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The politics of evil

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Evil

adjective
profoundly immoral and wicked

Evil appears in many ways in American society today. Whether we categorize it under different headings such as murder, various kinds of abuse, organized crime, or any number of extreme acts of violence, evil abounds in America.

There is one type of evil however that exceeds any of the aforementioned types. This evil is so diabolical as to stagger the imagination. Not only that, it is openly flaunted by millions in this country as their highest example of freedom, liberty, and the power of choice.

This evil has become a type of sinister litmus test in determining one’s political affiliation. Get on board and you are “in”. Resistance is futile however, and will banish any detractor to the category of Right Wing Neanderthalism.

This profound evil not only has a name, but it is endorsed by the full power and authority of the United States government. So powerful is this evil that it has managed to withstand a continual onslaught of legal challenges to its existence.

What is this ‘profoundly and immoral’ evil?

It’s name is ABORTION, and if the current crop of Democratic presidential candidates has its way, this evil is about to take a quantum leap to a level not imagined by any current or previous abortion proponent.

A recent article in the New York Times entitled “On Abortion Rights, 2020 Democrats Move Past Safe, Legal, and Rare” gives us an insight into just how deeply entrenched the evil that is called ABORTION has embedded itself into our culture.

The Times article notes that the presidential hopefuls are embracing what they call “far-reaching” abortion extremism by supporting abortion positions that most Americans disagree with. Most candidates, it seems, want taxpayer-funding for elective abortions, and few support any restrictions on abortion in the third trimester.

So in other words, the fact that most Americans disagree with these extremist abortion positions means nothing. Not only does it not matter that most don’t agree with their positions, these politicians want you and I to pay for them as well because if you are opposed to such an abomination, you quite simply don’t matter.

It is unconscionable that a nation who purports to believe in God could have arrived at such a dark place. Yet here we are, and the truth is that not only have we fallen from the pinnacle of idealistic morality, there are those among us who declare we should be proud of this!

Consider the recent statement from Ilyse Hogue, president of NARAL Pro-Choice America, who claimed that supporting the killing of unborn babies for any reason up to birth is something candidates should be proud of.

“They’re setting the tone that this is something we should own proudly, and not just react to when something happens,” Hogue said.

They(the current crop of Democratic presidential candidates) are setting the tone for all of us that killing children in the womb is something we should proudly “own”. Let that sink in for a minute. We should give honor to these people because they are setting the tone for us to proudly “own” the murder of the innocent.

Well, there is one part of Hogue’s diatribe I can agree with. We will “own” this, and we will answer for it when every one of us stands before a righteous God. That includes those who stand in their pulpits every Sunday, belching forth their latest sermonette replete with a myriad of jokes and pleasantries, all while never daring to warn the sheep of the impending destruction that awaits.

“Wherein they think it strange that ye run not with them to the same excess of riot, speaking evil of you: Who shall give account to him that is ready to judge the quick and the dead”. 1st Peter 4:4,5 KJV

I don’t know which is worse. The fact that these candidates do not want any restrictions on abortion, or that these candidates actually invoke the name of the Almighty in their speeches.

Actually, this is further proof of just how deeply Satan has ingrained himself in the psyche of American culture. That we could “own” such a heathen practice as abortion while still claiming to be “Christian” is undeniable proof of the following texts:

For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ. And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.  2nd Cor. 11:13,14  KJV  emphasis mine

While America is embroiled in bitter division over whether or not the boogeyman (aka Donald Trump) has committed impeachable offenses, the devil is busy at work right under our noses in an all out assault on the collective morality of this nation.

The evil that is abortion has proven to be the single greatest weapon in Satan’s arsenal against America, for it has served to undermine the foundation of our Christian heritage. Think about that, would you?

America has survived a Civil War that came close to destroying her. She has survived two World Wars. She has managed to come through wars in Korea and Vietnam. She is still engaged in conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan.

