Chances

 I read something about the Father recently and I'll share it with you; "He is the God of the second chance...the fat chance....the slim chance....the no chance." What chance is there that you'll dare to believe that?

You may be one of the many who feel that they've run out of chances. You've had many, but they seem to have all slipped away. Maybe you've run out of chances. They've slipped away, either by your choices or someone else's. People may encourage you to "cheer up, look up, and buck up," but all you really want to do is just give up, You see no chances and even if you did, the thought of another failure, another loss, so frightens you, that you can't bring yourself to act upon it. To you, it may really seem that there is no chance.

Facing all this, I ask again if you could dare to believe that....there is? In Him there is. In Christ there is. In Joel chapter 2, God speaks to a people devastated by war, famine, and disease, all as a result of their own disobedient actions. Yet, in Him, despite their sin and rebellion, they had not run out of chances. He told them that if they would turn to Him and away from their own destructive desires, put their trust in Him and allow Him to work that....."I will give you back what you lost to the stripping locusts, the cutting locusts, the swarming locusts, and the hopping locusts." He would give back what was lost to not only one wave of destruction, but four.

These waves of swarming locusts had left the people with nothing, yet in the midst of nothing God promised them restoration. Not in part, but complete. It's the kind of promise only God can make and only God can perform. Is it the kind of promise that you can believe? Is there a chance that you could take Him at His word and put your life in His hands? Not part of your life, but all of it? Not some of your heart, but the whole of it?

I don't know what kind of "locusts" have ravaged your life and sought to steal your hope. It may be that as you read this, the swarms of locusts around your life have blotted out the light of your hope. Dare to believe that they can never blot out the Light of your hope in Jesus Christ. With Jesus, there is more than just a chance. There is a guarantee, signed in His blood. It says that all things are possible with God for everyone who believes. He is the One who asks, "Is anything too difficult for Me?" With a word from Him, the cutting, stripping, swarming, and hopping locusts assaulting your life must draw back. In their place He will bring about a restoration. And what He restores yields a beauty and bounty beyond what was lost.

If you're looking at your chances today, you may not see anything to hold on to. If you'll look into the face of Jesus,  you'll see more than a chance. You'll begin to see, through His eyes, the possibilities. Possibilities that He means to turn into realities. The barren land will again bloom. The hope that died will live again. You can live again. Let Him make you to live again.

Blessings,
Pastor O

The Departure

 "For I am already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of my departure is at hand." 2 Timothy 4:6......"It ought to be our business every day to prepare for our last day." Unknown

When Paul penned these words to Timothy, he knew his time, life, and ministry were drawing to a close. He spoke of how he had lived a life that fought "the good fight" of faith. He felt he had accomplished that for which the Father had created and purposed for him. He was ready.

I think that Paul, from the moment he first encountered the risen Christ on the Damascus Road, lived with the sense of his calling and the growing depth of his relationship with Christ in the living out of that calling. In his imperfections he lived in the fullness of His perfect love. I think Scripture proves that as he faced his execution by the power of Rome, he was completely at rest that he would leave this world as to how he had lived for His Savior. He lived with his eyes ever upon eternity and His Lord. I wonder, do I? Do you?

More and more, I find myself in Paul's place. No, there is no executioner's sword before me, but death stalks all of us in this fallen world. I know with each day of life, my departure draws a day closer. My departure, whenever it may come, is at hand. Will I be able to testify that I have lived it out to the full? I believe I have been completely committed to doing so, but really, in every area of my life, have I? Did I really live with my eye upon eternity, or did I allow myself to get encumbered by the affairs of this passing world? Has my field of vision been so filled with what was passing away that I saw little if anything of what would never pass away....His Kingdom? Have I taken more notice of the kingdoms of the world than the Kingdom of God? I have testified to being a citizen of this Kingdom, an Ambassador of it? Does the witness and record of my life verify this? When my last day comes, when my departure is upon me, will I have accomplished all that He created me for and called me to? How much will be left undone?

Someone once asked if the testimony of our lives is one that shows that we lived in a manner that was worth Christ dying for. He didn't come so that we might be comfortable, well off, and experiencing as little trouble as possible. He came that we might be His, to know Him, walk with Him, and like Him, carry our cross. To live each day pressing on. Pressing onward, upward, and inward in Him. Too often in my life I lived for the approval of others. Now, the only One who's approval matters is His. To have it is, in the end, all that matters.

When the time of my departure does arrive, I want it to find me stretching, reaching for all of Him and all that He has for me. What better way could there be to leave this realm and enter into the fullness of His than that. May He find me so at my departure. May He find you so as well.

Blessings,
Pastor O

Unaware

 "When Jacob awoke from his sleep, he thought, 'Surely the Lord is in this place, and I was not aware of it." Genesis 28:16

I've a good friend named Kerry Willis, who among his many talents, is a gifted photographer. Kerry is currently serving as a District Superintendent on the Philadelphia District of our denomination. He is based in Cape May, NJ, a town I know something about as I lived and served the Lord there for a little over two years in the beginning of the 90's. One of the things Kerry does is post a great number of photos of the town and area on Facebook. So many are truly beautiful, but I view them with a kind of bittersweet regret. You see, in all the time I lived there, I never saw most of the beauty he puts on display.

I could come up with a myriad of reasons why this is so, but there's only one real one: I didn't see the beauty because I was so caught up in all in my life that had no beauty. That time was one where I was adjusting to a totally different kind of life and ministry than I had ever expected or planned for. I never planned to be divorced. I never planned on being a part time associate pastor. Heck, I had never planned on living in south Jersey at all. I was thankful that the Lord had provided this place for me, and He used that place to do His ongoing work of healing. But in His healing process I had missed so much. There was real beauty all around, but I never really saw it. This was not the place I really wanted to be and as a result, everything I "saw" was obscured by that attitude. I know now that as much as He did in me there, He could have done even more if I had been fully open to all He wanted me to experience in that place. Might there be a similar reality in your life? How much beauty are you missing in the place where you're "living" right now, simply because it's not where you really want to be? It's not the place you envisioned for yourself.

