When I was in college while almost all of my friends were discovering and devouring C. S. Lewis, I was a music ed. major.  That meant I didn't just take a music theory class that twisted my synapses and burnt out a few hundred brain cells a day—don't let anyone tell you that a real music class is an "easy A"—but I also accompanied voice lessons, participated in no less than 2 ensembles a term, and also practiced 12-15 hours a week along with all the academic courses and assignments.  I had semesters when I took over 20 hours to get it all in.  Then on Saturdays I taught 8 piano lessons and on Sundays taught a teen girl Bible class.  So I was a late bloomer when it came to Lewis because he was never required reading in my classes and I simply had no time for anything that wasn't.
            Maybe that is why, when I first began this book oh, so many years later than my friends, I was somewhat disappointed.  "What's all the fuss about?" I wondered.  "Where are all the great insights, the moments of head-slapping realization?"  Well, perhaps it's that I am no longer a college student.  I'm a good deal older than my friends were when they were introduced to this author, no longer naïve and a lot less likely to almost adore a man just because he has a way of putting things that seems so revolutionary to the young and inexperienced.  And most of his arguments were old hat to me—I had been hearing them all my life.
            But having said that, I found myself becoming more and more impressed as I read.  I will admit that at the beginning some of his logic was a little convoluted for this old lady, and a few illustrations left me cold, but as he progressed, that happened less and less.  The last half of the book finally began to take hold of me, and I am left with two things that stood out more than anything else.  First, his summation of religion—to make us all into little Christs—made many passages in the New Testament suddenly become clear.  And second, his definition of the cost of discipleship—everything—was spot on with everything Jesus and writers like Paul said again and again. I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I that live, but Christ lives in me, just to name one.
            And for those two things especially, and the elaboration on them, I am more than glad I read this book.  I am sure you will find other reasons as well.
 
Dene Ward

Note:  I read a large print version put out by Walker and Company of NY,NY.  It has many typos in it that will lay a speed bump or two in your reading, but you can always figure them out. dw

Today's post is by guest writer Keith Ward.
 
Let's see how many questions we can answer with this one text.  Read it slowly and carefully:
"And the word of the LORD came to me: “Son of man, when a land sins against me by acting faithlessly, and I stretch out my hand against it and break its supply of bread and send famine upon it, and cut off from it man and beast, even if these three men, Noah, Daniel, and Job, were in it, they would deliver but their own lives by their righteousness, declares the Lord GOD. “If I cause wild beasts to pass through the land, and they ravage it, and it be made desolate, so that no one may pass through because of the beasts, even if these three men were in it, as I live, declares the Lord GOD, they would deliver neither sons nor daughters. They alone would be delivered, but the land would be desolate. “Or if I bring a sword upon that land and say, Let a sword pass through the land, and I cut off from it man and beast, though these three men were in it, as I live, declares the Lord GOD, they would deliver neither sons nor daughters, but they alone would be delivered. “Or if I send a pestilence into that land and pour out my wrath upon it with blood, to cut off from it man and beast, even if Noah, Daniel, and Job were in it, as I live, declares the Lord GOD, they would deliver neither son nor daughter. They would deliver but their own lives by their righteousness. “For thus says the Lord GOD: How much more when I send upon Jerusalem my four disastrous acts of judgment, sword, famine, wild beasts, and pestilence, to cut off from it man and beast! " (Ezek 14:12-21).
 
I am currently reading a book wherein a noted scholar apologizes for God allowing bad things to happen in the world. The atheists accuse God of genocide and he sets about to prove it is not so. But, suffering does not happen because God allows it, it happens because God sends it. HE says so! (Besides, when one allows someone to steal, lie, et.al unopposed, he is responsible too.) But, again, note: "When I send."  A lot of babies and children died in the flood. When we defend God for what He clearly says He did or make excuses for Him as if He needed our approval, we are sitting in judgment and declaring Him guilty.
 
And, many seem to think that because they attend the right church doing right things, they are OK. A little history lesson reveals that these people in the passage above did the "right" worship (Jer 7:8-12), something we also claim with great pride. Yet God says that though Noah, Daniel and Job were in the church, it would not save you. Only righteous living every day saves.
 
