A special entry from our guest writer.   This one could be very useful as you grow in your ability to study God's Word.

A. Know what it says before you even think about thinking about what it means—whether “IT” is a verse, a paragraph or a book.

1.  Diagram the sentence –Who/What (subject) did what (verb) to whom/what (object). Which of these do the other words modify (go with).
2. List repeated words/phrases.
3. Analyze: Why is it in this order? Where does this “Or” or “Therefore” refer back to? Are there any pivot points that divide one side from another, e.g. “Gal 5 The works of the flesh, the works of the spirit?
4. List words that need more study and thought.
5. Note the context, the broader subject this passage is part of.
6. Note the atmosphere of the passage—confrontational Jn 8, Sarcastic 2 Cor 11, Hostile Ax 7, Instruction 1&2Timothy, Plea Philemon.
7. Be sure your interpretation includes every word and phrase in its natural/normal meaning. Nothing was written without purpose. Stray words and phrases cannot be dismissed, find their purpose.
8. Look for the author’s outline of a book or subject. Your interpretation must fit it. John’s 7 signs, In 1 Cor 8-11:1, the interpretation of10:1-13 must fit the purpose of the section.
9. Note repetition—When the Bible skips so much we wish to know, why is this repeated? e.g. Moses receives the Tabernacle plan (Ex 25-31) and then the building of it is described almost word for word (Ex 36-40); 2Kg 19-20 copies Isa 37-38.

 
B.   Figurative language is a special part of knowing what it says.

1. Words should always be interpreted with their literal meaning unless there is compelling reason to make it figurative. Such as 1) impossibility, 2) is said to be figurative, 3) common sense e.g. God is a Rock cannot be literal.
2. A figure makes only one point e.g. the parable of the sower is talking about what kind of soil one chooses to be and no point can be made about sowing, in fact, the man was a poor sower, The rich man and Lazarus is about the power of God’s word  and points about the afterlife are tenuous at best.
3. Metaphor -- The Lord is my shepherd, neath his sheltering wings….
4. Metonomy – The part is put for the whole or the whole for the part. “Come see my new wheels.” Jesus, “Not one jot or tittle shall pass from the law” Paul, “the word of the cross.”
5. Hyperbole – exaggeration for emphasis. Beam in eye, camel through the eye of a needle, salt lose its saltiness.

 
C. Note the type of literature your passage is in. Each type must be interpreted differently.
Drama: Job, and much of it is false (all the speeches of the friends), so be aware of who is speaking
Wisdom: Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, speaks in generalities and its truths are not 100% true, just generally so
Thesis: Rom, Eph, Heb, John, very organized,
Epistle: organized but more casual.
History: Samuel, Kings, Acts; History is written with purpose.

1.  Note the author’s stated purpose Jn 20:30, Gal 1:6-8, 2Pet 3:1, 1Jn 1:4, 2:1, 5:13
2. The Bible is written to persuade: Note how the passage under study fits into the logic of the thing being discussed and determine what we are being persuaded of.