It is clear however that the enemy that will eventually conquer America will not come from a foreign power. No, the enemy that will be our undoing is alive and well right here in our midst. It is an enemy more powerful than any nuclear weapon or any army of soldiers.

It is the enemy of…

Evil

adjective
profoundly immoral and wicked

Can a virgin forget her ornaments,
Or a bride her attire?
Yet My people have forgotten Me days without number.  Jeremiah 2:32  NKJV

Because My people have forgotten Me,
They have burned incense to worthless idols.
And they have caused themselves to stumble in their ways,
From the ancient paths,
To walk in pathways and not on a highway,   Jeremiah 18:15  NKJV

We have but one hope America. Either we return to God with a repentant heart, or we continue the downward slide into oblivion.

May God have mercy on us.

Ron

 

 

 

 

 

 

A grateful and appreciative heart

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Now that the traditional day of Thanksgiving is over, I thought I’d follow up on my last post with a bit more on what it means to me personally to be both grateful and thankful, particularly in regards to our relationship with our Heavenly Father.

I feel it is very important to maintain a grateful and appreciative heart for the things I have received in this life. Notice that I said the word maintain. That means we have to work at it, otherwise it’s not going to happen. Maintaining a grateful and appreciative heart is all on us, and it doesn’t happen automatically. If you’ve ever slipped into one of those moments when you just don’t feel very thankful, you know what I’m talking about.

By the same token, that I am able to say I am a child of God often leaves me nearly speechless. If you could have seen the person I used to be, you would have numbered me with those who were destined for the scrap heap of humanity.

How God can find something useful in any of us leaves me scratching my head. Have you ever felt this way?

Even today, over 40 years after accepting the Lord Jesus as my Savior, I marvel at God’s unique ability to see past what we were and slowly bring to fruition what we are destined to become. Seriously, who but God can do such things?

I made so many mistakes in my early Christian life that I sometimes wondered why I should even bother trying to live for Him. Comparing myself to other, more mature Christians left me shaking my head wondering how in the world they do it. How could these people never make mistakes? How could they always be so faithful?

Well, as all of us know by now, none of us are perfect are we? Neither do we always have it all together like we want others to believe we do. You see, it doesn’t matter if you’ve been a Christian for four days, forty days, or forty years, we still live in a fallen world that is wrought with one peril after another. Everywhere we turn there are challenges and obstacles in our path.

Some days remaining faithful to Him seems more like a dream than a reality. Can you relate? Can I get an “Amen”!

I will be forever thankful for what God has done in my life. After much work and countless hours spent upon the Potter’s wheel, he has slowly transformed me from a wild, bitter, and angry young man into someone who is now almost unrecognizable from the person I was. I say that knowing full well that He still has much to do to help me to reach my full potential.

No one needs to remind me that I am a man who has been blessed far beyond what I truly deserve. The Lord has taken me from being a blasphemous, proud, and unthankful heathen to a man after God’s own heart. [1]

How could I not praise him for what he has done?

For all that the Lord has done in my life, nothing compares with how that in an instant He changed the course of my eternal destination. I who was once on the fast track to Hell and eternal separation from all that is good, has had his soul re-routed to a destination where joy shall never end.

As my friend Bill Sweeney says, it may sound corny, but I actually believe that one day I’m going to a far better place because of Jesus. [2]

I would be remiss if I failed to mention how thankful and how grateful I am to have by my side the most wonderful wife anyone could ever hope to have. The mere fact that she’s still here is a testament to her abiding love for me. When I think of how much she has had to put up with through the years, I am presented with a clear picture of love, dedication, sacrifice, and commitment.

This may surprise many of you, but I lean towards being very strong-willed(insert smile here). I suppose that comes from being raised the way I was, that and being in positions of authority and responsibility for a large part of my life. My point being, sometimes it isn’t easy to live with someone like me, yet my sweet Princess somehow manages to keep me in check.

She is the calming voice of reason when I want to take a situation in my own hands to right a wrong that may have been done. She is the great communicator in our home when at times I want to clam up, satisfied within my own mind that I know all there is to know about the situation.