Along with that one, some think that we are the salt that will preserve the USA. Nice one, but a friend looked up every occurrence of salt in the Bible and it is always used of flavor or the use is vague; salt is not used as preservative clearly anywhere (despite the commentaries concerning "Ye are the salt of the earth"). Besides, God said that even Noah, Daniel and Job would only save themselves, not even their own children.
 
"Everybody does it," or "I'm doing the best I can," and, "God's grace through my right worship will cover me," seem to be our belief that God will forgive our daily failures to learn and live righteously like those three men did in the wicked worlds they lived in. The passage is clear that this is not so. Thinking very hard about Jesus' sacrifice on Sunday will not make up for indifferent living all week either.
 
Maybe a serious study in the "things written aforetime" would stop a lot of our foolish reasoning and motivate some to live self-controlled, righteous, and godly lives. (Titus 2:12 -- ESV & NASB).
 
"And by this we know that we have come to know him, if we keep his commandments. Whoever says “I know him” but does not keep his commandments is a liar, and the truth is not in him, but whoever keeps his word, in him truly the love of God is perfected. By this we may know that we are in him: whoever says he abides in him ought to walk in the same way in which he walked. " (1John 2:3-6).

Keith Ward

As soon as the garden is planted it starts—our evening stroll to see how it fares, what has come up, what is bearing, what is ripe and ready to pick the next morning, which plants show signs of disease or insects, and then, what should we do about it.  It’s a habit, a ritual almost, one we look forward to every year.
            Sometimes I think that God must love gardens too.  The first place he built for man, the perfect place, was a garden--and Jehovah planted a garden, eastward, in Eden, and there he put the man whom he had formed, Gen 2:8.  And it was in that garden that He walked with man every evening.  I wonder what they talked about.  Probably a lot of the things we talk about—but then maybe not.
            What will be ripe tomorrow?  Yes, they might have discussed that, because Eden probably produced a bumper crop.  Do we need to spray for bugs?  No, not that, for bugs were not a problem.  What will be ready for supper tomorrow night?  Yes, the choice was probably endless.  Do we need to pull the plants that are infected with blight so they won’t infect others?  No, definitely not that question--at least not at the beginning.  Eventually, though, Adam was discussing with Eve exactly what we discuss about our far from perfect garden.  Yes, we need to spray.  Yes, we need to water.  Yes, we need to pull those weeds out before they choke out the plants, and I sure hope there’s enough produce to put up for next year too!
            We each have a garden.  The Song of Solomon uses the term to refer to the physical body and chastity.  I have no trouble using it to refer to my soul as well.  Shouldn’t I be out there every evening with God, surveying that garden, examining it for pests and disease, looking for wilt and fungus, making decisions about how to save that garden and make it bear the most fruit for the Lord?
            Examine yourselves, to see whether you are in the faith. Test yourselves. Or do you not realize this about yourselves, that Jesus Christ is in you?--unless indeed you fail to meet the test! 2 Corinthians 13:5
            Prove me, O LORD, and try me; test my heart and my mind. Psalms 26:2
            Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts! And see if there be any grievous way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting!  Psalms 139:23-24
            We even sing that last one.  Do we mean it?  Do we really want to look closely enough to see how to properly tend our gardens, gardens that belong to God?  Are we really willing to look through His word long enough and deeply enough to find our faults and fix them?
            Every evening God expects you to meet Him in that garden of a soul, to plant His word in it and tend it as necessary, even if it becomes painful.  He knows it is the only way for that garden to produce, so that you can someday be in the new Garden of Eden with Him.
 
