He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation.” Mark 16:15

The discussion made me cringe. People were calling in to a Christian radio station, bemoaning the deplorable behavior of some alleged Christ-followers who had shown up at a funeral, carrying signs saying God hates gays and they were all going to hell.

Finally, the moderator posed this question: “If you were standing next to these people with your own sign, what would your sign say?”

I knew my answer immediately, “ASK ME ABOUT THE REAL JESUS – THE ONE WHO LOVES YOU.“

I didn’t call in, but there was a stirring in my heart that I believe was preparing me for what happened later that evening.

I received a message from a friend, a pastor’s wife, inviting me to go with a group from her church to the “pride parade” in Detroit. They wanted to “love on” the people there and apologize for the way the Church had treated them.

I asked my daughter Kelly if she’d like to go share God’s love with the LGBT community. Her response was an immediate and enthusiastic “YES!”

The parade was in just a couple of days, so I grabbed some poster board and started working on my sign. I guess I was a little too eager and didn’t plan the spacing very well. It was like one of those signs saying, “P-L-A-N AHEad,” with the last few letters scrunched together for lack of space. (*eye roll*) When I told Kelly I might have to start over, she made a suggestion that saved the day. (She’s familiar with my scatterbrained ways.) So, my sign ended up saying, “ASK ME ABOUT THE REAL JESUS, THE ONE WHO ❤ s U.”

Close enough.

I had noticed signs outside certain churches, implying that God was perfectly fine with whatever behavior one chose to practice. Not wanting our group to be mistaken for one of them, I prayed about how to distinguish ourselves from the enablers without coming across as unloving. Since this was going to be a totally new experience for me, and since I am much more confident writing than spontaneously speaking, I decided to write a testimony that I could give out at the parade. If the people there didn’t understand our position when they encountered us, they would when they read my story.

I prayerfully wrote my piece and was surprised at how quickly it came. The words flowed with very little revision, and when I showed it to my husband Marty, who is excruciatingly honest in his feedback, his only response was, “This is good.” Coming from him, that was a huge green light.

I typed up the piece to fit onto a sheet of paper with three columns on each side. Taking it to the local print shop, I had copies made in multiple colors, folded them, and stacked them to look like a rainbow in my hand.

The night before the parade, Kelly sat with a blank hot pink posterboard and a concerned look on her face.

“I don’t know what to write on my sign!” she sighed.

Remembering that we were going to the parade to try to undo the damage done by “Christian” haters, I suggested, “How about, ‘Can we start over?‘”

She loved the idea and got to work. Around midnight we put the signs and flyers by the door, set our alarms, and went to bed. We wanted to get a good night’s sleep before what we felt was going to be an important day for us and, we hoped, for some hurting people who would be blessed by what we were offering, as well.

I admit I’ve slept better. I didn’t know what kind of reception the Pride people would give to a church group, especially after the despicable treatment they had received from others who claimed to represent Jesus. I was also aware that if we were going down to win souls to Christ, there was going to be pushback, if not from the people themselves, from the spiritual forces that held them captive. Were we in for unpleasant encounters, even violence? I believe in spiritual warfare, as my long-time readers know. Putting on my armor and praying some Scripture, I eventually fell asleep.

Early Sunday morning downtown Detroit was quieter than we had expected. I texted my friend and her husband to see where we should park and which direction we should walk to meet them. As we traipsed along the empty streets, we started to encounter other people, and by the time we met up with our group, there was considerable activity.

We were given t-shirts to wear that said, “I’m sorry” on them. I admit my initial reaction was negative. Sorry for what? I didn’t do anything. But I swallowed my self-righteousness and put on the shirt.

I was surprised and amazed at the response we received. I had prepared for the worst (braced myself for unpleasantness), but we experienced the opposite. People thanked us for coming, hugged us with tears in their eyes, wanted to take our pictures, and wanted their pictures taken with us. Some even stepped out of the parade to rush over and hug us before running back to catch up. One woman just yelled, “YES!” from the procession. Then, clarifying, she pointed to Kelly’s sign and called, “YES! We can start over!”

I suspected there was a good chance most or all of this response was from misunderstanding why we were there. I did see a woman holding a large sign with as passage from Romans condemning homosexual activity, having a seemingly calm and friendly conversation with a man dressed in rainbows. Still, I was anxious to share my flyer with these people and clarify what exactly it was we wanted to share with them.

Next week I’ll share what the flyer said.

Prayer: Lord, why are we so often afraid to tell others You love them? Why do we expect them to respond negatively to the Good News that has blessed us so much? Do we really think they are that different from us? Or has the enemy succeeded in intimidating us into silence? Break us out of our selfish cocoons and love them through us. And when some respond negatively, keep us from retreating, in Jesus’ name. Amen.