I am convinced that God brought us together in a Divine manner at just the right time. Two broken and shattered lives, neither looking for or ever expecting to love again. Yet God somehow orchestrated things so that we would meet one day in the foyer of a church, a church she was visiting only because of a friends invitation.

I could never have imagined that this shy young lady who wouldn’t even make eye contact with me when we were introduced, would one day complete me in a way I never thought possible and that together we would write our own Love Story.

These are just some of the reasons why I am a thankful and grateful man today. And yes, it is true, there are days when I need to be reminded of all of this. When I am, I’m humbled once again at the realization of where I’ve come from and where I’m destined to go.

For all of this, I am forever grateful and appreciative to my Savior.

Have a blessed day everyone!

Ron

[1] 2 Timothy 3:2 (KJV)

[2] For more of Bill Sweeney’s story of how the Lord has sustained him through a long battle with ALS, check out his website here: https://unshakablehope.com/about/

 

 

 

Why Thanksgiving is my Favorite Holiday

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Thanksgiving

Just saying the word conjures up special images and memories for each of us.

Turkey and dressing. Pumpkin pie and Pilgrims. Football and family. Tryptophan and nap time.

In our home it goes without saying that Thanksgiving Day is my favorite holiday. My wife Debbie is an amazing cook, and usually Wednesday evening will find me getting anxious to smell the wonderful things she will prepare for our family. As always, we will have turkey and all the trimmings along with just about anything else one would expect to see at a Thanksgiving feast. Come to think of it, I believe I’ve already asked her 3 or 4 times if she has everything in the house for the big day.

Of course, she teases me that the only reason I like Thanksgiving so much is because I love all the great food on our table. I’ll admit to the food being a very special part of the day, but there’s much more to it than that for me.

Thanksgiving is a Heart Thing

As a young boy growing up in rural Ohio, Thanksgiving was a time for family. My family would spend days in preparation, making sure of every detail, right down to drying the bread for my mom’s stuffing. Once the big day arrived, our home would be packed with relatives who had made the journey from as far away as 50 miles (no small sacrifice in the early 60’s).

All my aunts and uncles, cousins, and even people who I had never heard of before would gather in our home. No one even thought of watching TV, even though if the weather cooperated we could bring in two and a half channels. No, Thanksgiving was for catching up on each others lives around our huge dinner table.

Instead, all of us kids would be sent to play outside until it was time for dinner, which gave me the opportunity to show off to my city cousins a life they didn’t know existed.

For instance, we used to stand corn stalks up to make what is called a corn shock. These were made in the shape of a teepee and were wonderful hiding places from my girl cousins (and annoying sisters).

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From there I would take them on an adventure that rivaled any zoo they had ever seen. At our home we had cows, pigs, and chickens, none of which my city cousins had ever seen up close and personal. Boy, my cousins sure seemed to scare easily when they would hear a made-up story of how dangerous those animals were.

Back then, the men in my family always went hunting in the morning, returning just in time to eat dinner. How well I remember when I was deemed old enough to tag along with them. I had no gun, but it didn’t matter a bit because I got to be with my dad and uncles.

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When at long last my mom would announce that dinner was ready, we would all head towards the kitchen. Since there were so many of us, the grownups would fix our plates and we would then sit at the “little table”.

I really disliked those little card tables because the only people sitting there were us kids, and all of us knew that the “big table” was the place to be. I remember every year asking if this was the year I finally got to sit at the big table. I got used to being told “NO”, but still I had to ask.

I can still see what had to have been the biggest turkey in the store resting on a huge platter. Spilling all around it was the stuffing that we had prepared all that dried bread for. A gigantic bowl of mashed potatoes, along with an even larger bowl of chicken and dumplings sat on one end of the table. Bowls of green beans, cranberries, gravy, and other yummy things I can no longer remember filled the rest of the table.