Jacob was a schemer and manipulator. He was a man completely obsessed with himself. God had put His hand upon him while he was still in his mother's womb, but that hadn't really made a great difference to him up to this point. He had tricked his brother Esau out of his inheritance and was now on the run from his brother's wrath. Self-preservation was central to his thought process. That's what filled his field of vision. Then the Lord spoke to him in a dream, promising His deliverance and protection. When he awoke, he made his statement that in that place of hiding, the Lord had been totally present, yet he'd missed him. He never saw Him. For me, in too many ways, my time in Cape May was much the same. I lived, I ministered and grew in Him, but I missed too much of what He had for me there. I missed so much of the beauty that I could have experienced in that place. Right now, maybe you are too in the place where He's led you to for this time in your life.

Kerry's pictures always bring that tinge of regret. Not "seeing" what his camera sees while I had the opportunity to see it reminds me of how much deeper my contentment and well-being could have been if only I'd have been willing to see. How much better could my time have been there and how much deeper and quicker the healing if my eyes had been fully open? I'd missed so much, and though I can go back now and see what I didn't see then, the reality is that I didn't see it then, and it cost me more than I want to dwell upon.

Where in your life are you, like I was, unaware of all the beauty He has for you there? Not just the beauty of your surroundings, but the beauty of His presence. How much of your life is being lived out unawares? Unaware of Him, of His blessings for you there, and of what He is doing in that place. A place you never wanted to be, but a place He seeks to reveal Himself to you in ways you never dreamed of.

May we right now renounce our living unaware. Unaware of all the beauty He has for us even in the unenvisioned place. In the unenvisioned place, He has for us the most beautiful visions of Himself. May we not miss any of them.

Blessings,
Pastor O

The Vise

"Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him, my salvation and my God." Psalm 43:5....."Choosing to hope again is the first step toward healing." Dutch Sheets

Sometimes the circumstances of life make us feel like we're being held in a vise. A vise that crushes us on both sides, and all we feel is the endless pain that is ours in that place. It's not a part of popular preaching these days, but for those whose lives are fully surrendered to Him, such places will be theirs. In one form or another, one way or another, "the vise" comes to us all. 

I'm not sure I've ever shared this particular event before. It was in the first few months after the collapse of my marriage and ministry. I was working for a Coca-Cola distribution center, working on a delivery truck. We had gone into a convenience store to deliver their order, when I saw a little blonde haired and blue eyed girl. She could have been my daughter. I was completely unprepared for that, and so moved by my emotions that I had to step outside the store and find a secluded place to just.....cry. Such was the pain. I was already feeling a great depth of hopelessness due to the circumstances that made for my present life. Seeing that little girl was a fresh piercing of my heart and mind, reminding me of all that I had lost and the seeming impossibility of ever finding my way back from that place. Still, I composed myself, went back to the store, and got back to work.

It was not immediate, for sometimes the pain and heartache can be so great that it is all we can "see" or know, but the truth and promise of Psalm 45:3 did find its way to my heart and spirit. I realized that I had a choice. I could just give up, just lay down and "die," and believe me, the desire to do just that was overwhelming, or, I could choose to hope. I had been walking with Him now for 10 years. I had experienced His deliverances in a number of ways before, and though I couldn't understand why and how this present state had been allowed, I chose to not only trust Him, but to hope in and upon Him. I took Sheets' step toward healing.

Right now, in our fellowship alone, so many are suffering from every kind of loss, sickness, and brokenness. Perhaps you are as well. Perhaps you too find yourself in the vise. If so, my prayer for you is that you refuse to "die" there. Hope in Him. I, no, He guarantees you that you will not remain there. That store I write about was found in Charlottesville, Virginia. He didn't leave me there, but instead led me on a journey of new life and new experiences in Him, and now, in my old age, that journey leads ever onward to the ending of this time and the beginning of my eternity with Him. All of it founded upon hope in Him. Hope in the power, love, and life of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. I am not held in the vise-grip of suffering, but in the grip of His love. I always have been...even in my suffering. You are as well. Cling to your hope in Him. As His Word promises, it will not disappoint. The grip of the vise can never withstand the grip of His love.

Blessings,

Pastor O 

Validated

 What is it that "validates" you as a person? As a man? As a woman? What is it that makes your life meaningful, that makes it matter? What is it that tells you that you matter? Is it found in your job, your income, your education level? Is it your degree of professional success, including ministry success? Is it found in the amount of recognition you've received? Have you received it by way of being a husband, wife, mother or father? 

So many of us define our value by what we do or what we have. If we feel like we've achieved what we want in these, we feel fulfilled, satisfied. Our lives have meaning. If we don't, well, we know the answer to that, don't we? There's no wrong in desiring any of the above. God does not see desires by themselves as evil, but He has never meant that we would find our value, our fulfillment, our meaning in the fulfillment of these desires. The truth of this is shown by what happens should any of them be lost to us. We can become empty and life loses much, if not all of its meaning. That's why so few feel secure in the realization of them. We live with fear of losing them, and fear will always end up destroying us.

I became a pastor forty years ago, and when I did I felt like I'd found what I'd been made for. It was the only thing I'd ever really loved doing. I loved it so much that my identity became completely wrapped up in being a pastor. A pastor was who I was, and not a man who was a pastor. I could not envision ever not being one. In the same way, I found meaning in my being a husband and a father. These were who I was. Pastor. Husband. Father. That's what validated me.....until all of it was lost.

I'll never forget the devastation of that time and I don't think He wants me to. As life came crashing down around me, my marriage destroyed, my daughter lost, my ministry ended, I didn't seem to know any longer who I was. I thought I did, when all were present. Now they weren't, and what did my life mean now? What value did I have now? In the rubble of the devastation, He came with answers, but it took time for Him to clear the rubble.

Over time, He began to show me who I really was. I was His. Yes, I'd known this, but somehow, it hadn't been enough. I had to be something, do something, achieve something. He said no, all I had to be was His. To be in Him. My value and validation came in that. Paul spoke of his relationship with the Father in Acts 17:28, "For in Him we live, move, and have our being." Our reason for being is Him. To love Him and be loved by Him. To know He didn't create me first to be any of those things I'd lost. He created me for relationship with Him. I may have no longer been in the roles I'd lost, I was still His, a man of value and of purpose....even when I appeared to have no purpose at all. In the middle of all the rubble, I still had meaning in Him. So do you. As someone said, only God can tell us who we are.

Out of the rubble, He rebuilt my life, and though not all that was lost was restored, what He did in the rebuilding was richer and deeper than ever before. Yes, I still had and have desires, and I need to remain aware of how easily those desires can seduce me into allowing their realization to define me. When it happens, He always calls me back to Himself. I discover anew that it's in Him that I live, move, and have my being. 

