Where is my post? Where is all that work? It was here, I saw it, and now it is gone.
This is my good friend Ed. I wrote a very romantic post about him and it posted. It was here. I saw it. Now it is gone.
I will attempt to reproduce what I wrote before. Sighs.
I encountered Ed and his fiance sitting close to each other on the sunny side of the street last November. As always, he had a hug and a lopsided smile for me.
Ed is a very kind and generous man. I once saw him give $100 to a friend as a going-away present. He earns his money by picking up aluminum cans off the roadside. Sometimes people give him their cans, too.
I have seen Ed weep when he hears the sweet old hymns sung, like “How Great Thou Art”. But he does not sing. He was born with a mouth deformity and cannot even talk well. Only his closest friends can understand him at all when he speaks, but he pantomimes well enough for me to understand.
I admire his spunk, to think of marrying at his age.
Someday I will write a fictionalized account of his life and I will be his co-star. đ
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Okay. Posting again. Thanks for your patience, everyone. Sure do hope this is not something that happens often.
This lovely, hope-giving incident has made many smile through their tears. Enjoy:
This past week has been quite a doozy for me, and I find myself emotionally empty, physically drained, and in need of true fellowship and respite. I canât get it from Levi today, as he is taking a well-deserved geek/guy break up in Denver with his buddies.
Anyway, after everything that has happened over the last month or so, I found myself itching to just get out. So, I decided to take the kids to Wendyâs. No play place, where they could share all kinds of yuck with any number of kids. The last thing I need is more illness. But thatâs not what this post is about.
I was standing at the counter, ordering kids meals for all but Durin. He got an adult meal â the kid is officially a bottomless pit.
The lady tells me the total: $24.67.
I reach for my wallet, which ⌠isnât ⌠*panic* ⌠there
“Now learn this lesson from the fig tree: As soon as its twigs get tender and its leaves come out, you know that summer is near. Even so, when you see all these things, you know that it is near, right at the door. I tell you the truth, this generation will certainly not pass away until all these things have happened. Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.” –Jesus (Matthew 24:32-34)
There is a place of quiet rest
Near to the heart of God–
A place where sin cannot molest–
Near to the heart of God.
Oh, Jesus, blest Redeemer,
Sent from the heart of God,
Hold us, who wait before Thee,
Near to the heart of God.
There is a place of comfort sweet
Near to the heart of God–
A place where we our Savior meet–
Near to the heart of God.
Oh, Jesus, blest Redeemer,
Sent from the heart of God,
Hold us, who wait before Thee,
Near to the heart of God.
There is a place of full release
Near to the heart of God–
A place where all is joy and peace–
Near to the heart of God.
Oh, Jesus, blest Redeemer,
Sent from the heart of God,
Hold us, who wait before Thee,
Near to the heart of God.
Looking into this clear stream and viewing the pebbles on the sand so surprised me. I seldom think on how much is hiding below the water, below the surface.
How easy to notice the reflection of glorious cloud billows and soaring trees, shimmering on the surface! How delightful the sparkles that wink into view and then dance away!
How common to love the outward appearance of the stream.
But to look down, to concentrate on what’s beyond the first impression, to stare deeply at what makes the stream a stream–that is like God.
When, upon looking, we find courser things such as mud, sand, dead leaves, gravel, what then?
Why! Then, elevating! Elevating grit and pebbles to positions of great importance!
For without them lying still, working their quiet work, the dancing sparkles become quagmire.
However, Peterâs story can encourage us when we realize what we can learn from it.
Jesus told Peter that after he had denied Him, he would return to the truth, and that then he was to encourage his brethren. (Luke 22:32)
If we follow Jesus, we are Peterâs brethren.
So what can we learn?
Failure Is Not Fatal IF . . . We recognize that everyone fails. Nobody is perfect and everyone sins. âFor all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.â Romans 3:23
We have all fallen short. I have fallen short. You have fallen short.
Thank God that He forgives our âfalling shortsâ. (Okay, you can laugh, here. This is one of my husbandâs favorite funnies.) Morally, we all have âfalling shortsâ, those failures and sins that leave us embarrassed. We did NOT mean to sin, however, we did. We all miss the mark.