I can remember eating so much food that my relatives would tease me that I was going to blow up. I didn’t care because being a skinny kid I could eat as much of anything I wanted and never gain a pound (oh for those days!).

After we had finished eating our dinner it was time for dessert, and I’m here to tell you that I could eat some dessert, especially my aunt Laura’s chocolate pie. I can remember there being apple pies, peach pies, blackberry cobbler, raisin pie (my dad’s favorite), and of course aunt Laura’s chocolate pie.

Those wonderful memories are tucked safely away in my mind. Those carefree days of family and friends are never far from me, and at this time of the year I think of them often. Though the years have created separation and distance in my childhood family, those are some of the best years of my life.

I regret not having had the opportunity to enjoy more of those years, but as fate would have it my dad passed away when I was 12 years of age, and for all intents and purposes life was never the same after that. Therefore, those memories are indeed precious to me.

Today, of course, things are much different. Thanksgiving is largely thought of as a day off from work and the traditional start of the holiday shopping season. What a shame, because in the rush to buy someone something a lot of memories are not being made around the Thanksgiving dinner table.

It goes without saying that I am one of those that has a really hard time with seeing Christmas trees showing up in October, and as we get later and later into November the inevitable deluge of advertisements for Black Friday start showing up, as if we needed one thousand reminders a day.

Around my house I’ll be the one asking a hundred times “wait…what about Thanksgiving? Why doesn’t anyone think of Thanksgiving like they used to? Why is it so hard for us to celebrate the idea of thankfulness”?

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So, while I am grateful for the Pilgrims and Wampanoag Indians celebrating the very 1st Thanksgiving way back in 1621, I can’t say that it was that event that sparked my love for Thanksgiving.

Neither was the Congressional resolution that resulted in President George Washington proclaiming Thursday, the 26th of November 1789 a day of “public thanksgiving and prayer” instrumental in instilling my love for Thanksgiving.

Even President Abraham Lincoln, who declared in 1863 that the last Thursday in November would become a federal holiday and a national day of “Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens” isn’t responsible for my fondness of all things Thanksgiving.

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While all those events are important in our nation’s history, the real reason that I love Thanksgiving is because in my mind I get to be that kid again. I get to be surrounded by the people who mean the world to me, and I get to add more memories to an already overflowing basket of thankfulness and gratitude gifted me by our Lord.

 

 

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Ron

 

 

 

Sorry Chick-fil-A, this isn’t your fight

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By now most of America and beyond has heard the news about Chick-fil-A issuing a statement saying they will no longer support certain charitable groups such as The Salvation Army and the Fellowship of Christian Athletes.

According to the press release from the company the restaurant chain has decided it “will deepen its giving to a smaller number of organizations working exclusively in the areas of education, homelessness and hunger”. Noticeably absent is any mention of faith-based groups, long a recipient of Chick-fil-A’s generosity.

Almost immediately after this press release, Christians came out of the woodwork accusing Chick-fil-A of caving in to the relentless pressure from the LGBT community. On the surface, that is exactly what it looks like has happened.

Reading the entire press release however leads one to believe otherwise. As any company has the right to do, Chick-fil-A says it has decided to go a different direction with it’s philanthropic endeavors by contributing $9 million dollars in more specific ways. [1]

Only time will tell the whole truth. Personally, I would like to believe that they did not in fact cave to external pressure, and are simply changing their course in mid stream.

The pessimist in me however believes that the company grew tired of the constant fear of boycotts and picketers,(along with an unending stream of negative publicity) and decided they had had enough.

Seriously, who could blame them if they did?

Now, all of this fuss over chicken nuggets (granted, the tastiest chicken nuggets on the planet) has always been blown out of proportion. Of course, it is no secret that the LGBT community would rather see every Chick-fil-A restaurant go bankrupt then continue to operate it’s business on Christian principles.  This is after all a spiritual battle, not a fight over who has the best chicken sandwich.

Just as obvious is the fact that had Chick-fil-A and Jesus never been mentioned in the same breath, they would have been thought of in the same manner as KFC,Zaxby’s, and Popeye’s. Just another chicken joint.