Keith Ward

On this date in 1099, the man responsible for one of the most corrupt systems in the Catholic Church, Pope Urban II (Otho de Lagery), died.  Unfortunately, the corruption did not die with him.  He is the first pope to use something called indulgences, whereby one could supposedly buy their way out of the consequences of their sin.
            To attempt to make this simple, Catholicism teaches that God does not just forgive a sin and it's done with.  The sinner must also suffer temporal punishment, and then time in Purgatory.  But Urban was also the catalyst for the Crusades.  He needed soldiers.  So he declared that anyone who fought in the First Crusade was absolved of all sin.  If you could not go for some reason or other, you simply bought your way out with something called an "indulgence."  Partial indulgences were also offered, which presumably cost less, and a complex system developed wherein they claimed they could calculate to the day how many of your sins had been cancelled by the amount you paid.  Although in the beginning it was assumed one would also perform acts of penance, within a few centuries that part no longer mattered.  Plus, you could even buy a dead loved one out of Purgatory!
            This is one of the things that finally pushed Martin Luther to rebel.  When he hanged those 95 Theses on the church door, indulgences were squarely in his view as one of the worst kinds of corruption in the Catholic Church.  Finally, Pius V abolished them in 1567.  It had become obvious to even the bean counters how venal the whole system was.
            Of course we know that none of this is found in the Bible—not even a place called Purgatory.  God says that when we meet His conditions, He will forgive us.  Period.  Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow, He promised as early as Isaiah (1:18).  Aren't we glad that with God things are so simple?  But today, you still see people creating indulgences, ways to make themselves and their sins not count against them.
            "The church is full of hypocrites."  In my experience that isn't even true.  Yes, we might see a few, but certainly not 100%.  Even the apostles weren't immune from that problem.  And just how does that make it okay to ignore God's commands even if it were true?  It will not cause God to "indulge" your little foibles.
            "It's the way I was brought up.  I can't help myself."  Well, Abraham was brought up by idolaters (Josh 24: 2), but somehow or other he overcame that upbringing and became "the Father of the Faithful" and "the Friend of God."  Both Hezekiah and Josiah were sons of wicked kings who worshipped idols and made treaties with the enemies of God, yet became two of the most righteous kings Judah ever had.  So now, what was that "indulgence" you thought you deserved?
            "The preacher preached a sermon that hurt my feelings."  Jesus hurt a few feelings himself and never apologized for it.  Then came the disciples, and said unto him, Don't you know that the Pharisees were offended, when they heard this saying? But he answered and said, Every plant which my heavenly Father planted not, shall be rooted up. Let them alone: they are blind guides. And if the blind guide the blind, both shall fall into a pit (Matt 15:12-14).  Jesus said that if they let themselves be offended and did not listen to his teaching and change, that they would be "rooted up," not excused.  Most preachers I know quote the Word of God.  Those words are the ones that "hurt people's feelings."  Jesus doesn't give "indulgences" that will absolve your sin when that happens.  You always have the choice not to be offended, but to repent and change.  Take heed how you hear, Jesus also said (Luke 8:18).
            And it is probably not unheard of for someone to tell a congregation, "I give a whole lot more than any of you.  That means you had better_______ (do things my way, stop preaching about things I (or my family) am doing, etc.), or we're leaving.  I do know of one who told the elders if they didn't get rid of a certain Bible class teacher they, and their contribution, would leave.  If that isn't buying indulgences, I don't know what is. 
          Even the Catholic Church finally realized the sleaze factor in indulgences and got rid of them.  We need to follow suit.  God is a loving and merciful parent, but He is never indulgent toward unrepented of sin.
 
Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous; for the LORD knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish (Ps 1:5-6).
 