Perhaps He calls you this day as well. Maybe you too have been finding your identity, your value, in what do or have. Maybe you live in fear of losing them, or have lost them. Discover as I did, and as I continue to discover, that life and purpose is not validated by what we are or what we've done. It's validated by who we are in Him and what He says about us. We can cease living in the trap of a false identity and meaning and simply come to Him. Come to Him, the One in who we live, move, and have our being. That my friends, is true validation.

Blessings,
Pastor O

Slideshows

 John C. Fremont was a cultural superstar of the mid-19th century. Fremont, an army major, had been ordered by the President to map out a vast area of unexplored territory in the far west of a young America. He spent several years doing this, gathering notes which become a bestselling book and winning him huge acclaim. He became a lecturer of great repute and people flocked to hear him tell of all the wonders he'd seen in his adventures. He was called, "The Pathfinder" and he captivated his listeners. However, most who heard him talk left the lectures inspired, but unchanged. They loved to hear of where he'd been, but they had no desire to leave their present comforts in order to see for themselves all that he described. No costly journey into the unknown for them. Still, there were some, a few, whose hearts were aroused, who had to see this glorious land for themselves. They wanted to walk where Fremont had, live where he'd lived, go where he'd gone. They were the ones who left everything behind in order to follow in the steps of The Pathfinder.

I tell this because I think it is the story of much of the church today, We gather each week to listen to someone(s) sing and preach about a Person and His Land. A Person and Land that pulls upon our hearts and invites us to come and know and experience them. We feel inspired, but in the end, we don't wish to let go of our safe, secure, and familiar lives. We're happy for them to tell us of what they've seen and experienced. We're stirred, but unmoved. Inspired, but unchanged. We enjoy hearing about this Person and Their Land, but we don't really want to go there. Not if leaving all is the condition for it. As with Fremont, those who really want to follow Him, go with Him, live in Him, are few, and possibly becoming fewer.

Have you listened to the Sandy Patty and Larnelle Harris song, "I've Just Seen Jesus," lately? To me, it's more powerful than ever, particularly these lyrics: "I've just seen Jesus, and I know He really saw me too. As if till now I'd never lived. All that I've done before, won't matter anymore. I've just seen Jesus, and I'll never be the same again."

In John 20:18, Mary Magdalene announced to the disciples, "I have seen the Lord." She would never be the same again. Soon after, the disciples saw Him as well. They too would never be the same again. I think it was not just because they saw Him, but because they realized that He saw them, really saw them as well. As the lyrics say, till that moment, they'd not really been living. From now on, they would. 

I don't think you and I can truly live until we've had such a moment. We can agree to believe. We can listen to the "lecture" and the accompanying music, agreeing with it all. We can raise our hands and even come forward to show how much we agree with everything we've heard. Yet, we won't take the final step. We won't come to the foot of His cross that we might enter into all He came, died, and rose to give us. The "slideshow" may have moved us, but in our hearts, we're unchanged. We can't bring ourselves to leave this fallen land for His land. We'll just continue to listen to lectures about it. 

Jesus the true Pathfinder and Pathgiver calls us to come, take up His cross, and follow the path He has cut into His wondrous country He's prepared for us. A path He means to use to make us pathfinders to someone else. Our choice is, will we go on listening to our weekly lectures and slideshows, or, with hearts ablaze, leave all to follow Him? If you've really seen Him, nothing can keep you from His country and from Himself. If not, lectures and slideshows will always be enough. If you've really seen Him. Have you really seen Him?

Blessings,
Pastor O

Humbled

 I recall one of our denomination's leaders saying some years back, "So many people come into our services and are stirred but not changed." That's a heart piercing truth, but not one that seems to pierce many hearts. Why is this so? How can this be?

I can't remember a time in the church when there hasn't been a great deal of talk about our desire for revival. 2 Chronicles 7:14 quotations abound; "If my people who are called by My name, humble themselves and pray, and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, forgive their sin, and will heal their land." So many pastors and churches have been pleading this promise, yet revival tarries. An awakening tarries. The heavens can seem like brass. Perhaps they are. We're praying, we're seeking His face, His forgiveness and His healing, yet it hasn't come. Not in the degree we say we hope for. The promise isn't being realized. What are we missing? The answer is before our eyes but our hearts remain blind to it. All of the power of the promise hinges on this: We're to humble ourselves before Him. We're willing to hold all night prayer vigils, to fast, to seek Him, but to humble ourselves? I'm not sure we know what that is or what it entails.

Gerald Fry says that the biblical meaning of "humbling oneself" is to be willing to be seen and known for who we really are. This is terrifying to our flesh. We're willing to pray, to seek, and for great amounts of time. But humbling ourselves to the point of being willing to see ourselves for who we really are and how we really live, think, and act, well, that's another matter isn't it? That means coming to His cross and dying to ourselves there. All the prayer and seeking in the world will never substitute for that.

I remember talking to a brother pastor and he was grieving over the loss of yet another relationship in his church and ministry. I knew all too well his pain. There'd been a disagreement, but rather than work it out, as Christ directs, they left. His pain soaked words were, "I'm so weary of one broken and lost relationship after another." Yet this is what we do. We, a people with a message of reconciliation with God, seem unable to ever reconcile with one another, and so, with Him as well. Why? Pride! Always at root its pride. So we go on, always looking for His fullness but constantly frustrated in our search and blind to the reasons for it. We want to know Him but stumble at really knowing ourselves. How can we come clean with Him if we won't come clean with ourselves? And it will continue to be so until.....we humble ourselves before Him.

Are we, you and I, among those so often stirred but never transformed? Wanderers looking for a spiritual high, either not ever finding it, or, thinking we have, soon become disenchanted and then moving on. All the while leaving a trail of broken relationships behind. James Robison has said that either the church in America will humble themselves and bow before Him or He will humiliate us and break our legs in doing so. I think the latter is taking place, in both the church and the nation. May we not wait for the breaking of our legs of pride, but be broken by His holy love and life, and in our brokenness, discover His healing and wholeness, and what He means true revival to be. He will hear from heaven. He will hear, and He will come. Maranatha! Come Lord Jesus!