      

“Haven’t you read,” he replied, “that at the beginning the Creator ‘made them male and female,’ and said, ‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united with his wife, and the two will become one flesh’? So, they are no longer two, but one. Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate.” – Matthew 19: 4-6

I probably should skip posting this week, as we have a very full weekend coming up, but I’m taking a few minutes off from preparing the house for houseguests and making party arrangements to fill in my readers ahead of time.

The day this is scheduled to be posted (Friday, July 14), Marty and I celebrate fifty years (!) of marriage.

“Save-the-dates” were sent out at Christmastime, and official invitations sent out a couple of months ago. Relatives are joining us from all over the country (Arizona to Maine), as well as a couple of long-time friends, who took part in our wedding. In addition to the Best Man (my cousin Larry) and Matron of Honor (my sister Susie), one of our special guests will be another bridesmaid, Cathy, dubbed “Cannonball” back in the day. (Our summer gang played volleyball, and Cathy had a mean serve.) Her sister Carol, who played guitar and sang the “Wedding Song” in the ceremony, is coming with her husband. My niece Sarah, who was our flower girl, is excited about coming, and her husband Pete, photographer extraordinaire, will be accompanying her and taking pictures.

Daughter Kelly is our designated D.J. Months ago, we gave her a long list of songs from the 60’s and 70’s, color-coded (green for dinner music, red for fast dancing, blue for slow dancing), to make into our playlist. In case that’s not enough rock and roll, Simon and Garfunkel, Beach Boys, and Woodstock, there will also be a Karaoke machine for the family hams to knock themselves out.

Our family summer home – where we were married five decades ago – is being spruced up with paint touch-ups, a few new rugs, and a face-lift for the patio. (Thanks, Sweetie! ❤ )

I’ve been making a new wreath for the door and filling flowerpots with white flowers embellished with gold ribbon, as well as designing decorations for the tables: candles in glasses of sand and pebbles, tiny vases of white flowers (not to block our view of one another), and pictures from our wedding in little gold frames. I’m up to my elbows in white and gold.

The cake has been ordered, the caterer is all set, the tables, chairs, and tablecloths reserved.

With a sense of deja vu, it occurred to me that this feels a lot like planning our children’s weddings, except instead of planning someone else’s wedding, it’s been a time of reminiscing about ours.

It seems like forever ago. It seems like yesterday.

A while back I shared the lyrics of a song I wrote for Marty when we had been married about twenty years. Since then, my songs have found their way to SoundCloud. (I told the story of that bit of serendipity on another post – https://seekingdivineperspective.com/2023/05/19/i-guess-im-not-finished-yet/ )

So now – I THINK – I can share the song with you so that you can actually listen to it! This is the demo I had made in my songwriting season in the 80’s, when I took occasional trips to Nashville in search of someone to publish my work. The songs never made it big, but I ended up with (I think) some nice recordings. You won’t hear me. The singers in this recording were hired professionals, which seemed like a better idea at the time. 😉

(Note: This song was written before Kelly came along, so the line “… with a daughter and a son” has been changed to ” … with two daughters and a son.” 😉 )

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a wed —er, party to attend…

Prayer: Lord Jesus, thank You for instituting marriage, to give us a picture of the bond You have with Your Church. What an honor it is to be Your Bride. Help us to be faithful to our wonderful Bridegroom, now and forever, in Your name, amen.

Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. – I John 4:7

Some years ago, my little granddaughter and I were on our way to get our allergy shots, and as often happens in the car, we had a “teachable moment.”

“Nana, did God know when He made people that we were gonna sin?” she asked. It was one of those questions of hers that seem to come out of thin air.

“Yes, sweetie, I believe He did. There was a pause as she considered this.

“Did He know Jesus was gonna have to die to save us?”

“That was the plan, yes.” Another pause.

“Then why did He create us?!” she asked, baffled.

How do you answer that, other than, “Because He loves us so much!”?

Recently one of my Facebook friends posted a picture of her newborn daughter, who, of course, was adorable. She posted that in one day her whole attitude toward life and the world was changed. Her perspective had shifted instantly from self to someone else – a helpless little person who couldn’t do a thing for her, and yet who elicited a love in her that she hadn’t known existed before.

I remember that feeling well, of falling instantly in love with that tiny person who so far had done nothing but cause me pain, and yet —! I remember how the proverbial lightbulb had switched on, and how between feedings and diapers I had made an awkward attempt at expressing my epiphany. The result was a poem, which I tried to share with the church but ended up basically blubbering my way through.

The recent Facebook post jogged my memory, and I was surprised at how much of that poem I remember now, over four decades later. Even just now, as I’m writing, the gaps are being filled as the rest is coming back to me

                              Joanna 

Hello there, little stranger - so it was you all along! 
All these months you've waited to sing your birth-day song.
 