Dene Ward

A few years ago. after an unseasonable two weeks in the month of January that left our azaleas and blueberries blooming, the live oak leaves falling by the bushel, and the air conditioner humming away instead of the woodstove, we finally had a night in the thirties and woke February 1 to frost on the ground—and on all those blooms.
            Keith rose earlier than usual to start the sprinkler on the blueberries so when the sun hit them as it climbed behind the trees in the eastern woods, the frost would be washed off and the blooms left undamaged.  He also built a small fire in the fire pit beside them, pulled together from the remains of a fire we had enjoyed the night before with a cup of hot chocolate. 
            Ever since we moved to this plot of ground we have had a fire pit for hot dog fires and marshmallow roasts.  Now with the boys gone, we still like to sit there on a cold night and talk.  We sit there in the mornings too, if coals remain, and some did that day, so, thanks to a considerate husband, I had a fire to warm me along with my second cup of coffee.
            The world was waking up.  Wrens warbled loudly in the shrubs, in between perches on the suet cage.  The hawks cried out as they flew overhead, hunting breakfast.  A neighbor’s cow bawled so loudly I wondered if it needed milking or was just hungry.  Frosted off brown grass may be crunchy, but probably doesn’t offer much nourishment.
            I watched the small fire and scratched Chloe’s furry head.  Suddenly the wood shifted, and the whole fire lowered a bit as the wood beneath completely lost its framework and became nothing but ashes.  Slowly and surely the rest began to burn and fall, and within a few minutes only a twig or two was left glimmering in the white debris beneath.
            One morning recently, when we were sitting by a similar fire planning a camping trip, we suddenly realized that we could no longer plan “twenty years from now” with any reasonable expectation.  I suppose it hit me first when I did the math and thought, if Keith makes it twenty more years he will have outlived all of his grandparents and his parents.  One of my grandmothers lived to 97, but then I realized that I take after my other grandmother more and that would give me only ten more years.
            I am not being morose.  After all, for a Christian, it means the reward is closer, but I think the day it hits you will suddenly change everything you say and do from then on.  It needs to hit you sooner rather than later—life is short, a breath, a wind, a shadow, the grass, the flowers—all of these things are mentioned in scores of places in the scriptures.
            We are just like that small morning fire.  Only half the size of a normal campfire and built on the half burnt remains of the night before, it was gone in moments.  But it still accomplished two things. 
            It provided some warmth in the early morning chill.  The thermometer next to the house said 37 that day, but Keith said the car thermometer, which was not next to a warm wall, registered between 29 and 33 as he drove to work.  In a nightgown, sweatshirt and denim jacket, I needed some warmth while I sat there.  So does the world.  It’s up to me to provide that warmth, which translates as comfort and compassion, to everyone I meet.  As Paul said in 2 Cor 1:3,4, Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.  God gives us spiritual life so we can give comfort to others, not just for our own joy.
            The morning was still dim that day, and the fire also provided me with the light to see around me.  God appeared as a pillar of cloud to lead the Israelites during the day.  What about travel after dark?  And the LORD went before them by day in a pillar of cloud to lead them along the way, and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light, that they might travel by day and by night. Exodus 13:21-22.  Isn’t it in the dark of trial, indecision, and despair that we need guidance most?  And when do our neighbors need our help the most?  God means for us to be a light, a city set on a hill, bright enough for all to see even at a distance.
            And then we gradually burn down and the light and the warmth disappear.  Or does it?  Don’t you still remember people who have helped you along the way?  Don’t you still recall their wise and comforting words and their kind deeds?  It only looks like the fire has died, for underneath those feathery white ashes lie smoldering coals that will still warm you and give you light.
            That’s what God expects of this small morning fire we call our lives, and the fire that keeps on giving will be the one that springs to life again on that bright and glorious morning to come.
 
So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom, Psa 90:12.
 
