Flight Paths

Today's post is by guest writer Joanne Beckley, ragarding one particular adventure while she lived in South Africa.

In deep dark Africa just south of the great green greasy Limpopo River, a sunny day

began with pure shock and ended in happiness with, yes, a lump in my throat. Living

in a foreign land requires unexpected adjustments of every kind in having to adapt to

a different culture that works just fine for this part of the world yet can take us

sojourners totally unaware. But these surprises actually mean adventures! And often,

joy.

Last night my husband received a phone call reminding two forgetful people that what

had been planned last month -- was tomorrow! So Dave rearranged his Saturday

schedule in order to be prepared when the teen boys arrived for an all-day Bible

class. I prudently made plans just in case any teen girls also came.

Morning arrived, with breakfast nearly over, when suddenly we heard a taxi (a large

van) hoot at our gate. The taxi doors opened and out poured 26 LITTLE people! As

the children poured through the front door, David had the audacity to whisper, "I

believe this is your day!" Somebody lost a minor tidbit in that phone call.

Fortunately the 26 children (ages 5 to 14) and their Bible class teacher passed

through the front door and right out the opposite door where they assembled on the

lawn under a large tree in our back garden. I went straight to my workroom to

regroup. Thankfully, African children are well trained to sit quietly and respond

respectfully even to teachers that are in shock, so I knew I would survive. What I

didn't realize though was how blessed the day would become.

The teaching day began at 7.30am (please note the time). Armed with five teaching

projects, I began, using their teacher Violet Tshikhudo to translate. I don't remember

much about the first hour. I think it was because I was still recovering from being told

they would be sharing my day until 5pm. That is when the taxi was scheduled to take

them all back home. The day was hot and muggy and sticky the WHOLE DAY LONG.

I noticed Dave was hovering, checking on me, smoothing my way in whatever

manner he could. He even served the morning tea and washed the dishes

afterwards. What a husband!

What did I teach? I began with a paper exercise using a very simple time line to

help me assess just how much Bible knowledge they had. We were able to scrounge

up 10 pencils/pens and five pairs of scissors so the exercise went swimmingly, with

everyone working on the tile floor. One hour later (that's one down!) the older children

helped the younger ones clean up, and we went on to revise the hand motions for

the Bible time periods. Violet had remembered what the Smith family had taught

during their visit to South Africa, and she enjoyed the revision. In fact, she stopped

me early on and coined the phrases in vhaVenda and we all dropped the English.

Because, the children had not had any breakfast, we had a short break for bread and

hot tea, their usual fare. Then it was back to the dining  room. I picked up my hand-drawn

picture cards to prompt them telling me of Bible stories that contained

whatever item was being portrayed. This worked beautifully. It was a nice way to

revise with a group that has been well taught. (With each new exercise, I would ask

the children why we were using visual aids -- especially to impress on Violet the

wisdom of using eye, hand, and ear to increase learning. I have learned that using

visual aids is a totally foreign concept to South African teachers, even in the public

schools. Therefore, I try to only use items that THEY can reproduce.)

THEN I had them each draw a fish, color it, attached a paper clip, and then write a

verse on other side. I took them all outside to the "pond" (picnic table) and we fished

with a magnet hanging from a stick/string affair to attract the paper-clipped fish,

reciting the verse each time a fish was caught. I do believe they would have been

willing to continue fishing the entire day, but I was ready to stop after the 15th fish

was caught and every verse was recited by each child.

THEN we returned to the dining room floor and I used a lesson from my old 52-lesson

booklets that I had made up for our boys back, waaay back, and then had

translated. By now the heat was telling on me and I was so thankful that Violet was

happy to keep on teaching, using these booklets on the Sermon on the Mount -- while

I escaped to the bedroom and Dave turned on the fan.

30 minutes later I was informed it is now time for lunch. Their tea hadn't stuck to

anyone’s ribs. Everyone retrieved their knapsacks, dug out their lunches, and retired

to the big backyard tree. (I LIKE that tree!)

After lunch I also took them to the kitchen and placed four mixing bowls on the counter and we all made play-dough (flour, salt,water). Choosing the items Jesus referred to in His sermon, we fashioned lamps,altars, eyeballs with a log in one and a speck in the other, wolves and then covered them with a “sheepskin”, and last of all, two houses each.Amidst the laughter and chatter I found it fascinating to see how they visualized

making each one of these items, although the lamp and altar had to be

demonstrated. Toward the end of this activity, Violet just couldn't stand being on the

sidelines any longer and she grabbed a chunk to make her own two houses. She

rolled a piece between her hands and curved it over to stand on the counter -- and

called it her house. Sure, why not, as they all were reared in round thatched houses.

Now, came the best part. That afternoon, the children told me they had rehearsed

two short plays to present as their gift to me and we all trouped out to the back yard.

(Are you still with me?) With running commentary from Violet, I had a delightful time

watching 26 children interpret two Bible stories: Samson and Delilah and the Prodigal

Son. I want to describe the Prodigal Son as interpreted within their cultural

understanding. For example, when the son went to demand his inheritance from the

father, he knelt down to speak to his father. When the son gathered his fair-weather

friends (8 of them) to spend his money, he took them to the shop (manned by four

girls) to buy food. The food was placed on the tin plates they had brought with them

and my drinking glasses. Then they went to the side to eat the food and afterwards

returned the dinnerware to the shop. What had me giggling was their repetition of the

phrase, "Keep the change." My laughter turned into understanding when Violet said

this is how they understand what wasting your money means. Then the boy and his

friends laid down to sleep and one of the friends dipped into the boy’s pocket and

shared out the stolen money with his friends. The following morning -- no money and

no friends. Seeing a pig farmer with all his pigs (15 little ones) lined up as if to a

trough, he went to ask for a job. Taking my old bucket he slopped those pigs well,

amidst such a racket of snorting! When the boy tried to also eat from the bucket, one

pig pushed him out of the way. Returning home he went to his father who ran to

welcome him. The father had his servant place the items on the son who then went to

get two of those famous "pigs" for the feast. All the children chimed in whenever

scripture was quoted which of course was an impressive amount. Truly a wonderful

effort.

