Beauty for Ashes


Father’s Day for me is both sad and glad.  Very sad and very glad in some ways which is amazing actually.  I’m sure there are some of you that feel the same sense of conflict.  Many of you, like me, have a dad who has passed from this life.  And many of you, like me, have had a very complicated, possibly broken relationship with your dad.  After forty + years of ministry experience, I’ve heard many of your stories.

I’m so thankful to the Lord this day, though, that Father’s Day has become a reminder and a celebration of redemption that can only come through the grace of God and the power of the Holy Spirit working within us – beauty for ashes.

Though there were many years, at least 45 or so, that I had no relationship with my dad, there were about 10 years, the last 10, that I did and most of that was good.  It was definitely a time of both of us working to redeem the past.  Although we never discussed it, our past relationship, in fact years of being a broken family, was like the elephant in the living room.

Billy Wayne Moore was born on his mother’s birthday on the family farm in Lone Tree, MO, a few miles south of Harrisonville in 1931.  He loved his life on the farm with his brothers and sisters although it was a very hard life.  He did well in high school – smart, athletic, and handsome.  That’s where he met my mom.  They settled into life and he eventually started his own construction business.  At some point as a young husband and father, however, he started drinking too much.

I had taken him to a psychologist doctor appointment when he was diagnosed with Parkinson Disease – I don’t even remember why we were there or how the doctor knew about his 40+ years of alcohol abuse, but the doctor asked him, “Mr. Moore, why do you think you drank too much?”  After some thought, he answered, “I don’t know – I think I was trying to medicate myself.” This was the first time I think my dad ever acknowledged his alcohol abuse and although we never discussed it further, it was quite a moment for both of us.  Addiction had defined our family life for over 40 years.

I have pondered his statement to that doctor so many times and as I look back at his life, his personality, his relationships and business, I’m sure what he said was true.  Why does anyone abuse drugs or alcohol?  For several reasons, but the bottom line – being numbed by any substance gives at least a temporary easing of pain – emotional or physical – or whatever we want an escape from.  But the consequences?  Oh, they do come and at such a cost.

My father was a very complicated man.  He could be very charming and kind; fun-loving and clever.  But like most of us, he had a dark side as well.  Alcohol enhanced the dark side.

I could best describe our home life as being like living on egg shells or on the edge of a mine field just waiting for the next cave in or explosion. I learned to keep a safe distance emotionally from my dad.

There is something inside a young girl, however, that is longing for that relationship – an occasional conversation about your life – an acknowledgement that you even exist.  I know that my dad loved me but there developed a gulf of rejection between us that got wider and deeper as I got older.

On the day I got married and I took my dad’s arm, I’m quite sure I had not ever had a meaningful conversation with him.   I remember a few good family moments and I’m grateful for those because it showed that side of Dad that was fun loving.  There was the year “Santa” left my sled on our roof and Dad had to get the ladder out to retrieve it.  There were moments – but they were oh so few.

Although he was not drinking on our wedding day (for which I was very thankful), the distance between us was so very obvious and uncomfortable.  So many feelings and emotions I had never expressed to anyone until a major event in my life changed all that.

Shortly after Tom and I were married (at age 19) I became a Christian.  I had a new life in Christ.  Old things were passing away and a new life was starting to grow, and many things were changing.

It’s funny, but the one thing that I remember I felt I had to do was write my dad a letter – the man I didn’t know or talk to.  We were living in Oakland, California, so I was a safe distance away (just kidding).  I don’t remember all that I said except that it felt so awkward and yet right.  I said that I was sorry we didn’t have a good relationship and that I was sorry for the ways I had contributed to the problem (I didn’t know of anything I had done, honestly, but I guessed I had to have done something!).  I told him that I had accepted Jesus into my life and wanted to make things right with him.

I don’t know how he received the letter or if my mom read it – I heard nothing and nothing changed in our relationship.  When I did see him, I still didn’t know how to approach him or talk to him so we just didn’t.  Many more years of an awkwardness that was so thick you could cut it with a knife continued.

Good moments with my dad were like remote islands in a stormy sea. One of the islands was his grandchildren – he had three, and he always seemed to enjoy being around them as he did all children.  That was a trait of the Moore family.  I watched him as it seemed so easy for him to interact with them.  I continued to subliminally ask myself, “What’s wrong with me?”

Then when my mom became ill with breast cancer the awkwardness became even more profound.  There she was so sick but my dad spent most of his days and evenings very intoxicated.  We never discussed her illness because we didn’t discuss anything.  My mom prayed and prayed for my dad and loved him with her life although he had brought much sorrow to her.

After she passed away, I thought for sure my dad would drink himself to death.  I think some deep regret was starting to set in.  At my husband and kids’ urging, I did start to reach out to him but I didn’t want to.  I was disgusted with his past behavior especially during my mom’s illness.  My family reminded me that as Christians we are to forgive and help people even when they are not good to us.  How dare they preach to me!  Of course, they were right. I made feeble attempts that were mostly not acknowledged.