Blessings,
Pastor O

Reconciled

 For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD  Isaiah 55:18

One of the hardest, perhaps the hardest things to come to grips with in the walk of faith is the truth of this Scripture. God's ways and thoughts are so often, most often, completely different from ours. So much so that as we gaze in bewilderment at what is happening in our lives, happening all while we believe in a good and loving God who always seeks our best, we can only exclaim with desperation, "Why?"

I heard a woman named Alexandra Hoover say, "We have to reconcile with God the things that feel irreconcilable." This is the great test. In the face of life events that appear to paint God as uninterested, unloving, powerless, absent, and a multitude of other feelings and thoughts, we have to come to the place of believing that He is who He says He is and will do what He says He will do. In short, we have to reconcile everything that is seeking to deny that He is any of what He promises to be, with all that He has told and promised us that He is. We have to be as Abraham was in the face of a decades long wait for his promised son. A wait that only saw his ability to father a child dwindle away and become impossible. In that place, His Word says that Abraham, "against all hope, in hope, believed." Every circumstance told Abraham that God had lied to him, that God would not come through. With every reason to give up and give in to unbelief, Abraham chose to believe. He reconciled with the irreconcilable. 

This place is going to come to each of us in our faith journey, but there will be a blockage to getting through. Hoover says that, "When we're struggling with our faith, we're really struggling with the sovereignty and character of God." Do we, will we, believe that He is all powerful and all loving? The enemy will attack the character and power of the Father relentlessly. Only making the choice of Abraham, choosing to "against all hope, in hope, believe!" 

In the Garden, the devil's first and most effective assault upon Eve was to get her to doubt and question the goodness and character of God. He has never ceased. We live in a broken, fallen world. A world not created by Him, but by us. Everything is tainted by the sin of Adam and Eve. Pain, suffering, loss, none of this comes from Him. None of us, even we who have believed upon Him will be exempt from the effects of sin. Rain falls on the just and the unjust, but He has made a way through in His Son Jesus Christ. He does send the suffering but He does allow it, and in it, He reveals Himself in ways only suffering can. As He leads us through, our great challenge is to believe Him whenever things around us deny Him. We must reconcile the irreconcilable. If you have come to the Father through His Son Jesus Christ, your relationship has been reconciled and the curse of sin removed. Now remains the choice to reconcile everything else in this fallen world with the reality of who He is. Have you done so? If not, you surely must.

Blessings,
Pastor O

Desperate Arms

 "and everyone who lives and believes in Me will never die. Do you believe this?”  John 11:26....."Rest in the reality that He knows no impossibility. And then pray," Alistair Begg

"Do you believe this?" It's a question that will be asked of every one who has trusted in the name of Jesus Christ for life and salvation. Often, it will be asked by the devil, in ridicule of His promise. "How can you believe this?" will be his mocking words. More often though, it will be the Lord Himself who asks this question of us, just as He did of Martha as they stood before the grave of Lazarus, right before He raised him from the dead. He asked her to believe the impossible. He will ask us to do the same, and more often than our flesh cares for.

I can remember many times when He's done so with me. One of the hardest times was during the first Christmas after my marriage and ministry had fallen apart. I had come home to be with family, and that was a good thing. But some real difficulties arose while there. The temperatures plunged to record lows, so much so that the engine of my old car seized and had to be replaced. What little money I had was taken in the replacement. As I prepared to leave early on the day of departure, before the sun had even risen, I sat in my mother's kitchen. All I could see and feel were impossibilities and reasons for despair piled on top of each other. I wanted it all to be over. I wanted Him to take me home and end all the pain. He wanted something else. He wanted me to trust Him and to believe Him. To trust and believe that this place was not where He would leave me. That no matter what I "saw" or felt, it was not what was truly real. He was. What He had promised me was. He gave no specifics, just that where I was wasn't going to be where I stayed. This was not where my end would be.

Chris Tiegreen wrote, "He responds to the spirit of desperate arms around His neck." Sometimes that's all we can offer Him. At that time, it was all I could give Him. It was also all that He wanted from me. Desperate arms around His neck that clung to Him with little more than a drop of hope and faith. For Him, a drop is always enough. In the place that I was then, and would come to be in again, He whispered through my pain, "Do you believe this? Do you believe Me?" I'd been preaching for 5 years about doing so. Now, in this place, would I? Will you? If you're on a true journey with Him, you'll come to the same place I did. You'll be asked to believe in the face of the impossibility, that He knows no impossibility. And then pray. All the while clinging with all your strength to Him. All your strength enhanced by His limitless grace. 

The fact that 34 years have now gone by since that dark winter morning tells you that He didn't leave me in that place or state. He kept His word, and all the impossibilities fell before the reality of His promise that nothing is impossible with Him. Now, maybe you're in such a place yourself. He asks you what He asked me and has asked countless others as well. "Do you believe Me?" Believe Him. His promise is true. His promise is real. He is real. More real than the impossibilities you face. Wrap your arms around Him and cling to Him. And behold the wonders He will work.

Blessings,
Pastor O

Pieces

 Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship.  Romans 12:1

Writer and author Bob Goff tells the story of a young girl who was diagnosed with a rare and deadly disease. After extensive testing, it was determined that she would need a complete blood transfusion in order to survive. Finding a match donor proved to be very difficult. The parents were tested but the results were negative. Finally, it came down to her little brother, who was a match. The parents kept this news to themselves, but after a short time, as the situation worsened, they talked to their young son and told him of the need. He asked for a night to think about it, and then agreed. When the day came, and as he lay on a bed next to his sister, he waved the Doctor in charge over. As the Doctor stood at the side of the bed, the little boy asked, "How soon will it be before I die?" Goff writes, "The little boy thought that in helping his sister he would have to give up his own life. He said yes anyway."

Someone once asked, "Why is it that God only seems to get our lives in pieces?" Why is it that in response to the one who has given us "all things," including Himself, that we are so reluctant to give all of ourselves in return? There always seems to be a limit on what we'll give, a limit on what we're willing to sacrifice. That limit almost always comes when comfort zones and outward securities are threatened. We give up to a tithe. We serve up to a limit. We make ourselves available to Him, but with terms applied. We're willing to follow Him, but only after He shares with us just where it is He's leading. There's an old hymn that asks, "Is your all on the altar?" All of ourselves, no conditions, no limitations. All really means all. Few of us sign up for such a relationship.

