back at my younger years, I never understood much about life. Why do trees blow
in the wind’s direction? Why do the leaves turn in the autumn chill? Why does the
sun raise in the east and not the west? My mother tried to explain, “it was the
way God intended, long before I was born.” I think she was right! I never
questioned what she said, although I never understood it. But, actually, the
principles of life is what she was trying to preach to me.
“His divine power
has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him
who called us by his own glory and goodness.”
2 Peter 1:3
up fast after Pop passed, and life made a sharp turn. My brother and I rarely
agreed on anything. Respect was an unheard word, and I learned early on there
was a code to follow… be it God, family, or honoring those you love, but it
came with a price. Endured hurts showered our feelings for each other.
early in life that somehow, there is a code of ethics we must follow. It is
where our Lord holds us close to Him, and we pray He guides in the right
direction. His Word teaches us to persevere through our trials and afflictions.
In return, we lovingly give our heart to Him, for He is our Savior. This sets
the motion of life on the correct path.
Honoring the past and now looking forward to the
future, we should praise our parent’s wise advice. Teach our future generations,
God is the common denominator of respect – respecting yourself and others, even
when they do not deserve it. You can find something to admire in anybody if you
look hard enough, for each of us have amazing potential. It is a code of ethics our Lord expects from His
“We ask you,
brothers, to respect those who labor among you and are over you in the Lord and
admonish you, and to esteem them very highly in love because of their work. Be
at peace among yourselves.”
1 Thessalonians 5:12-13
God’s eloquence sustains life for all his creations. I’m humbled by His magnificence and shutter at His being. Remember, if it weren’t for His ever-presence in our lives, we would remain in the absence of His grace. Let us worship His name!
With the changing of the calendar there are disagreements about if it is really a new decade.
What a silly disagreement.
Humans feel they control time. They can catagozie and contain it. However, as diverse as Humanity is, there are as many ways to contain time as there are civilazations.
I Celebrate three New Year’s. My actually new year is aligned with my pagan beliefs with the start of the year on Samhein, Halloween.
Then I recognize the Gregorian New Year, which most of the world, particularly the Western World, follow. Then, finally, I celebrate Chinese New Year. This is out of appreciation for Asian culture.
I once owned a Tibetan Buddhist Calendar. It being based on the moon as opposed to the sun. It was definitely different.
My friend in South Korea has two ages. One which is “western,” one which is based on her culture.
Not only are there calendar and time controls within different cultures, there are different views of time in various religions.
Growing up in the United Methodist Church we followed the Christian calendar (hint we are still in the Christmas Season until Epiphany). There are specific traditions and practices associated with certain times of the year in every religious practice.
And don’t even get me started on the different political calendars across the globe.
Sometimes this societal agree on the meaning of time is to our detriment. More and more people are having sleep problems and health issues because they are no longer in tune with their own physical, internal clock, their circadian rhythm.
It is worth remembering for all of the different views and beliefs on time, it is all fabricated by our brains. It is simply a way for our brains to catagozie and barely begin to understand our place in the Universe.
This Gregorian Year of 2020 I suggest we all take a step back and allow the Universe to speak to us, to reset our clocks to its time, instead of the chaos of societal time.
as the season of Christmas arrives and Advent ends, my head is full of
expectations. My thoughts reach as far as I can to describe God’s greatest
gift. The biblical stories tell the tribulations of every person who reiterated
the Good News. They took God’s word to every corner of the earth. I can narrow
it down to just one word – God teaches us patience.
we pray for unknown answers, as we remain alone with the Lord on this special
holiday. If patience prevails, the wisdom of His word paints pictures for us. Times
are hard at Christmas… money is tight, chores become a necessity, and patience
wears thin. But let us remember, on this day, a Savior was born to save us from
was a gentle man, son of the Almighty, who walked the earth, teaching love and
forgiveness. He instills everything in His good timing, such as patience, so we
should each examine our hearts. Christmas images share love and forgiveness in
storefronts, social media, and television screens. How can anyone be a humbug
this time of year when the resounding message is “Peace to all and goodwill
toward men?” Let forbearance and forgiveness ring in the holiday season and New
pray for everyone to learn the meaning of blessings from above. Kindness,
consideration, and respect is the resonation of God’s love. We can’t hate yet
sit in church and share the Lord’s messages. Shovel a path to a neighbor’s
home, help a child zip up their coat or tie their shoes, or feed a hungry
person. We are made in His likeness… a people of community.
us life through His patience. He is a constant reminder we need forgiveness and
understanding. If we can learn to be patient with ourselves, we can learn to be
patient with others. The greatest service we can do for others is to show them His
love, mercy, and grace.
