It is imperative that we treat this responsibility as if it were the highest calling from God for it is. We are not just here for us and money and material success matter very little in the scope of eternity. God loves humble obedience and faith and He charges us directly with the task of teaching our children about Him and His ways, reading the Bible and talking about it as we come and go and praying with them. It is not the church’s responsibility but it is our own. London reinforced this concept. And kids around the world will continue to feel lonely and melancholy without the teachings Christ gave us which give hope and depth to our existence.