âThere is not a righteous man on earth who does what is right and never sins.â Ecclesiastes 7:20
âWe all stumble in many ways. If anyone is never at fault in what he says, he is a perfect man, able to keep his whole body in check.â James 3:2
We start out well.
We have wonderful, amazing intentions.
We are excited and we want to succeed in the faith.
We have a desire to be faithful disciples of the Lord.
Yet, we become fearful and distracted from the faith.
Then we make a bad decision and consequently we sin against our Lord.
Guilt and shame replace the joy of our salvation.
The truth about us appears inRomans 7:18-25:
“I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to doâthis I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.
 âSo I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in Godâs law; but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to Godâthrough Jesus Christ our Lord!
âSo then, I myself in my mind am a slave to Godâs law, but in the sinful nature a slave to the law of sin.â
When we let go of the perfection obsession, the fear of failure loses its grip on our lives.
Therefore, Failure Is Not Fatal IF⌠We recognize that everyone fails.
The children had practiced for weeks. Several broke down when they were eliminated. Mothers comforted them, dried their tears, and assured them they were not failures.
Jobs! Marriages! Children! Friends! Failure can feel never-ending. It can make you want never to show your face again. We fear failure and refuse to try. And the worst is when we know we did wrong, failing Jesus.
What can we do? Godâs Word tells us.
The Bible records many failures because it contains life as it really is: accounts of real people. Bible heroes are remembered for their successes, yes, but before success, sometimes there was failure, as we saw last week.
This week we will look closely at a couple more, and learn how to turn lifeâs failures into life-giving experience.
One of our stories is about Peter:
âThen seizing him [Jesus], they led him away and took him into the house of the high priest. Peter followed at a distance. But when they had kindled a fire in the middle of the courtyard and had sat down together, Peter sat down with them. A servant girl saw him seated there in the firelight. She looked closely at him and said, âThis man was with him.â
âBut he denied it. âWoman, I don’t know him,â he said.
âA little later someone else saw him and said, âYou also are one of them.â
ââMan, I am not!â Peter replied.
âAbout an hour later another asserted, âCertainly this fellow was with him, for he is a Galilean.â
âPeter replied, âMan, I don’t know what you’re talking about!â
âJust as he was speaking, the rooster crowed. The Lord turned and looked straight at Peter. Then Peter remembered the word the Lord had spoken to him: âBefore the rooster crows today, you will disown me three times.â And he went outside and wept bitterly.” Luke 22:54-62
We need not be too hard on Peter. The story of the arrest of Jesus shows he was a man of courage.
In Luke 22:50, when the authorities came to arrest Jesus, only Peter grabbed a sword to defend Jesus. In this attempt, he not only displayed courage but also chopped off the ear of the High Priestâs servant. I believe that Peter would have died at that moment to defend Jesus, had Jesus not intervened.
During the arrest, Peter âfollowed at a distance.â That must have taken courage. The other disciples fled, but he did not do that. He followed Jesusâat a distance perhapsâbut still, he was there.
Peter also managed to ease his way into the courtyard of the building where Jesus was being questioned. Then, â[. . .] when they had kindled a fire in the middle of the courtyard and had sat down together, Peter sat down with them.â What a dangerous place to be, then, in the courtyard amongst the soldiers who had just arrested his Teacher!
Finally, things got too âhotâ and his courage weakened. Peter failed in a way he had sworn he would never fail. (Matthew 26:35)
As the intensity of his denials escalates, we want to say, âYou were with Jesus three years! You saw the miracles! You heard His teaching! You had revelation knowledge! How could you fail so miserably?â
But what Luke wants us to see is that we have something in common with Peter: It is easy to fail.
Whenever we fail to share our faith because weâre afraid of what people might say about us, we deny Jesus.
Whenever we choose to do what we know is wrong instead of right, we deny Jesus.
Whenever we trust our own understanding instead of trusting His Word, we deny Jesus.
And, like Peter, something about us tells others we have been with Him . . .
At church, we say, âPraise you, Jesus! I love you so much! Iâll always be faithful to You!â
Peter was sure. But when the test came, he faltered.
So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall! 1 Corinthians 10:12
Peterâs story encourages in that we can learn from his failure. That is what we will look at for the next few days.