It’s Christ’s time! May God exonerate you who conform to His heavenly wishes. Gather and sing… let the tune you hum this Christmas be an everlasting message. Allow Him to stay in your heart and blessed with His patience, for it’s a gift from God. Practice forgiveness on this holiday. I pray for the world’s redemption.
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Have you ever wanted to reach out to a stranger and give a gift of appreciation? My mother, God bless her soul, had one bright spot I will always remember. At Christmastime, she purchased gifts for those who only came around periodically, such as the trash man and the meter reader. She even snuck a little gift in the mailbox and addressed it “to Mike,” the guy who delivered the mail no matter the weather. With a broad smile, he gave her a big “thank you.” During sweaty, hot, and humid days to the bitter arctic winds swirling over the icy bay, Mike never failed to check on my mom when she was housebound. Her heart of gold made a friend for life.
A notion overcame me derived from my mother’s uncanny disposition. What a wonderful time of the year for random acts of giving! Moments of undying love and appreciation will reach the hearts of the unexpected. So, I thought I’d try it this year too. I can’t tell you the end results yet, but deep inside my soul, God thanked me – that’s all I need to know. There must be a little of my mom in me, as I reciprocated my gratitude.
I mailed a gift to a talk show host who I’ve grown to identify with through the radio. I admire his reputation and Christian walk in life, which he occasionally shares with the listening audience. The other recipient, I can’t hold a candle to… right or wrong, we’ve become friends. We’ve shared correspondence, and I’ve come to know his heart – not his reputation. He is our President of the United States. Few could envision giving either of these gentlemen gifts of adoration, but then again, I’m not a normal man.
My address, you see, is not written on a box, but somewhere outside the box. I live and breathe God’s given air. As our Lord expects of me, I think of thoughts that would please others. Those random acts of kindness should follow throughout the year, but many only surfaces when we reach into our spirit at Christmas.
I deeply thank the men and women who unselfishly devote their time to giving to others – not just a politician or a minister but ordinary folks with a heart of gold. It’s so easy to be appreciative when you walk with the spirit of God.
To all the many Christians I have grown to know and connect with over the years, let Christmas never leave your soul! Show adoration and excitement year after year with a heart of gold. The random act of giving will bless you and change you for the better.
May your faith in friends and family be a tribute to your own random acts of kindness which comes from God. Have a blessed and Merry Christmas!
learning about holiday traditions, especially when they’re linked to our
ancestry. Last year, I did a Christmas blog on the German ritual and southwest
U.S. practice of placing a pickle on the tree. This year, on December 13, the
light of Saint Lucy shines on Scandinavia and Italy. It is Saint Lucy’s Day,
also called the Feast of Saint Lucy, signaling the arrival of Christmas. Though
her personal story is quite sordid, Saint Lucia shines the light of Christ for
all Christians. So, let’s bundle up and get ready to visit the countries of
Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Finland, and Italy!
Who was Saint Lucy?
coinciding with the Winter Solstice (shortest day of the year), the Feast of
Saint Lucy has become a Christian festival of light since the 4th century.
Lucy was born in the year 283 to very wealthy and noble parents. She was a
devout Christian who promised her virginity to the Lord. Her father passed away
when she was five years-old, but as she reached her teenage years, her mother
arranged an engagement with a man who was a pagan and paid him a handsome dowry.
Against her religious beliefs, Lucy was not interested in a relationship not
condoned by God. She prayed He would spare her the marriage.
This young lady worked to help Christians hiding in the catacombs during their persecutions conducted by the Roman Emperor Diocletian. She brought them as many supplies as she could handle, wearing a wreath on her head. It had candles attached so she could see in the darkness of the caves.
devastated Lucy when her mother came down with a long-term illness, shortly
before her wedding. She went to the shrine of Saint Agatha to pray for her mother’s
health and was told by the saint her mother’s illness would be cured through
faith. Lucy returned home and convinced her mother to cancel the wedding and
donate the dowry to the poor.
at the snub, Lucy’s fiancé reported her to the governor for being a Christian.
