Category: Daily Devotionals

Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD has risen upon you. Isaiah 60:1 

My sister related a quote to me the other day. Ideology is peaceful but history is violent. The darkness of this world, starting with the fall of man, has been overwhelming. No matter where we study history, there are stories of unspeakable cruelty, our lasting shred of innocence being shattered by what we see on the evening news.  Never did we think we would see such savagery come to pass in our lifetime.

The differences between the darkness of evil and the light of the glory of God are so stark that I simply can not comprehend them.  Within the limitations of my mortality,  I don’t understand the full extent of God’s holiness nor Satan’s villainous nature.  I also don’t grasp the evil of my own heart nor the power of what it means to be created in the image of God. If I knew what it really meant to have His Spirit inside, wouldn’t I live as a blazing fire?  Wouldn’t my passion drive out all vestiges of a numbed out existence?  As it is, there are still days I taste the latter. 

The Light of the world entered our violent world humbly and quietly. His light was only visible to some but for those who had spiritual eyesight, the darkness was eclipsed by the glory of the Son of Man.  Oh, what darkness was resident within the rule of the Roman Empire.  It was a corrupt and vicious dictatorship.  The nation of Israel had been suffering in the shadows of evil and were languishing for their Messiah to come and deliver them. His birth was preceded by 400 years of silence, a deafening and interminable silence. Never was the light more life saving than when Jesus came to show the world the Father’s face but most didn’t see Him as the answer to their prayers.  The miracle they had been crying out for had arrived but they couldn’t celebrate.

God’s brilliance is all around me because God loves to show off His glory. Am I receptive?  Can I see it?  And how much more so at Christmastime is the wonder of heaven revealed! How do the angelic hosts of heaven celebrate the birthday of Jesus? Someday I’ll know but I want to begin to take part in the celebration now. I’m asking God to open my spirit wide so that I can feel the impact of heaven and earth colliding.  The re-telling of His birth, captured by the musicians of heaven, has to be stunning. 

Let me hear the music. In Jesus name, Amen

And the angel answered and said to her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; and for that reason the holy offspring shall be called the Son of God.”  Luke 1:35

God’s Spirit hovered over Mary and she conceived.  Nine months later, she gave birth to the Son of God.  This intimate gesture of overshadowing ushered her into her most holy calling as the mother of Jesus.            The Spirit of God must still overshadow the saints today if they are to give birth to their most holy callings.  There can be no conception of a call without communion.  For years, I thought I was in touch with God’s will for my life, and in fact, I prayed for it earnestly.  But what was missing was intimacy with God.            Jesus said, “He who believes in me, from his innermost being shall flow rivers of living water.”  The word for innermost being in the original language is ‘womb’.  Through every child, God wants to birth something for the kingdom.  Something holy is to proceed from their spiritual womb.  What is it?  The only way to know is to be intimate with Him.  There is something about the redemption of our story that is unique.  Out of our individual brokenness, and out of the way He speaks His healing Word to those desolate places, will emerge our calling.  When He reveals it to each of us, it fits like a glove.  Praise, worship, and unspeakable joy are the result; our versions of the Magnificat.            To discover my purpose, I must be intimate.  To know how to walk in it, I must be intimate.  To transcend the challenges that come with a calling, I must be intimate.  Any kingdom work done without intimacy is powerless.               Be large over my life.  I am your handmaiden. Amen

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  He was in the beginning with God.  John 1:1 and 2