The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in the house of the LORD; they flourish in the courts of our God. They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green, to declare that the LORD is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him. Psalms 92:12-15
 
Dene Ward

Growing up in the church, I fell prey to the notion that there was only one right way to pronounce those difficult Bible names, and we white Anglo-Saxon Americans had it nailed.  I remember times when a Bible class teacher used a slightly different pronunciation and I wondered how a teacher could get it wrong.  Tell me you haven't thought the same thing at times.  Our intellectual snobbery continues in all sorts of ways.
            Finally, about 30 or so years ago, I was handed some VHS tapes (that tells you how long ago it was) to review for our children's Bible classes.  The live action films had a voice-over reading the Bible text as the action took place, with the characters themselves speaking the words.  All of the actors were from the Near East so that they would look and sound "authentic" and know how to pronounce words and names from that language.  Imagine my surprise when, in the first tape, one character looked at the other and called him, "Kah-een," and the other called the first one, "Ah-behl."  So much for our English "Cain" and Abel."
            Of course, it is perfectly fine to translate a name from one language to another.  John, Jean, Sean, Johann, Giovanni, and Ivan are all the same name, just in different languages.  On the other hand, some names we might think are the same are not.  The apostle Paul had two names, one Hebrew and the other Latin (since he was a Roman citizen).  "Saul" means "prayed for" and "Paul" or more properly in Latin, "Paulus", means small or humble.  Luke calls him Saul when he is primarily dealing with Jews and Paul when he begins to travel among and focus on Gentiles.  But they are not the same name in the sense that John and Johann are.
            And I suppose we could also bring up the new way of pronouncing God's name that has sprung up, first among scholars and lately among the rest of us in the church.  "Yahweh" is the new "Jehovah."  To me it's a little bit like demanding someone say "John" even when they are standing next to the Eiffel Tower.  "But there is no J in Hebrew!" I keep hearing.  So why do the same people keep saying "Jesus" when it more likely was pronounced "Yeshua," or something similar?  I am afraid that I grew up with Jehovah, I speak English and English does have Js in it, so I don't see the problem.  I am told that "Jehovah" actually came from a German translator, and Germans do not pronounce Js either, hence Johann!  The larger problem is those who insist on the correct pronunciation without the same sort of vigilance in their reverence for that name.
            We all know the third commandment, "Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain."  Usually we limit that to cursing, but the word translated "In vain" actually means "for falsehood."  We have already spoken about other ways to take God's name in vain ("Three Ways to Profane God's Name").  It would do well for all of us to review that post because we are not quite as careful as we ought to be when we claim Him as our God and then live in a way He hates.  But today, even some of His people are careless with His name.  OMG comes to mind.  When even our children are spouting that with every other sentence, we have lost our respect for the Name of God and we certainly haven't taught them to honor it. 
            I found a website with this statement at the top:  "This page contains the Name of God.  If you print it out, please treat it with appropriate respect." (jewishvirtuallibrary.org)  I may not agree with their theology as a whole, but I wish we were that careful about using the name of God.
            Whether you pronounce it Jehovah or Yahweh, what really counts is how you "pronounce" it by your way of life.
 
Two things I ask of you; deny them not to me before I die: Remove far from me falsehood and lying; give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the food that is needful for me, lest I be full and deny you and say, “Who is the LORD?” or lest I be poor and steal and profane the name of my God (Prov 30:7-9).
 