She was arrested, tortured, and threatened to be taken to a brothel if she
didn’t renounce Christianity. But, something divine occurred…
the prison guards tried to remove her, she was a dead weight. No one could
budge her away! So, they built a woodpile around her, instead, and lit it
afire. In the name of God, she kept denouncing their horrific acts. One guard
stuck a spear through her throat, but she didn’t stop speaking, and another
gouged out her eyes. Miraculously, her eyes were restored. It is said Lucy could
die only when she was given the Christian Last Rites. Saint Lucy’s death, on December
13, 304, is celebrated with a feast and different rituals by each country.
popular tradition on this day is planting wheat grains, which will be full grown
on Christmas. It symbolizes a new life born in Bethlehem. They also place a
candle next to the plant for the Light of Christ.
Though not an official holiday in Sweden, St. Lucy’s Day has been a special occasion since 1764. Formal dinner parties are the protocol. In the school system, students choose someone to be Lucy, and she dresses in a long white robe, red sash, and a wreath with candles are put on her head. Then maids are chosen who dress in white robes. They even hold regional contests for the best Lucy.
also dress up in several attires. Some wear a long white robe with a
cone-shaped hat, or a Santa elf costume with a lantern, and some don
gingerbread men outfits.
Everyone snacks on Lussekatt, a special baked bun made with saffron. Early on Lucia morning, Swedish television airs a procession and concert, which features a different choir in a different church each year.
Lucy was first celebrated in Finland in 1898, and Helsinki Cathedral crowned
her St. Lucy of Finland in 1949.
Denmark, the Day of Lucy was first celebrated on December 13, 1944. It is a
yearly event in most churches at Christmas. Candles stay lit all night,
representing the light of Saint Lucy.
modern-day celebration of Lucia in Norway was adopted after World War II but it
only remains popular in kindergarten and middle schools. They, too, dress in
the white robes with wreaths and candles on their heads.
This Caribbean island was named after Saint Lucy and is celebrated as National Day. They hold the National Festival of Lights and Renewal the night before the holiday, and the capital is covered in lights and decorated lanterns
roots of this holiday are originally traced to Sicily, Italy. Lucy was born,
lived, and died a martyr in this city, and today, it points to the arrival of
Christ, the light of the world. Italians gather on December 13 to light candles
and torches, and to eat, drink, and be merry. Many religious parades and feasts
permeate the cities.
the darkness falls upon Northern Europe on December 13, let us help our
ancestors to celebrate Saint Lucia’s Day. Though not observed in the United
States, we can pray for a message of light and the hope of Christ in our hearts.
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A silence resonates from heaven as Christ fills the voids
deep inside my soul. I see the troubled storm clouds approaching, and they make
not a sound. A busy world persists, running in circles, but I keep an eye on
the sky, for only my God do I wait.
Standing at the edge of a great canyon where extinction
begins, and life ever after looks like a desert floor, I harbor the love Christ
sends me. Within His peace, windows open with new opportunities. The canyon is
far and wide, and in times of adventure, it seems an impossible crossing. For
some, it’s a quest, but for others, it’s a stepping stone to enter eternity and
be with Him.
I bundle my love and faith and wear it as a code of honor.
It’s autumn in October… seasons change, and life emerges with new horizons. The
sun salutes the night watchman, and I bid farewell to another night. God, in
his miraculous way, restrains the spiritually encountering distance. His quiet
voice calls, and I must be patient. It’s autumn in October, and the hour grows
Seeking my own passage, I step lightly on the ledge of
fate. The rocks are jagged and sharp, and death is just a slip away. But God
watches over me with a promissory note I pledged to Him. The canyons divulge
how minute I am as I step out where courage calls.
In the autumn of life, the Lord’s love is upon me. He
gathers His herd of humanity for a voyage to explore the canyon walls of life.
The fiery nights beacon October, and it quenches our thirst and hearts. Please,
Father, turn the desert floor into meandering waters.The quests are
over – some I failed, but some I conquered by Your blessings.
It’s autumn in October, and a new child is born. Goodbyes of
another life are hard. Still, a new life is always on the horizon, for as one
door closes, another is born again.
Another adventure, another voyage as the pride of time,
sets my course upon another mission. Only God will bridge the heavens as I wait
at the ledge of the canyon walls. I built my caves… now it’s time to surrender.
The slope is deep, but it is in God’s hands to bestow the faith as He calls me
Love is filled with memories, in yet another autumn in October. The mystical canyon mourns, and the life which once prospered refrains in the setting sun. The shadows long for God’s calling… come home with Me when you’re ready.
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Certain formulas just make sense, as in the Hi-Performance
engines of my younger days. We raced muscle cars every Friday or Saturday night
if the weather cooperated on those days. Low octane fuel was for little less-powered
engines. But, if we wanted great strength and power, high octane gave us a much
better performance. Our health and well-being run on the same performance
factors, and it’s equated to the relationship we have with God.