Do you remember what it was like to wait for a specific Christmas present? The suspense only lasted for, at most, a couple of months.  But what about the gift you might have to wait several hundred years for?  And once you begin to unwrap it, you realize that you can only do so in increments?  The Treasure that she, Israel, had been waiting for expectantly for over a millennia was born in the middle of the night.  He was unwrapped by His birth but then wrapped again, constricted straight as an arrow, in swaddling clothes.  Symbolically, this was an interesting picture because He would never turn to the right or to the left but would keep Himself from evil.  He was the Rock of Ages, the stone that the builders rejected; yet Satan tempted Him by telling Him to turn a stone into bread.  He was the Bread of Life, the giver of the blood that cleanses, but instead of being received, He was spat upon.  Coming with gold, frankincense, and myrrh, wise men would visit the Gift, yet when He was brutally killed, all that was left of value were His garments.  This Gift took thirty-three years to unwrap, but with a single word, the Word made flesh can create, destroy, and will call up His people to His side.  He was born in the dark, helping us understand that not all secrets are to be shared in the light.  As the sun rises slowly in the sky, so it took thirty years for the Son of God to be recognized as the Lamb of God.  We have to be clothed in His righteousness, cleansed by His blood, in order to stand before His Father and not be instantly destroyed.  How ironic that He is the Light of the world but most of His creation will choose the dark.   So, this Christmas, will we unwrap the perfect Gift that God the Father gave to us, or will we reject the One Who gave up everything to make us coheirs by His side?  Heavenly Father, thank You for this gift.  I am overwhelmed by the fact that You would give me Your Son to die for me.  You let Him be slaughtered as a lamb so that His blood could cover me.  This is what Christmas is about.  Help me to never forget it.  In Jesus most precious name, Amen  Journal:  What do you want for Christmas?  How does the anticipation feel?  Write a thank you note, a love letter, or even a Christmas carol, to describe how you feel about the Gift.

“Remember the law of my servant Moses, the decrees and laws I gave him at Horeb for all Israel.” Malachi 4:4

The nation of Israel is about to enter a period when God won’t speak for four centuries. Four hundred years from now, Zechariah will be serving in the temple when the angel Gabriel will appear to him to announce the birth of John the Baptist. In the meantime, they are told how to survive the coming absence of His voice. “Remember the law. Remember His words. Remember His promises.”

This is great advice for any of us today who feel that God is silent about a certain issue in our lives. There have been times when I wanted God to address that thing that was breaking my heart. I pleaded for understanding. I sought to be enlightened as to the purpose of my suffering but God didn’t answer. The truth is, He’s given me enough in His Word to sustain my heart for a lifetime. If I never come to understand the ‘why’ of a certain event in my life, I can rest in the love and wisdom of God, revealed in the Scriptures. Reviewing and remembering will sustain me. It will even give me joy in my sorrow.

God didn’t offer this advice glibly. Nor do I. I have lived long enough to encounter events that would seem to indicate that God is uncaring, even cruel. The evidence was certainly stacked against Him. Without clinging to the truth of Scripture, my trust in His heart would have fatally fractured. I used to think that God was still silent. I compared my wilderness to those in the Old Testament who failed to hear God’s voice for long periods of time.

That assumption was an error. They did not have the Holy Spirit dwelling inside. I do. He is a comforter and spiritual guide. Though God may not answer some of my specific questions, He will always speak to me. The Bible sits in my hands. The Spirit is poised, waiting for me to read it and ask for clarification. As soon as I do, He speaks.

Forgive me for the times I pronounced judgment on You. I thought the evidence damning and reached wrong conclusions. The truth about You is in my hands and I rest in it, no matter what. Amen

But for you who revere my name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings. And you will go out and leap like calves released from the stall. Malachi 4:2

Throughout the Old Testament, Christ is referred to as the Sun of Righteousness. Jesus confirmed this by calling Himself “the Light of the world”. Those who have had near death experiences tell of a great light that bathed them in a healing love. Jesus is to men’s souls ~ as the sun is to the visible world. Without it, we live in a dungeon.

Right now, the world suffers from spiritual darkness. God’s light can be seen here and there as His children live in worship and service but the prince of this world, Satan, is advancing his agenda of death and destruction. We groan for justice. We strain to feel morsels of perfect love. We ache for compassion and mercy. Without turning to the Light, we rarely find perfect. We get to sniff the aroma of it every now and then.

Jesus will reign one day. He will emerge on the scene and will be as welcome to us as the Sun coming up in the East in the morning. His arrival will cause us to feel released from our cages. Today, the effects of sin confine us. I can get so used to its limitations that I fail to notice all the ramifications. However, if I decided to journal the events of today, I would have two distinct lists. I would be able to trace His fingerprints. However, I would also see evil at work. Before turning in my street earlier today, the driver in back of me cursed me out and made an obscene gesture. Though his window was only down a few inches, his words were plainly heard.