Dene Ward
 

After installing several new feeders recently, along with some new bluebird houses and a couple of small birdbaths, both the numbers of birds visiting us, as well as the varieties, increased proportionately.  The very first day we spied a new one.  It didn’t take long to find him in the bird books I have—a brown-headed cowbird.
            The cowbird is a member of the blackbird family, and it is easy to think him some sort of blackbird.  That brown head is not obvious at a distance.  He stretches 7 to 8 inches from head to tail, glossy black with a chocolate brown head and a pointed gray bill.  Cowbirds do, however, have a negative trait—they lay their eggs in the nests of other birds, then go off and expect that bird to raise their young.  Sometimes the host bird will destroy the unfamiliar eggs, but far more often, they will raise the cowbird nestlings, often neglecting their own.  Cowbird chicks are so much larger than the hosts’ chicks that they take most of the food and leave the others hungry.
            Do you know what they call birds that steal nests and abandon their young to others?  Parasite birds.  I had never thought of it that way, but it is a legitimate biological classification.  Cuckoos do it.  Wood ducks do it.  In fact, about 750 species of bird do it.
            Humans wouldn’t do that, would they?  We wouldn’t ignore the sanctity of marriage between one man and one woman, breaking up a home at will just because “I want him now,” or “I don’t love her any more.”  Why can’t I steal someone else’s nest if I want it?
            I have things I want to do, a career that makes me important.  I’m not made for taking care of children--I shouldn’t be saddled with these kids.  Why can’t the government raise them for me?  Why can’t I hire someone to do the dirty work?  Why can’t I lay my eggs in someone else’s nest and expect them to be responsible for my children?
            Why do I have to work to support my family?  Why should I have to control my physical hungers?  Why can’t I live as I want and not have to bear the responsibility of what follows?  Why can’t I deposit my burdens in someone else’s lap to pay for and tend to?
            I wonder if biologists have a class of human called “parasitic.”  “Entitlement” comes to mind; “selfishness” as well, not to mention “irresponsibility.”  God holds us accountable for our lives, for our health, for our families, for all the privileges we claim, especially in the most blessed society in the world.  He expects us to exercise self-control.  He expects us to be mature in our choices and responsible for them.  He expects us to be considerate of others in those choices too.
            Now that I have about 95% of you agreeing with me, let’s take it one step farther.  What about Christians who deposit their children in Bible classes and expect the church to teach them?  Sometimes parents will see that the child does his lesson, but sometimes the teachers are lucky if a workbook accompanies a child at all, much less one that has been well-studied and filled out.  The Bible tells us that parents are to teach their children, not the church.  It is certainly commendable to take them to Bible classes, but the example they see many, many more hours a week at home is the one that they learn from.
            The brown headed cowbird is one of the most disapproved of birds in the avian world.  Why is that we think the same sort of behavior, in any of its manifestations, should be acceptable, even applauded, in ours?
 
But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without natural affection, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having the appearance of godliness, but denying its power. Avoid such people. 2 Timothy 3:1-5

Just like in our old place, my elliptical machine sits on the back porch.  So, as I trudge off to nowhere for 45 minutes, I take in my surroundings in probably more detail than I ever would just walking through it.  Unfortunately, there is not much to take in.  The yard is postage stamp small. The back porch and patio take up most of the backyard.  Around the edges we have a wood pile for the portable fire pit and grill which sit on the patio, narrow strips of ground to store garbage cans and watering cans, and a raised bed for flowers eventually—once we find some that can survive both the almost perpetual shade and the morning sun reflecting off the white back fence for the few minutes a day that it does.  So far, no luck.
            The fence comes thanks to our neighbors on each side and the HOA which has one surrounding the outer edge of the neighborhood, against which we sit.  And that is where we see most of the activity.  Squirrels run across it, jumping into the oaks on the other side of the wall or scampering across accessible rooftops.  Cardinals, wrens, mockingbirds, blue jays, and a few bug eaters we have yet to identify perch along the top.  The neighbor's cat walks it like a tightrope.  Then there are the lizards.
            I had a bad encounter with a lizard as a child, so these are not my favorite creatures.    So far, only one has stealthily crept into the house and I hope it is the last.  I am not certain of all the varieties we have.  The ones we see the most are called anoles.  They were brought into southern Florida from the Caribbean and have spread into the southeastern United States.  The anole is a "redneck."  What looks like his throat is actually a dewlap which he can inflate into a red balloon larger than his own girth.  I know because, as I march along on the elliptical, one of them lies on the fence just opposite me and inflates his.  With my vision, it's the throat I see, not the rest of him, but it's not that difficult to figure out.
            Why does he do this, you ask?  Two reasons, I have read.  First, he is trying to scare away competitors for his territory, and/or his enemies.  Second, he is trying to attract a lady anole.  I have often wondered what would happen if I cared enough to get close and punctured his balloon with a needle.  Turns out that has happened to many an anole from things like thorns on bushes or splinters on pieces of wood.  So, will he be less able to defend his territorial rights?  Will he be less attractive to females?  Will he become sterile altogether?  No one really knows because no one has set up the experiment to find out.  It is too difficult to set up a closed system, evidently.
            But that big red balloon of a throat always makes me think.  It seems that anole comes looking for me every day because I never see that big balloon of a throat, relatively speaking, until he creeps just opposite me.  Then he moves up and down doing mini-push-ups, just as if he were pumping up a bicycle tire, and gradually that red balloon grows to a size I am certain he is proud of, and he will not leave.  He stays there as long as I do.  Yet he never manages to scare me off.  So why not go another way?  The very idea that something so small and virtually harmless could scare away something thousands of times its size and weight is ridiculous.
            And when it all boils down, isn't the Devil nothing more than a redneck lizard?  Do not get me wrong; I understand that he can be dangerous to anyone's soul.  But the truth is, he has already been defeated.  The moment Jesus wakened from the dead and left the tomb, his end was decided.  When the seventy returned, having performed miracles, including the casting out of demons, Jesus said, I saw Satan falling like lightning from heaven, Luke 10:18.  Already, he meant to be saying, he is losing the battle for men's souls.  If we don't finish the course, it is not because we couldn't, but because we wouldn't.
            Not a big red dragon, but a tiny little lizard compared to the power of Jesus and his resurrection, pumping up his tiny balloon of a throat, trying to scare us into submission.  That's all Satan is compared to the power of Christ in us.  When I get off the elliptical machine and walk outside, that little lizard runs for all he's worth.  Make Satan do the same as you wield all that mighty armor against him.  Don't let him stake his territory on your soul.
 
