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This Little Light of Mine

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How many have heard the old gospel song “This Little Light of Mine”?

It’s a song recognized around the world as a favorite of children. Many of you may have first learned this song in Sunday School or children’s church.

This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,

Oh this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,

This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

 

Hide it under a bushel? No! I’m gonna let it shine,

Hide it under a bushel? No! I’m gonna let it shine,

Hide it under a bushel? No! I’m gonna let it shine,

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

 

Won’t let Satan blow it out, I’m gonna let it shine,

Won’t let Satan blow it out, I’m gonna let it shine,

Won’t let Satan blow it out, I’m gonna let it shine,

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

Though originally written as a song of love, hope, and devotion to our Savior, This Little Light of Mine was also sung as an anthem of hope and courage during the American civil rights movement of the 1960’s. In fact, it’s still being sung today during times of civil unrest.

America could sure use a little hope right about now, wouldn’t you agree? And we certainly need to shed some light on these times of uncertainty, when it seems that this present darkness is overpowering what little light remains.

Thinking about all of this as I watch the carnage unfolding across the landscape of America, about how desperately we now need the Church to be a beacon of light and a sanctuary of love, I can’t help but be reminded of the words of Jesus when he told the Disciples to let their light shine.  

14 “You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden.   

15 Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lamp stand , and it gives light to all who are in the house.   

16 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven. [1]   

The Church, that is You and Me, has the answer to the cancer that is racism. We have the antidote within us to calm the fears of a nation bordering on collapse.

The love of God is that light of the world. It is shed abroad in our hearts so that men might see Christ in us. It is given to us that men might see our good works and give praise to God for them.

Now is not the time to hide our lights. It is for such a time as this that God has given you this light, that those stumbling in the darkness may see.

While the politicians and the media are consumed with finger pointing and spewing forth their poisonous venom, the Church must be the Church.

Whether your church’s doors are open or closed has no bearing on who you are in Christ. What God has placed in your heart is not regulated by politicians, but guided rather by a higher Power.

The command to “let your light so shine before men” is in essence the marching orders of every Christian. The light within you is the antidote for hatred, and it must not be hidden from society.

I encourage everyone to pray for the situation in America. Pray that men would desire peace, and that the Lord would send peace that “passes all understanding”. [2]

I know that many today hold to the opinion that prayer doesn’t work. The Bible, however, tells us that “the effectual, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much”. [3]

This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,

Oh this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,

This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

Don’t let anything stop your light from shining. America and the rest of the world need to see it!

Ron 

[1] Matthew 15:14-16    

[2] Philippians 4:7  

[3] James 5:16 

 

In Minneapolis the Mayor will give you a mask while you riot, but you can’t attend church

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In what has to be one of the most blatant, shocking examples of just how far Satan has infiltrated the hearts and minds of governmental authority in this country, the Mayor of Minneapolis Mn. has decided that giving masks to the criminals destroying his city is safer than permitting the citizens to assemble for public worship.

Attending church, it seems, is more dangerous than the incredible violence now on display in Minneapolis.

Now, let’s try to understand this. In the state of Minnesota, any gathering of 10 or more people is strictly prohibited due to the pandemic. However, the government has NOT stopped the gathering of 10 or more looters, thieves, and other criminals who are plundering the city of Minneapolis.

The dangerous Christians though must be kept from assembling together lest they spread the COVID virus. So, we can steal, set fires, over turn police and emergency vehicles, and in the process shut down an entire city, yet we cannot attend church.

To put this scenario into even plainer words, what is happening right now in Minneapolis is that criminals are being given masks to protect them from COVID-19 while they are gathered in groups of hundreds to destroy the city, but Christians are considered too dangerous to permit them to gather in a church.

All of this is eerily similar to a certain Roman Emperor who allegedly set the city of Rome on fire and blamed it on the Christians. You might have heard of him, his name was Nero.

So while Minneapolis is burning, instead of stopping the violence and throwing the criminals in jail, do you suppose Mayor Jacob Frey is fiddling as his counterpart Nero was alleged to do?

Of course, he may be far too busy to be fiddling around, what with so many dangerous Christians wanting to attend a church service.

Here’s a thought for the good Mayor of Minneapolis. How about you do something radically different and open the churches this Sunday? As a matter of fact, how about you open the churches of Minneapolis and ask these churches to pray for peace over your fair city. I mean, it’s painfully obvious that your current plan to give the criminals masks and force the Christians to stay home on Sunday’s isn’t doing much for your citizens.

Mayor Frey, what do you have to lose by giving God a chance?

The actions of the Mayor of Minneapolis are indicative of just how far removed this nation is from the Godly principles that once guided her. The Church used to be the strength and guiding light of this nation as she worked hard to further the gospel around the world. Now, she is seen as a carrier of disease, too dangerous to be allowed to gather together.