I struggled for so many years, I tried so hard to learn 
To understand God's love for me, a love I couldn't earn. 

My sins - there were so many! My failures, far from few. 
I crucified Him daily with the things I'd say and do. 

"Oh God, how could You love me? There's nothing I can do, 
No gift to give, no work to do, that didn't come from You."

And then one night, a miracle, a gift from God above, 
One wondrous summer evening, a child for us to love. 

She was so small and helpless, and yet she looked so fine! 
I loved her - not on merit, but just for being mine. 

Hello there, little stranger. I'm glad you helped me see. 
All these years I never knew how much He cared for me! 

When God created us, He formed us in His image. He knew we’d blow it, but He placed in us a divine spark, and as sinful and selfish as we are, there are those moments – like falling in love with your baby – when that seed of pure love makes itself known. Any parent who has experienced that surge of divine love – that agape – has been given a glimpse of the divine that should inspire us to love and serve the One who created us. After all,

“We love because He first loved us.” (I John 4:19)

Prayer: Heavenly Father, even as we quote the Scripture, “God is love,” we may never in this life fully fathom the depths of that love. – We can’t, because Your love is infinite. All we can do is stand in awe of You and offer our eternal gratitude to You for creating us to be Your beloved children. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

I realize this post is too late for Mother’s Day, or even Father’s Day. And it’s way too early for Christmas, but I want to share a song with you that has touched me deeply, especially in light of my granddaughter’s question. And even though it’s from a Christmas album (my all-time favorite – “Rose of Bethlehem,” by Selah), its relevance is timeless. Listen, meditate on the words, and be in awe of the God who loves you that much.

“You hypocrite, first take the plank our of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.” – Matthew :5

Last week I shared my thoughts on the much-quoted Bible verse, “Judge not, or you too will be judged,” taken from the Sermon on the Mount. (Matthew 7:1) and what I believe to be the balanced way for the Christ-follower to live it out.

“Don’t Judge Me!” Part 1: To Judge or not to Judge?

The imagery was of one person trying to remove the speck from another’s eye before dealing with the plank in his own eye. Pretty vivid imagery, but as I often ask after hearing an abstract concept, what does “judge not” look like in real life? How do Christ-followers live out these principles now, when so much of the world seems to have lost its mind and are demanding we join them in their insanity? Are we to be tolerant of the wholesale slaughter of infants? The mutilation of children and the removal of them from their homes if their parents don’t go along with it? Are we to smugly feel “merciful” if we do nothing about the trafficking of human beings and deadly drugs across our border and every other evil that breaks the heart of God?

The Gospel of John gives an account that illustrates the kind of mercy Jesus lived. This story brings up the issue of passing judgment and has been (incompletely) referred to by those who scream, “JUDGE NOT!” in response to those who scream, “REPENT!”

OK, if we can all stop screaming, let’s read the story:

The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?” They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him. (John 8:3-6a)

This was not the only time the religious leaders set a trap for Jesus. They had heard Him preaching love and mercy. They had also heard Him claim to be the fulfillment of the Law of Moses. If Jesus responded by saying, “Yes, she should be stoned,” they could accuse Him of going against His own teaching of mercy. If He answered “No, she shouldn’t be stoned,” they could accuse Him of teaching against the Law of Moses. (There’s also the matter of a double-standard, as the Law required the same penalty for both parties committing adultery, but we’ll set that aside for now.)

But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “If any of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her.” Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.

At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there. Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?”

“No one, sir,” she said.

“Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared. (John 8:6b-11b)

“AHA!“ declares the “Judge-not” crowd. “Jesus didn’t condemn the woman for being sexually active!”

But wait – what else did He say to the woman?

“Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared. “Go now, and leave your life of sin.” (John 8:11b – 11c)

No, it isn’t helpful to tell the sinner (s)he’s going to hell, but neither is it OK to say, “Go now, and enjoy your life of sin.” If that’s our message, we will be held accountable and share in that person’s guilt.

The Lord explained this concept to Ezekiel this way:

“When I say to a wicked man, ‘You will surely die,” and you do not warn him or speak out to dissuade him from his evil ways in order to save his life, that wicked man will die for his sin, and I will hold you accountable for his blood. But if you do warn the wicked man and he does not turn from his wickedness or from his evil ways, he will die for his sin; but you will have saved yourself.” (Ezekiel 3:18) [Emphasis mine]

According to this passage, we aren’t responsible for other people’s behavior, but we are responsible to warn them about the consequences when that behavior is self-destructive.

So, the child of God will have opportunity to speak up, to offer correction, to be “salt and light,” but the wise will do it acknowledging their own sin, being mindful of the Lord’s mercy toward them, and extending the same mercy to fellow sinners.