But then something changed.  He started dating someone that he cared for very much and his drinking lessened (I believe because of her insistence) and his behavior began to modify.  He eventually remarried and started a new life.  It was not easy for me at first to watch him be so caring for his new wife and enjoy life.  If I had not been a Christian, I don’t know if I could ever have accepted this but I realized I had to give it a shot.  At this point, I am 44 years old and this “no relationship,” relationship had been going on for a long, long time.

My dad started calling me occasionally, acting interested in my life, and indicated that he wanted to have a relationship with me and my family.  At first I only responded because I had to (as a good Christian woman, of course!).  But it seemed we eventually got in a flow of talking and sharing time together and I could sense that there was much healing taking place for which I was very thankful.  I had many moments, however, when I thought about what our family could have been like if alcohol had not been involved. Then he became very ill.

Dad’s last year and a half on this earth was spent in a battle with severe Parkinson’s disease that kept him from ever living in his home with his wife again.  Life in a nursing home when you can’t do anything for yourself and you completely depend on others to take you to the bathroom, help you eat or even get from your chair to your bed two steps away is hard for anyone, but it’s especially hard for an independent, physically active, impatient man.

I spent several days a week sitting with my dad either in the hospital or nursing home trying to manage his care the best I could and provide companionship and comfort.  So many times I would be with him and think about his past and our past together and about all the time that had been lost.

I realize now that I could have been the one to initiate a relationship with Dad many years before it happened if I had sought counsel about how to do that from the Lord.  It could have been done – I had access to the tools I needed but I didn’t choose to use them.

My heart’s cry for my dad was that he would know Jesus before he left this life.  It was so very hard to approach him.  He had always let it be known that he didn’t need church or religion or anything of the sort and he for sure wasn’t going to talk about it with me or anyone else.  During his last few months of illness, however, he was very open for Tom to pray for him.

One night at the hospital when I didn’t know if he would make it, I prayed really, really hard for the Lord to help me talk to him.  I opened my mouth and somehow the words came out.  I told him that the Bible says whoever calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved and asked him if he wanted that.  He said yes right away!  I prayed with him to accept Jesus and be forgiven of his sins.  Relief!  But there were more bridges to cross.

I knew that I would always regret it if he passed and he never heard, “I love you, Dad,” from me.  But I couldn’t imagine those words coming out of my mouth!  Once again, I had to rely on the Lord to lead me and help me.

So, one evening before I left his side at the hospital I asked the Lord to make me brave and said, “Dad, I love you.”  His eyes were closed but he smiled and said, “I love you, too, Ginger.”  What????  That was his wife’s name!  Oh, my goodness – rejection again!  Well, not really.  At this point I was able to just laugh and say, “Dad, it’s me, your daughter.”  “Oh, oh,” he said with a bigger smile and eyes still closed.  “I love you, too, sweetheart.”  That’s all we said that evening but it was the moment we both needed. A few days later, he was gone.

Now I can’t say that my dad became a dedicated disciple of Jesus, but I know that he meant the prayer we said that night.  I know that the moment he left this life he was in heaven and that the first person he saw there was my mom.  It was a reunion that she had longed for and for which I am very grateful that all of my fears and hesitation were overcome by God’s grace.

As I said, I write  because it is a story of God’s redeeming power.  Many of us experience the pain of broken relationships.  Trusting God to bring healing is the only way because only God can heal a broken life, a broken relationship, a broken family.  He gives us beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning.  (Isaiah 61:3)  It’s why Jesus came – not to just save us for eternity but to heal our hurts.  He takes what the enemy has designed for our harm and turns it into good.

Much of God’s goodness and beauty has been extended to me through my wonderful husband.  Much of the healing I experienced with my Dad was through his encouragement to extend forgiveness and be willing to let the past be past.  I have had the joy of watching him be an awesome father to our kids and having the comfort of his unconditional love for 47 years.  God is good.

If you never have the opportunity to find some sense of restoration in a broken relationship this side of heaven, that does not limit God’s ability to bring healing to your heart.  But if you have the opportunity to be a part of the healing God wants to bring, allow Him to use you.  His grace is sufficient for you to be an instrument of healing.  You will not regret it.

I miss my dad very much and I think about him all the time.  I remember painful things but I rejoice in what God has done.  I will think about him on Father’s Day and be very, very thankful for the healing he and I experienced.   I can celebrate Father’s Day this year and every year because God truly does give beauty for ashes!

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A Not-So-Known Martyr, St. Valentine


Valentine. You see this name and what you probably DON’T think of first is the town in Nebraska! Most likely you think of the holiday of “love.” But there is a man worth knowing something about behind this famous name.