I think we all get that.

What concerns me far more than a systematic attack on a Christian-based restaurant chain however is the fact that Chick-fil-A has been forced to the forefront in defending Christianity. Why is that a concern you ask?

It is a concern because it is NOT the responsibility of Chick-fil-A (or any other business)to defend Jesus, Christianity, or the Church.

That responsibility falls squarely and solely on the shoulders of the Church, the Body of Christ. That’s you and me beloved.  Yes, the very same ones who couldn’t wait to criticize Chick-fil-A. Who, by the way, were noticeably absent when they could have used our support.

Yep, that’s you and me beloved. Quick to judge, so slow to defend.

How sad is it that a national restaurant chain is forced to defend not only it’s foundational operating beliefs, but the whole of Christianity itself while the church sits by silently? Aside from a recent post by Franklin Graham, I am unaware of any Christian leaders taking up the fight to proclaim the gospel alongside Chick-fil-A in the face of unbelievable hostilities.

Am I the only one that wonders when the famous TV preachers are going to remove their hand from your wallet and get back to preaching the WHOLE counsel of God? [2] As the days draw darker shouldn’t God’s anointed rise up in power and authority to confront the sins of our day? After all, that is exactly what our spiritual predecessors did!

Defending the faith is of course a very unpopular thing to do. It always has been. It cost eleven of the twelve Disciples their lives. Additionally, history has recorded that defending the faith has cost millions of believers their lives through various persecutions, inquisitions, and genocides. Sadly, this continues unabated in many parts of the world today. [3] [4]

The Church should be fearless and tireless in its efforts to proclaim God’s word to this generation. All of God’s word, not just a selective few “feel good verses”. She should not be hiding behind the counter of a chicken restaurant, afraid to declare what “thus says the Lord”.

These are dangerous days, even hostile days for Christians everywhere. Whether fighting over the right to operate a business based upon Christian principles or simply desiring to live one’s faith in a peaceful manner, the cost to do so is increasing daily.

I have said for many years that the day would come here in America when Christians would be largely on their own in the fight against the forces of darkness because the institutionalized Church would not have the courage to do so.

Don’t look now, but that day is at hand.

Be encouraged, in Jesus name!

Ron

 

[1] The complete news release from Chick-fil-A can be read here.

[2] Acts 20:27

[3] Read the 11th chapter of Hebrews (verses 35-37) for a detailed description of what many have been forced to endure while defending the faith.

[4] https://www.opendoorsusa.org/christian-persecution/world-watch-list/

 

Bloodlust

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Note: this post was originally written immediately after the Dayton and El Paso mass shootings back in August of this year. I have resisted publishing it until now because of its tone, not wanting to add to the overall anger and frustration of the moment. What is interesting to me personally is that I feel just as strongly about this as I did nearly a month and a half ago, especially in light of the most recent shooting at a high school in Santa Clarita California.

Bloodlust: an uncontrollable desire to kill or maim others.

Did you know that so far this year there there have been more mass shootings in America than days in the year?

As of September 1, which was the 244th day of the year, there have been 283 mass shootings in the U.S., according to an article published on CBS.com that cites data from the nonprofit Gun Violence Archive (GVA), which tracks every mass shooting in the country. [1]

Crazed gunmen are everywhere it seems. Dayton, Odessa, Virginia Beach, and El Paso are just some of the most recent locations where mass shootings have occurred. Geography apparently offers no barrier to those intent on slaughtering innocent people, as evidenced by the random locations of these tragedies.

Each new incident brings with it a new round of shock, outrage, and horror that such atrocities could be occurring virtually ’at will’ in America. With sickening frequency, TV news reporters, film crews in tow, show up at these grisly scenes to give us an ‘up close and personal’ look at the carnage.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, politicians take turns demonizing one another in an insidious effort to absolve themselves of any guilt derived from their inability to at least slow down the pace of these massacres.