Dene Ward

Out here in the country, just about every man has a pickup truck.  Most of them are several years old, caked in mud, a little rusty, and dented here and there.  That’s because those trucks are used. 
            We have one too.  It’s over twenty years old, usually wears a coat of dust, and sports a bed with scrapes, dings, and lines of orange rust.  It has hauled wood for our heat and leaves and pine straw for mulch.  It has carried loads of dirt to landscape the natural rises and dips of our property.  It has toted lawn mowers and tillers to the shop for repair.  It has gone on several dozen camping trips, filled to the brim of its topper with tents, sleeping bags, coolers, suitcases, firewood, and food.
            Whenever we go to town, it always amuses me to see a man in a tie get out of a pickup truck, especially if that truck is clean, polished, and less than two years old.  I asked such a man once why he needed his pickup.  “To drive,” he said.  What?  Isn’t that what far more economical cars are for?  He actually took better care of his truck than his car, polishing it to a high enough sheen to blind the driver in the next lane, and vacuuming it almost daily.  Obviously, his pickup was for show.  “A man ought to have a truck after all.”  Why?  Because it makes him a man?
            Before you shake your head, consider that this happens with many more things than pickup trucks.  Why do you have the type of car you do?  Not a car, but that particular one.  I know some people who think the brand is the important part, that somehow it says something special about them.  Why do you live where you do in the type of house that you have?  Is it a big house because you have a big family, because you use it to house brethren passing through who need help, because you show hospitality on a regular basis?  Or is it because someone of your status ought to have a house that size in that neighborhood?
            I suppose the saddest thing I have seen is women who have children because “that’s what women do.”  Their careers or busy schedules or social standing is far more important than the child, who is raised by someone else entirely, with mommy making “quality time” whenever she can spare a moment or two.
            The Israelites of the Old Testament had similar problems.  They wanted a king “like the countries round about them.”  Somehow they thought it made them a legitimate nation.  Do we do similar things in the church?
            Why do we have a preacher?  I have heard people say we need one to look valid to the denominations around us.  Why do we have a building?  “Because that would make us a real church.”  Neither of those things is wrong to have, but our attitudes show us to be less than spiritual, not to mention less than knowledgeable, when we say such things. 
            Why do you have elders?  “Because a church this size ought to.”  That may very well be, but you don’t fix the problem of a church that hasn’t grown enough spiritually to have qualified men by choosing men who are anything but just so you can say you have elders.
            A lot of us are just silly boys who think that having a pickup truck makes them real men.  Let’s get to the root of the problem.  What makes you a Christian, what makes a church faithful, is a whole lot like what makes you a man, and outward tokens have nothing to do with it.
 
"As for you, son of man, your people who talk together about you by the walls and at the doors of the houses, say to one another, each to his brother, 'Come, and hear what the word is that comes from the LORD.' And they come to you as people come, and they sit before you as my people, and they hear what you say but they will not do it; for with lustful talk in their mouths they act; their heart is set on their gain. And behold, you are to them like one who sings lustful songs with a beautiful voice and plays well on an instrument, for they hear what you say, but they will not do it. When this comes--and come it will!--then they will know that a prophet has been among them." Ezekiel 33:30-33
 