Who was this mystery man and why do we spend $19.6 BILLION on cards, candy, flowers and gifts. It occurs to me that we, as human beings, have a deep desire to be loved – to experience loving relationships and to set aside a day to show and receive love is very appealing, fun, and worthwhile in many ways.  But I celebrated this day for years and years never knowing that St. Valentine was a real man who made the ultimate sacrifice – giving his life to stand for the truth of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

St. Valentine was a third century Roman priest during the reign of the emperor, Claudias, who was a persecutor of the Christian church.  One of the ways Claudias persecuted this growing religious sect was to issue an edict that prohibited the marriage of young people (not a value in Roman society).

Rome at this time was very much a pagan society and Christianity was not fitting in well.  Rome was also a very permissive society where polygamy was common; but Christians were encouraging marriage between one man and one woman for life. Also, the Romans didn’t think married men made good soldiers to carry out their plans to conquer and control the world.

Despite the emperor’s threats, Valentine continued to secretly marry couples who wanted to honor God in their relationship through a Christian marriage ceremony. For this, Valentine was imprisoned and martyred because he would not deny his faith and suffered a three part execution through beating, stoning, and finally, after refusing to recant his faith in Christ, was decapitated.

Martyrdom such as Valentine experienced was not uncommon during this time.  During the 300 years after Jesus’ resurrection and the formation of the Christian faith, estimates range from 100,000 to 2,000,000 Christians were martyred for their faith.  Christianity just did not fit into the Roman culture where it was expected for citizens to worship the emperor, celebrate Roman pagan holidays, and fit in with the Roman lifestyle of immorality.

Severe persecution of Christians began under the reign of Nero in 64 A.D and continued until the Edict of Milan by Constantine in 313 A.D.  What is very interesting when studying Church History – during the years of persecution Christianity flourished in numbers and in devotion.  But when Constantine made Christianity the “state religion,” very sadly the church became complacent and in many arenas, corrupt.  Very interesting indeed!

In Rome today many people make the pilgrimage to a church built to honor the courage and memory of this Christian saint, Valentine. Funny (or maybe not) we don’t hear much about the real life of St. Valentine, do we!

It’s a sobering thought to consider the sacrifice of many martyrs, who, for the cause of Christ, even in many parts of the world today, are willingly giving their lives. And it is for love – their love for God.

In Matthew 22:37, 39, Jesus said the greatest commandment is to LOVE God with all our heart, soul, and mind; and the second – LOVE our neighbor as ourself. John 15:13 says, “Greater LOVE has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.” And if you need a refresher on what loving people looks like, spend some time today in I Corinthians 13.  We can very quickly see, “It’s not about me!”

Jesus Christ was the ultimate demonstration of LOVE – laying down his life for us. I certainly do not consider myself to have been worthy of this kind of LOVE –to be considered a friend of Jesus. I was one who was and still can have days being rebellious towards God not deserving of His LOVE. But in His mercy, He gave His life for me – and for you!

So, knowing the example of St. Valentine and thousands of other martyrs, it seems some time during this holiday to reflect on how the LOVE of Christ that has been poured out on us would be appropriate; and in addition show extra affection and attention to our family and friends. And even more so letting love be shown to a stranger – the unlovely and forgotten – those we can so easily overlook or don’t like – sometimes for very good reasons. That’s an exercise in laying down our lives.

I send to you, readers, a blessed St. Valentine’s remembrance day! Remember what Jesus did for you was because He loved and valued you – that was St. Valentine’s motive to preach the Gospel regardless of the cost and how he became this hidden inspiration for a multi-million dollar holiday 2,000 years later. Spread the word, he was a saint worth remembering!

Thanks for reading!


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Thankfulness and a Miracle – It Happened to Me!

“For every creature of God is good, and nothing is to be refused if it is received with thanksgiving; for it is sanctified by the word of God and prayer.”  I Timothy 4:4-5

These verses were included in my daily Bible reading “schedule” back in November of 1979 when I was going through a very difficult trial.  I wasn’t expecting to receive a word from the Lord that day, but God had a plan for me and I’m so glad I happened to be where I needed to be that day to hear His voice speak something to me I desperately needed to hear.

I had two beautiful babies in 1979.  Carrie was a healthy four year old and Andy was two – not so healthy.  He had been born with severe allergies that manifested in an extreme case of eczema and a weakened immune system.  He learned to scratch himself when he was just a few days old and was sick often.

Although these were not life-threatening illnesses, so to speak, it was heartbreaking to have a baby boy who was so uncomfortable with terrible rashes and a constant series of miserable respiratory infections.

There were not the abundance of allergy doctors available in those days or much knowledge available about allergies.  We believed in the power of prayer and faithfully presented this need to the Lord as well as taking him to be prayed for at various churches and evangelistic meetings.

It is discouraging when you pray and things seem to get worse, isn’t it?  Especially when it is your child.  There were many days of tears mixed with  prayers.  One church “friend” expressed her “concern” that Andy was not getting healed.  In fact she rebuked us for being weak in faith.  That was helpful.

