Biological Racism

James 1:5 If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. 6 But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. 7 That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord; 8 he is a double-minded man, unstable in all he does.

When my husband proposed marriage, he wrote a beautiful, heartfelt crafted letter enumerating reasons he believed the Lord meant for us to share our lives. My husband’s letter looked nothing like the following list of “Reasons to Marry” written by a very different creature who does not share our love for Christ.


Happy Thanksgiving

Since moving to New England, many of my Disneyized-views of the “Pilgrims”, have been put to rest.


Christianity - It's Not A Game

“Christianity is not merely a set of ideas and practices and feelings designed for our psychological well-being, whether designed by God or man. That’s not what Christianity is.

Christianity begins with the conviction that God is an objective reality outside ourselves. We do not make him what he is by thinking a certain way about him. As Francis Schaefer said, he is the God who is there.

We don’t make him. He makes us.

We don’t decide what he is going to be like. He decides what we are going to be like.

He created the universe, and it has the meaning he gives it, not the meaning we give it. If we give it a meaning different from his, we are fools. And our lives will be tragic in the end.

Christianity is not a game; it’s not a therapy.


Jesus Loves You

The words “Jesus Loves You” has the potential to be as cheap and fake as what I believe this Google Maps image to be. I say the Google image is “oh, so PhotoShopped” whereas the husband is in agreement with those who say it’s real.


Nothing's Too Hard for God

Job 40: 1 And the LORD said to Job: 2 “Shall a faultfinder contend with the Almighty? He who argues with God, let him answer it.” 3 Then Job answered the LORD: 4 “Behold, I am of small account; what shall I answer thee? I lay my hand on my mouth. 5 I have spoken once, and I will not answer; twice, but I will proceed no further.” 6 Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind: 7 “Gird up your loins like a man; I will question you, and you declare to me. 8 Will you even put me in the wrong? Will you condemn me that you may be justified? 9 Have you an arm like God, and can you thunder with a voice like his?

A friend is dying. If I had written what was on my heart, six months ago, I would have revealed an inclination toward rumbling with my God, the One with a voice that can thunder.


Calling God 'Allah'

Matthew 23:15 “Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for you traverse sea and land to make a single proselyte, and when he becomes a proselyte, you make him twice as much a child of hell as yourselves.”

There’s no gentle way to put this. Catholics in Europe have been sucking up to Muslims for quite some time. It appears their Roman Catholic clergy are now properly brainwashed, and like good hypocrites, setting out to encourage others down the same path to hell. European Christians are being urged to call God ‘Allah’, reported World Net Daily

“Tiny Muskens, the bishop of Breda, told the Dutch TV program “Network” Monday night he believes God doesn’t mind what he is called, Radio Netherlands Worldwide reported.”


Fabulous Hummers

Walking the dog early one morning this week, enjoying the pre-dawn New Hampshire mist, a little visitor swooped down, with a flash of color out of the morning sky. A beautiful Ruby-throated Hummingbird hovered inches from my face, inspecting me bill-to-nose. The humming of his nearly invisible wings was mesmerizing. I fought the urge to reach out, offering him a mid-air perch, a strange sounding proposition to most people. Then again, they haven’t been where I’ve been, or seen what I’ve seen. After spending nearly six years in Utah, my desire for a connection with the miraculous little creature seemed quite natural, something I’d come to expect. Diane Fossey had her gorillas in the Rwanda mist. I had my no-less humble hummers in the Rocky Mountain highs of Utah.


Letters to a Young Christian

There is a way of thinking, a thought process, by which one recognizes brethren who are “equally yoked”. While it’s wonderful when it occurs in one’s own designated time period of life, there’s even greater comfort when Brethren of the past are recognized through their writings. When I read writings which are tens of generations or even centuries old, ranging from the 19th century to those of Psalms, I never fail to be humbled by the sameness, the continuity of the Lord. While we humans stumble about, changing our philosophical, ethical and political mores, the wisdom of the Lord is unchanging. It is a knowledge not of the natural mind, but rather, through the wisdom of Christ which makes those who are like-minded known to us. An example is a book I found online in the Making of America series, written in 1852 by Sarah Jackson. I probably shouldn’t be as surprised as I am when I run across writings from the 19th Century, such as Ms. Jackson’s, which have far more in common with today, sadly, than not….


Inward Renewal - Cure for Fatigue

One piece of Scripture is perfectly suited for celebrating the upcoming God-ordained event of my birth. If I received a card with this verse on it, every single year until the Lord called me home, I would be perfectly content. Its meaning would never become dull or repetitious. The source of its joy, rather than earthly blessings, draws my eyes to the real purpose of why I exist, why I was born.

Those in today’s modern “church” aren’t often encouraged by its message, but instead shift uncomfortably at its lack of pretense and abundant in-your-face reality which no amount of anti-depressants, talk-therapy, wealth of material goods, high self-esteem, over-achieving children or plastic surgery can deter.


Anne Frank's Chestnut Tree....

“Our chestnut tree is in full blossom. It is covered with leaves and is even more beautiful than last year…” – Anne Frank, 13 May 1944

Anne Frank’s 150-year-old chestnut tree is dying, a fungus turning its beautiful green leaves to a crisp, lifeless brown. Braving the rats in the attic of her secret annex, Anne spent rare moments of solitude looking out the window into the leaves of the lush tree, in what was to be her only glimpse of nature in the two years she spent hiding. Her awareness of minute details must have intensified, with each subtle color shift of sky, light playing off leaves or movements of the breeze, sharpening her observations of nature – of man, creation and God.