Buoys

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I spent some time at the beach last week.
 
A series of buoys marked the boundary for safe swimming. I watched the waves crash in from every direction and batter those buoys. 
 
They were anchored, though. 
 
We have an anchor. Hebrews 6:19 says "This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast."
 
What hope? The promise God made to redeem us and bless us.
 
The waves will come against us.
 
We are anchored.
 
And the anchor will hold. God promised it would.
 
 

Running with Endurance

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Last Monday, I ran farther than I had ever run before – nearly 7 miles. I left the house a little after 5 and got home around 6:15. I ran the whole time. 72 minutes. (Yeah, I'm pretty slow.) Not only that, but it was my third straight "longest ever." I'm not doing anything different than what I did last summer when I couldn't break 5.5 miles. Well, maybe there's one thing different – I'm learning the mental side to running. I'm learning my body can do more than I realized if I don't give in to its whining. I'm also learning to listen to my internal "coach" and not the "critic." Who knows, I may be running a half marathon before the season is out.
 
Of course, all this has a spiritual application. We can do far more for the cause of Christ than we realize ("all things," the apostle Paul said in Philippians 4:13). However, it is all too easy to listen to that voice inside. You know, the one that says, "That will never work." Or, "You're not qualified." Or, "You're just one person. You'll never make a difference." 
 
How would things change if we listened to our Holy Spirit "coach" instead? What would our families and churches and neighborhoods be like if we grabbed hold of, "You have everything you need. You've got this." Or, "That discomfort is because you're doing something. Keep going!" Or "Look how far you've gone!"
 
When God called us, He equipped us. We can do the ministry He's given us to do. We can. He has infused us with the Holy Spirit. But we have to make the effort and we have to endure.
 
(A side note: Endure doesn't mean "exhaust yourself." Sometimes we have to make sure we are running the race God has laid out and not running extra miles someone else piles on us.)
 
Bottom line- Don't quit. Hang on and push through, and you'll start to see amazing things happen. 
 
"…[L]et us run with endurance the race that is set before us" Hebrews 12:1
 
 
(PS- I'm shooting for 8 miles by the end of the month!)  

Mercy. Grace. Help.

 

 
veritas keyFor we do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need. Hebrews 4:15-16
 
Hebrews is my favorite book. It details the tremendous things we have, how much better it is with Christ.
 
A High Priest. Access. Mercy. Grace. Help.
 
Jesus Christ ushers us before the throne of God and makes sure we are treated with kindness (undeserved, but poured on us anyway).
 
And we can enter boldly and ask, confident that we will receive.
 
Mercy. Grace. Help.

My Brother Youcef

 

Youcef NadarkhaniHave you been following the story of Youcef Nadarkhani? He's my brother. 
 
He's a pastor in Iran, with a wife and two little boys. He's been in prison since 2009. He's under a death penalty that can be carried out at any time because he refuses to renounce his faith in Jesus Christ. As of Monday this week he was still alive, his case awaiting further review.
 
171,000 believers are martyred every year.
 
Still. Not in Roman times, but in 2011, and 2010, and 2009… 
 
In the time it takes us to sit through a worship service, 20 men, women and children die because of their unyielding commitment to Christ. 
 
I think of them when our Bible study group meets in comfort and safety. I think of them when I look at my shelves with multiple copies of the Bible that I can legally own.
 
I don't know why God requires so much of my brothers and sisters. Maybe He knows my limits. I have trouble when my husband goes on a trip- my brain would snap if he were imprisoned and sentenced to death. Maybe He knows fighting to keep my testimony in a culture of lazy materialism is all the challenge I can handle. That shames me. At the same time, I'm too comfortable, too afraid to desire a greater challenge.
 
Hebrews 13:3 says "Remember the prisoners as if chained with them—those who are mistreated—since you yourselves are in the body also."
 
Remember with me. Pray with me. For Youcef and for the millions like him and his family across the world. God has not forgotten them. He is keeping a record. 
 
 
For more information, check Voice of the Martyrs and Open Doors USA

 

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Attacked While Running

 

barn owl(To my friends who have heard this story… I ask for your patient indulgence.)

I'm typically cautious when I run. I don't use headphones so I can hear everything around me. I make sure I'm visible. (My favorite black shirt is retired for the season because it's so dark in the mornings now.) I carry my cell phone, and I really watch the pavement for uneven spots.
 
Yesterday, I headed out, ready to conquer my 'southern' route. Early out the road dips down toward a creek between the grade school and a wooded park. (It's nice to get that hill out of the way.) I had run the downhill side and was just about to start up when I got hit on the top of my head! My first thought was that it was a bat – a fat, clumsy bat, maybe. I didn't see anything though. I hoped it wasn't somebody in the woods throwing rocks at me. Finally, I decided it was something from the trees, a piece of bark or something that seemed bigger than it was because it surprised me. Okay. Whew.
 
Then it happened again!
 
And this time I saw it. An owl. A good-sized owl had thumped me. (I say 'thumped,' because there were no talons involved. Thankfully!)
 
After a little investigation, we found out she's a barn owl, and a regular 'thump-er.' At least three other runners have encountered her. The Department of Natural Resources tells us that in a few weeks – maybe when her babies are bigger, or gone – she won't be as aggressive. Even so, this morning… I changed my route. Just to be safe.
 
So what's the lesson? 
 
1. Even if you think you're cautious and well-prepared, attacks can come from the most unexpected places and using the most unexpected means. I've seen plenty of deer, dogs and even one skunk on my morning runs, but it was the owl that got me. We can be prayed up, studied up, tight with God and that doesn't exempt us. Don't be surprised or dismayed. Which brings me to my next lesson…
 
2. Keep running. Granted, I checked more than once to make sure I was just sweating and not bleeding, and I was really jumpy for the rest of the run. but I kept going. I ended up making both my marks for distance. I didn't let the attack prevent me from reaching my goal.
 
Stay alert! Watch out for your great enemy, the devil. He prowls around like a roaring lion, looking for someone to devour. 1 Peter 5:8 NLT
 
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. Hebrews 12:1 NLT