Seems to me our nation is only too willing to follow in the footsteps of the dozens of other nations who are doing everything in their power to eradicate the name of God from their societies. That is, after all, what pagan societies do.

Let’s see if we are just as willing to endure the consequences of our actions, because it is an absolute certainty that consequences are coming.

Ron

 

If it’s all the same to you…

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Setting outside this morning, I am struck at how beautiful, calm, and peaceful it is here. The sun came up just as it always does, rising above the treetops in slow motion as it unveils an endless kaleidoscope of color. All around me butterflies are darting from flower to flower, gathering the nectar that ensures their survival. The colors and patterns of their wings give evidence that God’s imagination and creativity far exceeds our own.

Flying about are birds of all kinds, each singing their uniquely beautiful song. One can’t help but be envious at the incredible variety of sounds they make. It’s almost like attending a concert, where every song is different and if you hang around long enough, you will eventually hear that special one that thrills your heart. Occasionally, all the birds will start screeching at once, and we have learned that this is the signal that a Bobcat is hiding in the grass or under a shrub close by.

Squirrels, of which there are many, are chasing each other in an endless game of tag. Only the heat of the day slows them down, yet the evening finds them once again running all over my back yard.

In the dead palm tree that I intend to make a weathervane post out of, several birds have taken up residence in the holes the Woodpeckers have created in their search for insects. I’m pretty sure at least one nest has babies in it, so the weathervane post will just have to wait a while longer.

On top of that, a beautiful Red-tailed Hawk has recently taken a liking to the top of this palm tree. From atop this perch it watches for the slightest movement on the ground, and its arrival sends every playful squirrel on a mad dash to the safety of the thick cluster of gnarled Oak branches all of us have in our yards.

There is enough here to make this now retired country boy feel like there is no place I’d rather be. Unfortunately, I cannot stay here forever, as my increasing list of ministry responsibilities calls me out into the world to do what I know God has called me to do.    

Leaving this idyllic scene, I step out ever so cautiously into the world where I am immediately greeted by noise and chaos. I am confronted by people who are scared, angry, apprehensive, and uncertain. “When are we going to get back to normal” they ask. Shouts of “I can’t take any more of this” are heard on a frequent basis. The difference between my backyard and the outside world could not be more dramatic. I cannot wait to get back to my sanctuary.

Everywhere I go, the prevailing topic of conversation is COVID-19. For reasons I am not completely sure of, this virus has paralyzed most of the world. Yes, of course it is serious, however it does not mark the beginning of the end of the world as many in the media would have you believe.

If there is one thing this pandemic has revealed about us here in America, it is that we do not handle uncertainty well. Uncharted waters throw us into a frenzy of apprehension and uncertainty. We need to feel as though we are in control of our destiny, and right now control has slipped through our fingers leaving us dazed and shell-shocked.

Disease frightens us in ways that few things do, especially disease that there is no rational explanation for. The unknown tends to either frighten us or make us angry. We are fearful of that which cannot be explained to our satisfaction, angry at our inability to eradicate it by throwing vast sums of money at it, or even angrier at the level of distrust that exists among those who should be united in leading the efforts to solve this current crisis.

As I reflect upon the scene unfolding before us, I cannot help but think of the number of books I have read about other periods of hardship in America. Two World Wars, the Dust Bowl, the Great Depression, Polio, Poverty, etc.

Any one of these events could have brought America to its knees and prevented this nation from ever rising to the heights of prosperity it has become accustomed to. 

Yet none of them did, and the question begs asking “why didn’t they”?

I believe it was because of two primary reasons:

  1. Americans come from the hardy stock of immigrants who asked only for an opportunity. They supplied the hard work and “can do” spirit that enabled them to overcome adversity and misfortune. These hard-working men and women forged a nation out of prairies, forests, and mountains, willing to pay the price of endless pain and suffering to make a better life for their families. In short, nothing would deter them from taking full advantage of the opportunities before them.
  2. During past times of severe crisis, Americans always turned to God for help. Acknowledging their own inabilities, they looked to the One who could pull them from the depths of despair and hopelessness that often attempted to crush their dreams. They knew, as did their own ancestors, that survival meant they had to stare down adversity and press forward.

Today, I hear very little in the way of pleading for help from the Lord. I hear no cries for mercy, no repentance for the way that we have rejected the Almighty. It is as if God has been erased from our consciousness.

What I do hear are the voices of fear and uncertainty. As if on que, the TV newscasters cannot wait to tell us of the next shortage of meat, toilet paper, or hand sanitizer. Followed immediately, of course, by a camera shot of an empty grocery store shelf to prove the validity of their story.