So, let’s follow the pattern Jesus practiced – correction and mercy.

But mercy comes first.

Prayer: Lord God, we see how the world today seems to be careening toward a cliff, and in our selfish ease we are slow to issue any warning. But we realize that merely smiling and waving as they go, we will be held responsible for their condemnation. Who are we to stand idly by, waiting for their destruction, when we know we ourselves deserve the same punishment? Show us how to humbly and lovingly show them a better way that will lead from death to life. And prepare their hearts to receive Your gift. Give us courage and help us to obey and leave the results to You, in Jesus’ name. Amen

Speak and act as those who are going to be judged by the law that gives freedom, because judgment without mercy will be shown to anyone who has not been merciful. Mercy triumphs over judgment! – James 2:12-13

The most well-known and most often quoted verse from the Bible used to be John 3:16: “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” But some say that in recent days it’s been replaced by Matthew 7:1: “Do not judge, or you too will be judged.” This is a favorite verse to shoot back at Christians who are perceived to cross the line in minding other people’s business. It seems to fit the attitude that says, “What I do is my business, and who are you to judge me. – ‘JUDGE NOT!‘”

Since this verse is part of Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount, it is well worth looking into and understanding what exactly Jesus meant. For example, does “Judge not” mean we are not to evaluate the actions of others? Or is the meaning of “judge” more like “condemn”? And are we never to judge, or is this a warning to be very careful when expressing our disapproval of the behaviors of others?

As always, CONTEXT is crucial. Whole cults have been built around lies that seem to be implied when one verse is quoted out of context. So, since this wasn’t just some random thought Jesus threw out there in isolation from anything else He said, we should be asking, What ese did He say?

The very next verse is a reminder that we are also subject to judgment from others and, most importantly, from God. “For in the same way you judge, you will be judged,” Jesus warns. This harkens back to something He said at the very beginning of the sermon: “Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.” (Matthew 5:7) Do you want God to be merciful to you? Then you’d better be merciful to others, because as James wrote: “We all stumble in many ways.” (James 3:2) We’d do well to keep that in mind!

The next few lines in the sermon bring into focus the kind of judging Jesus was talking about, adding the element of hypocrisy and the double standard that is still so prevalent – and maddening – today.

“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye…

SO … is the Christ-follower to judge or not? I would submit to you that the answer lies in the rest of verse 5:

You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye… and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.” [emphasis mine] This verse tell us there will be times when it is right and good to correct a brother (or sister), to take the speck from his eye – after I remove the plank from my own! Are we to judge? Yes, but only after we judge ourselves. Chances are when we examine ourselves, we won’t see perfection. We may even see the same sin in ourselves that we were about to condemn the other person for. I found out that very thing not long ago! https://seekingdivineperspective.com/2023/06/09/update-and-a-confession/

The habit of checking our own hearts and lives first will give us needed humility and prevent the kind of arrogant attitude of superiority that others find so distasteful in people who claim to represent a loving God. Acknowledging our own sin and need for correction and forgiveness can open the door for the other person to more readily receive the words of life we want to give him.

Above all, we need to approach others, especially the unbelieving, only after devoting time to praying for them, making sure we are motivated by love for them. If our motives are anything else, it’s time to go to the woodshed and remove a plank or two.

Prayer: Heavenly Father, we know we are called to represent You in Your holiness and in Your loving mercy. Keep us mindful of both our own need for mercy and our own need for correction, that we might deal with others in the loving, patient way You have dealt with us. Help us be humble enough to be usable, and use us to draw others into your family as our brothers and sisters, in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.

When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. “Do you understand what I have done for you?” he asked them. “You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am. Now that I, your Lord and teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. I tell you the truth, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.” [emphasis mine] – John 13: 3-5, 12-17

Marty was out in the yard, cutting up a dead tree, when I stepped outside. He looked up and asked if there was still coffee in the kitchen.

“There is,” I replied. “Would you like some?”

He said, “Yes, I would.” I picked up his empty mug. “You don’t have to be my servant,” he added. I’m not sure what prompted that protest after all these years.

“We serve each other,” I reminded him and went inside to get his refill.

This little exchange reminded me of a song I wrote a few decades ago about a concept I still believe in, one that is likely to be even more unpopular now than it was back then. As I did a search of my blog this morning, I realized I had never shared the lyrics with my readers, so I want to post them today. I have never recorded this song, so you’ll have to just imagine an upbeat country tune, a classic Loretta Lynn-type country voice, and a woman with a big smile.

WARNING: If you are a zealous feminist, you probably will not like this song. – Unless you read to the end with an open mind and open heart. Then, who knows? You might find yourself smiling, too.