Dene Ward

I grew up reading and playing the piano instead of playing outside where it was dangerous to someone who couldn’t see well.  As a result, I was about as physically un-fit as anyone could possibly be.  Even after a genius of a doctor fitted my strangely shaped eyeballs with contact lenses more or less successfully in my mid-teens and I could finally see what lay in front of my feet, I had grown accustomed to sedentary activities and preferred them.
            Then I had babies, gained thirty pounds and could hardly walk across the house—which is not exactly large—without gasping for air.  I decided it was time to change things.  Keith had jogged since I had known him.  My closest friend, who lived just across the cornfield from me, also jogged.  Surely I could do this, too, I thought.  But I did not want to be embarrassed by how I looked doing it or by failure if indeed I couldn’t. 
            We lived well off the highway on property not ours, but whose owner allowed us to use it in exchange for the improvements we made to it—tearing down and hauling off a dilapidated frame house, digging a well and septic tank, and putting up a power pole—and for watching the property and livestock for him since he lived a half mile away.  We were surrounded by his fields, including a small hay field and larger cow pasture.  Neither of those could be seen from either the highway or the neighbors’ homes.  So I drove around the fields and measured them with the odometer.  The hayfield perimeter measured a quarter mile and the pasture three-quarters.  Now I could keep track of my progress.
            Nathan was four, so that first day I set him on a hay wagon in the middle of the hayfield and jogged the quarter mile around.  When I finished I thought I might pass out, or die, or both.  The next morning I could hardly get out of bed, but I did and after Keith left for the meetinghouse I jogged again, but this time I went all the way around plus one fencepost further.  Once again I survived.  The next day I went two fenceposts past one lap, and the next day three.
            The hayfield was a rectangle and I was adding my fenceposts on a long side.  When I finally reached the end of that side, I added the whole short side at once making one and a half laps.  The day after that I added half the other long side, then the other half and the last short side, making two whole laps.  Once I could do three laps I moved to the cow pasture.  One lap around the pasture plus one around the hayfield and I had completed a whole mile.  I could hardly believe it.
            I made that progress in one month and lost ten pounds without even trying.  Within six months I was jogging on the highway, a five mile circuit six days a week.  I had lost thirty pounds.  I was never fast.  The best I ever did was the tortoise-like pace of 5 miles in 47 minutes, but it wasn’t the 47 minutes that got me back to my front door that day, it was the fact that I kept going.
            Sometimes we expect too much of ourselves.  I have known new Christians who expected their lives to change instantly the moment they came up out of the water.  They thought sinful attitudes would suddenly morph into godly ones and temptation would be a thing of the past.  Once the adrenaline rush wore off and life became routine, their lack of speedy progress discouraged them.  No one would expect a person such as I was to run five miles the first time she ever tried, but for some reason we expect that in our spiritual progress.  We do have a lot of powerful help, but powerful doesn’t mean “miraculous.” 
            We seem to expect it of others too.  If a person has a failing as a young man, it will be held against him forever.  The fact that he improves is seldom noticed, but let him slip one time, even if it has been ten years, and suddenly everyone is saying, “There he goes again.”  Many of my brethren would never have allowed Peter to reach the eldership for exactly that reason.  Peter’s impetuosity was a problem for him, as was fear of what others thought, even after Pentecost (Gal 2), but he did improve, and those people noticed instead of saying “again,” or he would never have been an elder.
            Do you think others didn’t have problems after their conversion?  Look at the admonitions in Romans 14 and 1 Corinthians 8.  They were still suffering from a background of idolatry.  They couldn’t eat that meat without “eating as a thing sacrificed to an idol” (8:7).  That problem did not disappear overnight.
            Unless we are willing to say that we have reached perfection, none of us believes that it’s how fast we progress that matters.  We all believe that it’s the improvement that God judges.  Some of us have gone farther than others, but if we have stopped and are leaning on the fence, perfectly content with where we are, God will not be pleased with us.  God rewards only the one who is progressing, even if it’s just one fencepost at a time.
 
Brethren, I count not myself yet to have laid hold: but one thing I do, forgetting the things which are behind, and stretching forward to the things which are before, I press on toward the goal unto the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Phil 3:13-14
 
Dene Ward
 

Today's post is by guest writer Lucas Ward.

John 13:34-35  "A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another; even as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.  By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another."
 
            When we read this passage and note that the command to love is not new -- it is one of the two Great Commands of the Old Testamemt, Matt. 22:38 -- we ask the question, "What makes this command new?"  The answer for the Apostles ia to love as the Lord loved them.  We then say, "Aha! We should be willing to die for each other as the Lord died for us."  While we should be willing to die for each other (1 John 3:16), that can't be what Jesus means here because He hadn't yet died and He was speaking in the past tense.  "As I have loved you" tells us that there was love He had shown them that He wanted them to continue to show each other.  The Lord is referencing the beginning of the chapter.
            John 13 begins with the Apostles arguing over who was greatest as they came into the upper room to partake of the Passover feast.  Jesus quietly gathers the water basin and towel, ties his robe out of the way, and begins washing the Apostles' feet.  There was stunned silence.  Why? Because the washing of feet was a necessary job in the days of sandals and dusty roads, but it was considered a demeaning job.  In households that had servants, it was the lowest status servant who washed guests' feet.  In homes without servants, the owner would give supplies to the guests so they could wash their own feet.  What never happened was for the highest status guest to wash everyone else's feet.  The Apostle's shock is shown by Peter's reaction:  “Lord, do you wash my feet? . . . You shall never wash my feet.” (vs 6,8)  Peter was essentially saying 'Lord, I won't let you demean yourself this way!'  The Lord then gives the lesson.  "If I, then, your Teacher and Lord have washed your feet you also ought to wash one another's feet." (vs 14)  The lesson is of service, of putting others before self and not worrying about our own status.  I should never feel too important to do what my brother needs me to do.
            Yet the lesson is more than that.  Judas was in that room.  It is immediately after this that Jesus declares that one of them will betray Him.  It is not until verse 27 that Jesus dismisses Judas.  He not only took care of His devoted followers' needs, He washed the crusty feet of the one who would betray Him.  This is truly the example of "loving your enemies" Matt. 5:44 and "pray for them that despitefully use you" (Luke 6:28). 
            When Jesus says to love each other "as I have loved you", He is teaching a love that is demonstrated through self-sacrificing service.  This is revolutionary in a society whose mantra is "I have to look out for myself first", where families are abandoned in the name of "me time," and fathers abdicate to the man cave.  It may be a shock to our selfish egos, but Jesus says that this love is what identifies His followers (vs 35).  If I don't love in this way, what does that say about my relationship with Christ?
 
