Beautiful Births – Both of Them

They are reborn—not with a physical birth resulting from human passion or plan, but a birth that comes from God. Joh 1:13 [NLT]

The reasons people have children are not always pure. Some children are born from a beautiful love story. Others arrive as surprises. Still others are conceived beneath the weight of unmet longings, broken marriages, hidden agendas, or a parent’s hope to fill an ache no child was meant to carry.

But not so with God. His passion is pure. His planning is holy. His love for those He creates begins before conception, before there is breath, before a name is ever chosen. His purposes are not fragile. His affection does not depend on our performance. His plans are not destroyed by our sin.

Our first birth was not a mistake. God fashioned each of us in our mother’s womb. However flawed the circumstances around our beginning may have been, the Author of life was not absent. He does all things well, and there is no shame in being alive. Our existence is not something to apologize for. It is something to revere.

Our second birth was not a mistake either. By the Word, through the Spirit, God gave us life again. We were born once by His creative will and are born again by His unfathomable mercy.

You and I were loved before we knew Him.
We are loved now.
He had plans for us before we ever embraced them.
He has plans for us still.

Flawed humanity may have shaped our early years, but a holy God began the re-parenting of our souls at the new birth. We are in safe hands. He is not careless. He is not confused. He is perfect, and we are secure.

Lord, for every one who is holding their breath in uncertainty, draw near and teach them how to exhale. Amen

When a Child Hears The Gospel

But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God. John 1:12 [NLT]

The Gospel is simple enough for a child to grasp. I know. I heard it preached in an evangelistic crusade when I was seven years old. I was glued to the speaker and transfixed. I could hardly breathe. I remember the knot in my stomach when I heard that there was a great gulf space between God and me. I also remember the ache in my heart when I realized that my sin was the reason for it. I knew that I’d do anything to end the separation between us.

For several years prior, since I was three, I had experienced the strong presence of Jesus. He was near when I sat at the piano, closed my eyes and tried to play the music I heard in my soul. So strong was His presence that I fell in love with Him.

Many benefits are shared with people when they are encouraged to accept Christ. You know them. 1.) You can have a changed life. 2.) You can have your sins forgiven and your guilt removed. 3.) You can escape the fires of hell and know, for certain, that heaven will be your home. 4.) You can be adopted by God and delivered from the captivity of the enemy.

All of these are true. But, to me, the only reason that really matters is that you can draw near to God and live life with Him. No more distance. No more longing. No more looking for the treasure. He is the treasure and, through repentance, He becomes my Treasure. My adoption papers prove new parentage. God is my Father. Jesus is my Savior and Friend. And, the Holy Spirit is my Counselor. They are active, faithful, and will take me all the way home.

You drew me to You so long ago. And the wonder of Your nearness has never left. Amen

Can’t See In a Fog!

The one who is the true light, who gives light to everyone, was coming into the world.
John 1:9 [NLT]

At creation, when darkness and chaos ruled the earth, the Word said, ‘Let there be light.’ Immediately, light brought order out of disorder.

It’s tough to be in a desperate situation that lacks clarity. I was there less than a week ago.  I felt like I was in a dark fog.  I asked God for understanding, and I didn’t have to wait too long before light began to permeate my dark landscape. He illumined what had been shadowed, and I started to enjoy clearer vision. He put a magnifying glass over the twisted strands of thread, and all of a sudden, I could see the steps I needed to take to untangle what was knotted.  

How about you?  Yesterday, perhaps you felt lost. Today, you discovered God’s plan. Yesterday, you grasped at spiritual straws. Today, some puzzle pieces have clicked into place. Yesterday, you had faith but no vision. Today, your prayers have precision, and you can see Jesus’ footprints before you.