SERVANT’S HEART

by Annie Aschauer

People tell me we're the happiest pair they've ever seen.
My man gets treated like a king. - I guess that makes me Queen!
The secret to our "wedded bliss" is one you might not guess.
Who'd've thought a servant held the key to happiness?

Refrain:   Girlfriends say, "How can you let him walk all over you?"
                But they are never satisfied, and me, I'm rarely blue.
                So if you are a bride-to-be, I'll tell you from the start,
                If you want to live just like a queen, have a servant's heart.

Now when my man gets tired, I rub his back and make him tea.
(The Son of God washed feet, so I'm in Good Company!)
Some girls grab for what they want, but I get so much more,
'cause I serve him, then he serves me, and no one's keepin' score.

Refrain:   Girlfriends say, "How can you let him walk all over you?"
                But they are never satisfied, and me, I'm rarely blue.
                So if you are a bride-to-be, I'll tell you from the start,
                If you want to live just like a queen, have a servant's heart.

Now I am no one's doormat, and I'm hardly ever shy!
And that is why I must explain to those who wonder why
Every little thing he asks, I very gladly do:
When I'm the one who needs a hand - he's my servant, too!

Refrain:   Girlfriends say, "How can you let him walk all over you?"
                But they are never satisfied, and me, I'm rarely blue.
                So if you are a bride-to-be, I'll tell you from the start,
                If you want to live just like a queen, have a servant's heart.

Philippians 2 contains a very famous passage describing Jesus, the divine Servant we are to emulate:

Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus:

Who, being in very nature God,
   did not consider equality with God 
       something to be grasped,
But made himself nothing,
   taking the very nature of a servant, 
       being made in human likeness.
And being found in appearance as a man,
   he humbled himself and became obedient to death - 
       even death on a cross!    
Therefore God exalted him to the highest place
       and gave him the name that is above every name,
That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,
   in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
       and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,
            to the glory of God the Father.
                                                  Philippians 2: 5-11

Prayer: King of the universe, You came among us as a Servant, modeling humility and obedience to Your Father, even unto death! And yet so often we want the positions of honor and influence. Forgive us for our arrogance, our blindness, and our failure to follow Your example. Make us servants today. Open our eyes to the opportunities around us and let Your grace shine through us as we serve others, in You precious name, amen.





              

“Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.” – Matthew 5:7 (Jesus)

It’s been a busy, fun, and interesting few weeks. The last two weeks of May I was with my sister Susie out West, having our annual “sisterly adventure” – a couple of days at her house in Scottsdale, Arizona, then eight days on the road in her motor home, exploring New Mexico and Colorado, meeting some fascinating people from all over the country (and one from Sweden), and taking long soaks in various hot mineral springs, with a few hikes in between. Then we spent another day or two at her house before flying home.

I returned to Louisville just in time to see my second granddaughter “graduate” from grade school in (for me) a very emotional ceremony. I was so proud of her as she gave her speech, and I was brought to tears as the students all sang “The Blessing” to their parents right before giving carnations to their moms. As they stood singing, I could see my granddaughter’s hands signing the song behind the kid in front of her. She and I had learned almost the whole song in sign language earlier that month, and I was touched that she wanted to sign the words, even if most of the congregation didn’t see her doing it.

Next on the schedule was a weekend family reunion, hosted by my cousin Owen and his wife. Saturday night’s event was at their home just a few blocks from our house and was supposed to feature a “talent show.” I had persuaded our daughter Joanna to sing “The Happy Wanderer” with me in honor of Susie, who couldn’t make it. (That song epitomizes Susie’s spirit of adventure.) I expected that if we started singing it, Owen would join us, yodeling for the chorus, as he had often done before. So, I tuned my guitar and carried it up the road to the party.

As it turned out, there were several men at the gathering who also played guitar, all of them Owen’s wife’s relatives, whom I didn’t know well. Before most of us had finished eating, these musicians were jamming together; it sounded like something they did often. One of the children came up to me at the dinner table and asked if one of the men could play my guitar. I thought, Why not? and said, “Sure.”

A few minutes later, I was notified that said musician had broken one of the strings while trying to tune my guitar. I guessed immediately what had happened.

When I went to talk to him, the man explained that he was trying to get my guitar in tune. I explained to him that 12-string guitars are always tuned a whole step lower than 6-string guitars. Surprised, he asked why. Now in full teacher mode, I explained that to lessen the strain on the neck, the guitar is tuned lower, and a capo is used when playing with 6-string guitars.

He said, “Sorry.”

I told him, “These things happen,” and that he was not the first to try to “tune my guitar for me.” As it turned out, it was still playable. In fact, if I could have picked one string to lose, it would have been that one, as it was least involved in my more intricate picking patterns.