As a last resort, I took him to Children’s Mercy Hospital where they did a blood test to more definitely define his allergens.  Since his skin was so broken out all the time, we couldn’t do skin testing.  I didn’t hear the encouraging report from the doctor that I had been hoping for.  In fact her report was the “last straw” moment when we really knew that our only answer was for Andy to be supernaturally healed.  She said they had never seen a child have such a high allergy count and he was basically allergic to everything that you could eat or have around you in your environment.  She said, “I’m sorry, there’s really nothing we can do for you.”

My eyes were stinging with tears and fear gripped my heart as I drove home from the hospital that day with my mom thinking to myself, “Lord, what am I going to do to see this child be able to eat enough to live if he’s allergic to every food?”  Then the thought immediately came into my heart to not be anxious – God would make a way for us.

A few days later as I was doing my reading-through-the-Bible study,  and there it was –  I Timothy 4:4-5, “For every creature of God is good and nothing is to be refused if it is received with thanksgiving; for it is sanctified by the word of God and prayer.”  As I read those words, my heart literally leapt within me – God was giving me the plan of action for Andy.  I was to focus on the foods that he was the least allergic to according to the testing and pray this scripture over everything he ate.

So before every meal that Andy ate, this would be our prayer:  “Lord, we thank you that you have created this food for Andy’s good.  We receive it with thanksgiving.  Thank you for providing it for him, and that this food is now sanctified for his body to use according to your Word, Lord Jesus.  Amen. ”

That’s what we did – consistently, daily, and as time went on we saw his skin condition and health improve.  He eventually was able to eat every food except peanuts which he still avoids today.  That’s ok – he can live without eating peanuts.  With the help of allergy shots for inhalants, we were even able to have a cat and a dog share our home with us and Andy has had a very healthy life.

This may not seem like a “miracle” to some, but to our family – this was a miraculous healing that started with standing on the promise of God in I Timothy and remembering the importance of giving thanks for what God provides for us.  It didn’t happen the way we thought it would, but it happened!

In John 6:11 when Jesus was feeding the 5,000 what did he do?  He “gave thanks” before he began to distribute the loaves and fish to the disciples. That term is “eucharisteo” in the Greek and means to express gratitude – now used as the word Eucharist – the generic term for the Lord’s Supper.

When we give thanks, we recognize that God is the author of life and everything we can possibly experience or enjoy comes from Him.  We are so helpless – so hopeless without Him and He is so worthy of our praise, worship and thanksgiving.

We especially recognize this time of the year the importance of being thankful.  It’s so easy to focus on the tasks at hand and problems rather than thankfulness.  Every time I read I Timothy 4:4-5 I am reminded of that day 38 years ago when the Lord dropped a promise in my heart.

Psalm 107 begins with, “Oh give thanks to the Lord, for He is good!  For His mercy endures forever.”  It ends in v. 43, “Whoever is wise will observe these things, and they will understand the lovingkindness of the Lord.”

Living in thanksgiving actually causes us to be have the capacity to experience more of God’s presence and power in our lives.  That’s what His word says.  I have experienced it many times in my life.  Let’s live in thankfulness and expect great things from the Lord!

Blessings to you, Readers,


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I Just Didn’t Get It – But Then I Did

It’s my 65th birthday eve.  I’ve been feeling a little nostalgic today so even though I normally write a Bible study blog, I’m thinking I want to just talk about life.

When you’re having a “later in life” birthday, you have, of course, a lot more life to look back on, but you also look at life very differently than you did in younger years.  40’s and under you’re a lot more focused on what is ahead.  Even at 65, I am focused on “ahead” because I know that God always has a plan for my life or I wouldn’t be here.  But on this birthday eve I’m also looking back at some of the events that have been significant destiny markers in my life.

A few weeks ago in his Sunday message from the Sermon on the Mount in Matthew 7:13-14 about the “narrow way,” my pastor husband, Tom, briefly alluded to a time in his life when he was making the most significant decision a person will ever make in life – “I’ve heard about Jesus now and what He can do in my life. What am I going to do with that information?” To make a decision to completely surrender his life to become a follower, a disciple of Jesus Christ, was not a decision he was going to make lightly, or as he said, out of emotion or manipulation, but rather a once in life, forever commitment.

He was in the Navy on an aircraft carrier off the coast of Vietnam and had been introduced to the authentic Christian life through some guys he worked with. They had challenged him to read the Bible and it was changing his life.  But he had more than a few reasons to be contemplating this life decision – one of those being there was a good chance he was going to NOT be a “fiancé” to Georgiann Moore if he made a decision to be a follower of Jesus.  What???

This is a hard thing for me to write to think of the condition of my heart in those days but I always like to remind my husband that he was a lot responsible for that condition. Yes, it was really all his fault!  Kidding, of course, but he had become a significant influence in my life – I found myself doing things I never thought I would do thanks to the “Tom factor.”  Yeah, he was not the guy you want your daughter hanging out with.

Among other things, he had suggested before he left for Vietnam that we not make any big decisions while we were apart – such as about what religion we would follow. (Was this prophetic??)  Silly me . I said, “Deal.”