Put on the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil… withal taking up the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the evil one (Eph 6:11,16).
Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you (Jas 4:7).
 
Dene Ward
           

I sat with my hands in my lap, listening to the announcements.  When it came time for prayer, instantly two hands reached for mine and held them until the amens echoed around the building.

The hand on my right was my husband’s.  After spending fifty years together, it seemed only natural.  We are always touching, patting, and hugging.  To walk past one another without some sort of physical contact is unthinkable.  What has made this relationship even more remarkable though, is the spiritual sharing and touching.  When two people pray for the same things, hope for the same things, and endure the same things with the help of the same Comforter, two people who were so unalike in the beginning that several people tried to talk us out of this marriage, the closeness can only be with the help of the Divine Creator who united us in far more than holy matrimony.

The other hand came from a friend, someone I have known for several years now, who has supported me in every way imaginable, who has stood by me and has lifted my name up in prayer, who has shared her own trials with me and allowed me to help her as well, someone who lives nearly fifty miles from me, whom I would never have known except that we share the same Savior and the same hope and a place in the same spiritual family.

Some people view holding hands in prayer as nothing more than an outward show of emotionalism.  To me those hands signify the unifying power of the grace of God.  That unity began with 12 men who would never have come together in any other way, and soon spread to add one more.  Some were urbane city dwellers who looked down on lowly Galileans.  Some were working class men while another was a highly educated Pharisee.  Some had Hebrew/Aramaic names while others’ names bore the influence of Hellenism.  One was a Zealot and another his political enemy, a tax collector.  Yet the Lord brought them all together in a unity that conquered the world.

I have held black hands, brown hands and white hands.  I have held plump soft hands and rough calloused hands.  I have held the tender hands of the young and the withered hands of the old.  I have held the hands of lawyers and doctors and plumbers and farmers, teachers and nurses and secretaries and homemakers, hands that hammer nails and hands that type on computer keyboards, hands that cook and sew and even hands that carry a weapon on the job.  We all have this in common—our Lord saved us when none of us deserved it.  That is His unifying power. 

The hand of God is the one that makes all of our hands worth holding.

May the God of endurance and encouragement grant you to live in such harmony with one another, in accord with Christ Jesus, that together you may with one voice glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore welcome one another as Christ has welcomed you, for the glory of God. Romans 15:5-7