Right now, the Light of the world is affecting other people’s dark landscapes. He’s curing spiritual blindness and allowing an unbeliever to see the glory of Jesus. He’s lighting up a concept that correctly diagnoses what has held another captive. For a Bible teacher, He’s enlightening a passage and imparting spiritual understanding. For a mother on her knees, He is unveiling the spiritual condition of her child so that she can apply spiritual cures. For a business owner sitting alone at his desk, overwhelmed, God is revealing the reasons for the discord within his company and leading him to replace worldly business strategies with kingdom principles.

Light is a life-saving thing, is it not? When God gives it, confusion loses its throne, and darkness is forced to yield. The Light of the world does not merely brighten a room; He exposes, heals, guides, and resurrects what was buried in shadows. 

Oh, Light of the world, You entered my darkness with authority and mercy.  Thank you!  Amen

Shaped To Be Peculiar

God sent a man, John the Baptist, to tell about the light so that everyone might believe because of his testimony. John 1:6 [NLT]

God sent so many of his servants to a literal desert to set them apart from family, and from society, to prepare them to be different. A person can live in isolation in a tent if he knows it’s just for a weekend but let him live that way for years and he will return peculiar. He will not be governed by the mindset of the mainstream.

This was John the Baptist. The desert was his home. He didn’t look like, eat like, or talk like anyone else. He was God’s peculiar servant. Isolation in the wilderness shaped him to craft the message of repentance that would prepare the path for the Messiah.

Elizabeth and Zachariah were his parents. Both encountered God uniquely and lived out their faith at home. But greater than even that was the pre-natal encounter John had with pre-born Jesus in Mary’s womb. Any child who encounters the Spirit of the living Christ is not like other children. He is marked, set apart, and uniquely wired to live differently. John, throughout his life, would not be edited. No biblical text hints that he was shy to speak. He was willing to offend even the most religious and leave them trembling with either anger, or with conviction.

John’s life challenges me in powerful ways. I encountered the Spirit of the living Christ at 3 years old. I sensed Jesus near me and it happened repeatedly, especially when sitting at the piano. That kind of early holy encounter should have made me fearless. It should have given me a voice that lived out loud, like John’s. But I grew up in a home where the unspoken family mission was to offend no one. I learned to measure my words before I spoke them, to soften my convictions before they were rejected, and to live under the power of other people’s edits.

I want to infect the atmosphere with the language of the peculiar; with words that are shaped by heaven, with courage born of conviction, and with love strong enough to tell the truth.

Lord, I do not want to spend my life translating holy fire into acceptable language.

Singing Through Our Tears

The light shines in darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it. John 1:5 [NLT]

Our enemy knows that God is Light.

He has seen what we have only believed by faith. He once beheld the brilliance of God’s glory and knew the radiance of heaven before pride corrupted him. He knows there is no shadow in God, no weakness in His holiness, no dimming of His splendor. He knows, better than we often remember, that darkness has never been equal to Light.

So why does he still wage war against the children of God? Daniel says he will “wear out the saints of the Most High.” And perhaps this is his strategy, not to defeat the Light, but to exhaust those who carry it.

Doesn’t he know that God’s children will tap into the ‘surpassing power of God’s greatness to all who believe?” (Ephesians 1:19)
Doesn’t he know that we are well aware that victory over him was declared at Calvary?
Doesn’t he know that we have read the scriptures and celebrate that Satan was paraded in defeat and humiliation before the whole spirit world? (Colossians 2:15)
Doesn’t he know that we know our Bible and know the gift of God’s armor and put it on? (Ephesians 6)
Isn’t he aware that Paul calls it the ‘armor of Light’? (Romans 13:12)
Hasn’t he learned that we are aware of both our powerlessness in the flesh but our invincibility in the power of the name of Jesus?

Yes, he knows. But he also knows how fragile faith can feel in the hour of pain. He knows that distress often speaks before doctrine does. He knows that fear can rise in the body before truth finds its voice. He knows that when battle follows battle, and weariness settles deep into our bones, we may be tempted to stop rehearsing what is true. He counts on exhaustion.
He counts on confusion. Hardship becomes more than something to survive. It becomes the place where faith learns to stand. Weak places are strengthened and crippling fears are brought to the Light of the world.