Oh, for the day when Jesus will heal this world. We will be freed from our long winter. We will leap for joy and experience pure righteousness. The possibilities for life will be limitless and I live in that hope.

I can taste of Your redemption today through prayer but this is still just a hint of how glorious things will be one day. Oh Jesus, I look for You on the horizon. Amen

“Surely the day is coming; it will burn like a furnace. All the arrogant and every evildoer will be stubble, and that day that is coming will set them on fire,” says the LORD Almighty. “Not a root or a branch will be left to them.” Malachi 4:1

“How am I going to deliver this message today, Lord?” This was my prayer this morning as I stared at the text, feeling pressured by the responsibility of presenting God’s Word accurately. “What about the people who already believe that You are a harsh God, that You are slow to love and quick to punish? What will this message do to them?”

I laid my head on my desk for a long time, waiting to hear Him speak in the stillness of my heart. “I will not enjoy doing this,” I pictured Him saying. I felt such profound sadness in my spirit. Then, it made sense. This judgment does not negate God’s love. I cannot, and should not, pit His love against His justice.

How can God be loving and yet one day still judge the earth? Because He will have waited thousands of years to do it. His pattern throughout history has been to plead with people to repent. He withholds judgment as long as possible because He loves so powerfully. His heart is bent to give men one chance after another to turn from evil and seek forgiveness. He made a way of atonement at great cost to Himself; His Son’s life.

This morning, I sense the heart of a great Father.

Oh, that we would read today’s verse and hear God say, “Please, come to me now. Don’t let it come to that.”

I don’t deny You are a God of justice. But, today is a day of grace. May Your love constrain me to share this truth with others. Amen

“They will be mine,” says the LORD Almighty, “in the day when I make up my treasured possession. I will spare them, just as in compassion a man spares his son who serves him.” Malachi 3:17

“It will be a glorious day”, God says. From the ends of the earth, He will gather His children. It will be a global family. Those who have embraced Jesus in the harsh landscape of third world countries, who have meager resources to feed their families and who understandably struggle with a sense of value, will be revealed as jewels. Those, rich and poor, who live in an environment that consistently de-values them, will be declared treasures. Those who are feeble, who struggle to believe by faith that they are the beloved of Abba, will know on that day that they are precious.

While talking with a prominent woman in the mid-west recently about her ailing marriage, I heard her make the comment, “I just want to know that I’m precious to somebody!” That is surely our greatest need; someone to look out for us, think of us as precious, and one who would be willing to give His life to save and protect us. All these things Jesus has already done. We will fully bask in His favor on one glorious future day.

I wrote a song at the birth of Daughters of Promise. The chorus sums it up well.

I am a jewel
Light in my Father’s eyes
Prepared to shine more brightly than the stars
I am a gem
That glistens in His smile
I am a jewel
The apple of His eye.

There are those who make me feel anything but precious. While I am saddened by that, I still realize that I am Your treasured daughter. I choose to live above my feelings and, by faith, walk as Your beloved. Amen

Then those who feared the LORD talked with each other, and the LORD listened and heard. A scroll of remembrance was written in his presence concerning those who feared the LORD and honored his name. Malachi 3:16

There was a remnant of Jewish believers who stayed true to the God of their ancestors. Though most around them only paid lip service, and though the priests of the day defiled their faith with their evil practices, these few believers stayed true. They did not walk in isolation, however. They met together for fellowship; finding strength in community. God looked on as they did. Their time together was important to Him, so significant that He captured their ‘talk’ in writing.

I think of the number of hours I’m privileged to spend with others talking about God. A group of us can meet for four hours to discuss spiritual issues, to encourage one another, and no one wants to go home.

Here’s what I’m wondering today. If God joined us each time we met with other believers, and He appeared in flesh and blood, would our talk change? Would He reveal that our conversations about Him have grown careless? I wonder if I am often too quick to speak on His behalf – declaring that He must be happy about this, or grieved about that. I wonder how many times I reflect Him accurately. Perhaps God shakes His head in protest when I claim to know how He feels about a certain issue.