Dene Ward

I don’t know how many times I have had someone tell me that my other senses will all improve once I am completely blind.  I just smile and tell them I appreciate their concern.  It is the grateful, loving thing to do, while jumping down their throats and biting their heads off with a sharp retort certainly isn’t.  If they didn’t care so much they wouldn’t try to be helpful and I am just as responsible for my words as they are for theirs.
            As to that comment, it is just a myth.  It isn’t that suddenly your hearing will improve when you can no longer see.  It’s that suddenly you use it to better advantage.  When you could see who was approaching you, you didn’t need to hear the door open, judge the weight of the steps and length of the stride, and determine whose voice it was.  Now you must, so you do.  Even still sighted, I have always seen more than Keith has.  When you have poor vision, you concentrate harder and take care to notice more.  I see signs he never does.  I notice the color of cars and houses.  I know two oak trees flank a driveway, not just one, and I remember that when we go back to someone’s home the second time.  He just looks for the address, numbers I can never see from the car.
            All of that made me wonder about our spiritual senses.  Did you know you can find all five mentioned in a figurative context in the Bible?
            Jesus had a lot to say about people who are spiritually blind.  For judgment came I into this world, that they that see not may see; and that they that see may become blind. Those of the Pharisees who were with him heard these things, and said unto him, Are we also blind? Jesus said unto them, If you were blind, you would have no sin: but now you say, We see: your sin remains, John 9:39-41. 
            The prophets also talk about spiritual blindness.  It isn’t just that some people cannot comprehend God’s word—they blind themselves to it when they do not want to see what it says.  Peter also mentions people who are spiritually near-sighted in 2 Pet 1:9.  You can find more passages about spiritual blindness than any of the other senses, and they should scare us all to death.  Be careful when, in a spiritual discussion, you find yourself uttering the words, “I just can’t see that.”  It may be that you have become spiritually blind.
            You could make a similarly long list of passages commanding us to “hear,” “listen,” “hearken,” and “take heed.”  Jesus said in the context of the parable of the sower, “Take heed what you hear,” and also, “Take heed HOW you hear.” 
            Just as some are “hard of hearing” physically, the prophets and preachers dealt with those who were hard of hearing spiritually.  Jeremiah and Ezekiel both were told to go preach to a people who would “refuse to hear.”  Do you think it cannot happen to us?  The Hebrew writer warns, “See that you do not refuse him who speaks,” 12:25, and Paul warns of those who have “itching ears.”  Keith has special medicine for exactly that thing.  Too bad it doesn’t work on the spiritually deaf as well.
            Do you think you can’t have a spiritual problem with your nose?  For we are the aroma of Christ to God among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing, to one a fragrance from death to death, to the other a fragrance from life to life. Who is sufficient for these things? 2 Corinthians 2:15-16.  The point is exactly the same—if you don’t like what becoming a follower of Christ means, it will stink to you, but to those who understand, who comprehend, who hear and see the true nature of things, he will smell wonderful.
            The Hebrew writer talks about those who have “tasted the heavenly gift…and the goodness of the word of God” 6:4,5.  If you don’t know people who think the Bible is anything but good, who believe that it is, in fact, the source of human misery, you haven’t tried too hard to spread it.  Always there are some who take a taste and spit it out with disgust—the same people who cannot see, cannot hear, and cannot smell the sweet aroma of Christ.
            And always there are those who cannot feel, whose hearts will never be pricked by the gospel, who are numb to its appeals.  Paul told the Athenians at the Areopagus, And he made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place, that they should seek God, in the hope that they might feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us, Acts 17:26-27.  Not many of those people groped their way to the Lord in the end, but a few did.
            Did you notice something about all those spiritual senses?  When a physical sense leaves you, you learn to make better use of the ones that remain.  Unfortunately, when a spiritual sense leaves, the rest seem to follow suit.  If you won’t see, then you won’t hear.  You won’t let the grace of God touch your heart.  You won’t enjoy the smell of his sacrifice nor the taste of his love--if you have tasted that the Lord is gracious, 1 Pet 2:3.
            Can you imagine a more miserable existence than never seeing a sunset, never hearing the sweet coo of a baby, never tasting a ripe strawberry, never smelling the yeasty aroma of bread fresh from the oven, or never feeling the warm sun on your back?  That’s exactly the kind of lives people live when their spiritual senses don’t work.  But you can fix them all with one easy cure—heal your heart.  God told Ezekiel that if the people repented he would give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh. Ezekiel 36:26.  Once your heart can be touched, the other senses will come flooding back into your life, almost overwhelming you with new sensations.
            The five physical senses are a wonderful blessing from God.  The spiritual ones are even better.
 