We're willing to give ourselves to Him in pieces, and almost always pieces we feel can afford to give. That which costs us everything is far too often held back. King David, when he wanted to purchase a piece of land in order to offer sacrifice to his God, was offered the land for nothing. David refused that, saying, "I will not offer to Him a sacrifice that costs me nothing." How deeply ingrained is that sacrificial spirit ingrained in you and I?

In my 40 plus years of serving Him I've seen a lot. I've witnessed the lives of many of His choice men and women. I have witnessed some who have not placed limits on what they offer Him. Some who have determined that if a need is presented to them, their only response can be to offer themselves in some capacity as an answer to the need. They do it not so much for the sake of the one in need as they do for the One to whom they have given all of themselves to. There is no matter of pieces of themselves with Him. That matter has been settled. They are those who long ago decided that they would be living sacrifices for Him. Just as Christ, on His cross, was for them. As He was for you and me.

Is He simply getting pieces of you or does He have all of you? How much of you, of me, is really His?

Blessings,
Pastor O

New!

 Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away. Behold, the new has come! 2 Corinthians 5:17

I have written in my prayer journal, "There is no place so dark and hopeless that He cannot come and save you." I have witnessed the truth of this in my life, as well as in the lives of many others. I'd like to share some of the story of one such life with you.

It was nearly 30 years ago that a young father and husband came to our church. He'd found one of our flyers and he was looking for hope. His marriage was crumbling and he was caught in the throes of deep depression. I'd like to say that he immediately discovered Christ and his life began to improve. That wasn't the case. Like so many, he desired more but he couldn't let go of all that kept him from it. I would go and visit with him as often as I could. We talked, but he never seemed to move beyond the darkness that gripped his life. Yet God was working. On one such visit, I found him sitting in his living room, alone and in the dark. I sensed that everything was worsening, but I had no idea how much worse it was getting. 

Not long after that visit, on a cold winter evening, I got a call from his wife. She couldn't wake him up. She'd found an empty bottle of pills on the nightstand and she knew he'd taken far too many of them. She asked me to come and help. I've no idea why me and not 911, but God never ceases His work. When I got there he was barely conscious. Somehow, I was able to manhandle him down the stairs and out into my car. I drove him to the ER of the nearest hospital. He'd tried to take his life and the medical team was able to save him. He eventually recovered, and though the hospital tried to get him to check in to their psychiatric wing, he refused. He went home, and the darkness increased.

His wife, saying she'd had all she could take with him, demanded he leave. He did, and for a few days, he stayed with me. His wife eventually allowed him to return, but things only grew darker and worse. I set him up with a good counselor I knew, but after a few sessions, he stopped going. His wife again demanded he leave. This time for good. But this was not the end of the story. Someone once wrote a book titled, "God Works The Night Shift." He certainly worked this one. There have been people that I've had to step back from and leave in the hands of the Lord. I couldn't do so with this man. Our fellowship took him in, literally. One of the families invited him into their home and we simply loved on him....and God kept working.

He continued to deal with depression, and he experienced setbacks, but he didn't give up, we didn't give up, and God will never give up. Someone said that the Father specializes in renovation projects except that we don't get to move out while He does His work of transformation. God rebuilt this man from the inside out. So much so that one Sunday morning he stood and testified to a miraculous transformation. He said that he'd been driving along as the evening was coming and as he topped a rise, he beheld the most beautiful sunset he'd ever seen. He said that this was the first time he'd felt his heart and spirit surge with joy and hope. With that testimony began the formation of a man who eventually literally shone with the joy of the Lord. It was one of the most incredible works of transformation I have ever seen, and it was all due to the patient, persistent work of the Holy Spirit. For him, all things really had become new.

2 Corinthians 5:17 is true, and though you may be in the place where that man was or are praying for someone who is, don't give up. Don't look at what is going on outwardly. Trust what He is doing from within. His Light does pierce the darkness. His Life does crush death. Joy does come in the morning. There is no place so far removed from Him that He cannot come there and save and deliver. I think it starts, as someone said, with the simple prayer, "Jesus, come and get me." Scripture promises that He will come and save you. Put that promise to the test.

Blessings,
Pastor O

Hands Off

 In John 21:18-22, the risen Christ, having lovingly confronted Peter over his failing and betraying Him, begins to speak to him of his future, saying, "I tell you the truth, when you were younger, you dressed yourself and went where you wanted, but when you are old, you will stretch out your hands and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go' Jesus said this to indicate the kind of death by which Peter would glorify God. Then He said to him, "Follow Me!"

I find myself standing in Peter's place today. Maybe you do as well. If not, you will. All who profess to fully follow Him will be. There is a shaking going on and comfort zones are being breached. Indeed, they are being shattered. What we have known, externally at least, is passing away. Much of it has already passed away. We now must come to grips with just how "real" He is in our lives. To see if we really do know the "unchangeable One?" He is leading us to places our comfort loving flesh does not want to go. We are being confronted with the question pastor and author Erwin McManus asks: "Have the benefits of faith become more valuable and precious to us than the Benefactor of our faith?" Have they? My quick answer is "no," but at the same time, I have become very attached to the benefits. I want to stay by the still waters and green pastures of Psalm 23. He calls me to stand up, take up my cross, and follow Him. He's always called me to that, and you as well, but our comforts and benefits have dulled His voice. 

When I first began to follow Him, it was much easier to go wherever He led. It was only me and I had few possessions to weigh me down. Though personal risk and danger were present, it didn't really seem that I had that much to lose, at least materially. All these years later, the situation has changed.  Risks and dangers have greatly increased and there is so much more to lose. Everything has changed except this; Jesus is still the One calling me to follow. As McManus says, "Jesus wants to take us places only dead men and women can go." Those who have died to grip that comfort and outward security have held them in. So the question is this: "Can I take not only myself, but the people and blessings He has given me, following Him to the cross, placing all of them there? Dying to them there, and dying there to myself and all desires that seek to dull my desire for Him? Going with Him to those places that only those who have died can go? My flesh will resist. So will yours. But it's where He is leading. Leading us, and leading His church.

Does this mean we will lose all that we have? The only thing I know for sure is that we will lose the controlling fear that we've had over their loss. Yes, He calls us to put ourselves and even our families at risk, but as evangelist James Robison asks, "What better thing can we do than to take our hands off, and for what we release to be placed in His hands?" Only hands and lives that have died can do that. It is now beyond asking if we can. It is knowing that we must.