I am reminded again this morning that God visits us when we meet to discuss Him. Though I have technically known this to be true (“Wherever two or three are gathered in My name, there am I in the midst of them.”), this truth has taken on new dimensions. When fellowship is poignant, God not only listens, but He is moved to capture it in His journal.

How well I know You and speak on Your behalf is directly related to how seriously I read and meditate on Your Word. Continue to reveal Yourself to me so that I reflect Your heart accurately. Amen

Ever since the time of your forefathers you have turned away from my decrees and have not kept them. Return to me, and I will return to you,” says the LORD Almighty. Yet you say, “How shall we return?” Malachi 3:7

The Israelites had no idea that they had lost their way. They feigned innocence. They were adamant that they hadn’t turned away from God. After all, they’d been going to the temple to all the services. How then, could they return? J. Vernon McGee says, “Ritualism was substituted for reality. Pageantry was substituted for power. The aesthetic was substituted for the spiritual, and form for feeling. They knew the vocabulary, but the power of God was gone. They were satisfied with a tasteless morality. They followed the rules and felt that everything was all right.” The truth is, they were far from God and they didn’t even know it.

The disintegration of a relationship happens slowly. I become so accustomed to having the other person around that laziness creeps in. I no longer put my best foot forward. Someone I love gets a grunt for a greeting. Years go by on automatic pilot and without careful assessment; I can believe everything is okay. It isn’t until one person wakes up and says, “I don’t feel close to you anymore”, that the spell is broken.

If it can happen in marriage and friendships, it can happen to my relationship with God. If I were quiet before God so that I could hear Him speak, would He say, “You don’t feel close to me anymore, do you?” I remember when His message was even more penetrating. It was 1994. “Christine, you’ve never felt close to me, have you?” I listened. I understood that my life had been all about rituals and pageantry. Because of that, I was profoundly lonely.

I set out to change my life and dare to believe that God was to be experienced, not just studied. I took a vacation from ‘all forms of doing’ in the church so that I could begin to find God on a real level. I had become such a performer that I couldn’t separate who I was from what I did. I sought God’s heart and asked Him to help me understand my own. Life has never been the same. My being vibrates with wonder at the sound of His voice. I wonder how I lasted so long without the joy of knowing Him. If there is anything overwhelming me today, I remember to hush my spirit, then look up.

I want to be fully alive to You in more ways than I am today. Amen

“I the LORD do not change. So you, O descendants of Jacob, are not destroyed.
Malachi 3:6

God does not change. What He loves today, He has always loved. What He feels passionate about this morning has been His passion since the beginning of time. What He hates at this very moment, He has always hated.

He loved David’s tender heart. He, likewise, loves mine when my heart is tender. He hated the sins of Israel when they turned a blind eye to the oppressed; the widows and the orphans. He hates it today when I pass them by without giving them a second thought.

God is clear about who He is. He does not subject me, His child, to guesswork where He is concerned. Scripture presents an unambiguous picture of His character and His personality. That makes me feel secure. I never have to wonder how He feels about me. I don’t have to hide, fearing that I have done something to upset Him.

I grew up in an atmosphere of stoicism. My parents were not generous with their thoughts, their love, or their praise. My sister and I seldom knew if we made them happy. On the flip side, we sometimes felt their displeasure, yet they would not tell us what we had done to cause them to withdraw. We had to keep guessing. I remember this dynamic well, even back to age four. I rarely walked into a room confidently. I peeked around the corner first, trying to assess whether those in the room appeared happy to see me. If they did, I entered with a measure of confidence. If their faces showed nothing, I crept in quietly and played without disturbing them.

God is still healing me of my fear and reserve. It has been a divine work of grace only because God, my perfect Father, is giving me a new experience. I’m learning what it’s like to be a daughter under His care. Because He is unchangeable, my heart can be at peace. I can trust in His love. And, when I wound Him and offer a sincere apology, I anticipate a full restoration. God is open and engaging. Because He is, I can be.

Every time I read about You in the stories of the Bible, my heart has more confidence because my picture of You enlarges. Thank You for not being fickle. Your face will never change on me. Amen