I’m sure some of us have observed people who sat in the back
of a church and appeared as though they slept in their clothes. Some believers come
to take up space and really don’t take part in the songs of praise. But in the
front pews of God’s church, sat the brilliant Christians, praising the Lord,
and magnified by God’s glow. Those beautifully dressed believers in the front rows,
with their hands held high to receive God’s word… need I say more? They are full
of high octane. Then, I examined those of ill-faded color, dull complexions,
blemished, and disheveled, and it was apparent their spirituality may be (or
was) filled with low octane. Their engine’s performance could be directly
related to the quality of octane they put into their bodies.
destroys God’s temple, God will destroy him. For God’s temple is holy, and you
are that temple.” 1 Corinthians 3:17
Though a remarkable difference in the congregation is clear,
there appears to be a more profound correlation not so noticeable. My theory is
purely hypothetical, so I did some research to discover the accuracy of my
“You shall serve
the Lord your God, and he will bless your bread and your water, and I will take
sickness away from among you.” Exodus 23:25
Jesus proved in His healing work that it is God’s will we
have good health. Many examples in scriptures reveal the miracles of Jesus healing
those with ailments. Our health is the inevitable result of knowing God and
living a life filled with His love and direction. Let’s look at a few of these
My wife’s mother was a devout, God-fearing Christian who
lived her life by God’s commandments. When she passed away at ninety-five years
old, she barely had a wrinkle on her face. She glowed in God’s spirit, and He
took her from us peacefully, without pain and struggle. I have a high school
friend who has not had a natural heartbeat since 1995. Pacemakers have been the
source of her existence, but she praises the Lord for her health and life.
Looking at her today, she is the epitome of health – glowing skin, smiling
ear-to-ear, and shiny, beautiful hair. She runs on high octane and lives every
day to the fullest. God bless her heart!
On a more notable scale, the evangelist, Billy Graham, was
ninety-nine years old when he quietly passed away. He struggled with cancer and
eventually died of pneumonia, but until the day he died, he looked healthy. He
had God’s glow of high octane. The late Bishop Eddie Long, head of one of the
largest mega-churches in the U.S., is another example of one who passed away
from cancer. He maintained his youthful appearance and high octane looks until
the day he left us.
Our health is a gift to all of God’s children. We can overcome
disease and sickness, in some sense, by living a faithful life to Christ. Now
do not misinterpret my words to mean we will never get sick or recover from
terminal conditions if we live on high octane. God doesn’t promise us life with
no pain or sickness. But one has to wonder… why are those with spiritually low
octane, appear not so healthy, yet those who run on high octane rarely show any
illnesses? Pay close attention to those around you who are suffering ailments
and tell me if my observation isn’t correct.
The principles of well-being are not only our mental health but the condition of our physical health too. It’s simple – God is the highest octane you can receive for your body. Where can you get it? We obtain it through prayer and living a godly life. The more the Lord resonates in your life, the better you will look and feel. Let the love of God be Your octane bust!
The night sparkles and a less humid night clears the way
for a splendid view of the heavens. Flowers fade, and the lack of chlorophyll
yellows their leaves. Fall calls… the chill in the air tells the story. I love
this time of the year! My mind reverts to a time when the faded foliage lined
the river banks. It was a time to take a deep breath and inhale the crisp chill
of the Severn River autumn air.
I remember the autumn days my Dad and I sailed his 28 foot
Triton, hard to the wind. It seemed as if nothing else mattered, even as the
chilly breeze threw a summer spray of water onto the deck. Courtships blossomed
on that boat, and many friends were also delighted to join me in an occasional afternoon
of sailing on the Severn. Gazing out over the picturesque shoreline gave a luster
of the magnificence of God’s fall calling.
Those were the young, innocent days as God watched over us
with shades of red, orange, and yellow. Though my dad passed, I still thank him
for the love he instilled in me for sailing on the river. The irretrievable years
of childhood are gone now, and I fight to survive in another autumn’s cycle. Sometimes
we’re hit with a monsoon of situations, but faith and God carry us through these
Fall calls once again, and I look forward to walks with my
wife in the crisp evening air and chatting with neighbors who enjoy the
refreshing breeze too. I will look up to the heavens and thank my awesome
Father for His wonderful gifts.