Blessings,
Pastor O

Settled?

 "May God Himself, the God who makes everything holy and whole, make you holy and whole, put you together-spirit, soul, and body-and keep you fit for the coming of our Master, Jesus Christ." I Thessalonians 5:23  

The Message Bible

It's common in the church today to hear from many different corners, some form of the exclamation, "We're all broken." I agree with this to a point. We are born into a broken, fallen world. As a result, we, like the world we come into, are broken. Here's the message I think the church has been failing to proclaim, and proclaim loudly. "Yes, we're broken, but in Christ, we need not remain broken." In Christ, what is broken is made whole. One of the enemies greatest victories has been to convince huge numbers of believers that even with Christ, they remain broken, deeply flawed beings. It's one of his most damaging lies.

I recently heard a woman named Kim Gravel say, "We're not broken, we just live like we are." Broken people always have the mindset that they need fixing. They either seek to fix themselves, and always fail, or they look to someone else to fix them, with the same results. If we are truly Christ's, we have to stop seeing ourselves as people who are broken and in need of fixing. In Him, we have been "fixed." On the cross He cried out, "It is finished!" He meant that everything He'd come to accomplish on behalf of the human race had been accomplished on the cross and in His soon resurrection. All who come to Him, believe upon Him, not only receive life, but they receive resurrection life. Brokenness is a condition of death. Death was defeated on the cross and in His resurrection. If His resurrection life is coursing through our spirits then we are no longer broken. We have been made whole in Him. Our part is to believe and receive that we are.

This is not to say that there is not going to be an ongoing work of spiritual transformation in our lives. There will be, but we are no longer broken and crippled vessels. As He said to the cripple at the pool of Bethesda, "Rise and walk," so has He said the same to us. The cripple's brokenness that had held him almost all his life ended with those words. As he stood up, he stood upon bones, muscles, and nerve endings made whole by Christ. With each step, they were strengthened. So too has He made all those who are broken without Him, whole in Him. And with each "step" in Him, our wholeness becomes ever more real. It will continue on into and through eternity.

All of this is simply the reality that we need to start believing that we are who He has said that we are. He said that in Him all things are made new. All people. You and me. He does not see us as broken and in need of fixing. We have been "fixed" and made whole in Him. We need to start living like it. He told the cripple at the pool to roll up the mat he'd been lying upon for years. It was no longer needed. So too do we need to roll up all the "mats," all the tokens of our crippled lives before Him. They're not a part of our life anymore. He's called us to rise and walk, let's do so, and as we do so, we trust Him more deeply each day to make our newfound wholeness more real each day. We don't buy the devil's lies that we're broken and so we don't live like we're broken. We're new creations in Him. 

Upon first coming to Christ, I often heard preachers and evangelists say, "God said it, I believe it, that settles it for me." He has made all things new. He has made me new and you new. He said it, I believe it, that settles it for me. Has it settled it for you?

Blessings,
Pastor O

In Our Day

 There's a verse in the book of Habakkuk that's been a part of my prayer journal for some time now. It's a heartcry to Him. It's found in chapter 3, verse 2. He prays, "Lord, I have heard of Your fame; I stand in awe of Your deeds, O Lord, renew them in our day, in our time, make them known; in wrath, remember mercy." 

As I dwell on that verse, the question arises. Is the wonder, splendor, majesty, and power of God only something I've heard of, that the church has only heard of? Habakkuk lived in a time when the people of Israel had fallen far from the place God had purposed for them. His wonders were in their past, not their present. How like those times are these for us, for His church. Beth Moore once said, "We believe little because we see little, and see little because we believe little." This is a destructive cycle that too much of the church is living in. No, there isn't a total absence of His power and presence, but can anyone say of their local fellowship that He's moving in and among us He intends? Where's the evidence? What God purposes is, unless our own hearts and lives deny Him. He won't violate our will, be it individually or as a Body. 

We are witnessing our culture collapsing in on itself. We are seeing the same throughout our world. It has accelerated at an ever faster pace. For the most part, the church, instead of being His witness, life, power, and presence in the world, has too often become a part of it. We have been salt that's lost its savor and light that has slowly diminished. We see the need around us but we seem unsure of where the answers lie. It certainly isn't found in starting more home groups, going to more conferences and seminars, having more strategy sessions, or doing choruses instead of hymns or hymns instead of choruses. It will be found on our knees, individually and corporately, seeking His heart and life. James Robison said, "If God is in me, then a river MUST flow out of me." His water of life is a river of life, and it brings healing to wherever it flows. Is a river of His life really flowing out of us, our of His church, your church? A river, not a trickle. If so, where are we seeing the healing? Not just here and there, but everywhere His people are found.

I'm not a critic of His church but a lover of it, but I can no longer be satisfied with less when He has given infinitely more. Some years ago I heard a young pastor give a report concerning His church. He said in effect, "Things are great. Attendance is great. Finances are great. All is going well." I bring no judgement, for too long as a pastor, I wanted the same. A "good church" that offered comfort, stability, and what appeared to be effective ministry. We seek a comfort zone. We're not much interested in living in His zone. Colossians 1:6 says that everything was created by Him for Him, yet we live as if God's creation was for the purpose of giving us all that we could ever need or want. To do our bidding and see to our every need. Meanwhile the world dies around us and we are powerless to prevent it, as well as not overly interested in doing so. The Resource is right before us to come against it all, but we don't seem to see or recognize Him. We've heard of Him but we can't see Him, and we can't help others to see Him either. As Francis Chan said, "We have to stop giving people excuses NOT to believe in God." 

I'm longing to see, know, and experience Him in ways I've never known. To fully know the God whose fame I've heard of. To be awestruck by the wonders He works in me, His church, and the world around us. Too see His miracles renewed in our day. That He will, despite our stubbornness, selfishness, and our own coldheartedness, remember His mercy. And come...bringing life. His river of life flowing into us, through us, and out of us. May Habakkuk's prayer be ours. Will it be? What's really the desire of your heart?

Blessings,
Pastor O

Songs

 When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.  Matthew 9:36...."Christ's deepest impulse is to move towards sin and suffering, not away from it." Dane Ortlund

One of the truly great tragedies I have witnessed in the church and seen in my own life is the tendency to withdraw, even hide from Him in our sin and suffering. Running from God, whether as a result of our sin or from the effects of our pain seems to be a first response with all of us. His first response is to run to us.