Seemingly devoid of all common sense and reason, these inept ‘leaders’ can not muster up enough concern and compassion to lay aside their partisan politics in order to at least try to do something other than point their fingers at one another.

We are a nation awash in the blood of its citizens, gunned down on a daily basis while those elected to ‘protect and defend’ sequester themselves safely behind the well protected doors of Congress.

Perhaps this is more telling than we want to admit, for their actions are indicative of people who have thrown in the towel, possessing neither the courage nor the decency to acknowledge their failures. Political suicide, don’t you know.

Strange, isn’t it, that the Congress of these United States of America is so hell bent on impeaching a President that it will scarcely give more than lip service to the fact that the citizens it has been elected to SERVE are being slaughtered under their watch.

I fear that the awful truth is that we are a nation that has come to love bloodshed. I fear that our collective consciousness has been so ‘seared with a hot iron’ that we can never again be a peaceful and loving nation that values all human life.  [2]

How else can we explain such unabated mayhem?

All of this is not unprecedented of course, after all history does tend to repeat itself doesn’t it? I am reminded of something the Lord said to his servant Jeremiah nearly 2600 years ago when it became apparent that Israel would not permit the Lord to rule over them.

A wonderful and horrible thing is committed in the land; The prophets prophesy falsely, and the priests bear rule by their means; and my people love to have it so: and what will ye do in the end thereof?   Jeremiah 5:30,31

The word “wonderful” here is more accurately rendered ‘astonishing’, as in an “astonishing and horrible thing…” Those who purported to speak for the Lord spoke only lies, thus leading God’s people even further down the path toward destruction.

Those entrusted with the care of the soul of the nation were no longer leading the people according to God’s commandments, but after their own sinful desires. Does this not sound eerily familiar to you today?

Incredibly, the people loved it this way. They loved the idea of permitting someone else to be responsible for the religious aspects of their lives, while they themselves sunk to new lows.

God ends this warning by asking Israel when it’s all said and done, who will you cry out to for help? Who will come to you and save you from yourselves?

Isn’t that the cry of America today? We are drowning in blood, the blood of innocent children gunned down in our streets and our schools. Who will save us from ourselves? Who will right these wrongs?

As if all of this senseless killing wasn’t bad enough, we must add to the carnage the blood of tens of millions of babies slaughtered in the womb, and now outside of the womb. Unlike unlike gun shootings however, this genocide draws not even a whimper from the politicians, Hollywood, or the media.

Do we honestly believe that a Holy God will hold us guiltless for this? Are we so drunken with the blood of the innocent that we cannot understand that judgement is soon to come, and indeed has already begun?

How is it that tens of millions of Americans dare call themselves “Christian”, or Christlike, yet support political candidates who heartily endorse the murder of unborn children? Is there even one person on this planet that can show where Christ is in alignment with such debauchery?

This may sound harsh, but it needs to be said and I will not remain silent on these issues. We have become like the wild beasts of the fields who have developed a taste for human blood. Laying aside their natural tendencies they have turned to consuming something they were never created to consume.

Bloodlust: an uncontrollable desire to kill or maim others.

I’d say that just about sums it up, wouldn’t you?

Please be in prayer for our nation. There is no other hope for America.

Ron

[1] The GVA defines a mass shooting as any incident in which at least four people were shot, excluding the shooter.

[2] 1 Timothy 4:1-3

 

It’s never over until He says it’s over!

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Like most of you, my life has had its share of defining moments.

Whether it was accepting Jesus as my Savior, finishing school, getting married, buying a house, losing my dad when I was only 12, memorable vacations, landing a good job and having a successful career, all of these and more are defining moments in my life.

There is yet another defining moment, one that took place exactly nineteen years ago today, that I want to mention in this blog.

Very early on a Monday morning 19 years ago, my wife and I drove to the hospital where I was scheduled to have open heart surgery.

A few months prior to this, on my daughter’s second birthday, I had suffered a massive heart attack while mowing the lawn. Subsequent procedures, rehab, and medications failed to keep my arteries open, and we were faced with the dim reality that surgery was the only option left.