As it also turned out, the “talent show” never quite happened. The jamming went on into the evening, and it was fun to hear. Also, while they were jamming, I was able to get acquainted with a 13-year-old cousin-in-law-twice-removed (or something). This was, in fact, more fun than “performing,” because I found that she was a young version of ME! – an animated, talkative, singing, guitar-playing, novel-writing, theater-loving young lady – named Annie, no less! So, it was a delightful evening, although not what I had expected.

The next day I was adding “Buy new strings” to my to-do list, realizing my guitar was way overdue for new strings anyway, and yes, it was all good. As I looked up the local guitar store, I randomly remembered the time I’d been performing a song with some of my best picking, and a teenaged boy had told me that 12-string guitars are for strumming, not picking. (Men.) I was momentarily struck with a twinge of irritation at men who thought they knew more about my guitar than I did, when something (or SomeONE) brought to mind a recent memory …

Flashback: Susie and I were getting cleaned up at her house after a day in the desert, and I had finished first. As I waited for her, I spotted her harp sitting in the corner. I said something about it to LeeAnn, Susie’s sometimes-tenant, who commented that she hadn’t heard Susie play it lately.

“I guess she hasn’t,” I opined, plucking at the strings. “It’s really out of tune.” I was itching to play it, so I got the tuning instrument and adjusted a couple of strings …

When Susie came out and saw what I was doing, she gently reminded me that her harp was tuned in the key of D, not C, which explained why several strings were not tuned to the “right” notes …

That’s right, folks. Less than two weeks before my cousin’s wife’s relative took the liberty of tuning my guitar, I did the same thing with Susie’s harp. … Well, almost the same thing, the difference being that the man at the party had asked permission to play my guitar.

In that forehead-slapping moment of realization, I was SO glad I had been nice about the broken string!

Update: Today I’m playing my 12-string guitar with brand-new strings on it, and it sounds wonderful.

Prayer: Lord, thanks for the reminder that it’s always good to conduct ourselves “in a manner worthy of the gospel of Christ,” even when we don’t feel like it or understand why. I realize there are often things I’m not aware of – or don’t remember, so help me always to remember to be kind, because I need mercy, too. In Your name, amen.

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the forces of evil in the heavenly realms. – Ephesians 6:12

Films about demons have long been hugely popular among a certain portion of movie-goers. Unfortunately, these films contain more sensationalism than truth, utilizing just enough biblical references to give a semblance of legitimacy before launching into an orgy of terror and gore, with enough lewd sensuality thrown in to attract additional viewers from the porn enthusiasts.

The more sanitized Christian attempts at sending a message about evil all too often ends up awkward and strained, what we used to call “hokey,” now dubbed simply “lame.”

I can think of a few exceptions, for example, Mel Gibson’s film “The Passion of the Christ.” Another exception is C. S. Lewis’s classic fiction The Screwtape Letters. (I’ve seen an excellent stage rendition by the Fellowship for the Performing Arts.) I would put the new film “Nefarious” in that category. It’s been aptly described as “Screwtape meets ‘Silence of the Lambs.'”

Before recommending this film, I should probably put out a disclaimer. There are “religious” people who would not want to see it. The topic, the language, the violence might offend their sensibilities, and that’s OK. They are not the target audience. “Nefarious” is not a film to entertain church people, and it doesn’t attempt to entice the world into the Church with promises of “pie in the sky in the sweet by-and-by.” (Admit it, for the most part the world doesn’t think that far into the future and, frankly, doesn’t care.)

“Nefarious” is, rather, a startling, in-your-face picture of what’s really going on behind the scenes in a secular, sinful, self-righteous, and oblivious world. It’s a blunt wake-up call, a warning of what the future holds for those who continue to reject the true God in favor of satisfying their egos and fleshly appetites. It also accuses the lukewarm “religious” people (“having a form of godliness but denying its power.” – II Timothy 3:5) as being unwitting allies of the enemy.

The bulk of the film takes place in a maximum-security prison, where a young psychiatrist, a cocky atheist named James, (played by Jordan Belfi) is interviewing a condemned murderer named Edward (Sean Patrick Flanery) hours before his scheduled execution to determine the man’s mental state. Interestingly, the murderer is not pleading insanity, but demon possession. In the course of the interview the alleged demon does most of the talking in an elaborate, fast-paced dialogue.

At first James appears skeptical, even amused, but as the interview progresses, he is confronted with his own guilt, which he tries to deflect. At one point the psychiatrist even facetiously – and foolishly – invites the demon to come into him. (The consequences of that proposal are disastrous but only manifested moments after the present host’s execution.) Although James is presented with details of his life that a man who has been in solitary confinement could not have possibly known, he remains stubbornly unconvinced, and for the most part, unrepentant. The exception is one agonizing attempt to set things right, which turns out to be too little, too late.