In the meantime as the “Jesus Movement” was making the cover of Time Magazine, I had become quite the skeptic of any religion and actually argued against Christianity (the “crutch” I called it) when my precious college roommate, Melissa Dew May” chose to follow Jesus. Let’s be honest and say I asked her (told her sternly) to not be my roommate anymore but she wouldn’t listen and was sweeter to me than ever.  FRUSTRATING to a non-believer it was!

When Tom had told me in a letter the summer of 1971 that he was talking to some Christians about their beliefs, I had a stern warning for him –“ DON’T LISTEN TO THEM! They will brainwash you!”  (This is so embarrassing!)  Later I told him I DID NOT want to be married to a Jesus freak.  Yes, I did that.  He knew that I meant it.

So it was with those thoughts he was making this decision – will I choose to follow Jesus even if my girlfriend breaks up with me? Well, Jesus won (thank God) and he became a full-on, devoted Jesus freak regardless of my reaction – my greatest nightmare!

I say that word, “freak,” with great tenderness because he loved God with all his heart from that day forward.  The Bible calls that being “born again.”  It’s the start of a new life in Christ.  That’s just too weird for many, including me at that time, to understand.  Yes, to me he had become someone I wouldn’t want to be with.

After about a month following his conversion experience, Tom took the step of faith to write me a letter to tell me what had happened to him. I remember sitting on the side of my bed in my dorm room reading that letter in utter shock, followed by hurt, followed by pretty intense anger.  I felt betrayed.  What about our “deal?”  What a jerk!

The utter devotion I had had for this sailor boy whom I had not seen for 7 months and wrote to EVERY day, twice a day was abruptly ended. I was ready to get even.  I fired a not-friendly letter back to him letting him know we were no longer engaged, and by the end of that weekend I had a new boyfriend.  (Seriously, this is so embarrassing).

I didn’t know it at the time, but I was in the thick of an intense spiritual battle. My life was at a fork in the road as Tom’s had been that would determine not only what my life direction would be, but more importantly my eternal destiny.

What’s pretty amazing is that although I was fighting against Tom and against God, my Heavenly Father was at work to save me even when I didn’t want to be saved or even know I needed it. Faithful people were praying for me – Tom’s friends on the ship and my sweet Melissa Dew.  While I thought I was a good person who didn’t need this “crutch” to make it through life, I was walking in spiritual darkness.

So how is it that Tom and I have been married for 45 years and most of those years have been spent in ministry? There must be a miracle in there somewhere – and there was.

Briefly speaking, a couple of weeks after the big “break up” Tom’s ship came into port and he was able to call me early one Saturday morning.   I hadn’t heard his voice for over a month and my heart melted.  “Oh, I can’t give this guy up even though he is a Jesus freak.  When we get back together and get married, he’ll forget about all this Jesus stuff.”  That was my plan!

We got married but my “plan” did not work out so good. It was the honeymoon to be forgotten and a few weeks into marriage I was lying in bed at night wondering how I could get out.  “Unequally yoked” is not easy for the believer or the non believer.

But God! He was not going to give up on me and friends were still praying.  (Maybe even Tom!)  I got a phone call that the other Jesus freak in my life,  Melissa Dew May, who wanted to come and visit us in California for her spring break.  “Great,”  I thought – “me and TWO Jesus freaks.”  Tom and Dew had a great time talking about Jesus.  I was the stranger in the room who was not fitting in well.  Fun.

But what a “coincidence!”   There was this revival going on that week at the church Tom was dragging me to every Sunday where the black congregation there was so sweet and loving I dreaded going.

Tom had to work the first night of the revival so I let Melissa talk me into going with her – a night I will never forget. A precious black pastor from Chicago shared the Gospel from Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount and the Beatitudes, Matthew 5:3-11.  I had never heard words like he spoke that night explaining that “blessed” (happy) are the poor in spirit (humble), the meek, the merciful, and the peacemakers.

The way he explained it, I knew that I wanted to be that kind of person. But wait.  I can never be that!  I need Jesus in my life!   I gave my heart to Jesus that night and I knew it was a forever commitment.  It wasn’t about escaping hell, although that came with the package.  It was about having the life change I was longing for but could never have apart from Jesus.  I remember feeling the love of God for me – that He would die for me.  How could I not have understood this before?

But did I rush home and excitedly share with Tom what had happened to me? NO!  I found it very difficult to say, “You were right,” after all the arguments we had had about the subject.  There was just one problem – I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face!  Without a word, he knew something had happened to me.

Yes, “something” had happened to me.  I was lost, but now I am found.

So, now 45 years later, I’m having a birthday and reflecting about life – about those days of decision and inner conflict. If not for the grace of God, where would I be?   I shudder to think.

My “life verse” is Romans 5:8 and maybe after reading this blog you will understand why. It says, “BUT GOD demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”  “Us” includes me.  I not only did not deserve God’s love, I arrogantly disregarded it.  He loved me anyway and that’s amazing!