It is possible to sing through tears. It is possible to tremble and still trust. God’s hand is, right now, already beneath me.

The world may shake, but You, Lord, are unshakable. Let Your Light rise in every dark place in me until fear remembers it has already lost. Amen.

Collaborators Without Conflict

God created everything through him, and nothing was created except through him. John 1:3 [NLT]

God and Jesus. Co-creators. Not Creator and Created-One. Both God. Both infinite. Co-artists and designers of the heavens and the earth.

These two parts of the Trinity worked together in tandem. There was never a glitch in their relationship. In their glorious perfection, they did their work in a harmonious partnership. There was no tension in their creativity. There were no disagreements over ideas. There was no striving for prominence. Competition was absent. There was no withholding of praise for the other’s work. In the beautiful slow dance of the Three-in-one, ideas were born, developed, and expanded, and then implemented without interruption.

What can I learn from their holy synergy? A lot. Two people who work together in the flesh will clash. Even collaboration at its best. Ah, but two people, full of the Spirit, sample a taste of Godhead synergy. Obsessed with glorifying God, they enjoy many of the same characteristics that God and Jesus experienced: an absence of tension, disagreements, and competition. When there’s a hiccup produced by the flesh, they rely on supernatural help to identify the problem and then work things out until kingdom rhythm resumes.

I am not like you, and you are not like anyone else. In our differences, there can be joy in kingdom collaboration. Have you known it? I have. They are usually endeavors in which everyone involved gathers on their knees to seek God’s help and blessing.

So much is still being created that has never been created before ~ by You, Yahweh, and the Word. Together, You both speak things into existence that nurture my world. Thank you for constructing my path today. Amen

In The Beginning

In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.  John 1:1

Ancestry.com has grown in popularity, and many people have spent years constructing their personal genealogy. I have shared meals with those who love to talk about their discoveries. Their faces brighten. Their voices lift. They tell me where their family came from, whose blood runs in their veins, and what hidden stories were waiting in the branches of their family tree.

Often, they discover they are not as peculiar as they thought. They resemble the people who came before them. I once met a woman who said she traced her family line all the way back to Adam. I did not ask how.

If I am willing to live by faith, I can believe that my beginnings are rooted in Someone even earlier than Adam. “In the beginning God…” “In the beginning was the Word…” Before Adam was formed from dust, God was there. Before there was breath in human lungs, the Word was there. Before any name appeared in any genealogy, Father, Son, and Spirit existed in the Holy Trinity. Behind every family tree is a Person, not nothingness.

To understand who I am, I must know where I came from and why I was created. I cannot sit across the table from a four-hundred-year-old ancestor and ask, “Who am I? Why am I here? What story do I belong to?” But I can ask the Word. And He is not silent.

He tells me that my life is not accidental, my story is not random, and my origin is not merely biological. My history began before history, in the mind and heart of God. The internet may give me access to Ancestry.com. The Scriptures do something infinitely better. They give me access to my ancestry in God.

You are the foundation beneath every life and every name. My history began in the cradle of Your heart. Amen

Belonging

For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39

Ever wonder where you belong?

Even in the healthiest homes, children can grow up with a quiet ache of lostness. Later, they may have no memory of ever fully relaxing into a safe embrace, the kind that lets every muscle soften, every guard fall, every fear unclench. So they move into adulthood carrying a deep hunger for belonging.   But because they are driven by need, they stretch out their arms indiscriminately. Others own them and hurt them. 

And even in the best of churches, believers can feel lost. Dysfunctional congregational life sets them up to stay on the sidelines, wondering where they fit in. Community seems to belong to the naturally confident or the fortunate few already part of a circle. Others stand just outside, wondering if there is really a place for them at all.