Life is full of unexpected circumstances – things like a
leaky tire we forget to fix or to put trust in someone who didn’t keep a
promise. But we, somehow, adjust always thanking God for protecting our
I’ve learned one lesson since my anointment ten years ago,
and it’s to armor yourself in prayer every day. Build your surroundings with a strength
to endure the cold streaks. Honor God for Satan waits at the corner of every
turn in life. Just keep moving toward our Almighty.
Fall calls, so breathe a sigh of relief! Protect your
autumn traditions as placed by our Lord Jesus. The season brings us nearer to
His great paintings of majestic colors. The earth presents itself in an array
of shades and much needed cooler temperatures. As the leaves wilt and die, they,
too, will flourish in a rebirth. It is our promise of glory.
“The seasons come and go, so focus on the God who remains unchanged and unchanging. “LORD, You have been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever You had formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.”
Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the weight of thousands of miles traveled, but I nearly cried when I saw Spam Fried Rice on the menu. The overwhelming sense of nostalgia came with that one uniquely Guam dish.
Even though it had been 25 years since I was last on Guam, the place felt the same. The individuals, the business names, and the political players changed. Roads have widened and beaches narrowed. Yet the essence that is undeniably Micronesia is perhaps stronger than before.
My trip to Guam in September of 2019 was a lesson in synchronicity and serendipity. For the 10 days that I was there, I only had one activity planned: the book launch on Wednesday, September 18. I went with an open heart and mind to let the journey unfold as it would and trusted a Higher Power to guide each step of the way.
The reason for the trip? Back in 1992, while attending the University of Guam, I was part of an Anthropology field school on Ulithi Atoll. Fast forward 20-some years, the professor retired and finally had time to compile a book about Ulithi. Papers myself and fellow students wrote as a result of the field school were part of the volume, Ulithi Atoll, Micronesia: Recalling the Past, Reaffirming the Future, along with more recent research from the 21st century.
Less than a month before the formal book launch, I was contacted by one of the book’s editors to inform me about the existence of this book. That was just one of a cascading volume of “coincidences” that were part of my Guam experience.
My former professor had tried to track me down me before. When time was running out, she asked the other editor to try. If this person had tried a week or two earlier, she would not have established contact.
The only reason she was able to reach me was that, merely a week prior, I had added the URL for this blog onto my Facebook page. If I hadn’t done that, I would have completely ignored the friend request and I would have absolutely no knowledge that this book existed, and hence, I would not have journeyed to Guam. As it was, she conveyed a message through the comments section on my blog, which comes straight to my inbox.
Guam is an island of connections. It seemed that everywhere I went and everything I did wove tiny threads of synchronism linking events, people, the past, and the future into a cohesive whole. I had such an overwhelming sense that I was exactly where I was supposed to be when I was supposed to be there.
The day I arrived, a two-day conference ended about decolonizing Guam. This is a topic I was actively learning about to inform the novel I’m writing. Turns out, a former classmate who I had been looking to reconnect with was very involved with the issue. When we met for dinner, it was as if no time had passed and we talked and talked, much to the annoyance of people waiting to be seated at the restaurant.
Another motivation for returning to Guam was to get more information about the Suruhana, the traditional healers on Guam. This was also to inform my writing. ‘Coincidentally,’ my friend was familiar with a number of Suruhana and an avid supporter of helping the tradition survive in the 21st century.
Oh, and so many more parallels. When I had been on Guam in the 80s and 90s, I knew my friend had grown up on-island. Little did I realize that she had gone to high school in Medford, Oregon, a rather small, rural town. At that point, I had never been to Oregon. After moving away from the island I had happened to go through Medford shortly after my husband and I married in 1995. We fell in love with the area and have lived there ever since. So, my friend and I also had Medford in common.
There were too many other coincidences and parallels to mention. I’ll just say that every conversation confirmed that I had needed to be on Guam at that moment, to have that conversation, to gain that insight.
Overall, a strong sense of “it is time” pervaded my consciousness. It was time to act. Time to show up in the world. Time to let my voice be heard. Time to move beyond fear and fulfill my purpose. Heady stuff? Yes. Yet all it really means is that I must trust myself and do what is in front of me.
I can’t help but believe that my meditation practice allowed my mind to be clear and to fully discover the joy and meaning of each moment. In Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche’s words, “As we grow accustomed to looking at the clear surface of our minds, we can see through all the gossip about who and what we think we are, and recognize the shining essence of our true nature.” (The Joy of Living, p. 132).
I believe that you can come to know your true nature through many different religions and paths. As my husband recently heard, when the student is ready, all things become the teacher. So whether you’re in a 12-step program, a devout follower of a religion or anything in between, my wish for you is that you come to know how amazing you truly are and can follow your passion to your ultimate fulfillment.