The demon, “Nefarious,” speaks in his own twisted way, Screwtape-style, truths in reverse. For example, speaking of Christ – “the Carpenter” – as the enemy. When the prison “chaplain” confesses that he has never done an exorcism, implies that he doesn’t, in fact, believe in demons, and speaks blandly about “getting along,” the condemned man relaxes, smiles, and in the voice of Nefarious tells him in a low chuckle, “I like you.”

When the topic of theology comes up, the demon declares that he knows more about theology than all of them put together.

We do get occasional glimpses of Edward, the demon’s hapless host. Edward is a pitiful shell of a man, whose life has been taken over by an entity he is powerless to resist. (Flanery, by the way, should receive the Oscar for Best Actor, hands-down.) Edward is utterly, miserably helpless, and it is apparent that the wimpy chaplain and smug psychiatrist offer no help at all.

To me one of the most profound moments of dialogue was when the demon referred to their conversation in terms of a contest. James responds, “I didn’t know we were in a fight.”

Nefarious retorts, “That’s why you’re losing.”

This film doesn’t end with a gospel presentation and an altar call, but rather with a chilling reminder of the evil that is everywhere in this world, and that refusing to believe in it is not going to make it go away. There is, thankfully, a welcome glimpse of redemption at the end, but the impact of the film in general is sobering and, one would hope, convicting.

“Nefarious” is a wake-up call, because like it or not, we are in a battle.

The question is, which side are you on?

Prayer: Lord, we rejoice that You love us and have overcome evil! As we are called to be overcomers as well, we take up the armor You have provided us with. Help us to be ready to follow You, our Commander, into the battle, knowing we will win. In Jesus’ name, amen.

“There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known. What you have said in the dark will be heard in the daylight, and what you have whispered in the ear in the inner rooms will be proclaimed from the roofs.” – Luke 12:2-3

One day I had become so sick of the he-said-she-said of the media, with every story being “fact checked” and every source labeled a liar, I asked, “Alexa, do fact checkers tell the truth?”

After a long pause, “Alexa” just shut down.

Just as I thought.

More recently, my husband Marty was asking me what the best antihistamine was for a constant cough. Having never thought of antihistamines in the context of a cough, I said I didn’t know. I suggested he “google” it. He typed in the search bar, “best an…” and his phone finished the phrase for him, “… tihistamine for cough.”

Creepy.

It would seem that there is no such thing as privacy anymore, at least not when there are “devices” around, and in the modern American lifestyle, there usually are.

The latest development, artificial intelligence, “AI,” has made evident some terrifying implications.

AI can make it appear a leader says things (s)he never said, and such deception can start protests, riots, even wars. (Where are those fact checkers when we need them?)

On a more personal level, the same kind of technology can make an innocent “significant other” look guilty and cause a breakup or divorce. It can even use a child’s voice for extortion from a parent. A woman recently testified that she had received a phone call in which she heard her daughter’s voice sobbing and pleading desperately for help. A man’s voice came on, telling her he had her daughter and started making demands.

It’s hard to fathom what kind of cruelty would subject a spouse, fiancé, or parent to this kind of torture, but sadly, nothing should surprise us lately. The Bible says the human heart is “desperately wicked” (Jeremiah 17:9). And of course, Satan, whose evil knows no bounds, has been unleashed in these last days.

Humanly speaking, we can’t control the masses. Prayer is the only weapon we have against the powers that try to manipulate the nations. On the other hand, it is the most powerful weapon on the planet! Use it daily.

On the more personal level, I have some additional suggestions that might save your family from AI-caused disaster.

Have a password or phrase that only you and your spouse or you and your child know. If, God forbid, you get one of those phone calls and the person on the other end of the phone doesn’t use that word or phrase, it’s not your loved one. Period.

CAUTION: Make sure that word isn’t one you have ever used for anything else. If possible, make it something obscure, or that isn’t even a real word. And when you discuss what that word or phrase will be, make sure there are NO devices around, even ones that are (allegedly) turned off. Take a walk in the woods or out in field with empty pockets, and whisper.

Paranoid? Perhaps, but better to be paranoid and safe. Nothing is more precious than your loved ones.

Regarding the passage of Scripture quoted above, while this seems to predict the present-day AI phenomenon (and it’s true, nothing surprises God.), ever since the creation of Man, whatever we say – or even think – there has been One who hears and knows. It has always been wise to live our lives as if none of our words, deeds, and thoughts were really “private.” The big difference now is that the God who knows us inside and out loves us and wants the best for us.

AI, on the other hand does not have our best interest at heart – AI has no heart.

“Therefore be as wise as snakes, and as innocent as doves.” Matthew 10:16

Prayer: Lord God, You are the only God. You alone know all things – what we do, what we say, even the intents of our hearts. We know there are those who are Your enemies and would try to usurp Your power over Your people. Keep us in the hollow of Your hand. Help us to be both wise as serpents and innocent as doves. For we are YOUR people, the sheep of YOUR pasture. Faithful Shepherd, we love You. In Jesus’ name, amen.