In that day the deaf shall hear the words of a book, and out of their gloom and darkness the eyes of the blind shall see. The meek shall obtain fresh joy in the LORD, and the poor among mankind shall exult in the Holy One of Israel. Isaiah 29:18-19.
 
Dene Ward

Not long before my first grandchild arrived in this world I told my daughter-in-law, “One day after he is born, maybe a week, maybe a month, and maybe more than once, you are going to sit down and bawl your eyes out.  You won’t know why and you will think, ‘What’s wrong with me?  This is supposed to be the happiest time of my life, and here I am crying.’ 
            “There is nothing wrong with you.  You are simply exhausted and overwhelmed.  You have carried a child nine months, you haven’t slept enough, not only since he was born, but for awhile before that because you were so uncomfortable.  You haven’t sat down except to feed him.  Yes, you love him with a ferocity you have never felt before, but he is one demanding little creature, and you will wonder, ‘What in the world was I thinking?’ which only adds to the guilt you feel.  If you don’t suddenly burst into tears a few times, you aren’t normal, and it doesn’t mean you are a bad mother.  In fact, it probably means just the opposite.”
            I told her all that because I wished someone had told me when I sat down and burst into tears one afternoon long ago.  We do our brothers and sisters no favors by pretending that life is one big fairy tale.  Instead, we seem to bottle up our own emotions and deny they ever existed, while telling them to “Shape up!”
            God put us here to help one another, and it is no help at all to act like we never had these problems.  Babies do not lie down and go to sleep when you need them to.  One word “fitly spoken” will not unravel a tangled conflict.  Sometimes spouses are inconsiderate and unkind and have no interest in talking about the problem and fixing it.  We have lived too long with sitcoms that solve all difficulties in less than thirty minutes and Lifetime movies that depict one intervention mending a twenty year rift in a relationship.  In real life it doesn’t happen that way.
            We once spent an hour with a man who thought himself “the dream husband,” trying to get him to see that his actions were nothing more than abusive control.  The hour ended with him in tears, determined to be better.  The next morning he was again blaming his wife for her lack of gratitude for all his “care.”  That is real life.  Problems that took years to develop will not disappear in a minute, or an hour, or even a week. 
            Our children learn nothing when we hide our disagreements.  Keith’s parents once said, “We never argue.”  When he was finally old enough to figure things out, he answered, “That’s because you both clammed up and walked away, not because you never got mad at each other.”  Children need to see how to resolve conflicts in a godly manner, or even how to apologize when the manner was less than godly. 
            When a young person struggles with sin and we tell him he never truly repented, when someone who is seriously ill becomes depressed and we say, “Where’s your faith?” when another is beset by tragedy and in her grief asks, “Why?” and all we can do is scold, we have failed them.  A brother is born for adversity, Prov 17:17.  When I do not comfort my brother in that adversity, when I am too proud to share the wisdom that has come from mistakes I have made, I have not fulfilled my purpose for being.
            It’s time we older Christians stopped endorsing fairy tales.  It’s time we told it like it is.  Life can be hard and it doesn’t necessarily mean you are at fault. Even when you are at fault, it doesn’t mean you are worse than anyone else, no matter what image others try to present.  Older Christians must realistically prepare the younger for life, and comfort them during their trials.  Job said that when we do not comfort those who need it our very relationship with God is in peril, 6:14,15. 
            God told Ezekiel, Son of man, prophesy against the shepherds of Israel… and say to them…The weak you have not strengthened, the sick you have not healed, the injured you have not bound up, the strayed you have not brought back, the lost you have not sought…therefore you shepherds hear the word of the Lord…I am against the shepherds and I will require my sheep at their hands…Ezek 34:2,4,7,10.  He feels the same way about older Christians who present unrealistic expectations to the younger and then do not comfort and console when difficulties arise.
            I must stop pretending I am completely put together so I can help those whose lives are falling apart.
 
Dene Ward

Just as the Old Testament canon is closed because it witnesses prophetically to Christ, and Christ has come; so the New Testament canon is closed because it witnesses historically to Christ, and Christ has come.  The finality of Scripture is thus due to—is, indeed, one aspect of—the finality of Jesus Christ.

John Stott, Authentic Christianity