Much is written about
joy in the Bible. Jesus spoke of being joyful unto His Father, later
transcribed to, “Be joyful unto the Lord.” As we face disillusions and fears,
of either, we endure many hardships. I, too, have these familiar symptoms, but
God always remains constant in my mind. These words resonate in my mind, “Bring
Me your woes and do not worry for I will help you with your inspirational
problems arise in the worldly pressures and obligations that meet us, not greet
us, at every doorstep. Life, sometimes, can appear to be short-lived… unless
your faith asks God for a special blessing and miracle. Some have experienced
God at His best as unfortunate events end with a silver lining.
I often write of
my sordid past life, but I glance back at those times and realize God intervened
in my life. Today’s blog, however, is not about me, but the one I’m closest to,
my wife. This young, vibrant, and outgoing woman, plagued with a virtue of
grief and sadness in the past few months, almost lost her life in a car
accident twenty-five years ago. The doctors just diagnosed her with heart
failure as a repercussion of the injuries.
In disbelief, we took part in many tests and things seemed questionable, but nevertheless, okay… until the last test screening. It confirmed her life might be terminal. I can’t say how one prepares to die, except to “live life like there’s no tomorrow”… and so we did, in apprehension. With no other choice, I fought for the spiritual happiness of both of us. I walked on pins and needles, often hearing the crunch of eggshells. I was too frightened to speak much, so I stayed in constant prayer. Following my blog called Faith for Two, I knew only God would see us through this dilemma.
25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry
about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will
wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at
the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet
your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27
Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
The day arrived
for her medical procedure, and hopefully, it would not become an open-heart
decision. I watched the love of my life that morning, and I observed her quietly
whispering, “Goodbye, mommy loves you” to her favorite parrot of twenty-seven
years. I read her last words, “No food or drink after midnight,” as she
prepared herself for a procedure which could end her life. It would have been
easier to move a mountain than to keep her spirits positive. I maintained my
strong convictions and stayed where I knew God wanted me to be – in prayer. Only
my Lord Jesus could restore that which would destroy her many years ago.
In the lobby, in
front of the doors to the operating room, I kissed her goodbye. Keeping up our
spiritual happiness, I told her,” I’ll see you for lunch.” With tears
in her eyes, we prayed it was not our last forever kiss. I needed to go to God!
Father bless her and keep her in your arms, my dear Lord.
wait seemed like an eternity. I took a seat beside a minister, and we shared
our own hearts. The door at last opened, and a doctor in scrubs called out my
name, “BICKS.” He took me into a quiet room and invited me to sit beside him on
the couch. I had my faith until the moment he elected to move closer to me.
“She’s all clear,
Mr. Bicks,” he said. “We found no blockages, and she’s as good as new.” My
sweet love, who worried for five months of dying, was born again to the
likeness of the sweet, little girl I remembered thirty-two years ago. She
will live! Thank You, Jesus!
thought crossed my mind. Two weeks ago, the cardiologist saw the blockage in a
scan, and now it doesn’t exist!? Was this one of God’s miracles? You decide…
has been six days now, and I see a glow where worry over-shadowed her face. A
renewed life called spiritual happiness far exceeds a biblical joy. Saved by grace,
quite literally, His miracle child is born again. There is no greater gift than
the gift of life; and when death comes calling, defying Satan’s force is a
Living in a
spiritual realm of happiness, where no pressure or problems exist, can be
conquered when we reach out in faith. A great example of this in the bible was
the story of Jesus feeding 5,000 people on five loaves of bread and two fish (Matthew
14:15-21 and Luke 9:12-17). It is called the marvel of God’s healing hands,
just as He did to my wife.
We read the miraculous
stories of defying doctors’ diagnoses, but until it happens to you, we shun it
with some other explanation. The Lord’s greatest feat was saving my wife’s
life, and not once but twice; she put her heart and soul close enough for Him
to heal her with His touch.
May I suggest we armor ourselves in prayer each morning to maintain spiritual happiness? Don’t identify with suffering, loss, or sickness. Remain steadfast in our Lord’s word, and He will calm every facet of your life. Today, my wife and I wake with a smile and a good-morning kiss, for God came to bless us with another anointed day. Our spiritual happiness is more than we ever asked for, and it is all because we serve our Almighty Savior.
FROM ANNE BICKS:
I would like to sincerely thank everyone for your cards, love, and support through this difficult time. Your kindness means the world to me! God bless you all!