Phil. 2:3-4  "Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.  Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others."
 
Lucas Ward
 

"It's too much to expect our young people to keep themselves pure these days."

            I sincerely hope that this one is an anomaly, that nowhere else on God's Earth has a Christian made such a statement and meant it.  Or maybe that I misheard, but since the statements that came afterward were all about "Why" we shouldn't expect it, I am afraid that is a vain hope.  And what were the reasons given?  The culture they grow up in, the influences of their peers, and the failure of the adults around them.
            The Roman world of the New Testament was pagan, sensual, carnal, full of excess, and impure in every aspect.  Very few sexual acts were considered "illicit."  Slaves were used and abused, physically and sexually.  Men kept little boys for horrible reasons and no one cried foul.  Orgies were common.  "Corinthian" was a synonym for licentious, but Paul never gave his brothers and sisters in Corinth any reason to think they could act that way and get away with it because of the culture they were surrounded with. 
            In the Bible we have several examples of young people who kept themselves pure despite their surroundings.  Daniel and his three friends, Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah, grew up in a Judean court that had left all things pure and gone into wholesale idolatry which often included fornication as a religious rite.  They were taken to a land not a bit better at about the age of 14, yet they purposed in their heart that they would not defile themselves… Dan 1:8.  At that time it was the king's rich and luxurious food, but they kept to that determination in everything, even when their lives were threatened.  They had no support from their peers and no godly parents to stand behind them.  Yet somehow they managed to keep themselves pure in some of the worst circumstances imaginable.
            Timothy stands out as well.  Yes, he had a godly mother and grandmother, but his father was not a Christian.  Just who do little boys want to be like most?  He had no Jewish community or synagogue school to help his mother teach him—Paul did not find a synagogue in Lystra and it takes 10 adult Jews to constitute one.  She had no rabbi then, and thus he couldn't be circumcised, even if his father had allowed it.  Yet this mother and grandmother taught this young man well enough for him to keep his own purity, and for Paul to expect nothing less of him.  Let no one despise you for your youth, but set the believers an example in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity (1Tim 4:12).
            And perhaps the best example of all is seventeen year old Joseph who, when approached and literally hounded by a temptress, simply obeyed the command in 1 Corinthians 6 as if he had read it himself.  Flee fornication… (1Cor 6:18).
            Yes, it is possible for young people to maintain their purity, even if they are surrounded by sin and pressured on all sides to take part.  No, it is not asking too much of them.  But it is much less likely to happen when we give them excuses to do otherwise.

Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near of which you will say, “I have no pleasure in them” (Eccl 12:1).
 