“Us” also includes you, my reader friend. Perhaps you have not made that life-changing decision to be a follower of Jesus – to receive His sacrifice on the cross as payment for your sins.  Maybe like me, you don’t get it – but you can.  It just takes a simple prayer, “Jesus, please save me.”  The Bible says He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.  (I John 1:9)  Not that you will be perfect, but you will be forgiven!

So, while celebrating my 65th tomorrow, I will be remembering to thank God for all He has done in my life, my marriage and family and life in ministry.  I’m following Jesus and there’s no turning back.  If someone calls me a Jesus freak I will smile and remember how at one time I just didn’t get it either – but then I did.

Thanks for reading!


PS – This is a pic from those brand new, early days of new life in Christ  – two kids who have no idea all that God has before them!


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Seeing Jesus in Moses’ Tabernacle

One of the best parts of reading through the Bible is learning that there is one amazing, single redemption story from Genesis through Revelation.  Never has a book been written over thousands of years by dozens of authors and remain one miraculous story!

The Bible is not a collection of random acts and teachings.  It is God revealing through every character, every situation, every prophecy, every word, His plan to bring man back into a complete knowledge and relationship with Him as He had intended to have with Adam and Eve culminating with Jesus’ return to earth as King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

By the time we study the life of Moses in Exodus, God is opening the plan of salvation even wider for all to see through the details of design and operation of the Tabernacle of Moses – not only God’s desire to have relationship with His chosen people, but to give understanding through “types and shadows” seen in the Tabernacle of the coming of the Messiah to save the whole world.

Just as the work that God does in each of our lives is a beautiful story, so, too, the Tabernacle is a beautiful picture of the character and nature of God.  There are many more details of the Tabernacle than we can mention here, but just an overview I believe will increase our understanding of the goodness,  beauty, and awe-inspiring holiness of God.

So here are the Hebrew people, thousands in number,  in the middle of the desert.  Where did they get all the resources to build this beautiful place of worship?  We see the prophetic answer in Genesis 15:14. God spoke to Abraham that his descendants would spend 400 years in captivity but would come out with great possessions – and they did! The Egyptians were so glad to see them leave that they gave them anything they wanted!

God gave Moses the instructions of what to build and how to build it – after He had already arranged for the materials they needed to be at their disposal and the talented men and women came out of Egypt who could design, weave, build, and sculpt every detail.



We begin at the entrance door – there was only one way to enter the presence of the Lord. It was wide and the pattern in the tapestry looks like the outstretched arms of the Lord welcoming all who would come.  (Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. John 14:6)




The next thing we see is the Brazen Altar where the burnt offerings were presented every morning and night. This altar was a type of the cross where Christ would offer Himself as a pure offering before God on behalf of sinners. It stood on an elevated place to remind us of the “mountain of God” where Moses received the commandments of the Lord and also of the place Jesus was raised up at Golgotha.




Next is the Brazen Laver which was filled with water and had no measurements, for cleansing before the priest entered the Holy Place. This reminds us of Titus 3:5 – the washing of the water of the Word.




The Tabernacle itself contained the Holy Place and the Holy of Holies. It had four coverings – each one significant:

  1. The outer layer was badger skin – the badger was a loner and vigilant.
  2. The next layer was of dyed red rams’ skin representing the sacrifice of Jesus life.
  3. The next layer was of goats’ hair – the garment of the prophets.
  4. The final covering which was seen from the inside of the tabernacle was an intricately woven tapestry of heavenly hosts (cherubim). The cherubim were angelic beings associated with guarding and bearing God’s throne and represented the worship of God Almighty.




The Holy Place contained three key elements –

  1. The Table of Showbread which symbolized Jesus, the Bread of Life. There were twelve loaves representing the twelve tribes of Israel and the twelve disciples signifying “authority for administration.”
  2. The Golden Lampstand served as a symbol of God as the light that was the guide for the children of Israel and a type (picture) of Christ, the Light of the world. It was made from solid gold – 75 pounds. The holy oil that was used in the Lampstand represented the presence of the Holy Spirit.
  3. The Altar of Incense was used to offer up the most pleasing and acceptable aroma that can be imagined representing the prayers of God’s people ascending up to God. The intricate recipe for the incense was holy and was never to be used outside of the tabernacle (or later the temple) worship.




The Holy of Holies was only entered one time a year on the Day of Atonement or Yom Kippur by only the High Priest. His white garment represented purity from sin and he entered with the bowl of sacrifice in a cloud of incense.

This room contained the Ark which contained the pot of manna (God’s provision), the rod of Aaron (representing the priesthood), and the tablets of the Law (the Word of God).

The Mercy Seat that covered the Ark was made of solid gold and above were the two cherubim focusing their gaze on the Mercy Seat. They were symbols of God’s power in creation and in providence.



It must have been an amazing and awe-inspiring view from inside the Holy Place and in particular the Holy of Holies. And from the outside was seen the pillar of fire by night and the column of cloud in the daytime.