I see the fear in some of the faces of the elderly at Walmart. You can always tell which ones have endured hard times before. They quietly go about their business and get on with their lives. They don’t hoard because they’ve been here before. They understand that any extra, unneeded purchases mean someone else who is in need may have to do without.

Those who have lived a life of relative ease are just as easy to spot. They are the ones who buy as much of a given product as allowed, because fear of the unknown grips their hearts. They have never done without or had to ration what they had in order to make it last. They are the ones with a grocery cart piled high with toilet paper and frozen dinners.

These are trying times, of that there can be no doubt. As for returning to normal, whatever that is, I’m not convinced we will ever see that again. I feel as though we have turned the page in the book of God’s prophetic timetable. To be perfectly honest, I believe we are on the threshold of the days Jesus described as the “beginning of sorrows”.

Even though it’s not possible, if it’s all the same to you, I’d just as soon hang around my back yard and watch the coming events unfold. I much prefer the birds, butterflies, squirrels, and hawks to the anger and uncertainty “out there”.

Take care everyone, and remember: “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble“. Psalm 46:1

Ron

 

 

Busy for the Lord

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I thought I’d give a quick update on what’s been going on with the Princess and I since my last post.

Like most churches, ours has been struggling with the aftermath of the pandemic. Because we haven’t been allowed to have services inside, we have had to adjust and find new ways of ministering to our congregation as well as the surrounding communities.

The previous four weeks has seen us move outside to the parking lot for what we call “drive-in church”. If you remember the old drive-in movies, that’s what we modeled our services after.

We had people pull into the parking lot and roll their windows down and listen to the service. Some would get out of their cars and sit on lawn chairs at least 6ft. from anyone else, but most stayed in their cars. Our service began at 9:00 am in order to beat the Florida heat. 

We had a good turnout, even some visitors. We even had the neighbors sitting on their front porches listening. Funny isn’t it? People won’t come inside the church but will sit on their porch and listen. Oh well, what matters is that they have the opportunity to hear the gospel.

Like so many other churches, we’ve been doing the Facebook Live thing as well. From what I understand we’ve received favorable comments on the services. We recently purchased a new camera so we will be producing better quality videos, and we will soon have our own YouTube channel where the services as well as the radio broadcasts will be available.

I’ve been doing a weekly radio broadcast for the past six weeks(I think it’s been that long), and this has been a very interesting project. I used to do a radio broadcast a long time ago, so the format was not that unfamiliar to me. The biggest difference between then and now is that I’m not doing a live broadcast like I did years ago. If I make a mistake now, it’s easy to do that part over again and no one will know. I like that!

At first I had my doubts about radio because I didn’t think that many people still listened to it. I figured since everyone used their cell phone and Bluetooth to listen to podcasts and Pandora, that radio had gone the way of the dinosaur. Turns out I was wrong because a fair amount of people actually still listen to the radio here.

This has turned into something I look forward to each week. For one, it keeps me studying and praying, and two, it gives me the opportunity to reach people who would otherwise never come to church and hear the word of the Lord. Somewhat incredibly, a major donor of the broadcast is not even a Christian but is a local truck driver who told us there was a need for a gospel program that would appeal to his fellow drivers. This man was raised in a Christian home but today is far from the Lord.  Nevertheless God has touched his heart and he is faithfully supporting this radio ministry.

Debbie and I continue to use our musical talents in the church each week. Speaking of musical, I just have to share this news with you. When we moved here from up north, we donated our piano to a nursing home ministry that didn’t have a piano. We prayed then that the Lord would provide us another piano when we got to our new home in Florida.

Well, we’ve prayed and prayed, told a lot of people what we were looking for and asked them to help us pray as well. Several times I wanted to just go buy a piano, but the Princess was adamant that if it was God’s will, He would provide us a piano. Not only that, but it would be the white piano that she wanted.

After 3 1/2 years, I am thrilled to report that there is now a brand new piano in our home. A couple of weeks ago I received a call from someone asking if I could help them “set something up if they brought it by our house”. Figuring it was some type of electronics gadget I said sure I would and they came over that evening. Imagine my shock to find that the thing that he needed help with setting up was a new piano! A new, white, piano!”

After many tears of gratitude and happiness, my Princess is once again filling our home with music and we couldn’t feel more blessed. God is good, and He is most certainly faithful.

This morning I was asked to preach the Mother’s Day message, which just happened to coincide with our being able to be inside our sanctuary. We had to make a lot of accommodations in order to meet the required guidelines, but we gladly did so. I must say, it was a glorious occasion! If you’re interested, my sermon text was from 1st Samuel chapter one, the story of Hannah. Thankfully, it was well received.

Well, I think that covers most of what’s been happening with us. I want to wish all of you Mothers a happy Mother’s Day and pray the Lord blesses all of you who are fighting the good fight.

Be strong in the power of His might!

Ron