Dene Ward
 
 
 

When we first moved here, we were surrounded by twenty acres of woods on each side. We sat at the table and watched deer grazing at the edge of the woods while we ate breakfast. Our garden was pilfered by coons and possums that could ruin two dozen melons and decimate a forty foot row of corn overnight. We shot rattlesnakes and moccasins, and shooed armadillos out of the yard. At night we listened not only to whippoorwills singing and owls hooting, but also to bobcats screaming deep in the woods.
            Then one morning I walked out to the chicken pen to gather eggs. I stepped inside warily because the rooster had a habit of declaring his territory with an assault on whoever came through the gate, and as I watched for him over my shoulder, I realized that my subconscious count of the hens was off by one or two. So I scattered the feed and carefully counted them when they came running to eat—one, two, three, four…nine, ten, eleven. One was missing.
            I scoured the pen. No chickens hiding behind the coop or under a scrubby bush. I checked the old tub we used to water them just to make sure one had not fallen in, as had happened before. Nothing quite like finding a drowned chicken first thing in the morning, but no chicken in the tub. Then I left the pen and searched around it. On the far side lay a trail of feathers leading off to the woods, but Keith was away on business and there wasn’t much I could do. The next morning I counted only ten chickens and found yet another trail.
            We were fairly sure what was going on. So when he got back home that day, he parked the truck up by the house, pointed toward the chicken pen, and that night when the dogs started barking, he stepped outside in the dark, shotgun in hand, and flipped on the headlights. Nothing. Every night for a week, he was out with the first bark, and every night he saw nothing. But he never stopped going out to look. At least the noise and lights were saving the chickens we still had.
            Then one night, after over a week of losing sleep and expecting once again to find nothing, there it was—a bobcat standing outside the pen, seventy-five feet across the field. Keith is a very good shot, even by distant headlight.
            I still think of that trail of feathers sometimes and shiver. I couldn’t help hoping the hen was already dead when she was dragged off, that she wasn’t squawking in fear and pain in the mouth of a hungry predator.
            Sometimes it happens to the people of God. We usually think in terms of sheep and wolves, and the scriptures talk in many places of those sheep being “snatched” and “scattered.” It isn’t hard to imagine a trail of fleece and blood instead of feathers.         
            I think we need to imagine that scene more often and make it real in our minds, just as real as that trail of feathers was to me. Losing a soul is not some trivial matter. It is frightening; it is painful; it is bloody; it’s something worth losing a little sleep over. If we thought of it that way, maybe we would work harder to save a brother who is on the edge, maybe we would be more careful ourselves and not walk so close to the fence, flirting with the wolf on the other side.
            Look around you today and do a count. How many souls have been lost in the past year alone? Has anyone bothered to set up a trap for the wolf? Has anyone even acknowledged his existence? Clipped chickens, even as dumb as they are, do not fly over a six foot fence, but a bobcat can climb it in a flash and snatch the unwary in his jaws. Be on the lookout today.
 
I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. He who is a hired hand and not a shepherd, who does not own the sheep, sees the wolf coming and leaves the sheep and flees, and the wolf snatches them and scatters them. He flees because he is a hired hand and cares nothing for the sheep. I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I lay down my life for the sheep. (John 10:11-15)
 

​We heat with wood.  A thirty-six-year-old Ashley wood stove sits in the heart of our home—the kitchen and family room area.  Our boys grew up watching their father labor with a chainsaw, axe, and splitting maul, eventually helping him load the eighteen inch lengths of wood into the pickup bed and then onto the wood racks.  Every time a friend or neighbor lost a tree or several large limbs fell, the phone rang, and the three of them set off for a Saturday’s worth of work that kept us warm for a few days and the heating bill down where we could pay it.
            At first those small boys could only carry one log at a time, and a small one at that.  Wood is heavy if still unseasoned, and always rough and unwieldy.  By the time they were 10, an armful numbered two or three standard logs, even the lighter, seasoned ones.  They were 16 or older before they could come close to their father’s armload of over half a dozen logs, and grown men before they could match him log for log.  Even that is a small amount of wood.  In a damped woodstove, it might last half the night, but on an open fire barely an hour.
            So I laugh when I see pictures of an 8-10 year old Isaac carrying four or five “sticks” up Mt Moriah behind his father Abraham.  To carry the amount of wood necessary to burn a very wet animal sacrifice, Isaac had to have been grown, or nearly so, not less than 16 or 17, and probably older and more filled out.  In fact, in the very next chapter, Genesis 23, Isaac is 37 years old.  In chapter 21, his weaning, he is somewhere between 3 and 8, probably the older end, so all we can say for certain is he is between 3 and 37 at the time of his offering.  Our experience with wood carrying tells me that he was far older than most people envision.
            Do you realize what that means?  This may well have been a test of Abraham’s faith, but it also shows that Isaac’s faith was not far behind his father’s.  He could easily have over-powered his father, a man probably two decades north of 100, and gotten away.  He, too, trusted that God would provide, even as he lay himself down on that altar and watched his father raise his hand.
            How did he know?  Because he watched God provide everyday of his life.  He saw his father’s relationship with God, heard his prayers and watched his offerings, witnessed the decisions he made every day based solely on the belief in God’s promises, and his absolute obedience even when it hurt, like sending his brother Ishmael away (Gen 21:12-14). Isaac did not know a time when his family did not trust God, so he did too.  “God will provide” made perfect sense to him.
            When that young man carried that hefty load of wood up that mountain, he went with a purpose, based upon the example of his father’s faith and his Father’s faithfulness.  Would your children be willing to carry that wood?
 