In a recent staff meeting, we were speaking of the Scripture that relates how God "sings" over the lives of His people, and how He seeks that we would join Him in singing "the Lord's song." One of the points made was that for those whose hearts are deeply joined to Him, the song of the Lord is one of beauty that draws us ever deeper into His life, but for those who reject Him, His song and melody is a terrible noise to the ears of their heart and spirit. Their great desire is to escape it. The proof of this is seen in countless ways in countless lives. The "Good News" of the gospel is only good if we receive it. For those who turn away from it, it is news to flee from, as well as from the ones who bring it. From the One who brings it. I was one of the latter. Thankfully, my response didn't deter Him. He kept coming after me. Kept seeking me. Kept singing His song over me. Eventually, it ceased to be noise. It started to become a melody that grew stronger and more beautiful until it laid hold of me. I was captured by the song. A song that at times in my walk thereafter, I would try to withdraw from, but a song that would not let me go.

At first, it was my sin that made me run from His song. Later on, it was my pain. Pain can make us run from Him, not to Him. Our pets, when they become sick, tend to hide from us. They don't want us to see them hurting. We can be like that with Him and with His people. So we put on masks that we wear in public. Masks that are meant to hide our pain. The pain of broken marriages and relationships. The pain of deep loss. The pain of fearing the unknown. The pain and suffering of life. We hide from His people and we think we can hide from Him, but we can't. He sees. He knows. And He comes to us. The harder we run, the faster He pursues us. I don't think anything draws Him like our broken heart. A broken heart that can no longer sing the Lord's song. Thankfully, His heart can never stop singing it.

Zephaniah 3:17 says, "He will rejoice over you with joyful songs." That is the picture that forms in my mind. One where He sings over my broken life and yours, and with the deep melody, brings healing and wholeness. He sings over the open wounds. Wounds of loss, abuse, neglect, abandonment. With every note sung, the wound closes, and the brokenness is replaced by wholeness. It will always be the result of the songs that He sings.

Wherever you are and wherever you may be seeking to hide, His songs pursue you. Can you come out and let His melody take hold of you? Let the heart melodies you thought forever lost be restored to you. Join with Him in singing the Lord's song....forever.

Blessings,
Pastor O

The Worst Day

 The "worst day of your life." I expect all of us could share something about having one of those. Each of us have a story about having such a day. The details may widely vary, but one thing would be common in all; pain. Deep, heart wrenching pain. Pain that seeks to bury and destroy us. More, we have no guarantees that such a day will not be exceeded by one that's even worse. More painful and more overwhelming. This would bring us to despair if it were not for one thing, One Person. Jesus. All else may be lost on that worst day. All else, but not Him. He'll be there, though in the trauma, we may not sense Him. But it's not our sense we're to rely on. It's upon Him, His Word, and His promised Presence. "I will be with you." In the valley of the shadow of death, He will be with us. On the worst day and on all the ones that follow.

What I write today flows out of a message preached some time ago. I spoke of the need for us to be deeply grounded in His truth, especially in this day of lies and deception. One of those truth's is what Larry Crabb calls "Resurrection Truth." We need to know the hope we have because of the truth and victory of the resurrection of Jesus Christ. It is not a hope built upon the belief that we will never have a "worst day," but a truth that not even that worst day cannot defeat us or keep us from the One who lives and lives in and for us. He has already conquered death and all that the enemy would seek to accomplish against us in the midst of the chaos and pain that has come flooding in on us. Our hope is not in that He will keep such days from us, or even deliver us out of them. Our hope is that He is with us, working in us, transforming us even in the pain. Proving to us as we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, that it is only the shadow of death, and shadows cannot harm us. I remember the day I began to learn this.

It was the day my wife left, taking my daughter with her, and, what felt to me like my entire life as well. As I watched her father load a truck with all the visible signs of our life together, I felt a despair so intense that I just walked away and went up the street a ways. I came to a graveyard and went in. It seemed an apt place to end up. With tears streaming and experiencing pain beyond anything I'd ever known, I cried out to Him. I received no answer nor any sense of His presence. Sometimes our pain is so great that we're unable to sense, feel, or hear anything but the pain itself. What did come was a thought, actually a choice. A choice that I knew later was from Him. It simply asked if I would choose to believe that even in this, even in this place of death, that He lives? That my life, no matter what circumstances screamed at the moment, was not over? In that graveyard, in my soul pain, I chose to believe.

That worst day was followed by many more bad ones. The valley of the shadow of death would be my environment for many days, weeks, and months to come.....but He would be my companion. The One who sticks closer than a brother. I would discover that in the worst of life I would still have the best of Him. In the midst of the pain He invited me into Himself. He invites you as well. The enemy would have had me to believe it all ended in that graveyard. It was not the ending but the beginning. The beginning of a life in Him I never knew possible. In our worst is His invitation to His best. Nothing can separate us from Him. Not even our worst day.

Blessings,
Pastor O

The Porch

 Larry Crabb, in his book, "Connecting," tells this story about a friend of his who grew up in an angry, abusive family. "The family members, taking their cue from their father, were always sniping, griping, and arguing with each other. Any minor incident at the table was met by a withering blast of mockery or scolding." Down the street from where he lived was a big, old house with a huge front porch. In that house lived a happy family: "Laughter, singing, and lively, friendly banter were always spilling from the house." When the man was about 10, he took to excusing himself from his own family table as soon as possible. He would run down the street, hide under the large porch, and just listen to that happy family as they related so warmly to each other.

"Imagine," Crabb said to his friend, "Imagine that one day the father of that family discovers you're sitting under his porch. He sends his son to invite you in, to come sit at the table with them. To feast with them. Imagine you accidentally spill your water. The father roars with mirth. 'Bring him more water,' the father says, 'and a dry shirt. I want him to enjoy this meal.' " Commenting on this, writer and pastor Mark Buchanan says, "So much of our life is literally and figuratively, lived with that angry family. The celebration is not found in just sitting under the porch of the happy family. It's sitting at their table."

You may not have been born into an abusive family, but you've certainly been born into an abusive world. A world that takes its cue from the father of lies, satan, and seeks to speak those lies into our lives on an everyday basis. Lies that mock and ridicule and beat you down. Lies that tell you that the longing in your heart for something more, something beautiful and wonderful, can never be satisfied, never be realized. You need to know and understand that they're just that: Lies.