As we study the Old Testament and especially the books of the Law, we can be so thankful as New Testament believers that, because of Jesus sacrifice which we are preparing to recognize in the coming weeks, we no longer have to endure the rigid system of the temple sacrifice and law. But all of these things have been given to us, “for our learning.” (Romans 15:4)

After Jesus rose from the grave and met with His disciples, Luke 24:27 says, “From Moses and all the prophets He interpreted to them in all the scriptures the things concerning Himself.” It is so important to study and understand all the scriptures that have been given to us!

We’ve only scratched the surface of what can be explored in studying the Tabernacle of Moses, but I pray that you will be inspired as you see the beautiful plan of God to redeem us and have relationship with us!

May you pursue God by putting your roots down deeper and deeper into His Word!

Blessings to you, Readers!


Source: The Tabernacle of God in the Wilderness of Sinai by Kiene.

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When Friendship Bites the Dust and Other Life Lessons from the Book of Job

I usually open a blog post with, “Hello Friends!”  I guess I assume people are reading because they have some level of relationship with me – even if it is just a connection regarding the topic we are addressing.  But true “friendship” means so much more than a passing connection through the internet as I’m sure you would agree.

We have just concluded reading through the Book of Job in our reading through the Bible 2017 study.  Always a challenging read to be sure!  I appreciate the help of my favorite commentary when studying Job – Pastor Jack Hayford in the Sprit Filled Life Bible study is VERY helpful.

Job is a very unique book – an ancient writing, author and date uncertain.  What is certain is that Job was a real man who lived the experiences recorded in the Book of Job because he is referred to in several other scriptures including Ez. 14:14 and James 5:11.

The greatest lesson to be learned from Job is that the Godly will suffer.  Does that conflict with what you have been taught about God?  To be sure, God “allowed”  Satan to bring seemingly unbearable affliction upon Job – loss of his prized possessions, loss of his beloved children, and finally, the loss of his health.  Could life get any worse for Job?

Yes, and it did.  His “friends” came to comfort Job.  The Bible tells us they were so shocked at Job’s condition they couldn’t speak for seven days.  That was a good thing for someone to do for a suffering friend.  (Don’t preach at them, just be there!)

When they started preaching at Job, however, giving him each their version of what was wrong with him and how he MUST have sinned for his life to get so bad, Job’s problems went from feeling pretty doggone bad down there in the dust to complete despair.  That’s how it feels when friends misunderstand you, criticize you, and turn your confidence and trust in them against you.  Have you been there?

I recently read a blog by a pastor who was explaining how difficult it can be to maintain friendships in ministry.  He was talking about something that every pastor and pastor’s wife can relate to because it happens to all of us.  You can have years and years and dozens of wonderful as well as trying experiences with “friends,” and continue to be friends – UNTIL – until a situation arises that someone in the relationship thinks is a “deal breaker.”  Those times do happen in our lives over issues that cannot be resolved but most of the time I have seen the “break up” comes as a result of a lack of commitment to working through difficulties by honest communication followed by mutual understanding.  Whatever the noble cause, bottom line – it hurts.

We are so good at focusing on the “flaws,” or even worse yet, believing a “bad report” that we fail to investigate fairly or – imagine this – overlook because we know our friend so well and have made a commitment to “think the best” even when we might be seeing the worst.  I’ve done it and I realize it is the plan of the enemy to separate friends.  We do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but so many times – we do!  (Ephesians 6:12)

Job’s friends drove him further into the dust and despair through their lack of compassion and understanding.  If we have ever experienced abandonment of friends, we must remember Job – he was deserted.  He had to stand alone.  But Job erred in that he failed to recognize the sovereignty of God goes way beyond our circumstances.  If we are being tried by fire, it can only be for our good.  God had a whole new level of relationship with Job waiting on the other side of that time of testing!

There will be times we will be misunderstood, even perhaps accused and misjudged by those who we thought we could always depend on.

Our faith, as was Job’s,  will be tried and tested.  Friends may disappoint.  Remember that ALL of Jesus’ closest friends deserted Him the night He was arrested. It’s interesting what Hebrews 5:8 says of Jesus, “Even though Jesus was God’s son, He learned obedience through the things He suffered.”

In this life we are all on the Potter’s wheel being molded and shaped into the image of Christ for as long as we live.  (Jeremiah 18)  And ultimately we are learning there is only One who will never leave us or forsake us.  (Hebrews 13:5)

As Job laid in the dust of his suffering and feelings of abandonment,  there came a “suddenly” experience.  God steps onto the scene and everything changes!  Our hero, Job, especially experienced God working in a way he never could have seen coming.

With the presence of God Almighty on the scene, restoration happened PDQ.  Job’s friends brought the offering required by God for their restoration, Job repented of his wrong attitude towards God, prayed for his friends, received healing and complete restoration that went double over and beyond what he had possessed before including ten wonderful children.  AND he lived another 140 years to enjoy his prosperity!