The living, the living, he thanks you, as I do this day; the father makes known to the children your faithfulness. Isaiah 38:19
 
Dene Ward

​In the country the power can go out for no apparent reason.  You expect it in a storm.  Limbs break and fall on power lines.  Ground becomes saturated with rain and the trees uproot themselves and fall over, taking the lines underneath with them.  Lightning strikes sub-stations and transformers.  All of that is understandable.  What is not is an outage on a calm, sunny day, something that happens far more often in the country than in town.
            When you are not expecting an outage, it can cause problems.  I once put a sour cream pound cake in the oven only to have the power go out twenty minutes later.  (Yes, the sun was shining brightly.)  I needed another 40-60 minutes of 325 degree heat.  I was afraid to take the cake out, but unsure how the residual heat would affect the cooking time, nor how the reheat time would affect it when the power came back on.
            I decided to leave it in the oven, thinking that it was less likely to fall from that than from suddenly moving it from the oven heat to room temperature when it wasn’t even half-cooked.  Two hours later, the lights came on and the oven began reheating itself.  I compromised on the time and with the aid of a toothpick was able to find the moment when the cake was done but not over done.  It was a little more compact than usual, but it didn’t fall, and it tasted fine.
            When you live in the land of unexpected outages, you really appreciate the consistency of God’s power.  Eph 1:19 tells us it is immeasurable, which means it cannot be contained and is therefore infinite.  Romans 1:20 simply mentions “the eternal power” of God.  Whenever we need it, it is there for the asking and nothing can deplete it.  Every time I hear someone say, “There are so many others with bigger problems, I hate to bother God with mine,” I wonder if they really understand the “eternal” power of God.
            God’s power guards us (1 Pet 1:5); it strengthens us (Eph 6:10; Col 1:11); it preserves us (Psa 79:11); it supports us in our suffering (2 Tim 1:8); it redeems us (Neh 1:10).  Paul prayed that the Ephesian brethren would know that power, the same power that raised Christ from the dead (1:19,20) and the same power that can answer any request we might possibly think of (3:20).  And, he says, that same power works within us as well.
            When the storms of life rage around you, you will not have to worry about the power going out.  In fact, that power will be stronger the more you need it.  Paradoxically, we are never stronger than when we need God the most because we are letting Him take care of things.  Counting on yourself is the weakest you will ever be, and that usually happens on the sunny days, the days when life is easy.  On stormy days, the days when we finally give up and lay it all before God, the power at our disposal is awesome. 
            The Light never goes out, or even dims in a brownout, when run by the power of God.
 
Ascribe power to God, whose majesty is over Israel, and whose power is in the skies. Awesome is God from his sanctuary; the God of Israel--he is the one who gives power and strength to his people.  Blessed be God! Psa 68:34-35
 
Dene Ward