Oh, there are no safe masters except Jesus. Our life with Him began when we believed and trusted Him with our souls. We stepped through the Door. But many of us entered and then stopped short. We were saved but still cautious. Still standing near the threshold. Afraid of intimacy. Afraid of surrender. Afraid that if we come too close, we may be hurt again. So we linger, stiff and guarded.

Steve Brown, of Key Life Ministries, said, Many come to Jesus to get saved but don’t stay long enough to get loved.”

He can heal our timidity. We can rest. We can breathe. It’s imperative in the days we live because only those with a burning love for God can endure the intensity of living in an increasingly godless age. This was the hallmark of the early Christians who went to their death singing. They had been loved deeply enough that even martyrdom could not separate them from joy.

Like a baby in a mother’s arms, I live securely with You. Amen

Conquests

No, in all these things (tribulation, distress, famine, nakedness, danger & sword) we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us.  Romans 8:37

What does it mean to be a conqueror as it relates to suffering? If I do the right things, pray the right prayers, or gather enough verses to recite by faith, can I make suffering disappear? Is there a hidden formula that eradicates tribulation, danger, and distress?

Only time with God (and the Holy Spirit tutoring that comes with age) has taught me otherwise. God does not always enable me to conquer suffering by removing it. He enables me to conquer the temptations that come with it, things like despair, hopelessness, terror, unbelief, and the suspicion that God has forsaken me. You could expand the list, I’m sure. There are many dark theological points that pain tries to preach.

The weapon that God makes available to me to ensure that I will come out of suffering with my faith in tact is the Word of God. It’s the rudder that steadies my mind when my heart is riding the waves. Good theology is not a luxury for calm days. It is survival for the storm. Concrete beliefs about God’s character, sovereignty, nearness, and love become anchors when my emotions are tossed around like twigs in a tornado.

Pain is persuasive. The accuser is cruel. And when I am weakened by suffering, their voices can feel too strong for me. But God is my strong tower. His truth speaks louder than my fear. His promises hold me steady when my feelings make me tremble. When I cling to what He has spoken, I realize that I’ve been safe in His arms all along. I can conquer every mental and emotional frailty.

This is how I conquer—not by escaping every flame, but by refusing to let the fire consume my faith.

Lord, You stood with the three men in the furnace, and not even the smell of smoke clung to them. Stand with me in every fire I must endure. Amen

Re-adjusting My Expectations

As it is written: “For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.” Romans 8:36

My faith can be that fragile unless I learn to cultivate something deeper, a faith not dependent on fulfilled expectations.

When I cry out in need and Jesus answers with a miracle so dazzling that I want to declare His glory from the rooftops, I can drift into entitlement. I begin to expect that kind of rescue every time. It does not occur to me that the next answer may wear a different face. His love does not weaken when signs are few. His grace does not retreat when heaven is quiet. He sustains me whether I see wonders or wait in silence.

I will admit that I’ve often preferred the miracle to the Man. A visible answer can feel more valuable than His unseen Presence. I cannot touch Him, cannot look into His eyes. I come to Him, initially, needy and grasping. But I’m not meant to live in childish immaturity. Jesus grows me up past a faith that will only sing when the table is full.

God has promised to meet our needs. Sometimes He gives physical bread. Other times, He gives grace to endure hunger. Sometimes He removes the thorn. Other times, He gives more of Himself while the thorn remains.P eter, facing martyrdom, was not abandoned because Jesus did not spare his life. Christ provided Himself as Companion. Paul knew divine deliverance in more than one language. Once, the prison doors opened. Another time, his back was torn by lashes. Would he say Jesus came through the first time but failed the next? Hardly.Our spiritual fathers did not build their faith on signs and wonders. They knew this life was not the final chapter. They knew suffering could bruise the body but not bankrupt the soul. They knew Jesus was enough, not only when He rescued, but when He carried them through the pain.

Until I am safely home, Jesus is with me. That is the miracle I can trust when every lesser miracle is withheld.

Teach me to treasure Your presence more than relief. Amen