A lot of things go through your mind when you are facing something of this magnitude. For one thing, while open heart surgery has become a normal procedure these days, there is nothing normal about it when it’s you that is going to be operated on.

Emotions, if left unchecked, will get the best of you and leave you in a constant state of panic and fear. Of course, all of this is very normal, and if anyone tells you otherwise, they are not being honest with you.

As best as I can remember, there were about three weeks between the time I was told I had to have surgery and the day I actually went to the hospital for the procedure.

During those three weeks you have to undergo a battery of tests and procedures, none of which do anything to allay the fears that creep into the mind. Actually, by the time they finish all of these tests, you just want to have the surgery and get it over with.

People that know that I had open heart surgery generally will ask one of two questions.

1. How were you able to overcome the fear of such a serious surgery?

2. If you are a Christian that believes God still heals today, why didn’t God heal you so you didn’t have to have the surgery?

The answer to the first question is that God gave me a peace that passes all understanding about the situation. It’s hard to explain to non-believers, but driving to the hospital that morning I had no fear.

How is that possible? It was because I knew that no matter what happened, I was completely in God’s hands. If I did not come through the surgery, I was going to be in His presence for all of eternity.

If I did come through, I knew that God wasn’t done with me yet. So how could I lose? How could I not be at peace knowing that I was safe and secure in the Father’s arms?

Now, to be sure, my wife was very fearful of me not coming through the surgery. After all, we had only been married three years and we had a two year old baby. What wife and mother wouldn’t be scared?

That does not mean that she didn’t have any faith. Quite the contrary! My wife has more faith than any person I know, and literally trusts God for everything.

The way that I answer the second question is because God chose not to miraculously heal me. Could He have? Of course he could have! He is God after all. But He chose not to. And whether you believe this or not, I was OK with his decision.

Would I have rather He instantly healed me? You better believe I would have preferred that to the surgery. I may be crazy, but I’m not that crazy!

In case you haven’t noticed, Christians die every day from one type of disease or another. Can anyone quote the chapter and verse from the Bible that says Christians will live long, illness free lives, and die peacefully in their sleep at a ripe old age?

Didn’t think so!

The fact is that God is Sovereign. He is in control. He orders our footsteps, not us. It is God who exalts and also brings low. In short, our lives are not our own, but His to do with as he pleases.

That is a bitter pill for many to swallow, and I have learned that submission to God’s will is a lifelong process. You don’t wake up one morning and suddenly say “from this day forward I will submit every part of my life to the Lord”.

It just doesn’t work that way. Getting to the place where we trust God with our very lives comes from the daily experience of learning to trust the Lord that He alone knows what is best for our lives.

Coming through open heart surgery changes a person in several ways. There are the physical benefits of course, but there is also a change that takes place in the inner heart because now you know an attribute of God that may have been hidden from you before.

You now know God as Faithful in a way that goes far beyond words. And because you know Him as Faithful, you know that there is nothing that He cannot do for you.

These past nineteen years have been years of great joy, moments of severe testing, times of rejoicing, and yes even occasions of despair. Through them all however, God has been faithful to stand by us. I cannot think of a single time that I have felt as if God did not have my life in His hands.

Maybe you are facing the trial of a lifetime. Maybe fear has gripped your heart and panic rules the day. Maybe events from your past haunt you with the torment that you will never be free of them. Maybe the defining moments of your life have left you battered, broken, and helpless.

If this is you, I’ve got good news for you. It’s not over until He says it’s over! You are still standing. You may have been knocked down but you are not counted out.

There is still life to live, victories to cherish, mountains to conquer, and enemies to defeat all because God has you in the palm of His hands.

Nineteen years ago today there was a lot of uncertainty surrounding my life. Would I live or die? If I lived, what kind of life would I be able to have? Would I ever be the same again?