What does God expect from me in relationship to my friends?  Proverbs 17:17 makes it pretty clear, “A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.”  Oh, if that could only work all the time – especially when a friendship is tried by fire.  Will we remember our commitment to love at ALL TIMES?

In our lifetimes, we will in some way be connected to hundreds if not thousands of different people.  If you are blessed with friends, hold them close and do not let them go.  Think the best even if you see the worst.

Don’t believe an evil report about a friend!  Investigate if you must – to their face.  (Matthew 18)  Confront, when confrontation is necessary.  After all, any friendship worth its weight must include accountability.  But it must also include commitment.

What if your faithful friendship is what sustains a brother or sister in Christ to overcome adversity so great they might think they can’t make it.  Remember our friendships mean the most, not in the good times, but in the most difficult times.

We can learn so many wonderful lessons from the Book of Job.  In 2017, I am learning being tried by fire may mean losing some friends.  It will be ok.  What has been lost, God will cause to be restored double – IF I turn my heart to trust Him above all.  He is THE FRIEND that sticks closer than a brother.

Thanks so much for reading!










paths to connect in Him. – without which no relationship can survive.



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Do You Know Saint Valentine?


Who was this man who inspires the holiday of love? Was he a myth or a legend?  Oh, he was real alright – history tells us that.

But Saint Valentine’s life has little to do with “romance” – especially as it is celebrated in western culture today.  But it does have to do with “love” – but it’s a love that few human beings have known or expressed as Valentine did.  Certainly not a human love but the God-kind of love that would cause someone to, even under the threat of death, to be willing to lay down their life for their faith.

St. Valentine was a Roman priest during the reign of the emperor Claudias who was a persecutor of the church in the late 3rd century.  Claudias also had an edict that prohibited the marriage of young people (not a value in Roman society). This was based on the hypothesis that unmarried soldiers fought better than married soldiers because married soldiers might be afraid of what might happen to them or their wives or families if they died and Romans were always at war with someone.

Rome at this time was evidently a very permissive society where polygamy was common; but the church was encouraging marriage between one man and one woman for life. So this priest, Valentine, was secretly marrying couples who wanted to honor God in their relationship through a Christian marriage ceremony.

For this, Valentine was imprisoned and martyred because he would not deny his faith and suffered a three part execution through beating, stoning, and finally, after refusing to recant his faith in Christ, was decapitated.

Martyrdom such as Valentine experienced was not uncommon during this time.  During the 300 years after Jesus resurrection and the formation of the Christian faith, estimates range from 100,000 to 2,000,000 Christians were martyred for their faith.  Christianity just did not fit into the Roman culture where it was expected for citizens to worship the emperor, celebrate Roman pagan holidays, and fit in with the Roman lifestyle of immorality.

Severe persecution of Christians began under the reign of Nero in 64 A.D and continued until the Edict of Milan by Constantine in 313 A.D.  What is very interesting when studying Church History, during the years of persecution Christianity flourished in numbers and in devotion.  You would think people would be fleeing from the group being persecuted!  Instead they were attracted to the faith that offered a new life in Christ and eternal life to come.

What happened when persecution stopped and Christianity became the “state religion” in 313?  Very sadly, the church became complacent and in many arenas, corrupt.  Very interesting indeed!

In Rome today many people make the pilgrimage to a church built to honor the courage and memory of this Christian saint, Valentine. Funny (or maybe not) we don’t hear much about the real life of St. Valentine!

It’s a sobering thought to consider the sacrifice of many martyrs who, for the cause of Christ, have willingly laid down their lives.

Remember what we recently read in Matthew 22:37, 39 – that we are to LOVE God with all our heart, soul, and mind – the greatest commandment; and the second – LOVE our neighbor as ourself.

John 15:13 says, “Greater LOVE has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.”

Where we are reading in Matthew at this time is a demonstration of the ultimate LOVE – Jesus laying down his life for us. I certainly do not consider myself to have been worthy of this kind of LOVE –to be considered a friend of Jesus. I was one who was rebellious towards God and did not deserve His LOVE. But in His mercy, He gave it anyway – the God-kind of LOVE in action offering the ultimate sacrifice for those who were so undeserving.

So, knowing the example of St. Valentine and thousands of other martyrs, it seems some time during this holiday to reflect on how the LOVE of Christ that has been poured out on us would be appropriate; and in addition to showing extra affection and attention to our family and friends, let’s show some love to the unlovely as Jesus did.  His love changed people’s lives.

Am I even brave enough to ask the Lord to show me who HE would have me “love” during this holiday season?  What if that someone is someone I don’t feel comfortable around?  It would be easier to love a stranger than some people I know.  (True confession here!)  Would St. Valentine do that?  Most likely, yes.  And it will do me good!

Let me be the first to wish you, Happy SAINT Valentines Day!  Spread the word, he was a saint worth remembering.

Thanks for reading!


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