For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain. – Philippians 1:21

In anticipating my 70th birthday, I kept remembering there was a verse in Scripture that said Man’s life span is 70 years. I took that to mean 70 years is what we might reasonably expect to live, and every day beyond that is “bonus” – not that any of us is guaranteed tomorrow at any age …

Leaving this world is not a morbid thought to me. I have believed in heaven for so long I don’t remember ever not believing in it, and the more stuff that goes wrong (or inconvenient) in my body, the more I look forward to getting a new one. It was a couple of decades ago when I first heard Point of Grace sing, “I’m not unhappy, but I’d take the train today if You’d let me,”* Even then I already understood the sentiment. I look forward to leaving this world, not because my life here has been horrible – It has, for the most part, been wonderful! But I know that the next life will be even more wonderful, so I have nothing to fear.

During the pandemic I felt bad for the people who seemed consumed with fear. I personally stayed sane by repeatedly reminding myself that I wasn’t going to leave this world one moment before the Lord was ready to call me home, and I didn’t want to stick around one moment longer than He wanted me to! This outlook (divine perspective?) was a great source of peace to me, and I believe that peace (lack of stress) did, in fact, help keep me healthy. I did think at times that I shared the sentiment with Woody Allen, that “I’m not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”

Shortly after that milestone birthday, as I was congratulating myself on being “in the home stretch,” as it were, a young man in our church announced that his grandmother had just died. She had been a godly woman, serving the Lord all her life, right up to the time she died – at the age of 104! The realization that I might be only 2/3 of the way there shook me out of my complacency. If it turned out I was going to be around that much longer, clearly God had other plans for me besides coasting to the finish line.“

Give me a mission if I’ve still got the time, ’cause I’m open …”*

So, in taking inventory, I am considering what the Lord might have for me yet to do, and the list seems to be getting longer, not shorter! This comes as a surprise to me, and not an unpleasant one, considering a few years ago my biggest fear was that I would someday run out of dreams. Now I have enough goals to keep me busy, enough that I’ve been thinking I’d take 2024 off from blogging – a “Sabbath year” of sorts – and free up some time for making the rest of my published books into audiobooks, publishing a study guide for BARRIERS, designing the cover for Satan’s Worst Nightmare, getting that book published, making it into an audiobook, and taking my sister’s suggestion of publishing my blog as a devotional book, or organizing them into my “memoirs,” – or both.

I would have thought those were enough to keep me busy, but things that have happened serendipitously along the way have been more than I would have expected. (I guess I’ll be writing “New Experiences – at MY Age?! Part II” soon.)

I had been wanting to share with my readers some of the songs from the songwriting season of my life in the 80’s and early 90’s. However, all I had were demo CDs, made in a recording studio, which I needed help just to copy and mail to people, never mind getting them into “the Cloud” or other high-tech feat. (I know, the younger readers are probably laughing right now at this dinosaur.)

All that to say, recently this Nanasaurus asked one of the sound technicians at our church, to help get my songs where I could access and share them digitally. Within a few short minutes he had uploaded (or was it downloaded? whatever…) my songs to something called SoundCloud. He showed me how to share the links, and I thought that was that.

After I got home, I went to check my emails before heading for bed. I had been deleting and marking as “spam” the clutter, and my inbox had just started to get manageable. But now suddenly I was getting a whole new genre of emails, notifying me that one of my songs had been “liked” half an hour after it had been uploaded/downloaded. Someone else was contacting me to see if I wanted him to help me get another one of my songs onto a platform where it would be seen(heard) by a few thousand more people. And a young lady in an exotic but unknown place had fallen in love with my anniversary song. In the next 5 hours she commented 13 times that she loved the beat, it gave her “high energy,” she wanted to dance all night, she had the song in her head, she was getting a good workout, and she felt like she was in the middle of a big celebration! (Marty didn’t get that excited about that song – and I wrote it for him!)

And oh yes, I now had a follower already.

I read all the messages, blinked, and burst out laughing.

So, now that I may be spending way less time blogging, suddenly the songs I once spent a decade of my life trying to get published are “out there,” and I apparently have another “platform.”

So, I could be wrong, but I’m thinking if God wants me to do all that, I may be around a little longer.

… I’d better get busy.

Prayer: Father, thank You for never leaving me without purpose, goals, and dreams. And thank You for life’s surprises that were never on my radar, but if they had been, would have been dreams. And thank You for the promise of heaven, which is wonderful beyond any of my dreams. Help me keep my eyes on You until I finish the race, in Jesus’ name, amen.

* “Day by Day” Point of Grace 2003