Praise God I am alive and well today to say that God is Faithful to sustain us and keep us. It is true, I cannot do some things as well as I used to. Part of that is heart related and part of it is the normal aging process all of us deal with.

I choose to focus however on what I can do, not what I cannot do. God has chosen to keep me around and as long as I am here, I will give Him praise and thanks for the wonderful life I have been blessed to live.

It’s not over until he says it’s over. My life, as well as your, is not and will not be defined by illness or weakness. God brought me through then and He will bring me through tomorrow!

Be blessed everyone,

Ron

 

 

 

 

 

 

Old habits sure are hard to break

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I like to talk to people. It doesn’t matter to me if they’re young or old, male or female, or what nationality they may claim. I find people interesting, and I enjoy striking up a conversation with them.

I’m that guy who goes to Walmart with his wife and disappears for a few minutes, only to be found two aisles over talking to someone he’s never met before.

Yep, that guy.

If I see someone just moving in the neighborhood I’ll probably strike up a conversation with them the first chance I get. Just did that a few days ago as a matter of fact.

The ladies in my house think my talking to complete strangers is a bit odd.

They may be right.

What’s funny (to me) about this is that until I was in my early 20’s I was extremely shy and socially awkward. Even looking someone in the eyes was a major struggle for me. Maybe some of you can relate?

It wasn’t until I became a Christian and began to grown in my faith that I actually began to see myself as “good enough” and on equal footing as the rest of the world. Oh sure, I had plenty of people telling me that I would never be more than the shy, introverted country boy I’d always been, but I was determined to be more than that.

By the grace of God and the support of the best wife in the world I went farther than what anyone ever thought I would or could. Along the way I found my voice and God opened many, many doors for me to use it. Again, it was nothing I did. To God be the Glory for every good thing that has come my way!

So, as I said, I enjoy talking to people. I’m finding out however, that I’m not supposed to be doing that any longer, at least not without some restraints. Let me explain.

A few months ago I was out walking and the school bus dropped off a young lady and as the bus pulled away, I said hello to her. She didn’t respond, which I took to mean she didn’t hear me. So I said something to the effect of “I bet you’re glad to be out of school for the day, aren’t you”? This time she murmured something that I couldn’t understand. With that, she seemed to pick up the pace and hurried to get home.

Odd, I thought.

Just last night I was wandering around Target and I hear the familiar sounds of SuperMario coming from the electronics section of the store. I used to love playing Mario when it first came out, so I was naturally drawn to the sounds.

As I round the corner I see a young boy about 10 years of age intently focused on the game he was playing. He was pretty good at it and I complimented him on his skills. In response he barely glanced over his shoulder at me. I watched a few more seconds and told him that I too used to love to play Mario, and this time he didn’t even look at me. The silence felt very awkward, so I quickly left.

Recounting these events with my family I was told that I was probably thought of as an old creeper. In other words, I cannot strike up a conversation with children I don’t know, because I will be thought of as a potential predator.

As I listened to my daughter(who works with kids at a day care)tell me about how I should keep to myself when I’m around strange kids, it all started to make sense and I knew she was right. After all, no telling how many times these kids have been told about “Stranger Danger”. To them, I’m just another old guy that wants to harm them.

I get it.

Still, none of this sits well with me. I don’t like not being able to smile at a child or make over a baby in the store without it stepping over some line that society has deemed uncrossable. It’s just an automatic, natural thing to want to say “hi”.

Honestly, I get it.

Sadly, I get it.

Actually, tit’s kind of heartbreaking if you want to know the truth about it.

So I guess I’m left to wander around the store, hands in my pockets, eyes straight ahead, wearing blinders so I don’t notice the children. I’m to pretend there are nothing but grown ups within 100 yards of me. Which really stinks, because I seem to get along much better with kids than people my own age.

And that my friends, is the society we have descended into. Not much more to say about that I suppose.

Old habits sure are hard to break…I wonder how long it’ll be before I smile at some kid and ask “how ya doin”?

Be blessed on this Lord’s day,

Ron

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