In every heart there is a longing to experience something more, something else. You've seen snapshots of it perhaps. Bits and pieces of a promise that you hope is true. It is true. An invitation has been sent by the Father through the life, death, and resurrection of His Son, Jesus Christ. He calls you to come out from under the porch and enter into His home, which through Jesus, can now be your home. 

Two thousand years ago, the Father saw a world locked in turmoil and darkness, trapped "under the porch" and unable to get out. Held in bondage by that very father of lies. Someone had to secure their freedom. Someone had to bring them out from under the crushing weight of his bondage. That Someone was and is Jesus, and He extends His hand to all those hiding under the porch, longing for the yearning that this world can never satisfy to be filled. He invited us, you, into His "house," His life, and to be with Him forever.

Are you hiding under the porch today, longing for the life that seems so close, yet at the same time, so hopelessly far away? Right before you is the Son, reaching down, and there is no depth to which His hand cannot reach. He calls to you, inviting you to His Father's table. All is ready He tells you. Your place is waiting. Come to the table and take your seat. In Jesus Christ, you are not an orphan. Don't allow Satan to deceive you into living like one. You're sons and daughters of the King.

Blessings,
Pastor O

Bumper Sticker Faith

 From now on, don’t let anyone trouble me with these things. For I bear on my body the scars that show I belong to Jesus.

Galatians 6:17

In 1979, when I first came to Christ, bumper stickers were all the rage for Christians who wanted to "promote" both Christ and their faith. I had one myself, "Smile! Jesus Loves You!" Young believers like me seemed to favor them most. The problem was, those stickers told people who we said we were, but too often, our day to day behavior said something else. Thich brings to mind a story my Bible professor told. He'd witnessed a traffic altercation that took place at a congested intersection. There was a lot of honking of horns. One car in particular had a bumper sticker on it. It said, "Honk If You Love Jesus!" Someone right behind him did, and the driver/owner of the sticker jumped out of his car and berated the one who'd honked at him. 

This brings to mind what I once heard someone call "bumper sticker faith." It was what my professor was talking about. You can carry lots of logos and sayings. You can know Scripture inside and out. You can find a large number of ways to "promote" Jesus, and maybe yourself as well, but it takes more than bumper stickers to prove who it is we belong to and who it is we serve and follow.

The apostle Paul was often under attack not only from both Jew and Gentile unbelievers, but from the very church he loved and served as well. His authority and authenticity was often called into question. This was happening in the church in Galatia, which led him to exclaim, powerfully, that he'd had enough. He didn't need to prove to anyone who and whose he was. The scars he bore were all the proof he needed. Scars suffered at the hands of those who sought to oppose him, oftentimes violently. Scars from prison stocks, lashings, stonings, and more. All suffered willingly for the sake of the Gospel. For the sake of the One who was the Good News Himself. Just as Christ showed His disciples the scars He bore from the crucifixion, so did Paul's scars, physical, emotional, and spiritual as well, prove the reality of the One he lived for. He didn't have a bumper sticker centered faith. He had a scar centered one. How about you and me? Which one do we show forth?

I've said this in an earlier writing and I say it again. Scars will be the mark of the one who follows and walks with Christ. The one who bears the cross they've been given. The one who has decided it is Christ to whom they belong and no one else. The one who says that there is no boundary line in the matter of the cost of being completely His. Such a one will surely bear the scars that mark them as Christ's. They need no bumper stickers or T-shirts. The marks of Christ, of Christ Himself show through their lives. They see the scars not as a by-product of following Him. They see them as marks of honor. They mark them as bondslaves of Christ.

Someone said that there will be no scars in eternity save for the ones on Christ's hands and feet. Totally true, but until then, the proof that we are fully His will lie in the marks, the scars we bear in answer to His calling. A calling that always leads by way of the cross....and marks and scars. There will be no scars in heaven. There'll be no bumper stickers either.

Blessings,
Pastor O

Joy

 When my daughter Kim was a little girl, she was a true "fountain of joy." Not just to me, but to all she came into contact with. Always smiling, happy, fun. I was constantly told how special she was, and how beautiful. I'd ask her why she was always smiling, and in her sweetness, she'd answer, "Cuz I'm a happy little girl." Joy. She was filled with it. It came from the fullness of a little heart given to Him.

The coming years were to bring many things upon her life that she didn't ask for. Things that left her tiny heart crushed, trampled, beaten down. Those things led her to dark places and terrible choices. They led her from the Source of her joy, the One who first gave it to her. I believe she spent most of her teen years and adult life seeking to find it again.

To some degree, we all know something of this. Times when we too brimmed with great joy, love, and innocence. And then those things and circumstances we never asked for came upon us. Brokenness, abandonment, abuse, and neglect. We were left broken and empty and, in our search to regain it, we made our own bad choices, helped along by the enemy of our souls, the devil. All the while in our search, He who is Joy itself is seeking us. With a heart beating with His love.

The prophet Daniel, in a time of fear and unknown, cried out to His Father and in return received this answer through the messenger angel Gabriel: "Don't be afraid, for you are deeply loved by God." That message still seeks us out. Seeks you out. You, your heart and your life are His treasures. He knows where you are, how you got there, and what it has done to you. He offers not just His love and life. He offers Himself.

What have you lost? What has been squeezed out, dried up, used up in you? His Word says, "Jesus came to seek and save (give back and restore) that which has been lost." I have seen it happen in countless lives. I have experienced it in my own. We live in a fallen world and our hearts will continue to be under assault from the enemy of our souls, but we have a Hero, a Champion who stands between us and that enemy and the world system he operates through. Jesus Christ, who with a word, puts him to flight.

The brokenness of that little, joyful girl, eventually led to alcoholism which in turn, took her life two years ago. But that is not the end of the story. Before she left this life, she returned to the One who first gave her life.....and her joy. The Lord restored what the enemy had stolen. The beautiful little girl came back to Life as she stood at the end of this passing one. In all her seeking she was finally found by the One who never stopped seeking her. Billy Graham once said that sometimes we take the long way home. Kim certainly did, but she did come home, and her joy has been made full. May we trust and believe, may you trust and believe, that He will do no less for you. And you don't have to take the long way home. Come straight to His heart. Right now.

Blessings,

Pastor O