By then it was 3pm (only??) and the children entertained themselves outside with a

nice variety of made-up group activities while I taught Violet how to make unleavened

bread using a thin aluminum pot on the stove. We used only the typical utensils that

she has on hand in her home, and simulated her outdoor cooking fire. I never did

convince her to handle the dough lightly, but we did get it rolled out very thin and

scored so that it cooked crisp enough to break easily. Sampling afterwards, she

pronounced the effort a success and very tasty to boot.

The last hour was spent with The Jungle Book video (they all liked the snake) and

then the taxi was hooting at the gate. But wait, they had planned to sing a good-bye

song to me before they left. So after each one ran to the taxi and then back to hug

me and then back to the taxi, they sat and sang all four verses of "God Be with You"

but to a different tune than you are familiar with. I thanked the driver for his patience

and waved them off until they were out of sight. (Dave told me later that the driver

had charged FULL fare for all those little bodies -- he had made a killing for sure! It

caused me to pause and reflect on the sacrifice each family had made just so their

children could come to me.)

I now have some wonderful new friends. Let's see, there was Tshinakaho, Rotondwa,

Rudzani, Mulamuleli, Shumani, Khathutshelo, Ofhani . . . no, I didn't manage to learn

them all. I asked Violet to write their names out for me and then later I read off their

names to see who these funny sounds belonged to. And like the rest of us they loved

hearing their names spoken.

When David returned (from his afternoon teaching at the prison), he very graciously

took me out to eat. Oh, yes, and it rained big time AFTER everyone left. Now that’s a

thanksgiving note!

I hope you survived the telling. It was a very special day for me.

Joanne Beckley

Our late winter/early spring gardening chores include pruning.  Pruning is serious business.  If you do it at the wrong time and in the wrong way, you can kill a plant.  But correct pruning encourages healthy growth, more flowering, heavier fruit yields, and in general, better looking plants.  Correct pruning can also scare you to death.

 If Keith had not had an experienced friend show him how to prune the grapes, he would never have done it correctly.  Light pruning does not promote fruiting on grape vines.  It takes a heavy-handed pruner, one who knows exactly how far down which vines to cut—and it is much farther than you would ever expect—to make vines that in the late summer provide both greater quantity and quality of grapes. 

 Roses also benefit from good pruning.  Every January or February (remember that we are talking here in Florida before you follow this to the letter) you should cut off 1/3 to ½ of the mature canes, plus all dead or dying branches, as well as those that cross or stray out of the general shape of the bush.  That is how you get more flowers and larger blooms, and healthier, prettier bushes altogether.

 God believes in pruning too.  John 15 is full of the imagery of pruning grape vines, cutting off those that no longer produce and throwing them into the fire, which just happens to be where we throw all our prunings as well.  God has done a lot of pruning throughout history.

 The wilderness wandering was nothing but one big pruning exercise.  All the faithless, those men of war responsible for the decision not to take the land, had to die, and a new generation be prepared.  Do you realize that if you only count those men, on average throughout those forty years, 40 men died every day?  That does not count the people who died of accident, disease and childbirth, and the women and priests who simply died of old age.  Every morning the first thing on one’s mind must have been, “Who died yesterday?”  Those people must have done nothing but bury the dead every single day for forty years.  No wonder they moved so often.

 Then there was the Babylonian captivity.  Ezekiel worked for seventy years preparing the next generation to return to the land as a righteous remnant while the older one died off.  Pruning made them better, stronger, and more able to endure those months of rebuilding, and the years that followed.

 And what else was it but pruning that made God cut off some branches (Jews) and graft in others (Gentiles)?  They were broken off because of their unbelief, Paul says in Rom 11:20, and then goes on to say that if God will prune the natural branches, he will certainly prune those that had been grafted in if their faith fails.

 God still prunes.  We tend to call it by other metaphors these days—refining our faith as gold, Peter says in one of those passages.  “Discipline” the Hebrew writer calls it, adding that the Lord only chastens those he loves.  But all these figures mean the same thing.  Pruning can be painful.  The best pruning shears are the sharp ones, for the wound will heal more quickly the cleaner the cut. 

 We carry a lot of deadwood on us that God has to whittle away through the trials and experiences of life, and with our own growth in the knowledge of the Word as we learn what is and is not acceptable to God.  It is up to us to use that pruning, shedding the dead wood and cultivating new growth, bearing more fruit, higher quality fruit, and more beautiful blooms.  If I am not growing, I can expect nothing more than my whole vine to be cut off and cast into the fire. 

 We want to be that productive grape vine with fruit so heavy and juicy we almost break from the sheer weight of it.  We want to be the rose that brings the oohs and aahs, whose perfume wafts on the breeze to all those around us.  We must submit to the pruning of the Master Gardener, glorying in His work in us, no matter how painful, so that we can “prove to be his disciples,” John 15:8, faithful to the end.

Every branch in me that does not bear fruit he takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit, John 15:2.

Dene Ward

That no advantage may be gained over us by Satan: for we are not ignorant of his devices2Cor2:11

 The passage above seems highly optimistic.  I have seen far too many—and I have been one myself—who not only are ignorant of the Devil's ways, but do not even comprehend that he might be using them on us.  I thought we might spend some beneficial time exploring the ways Satan tries to snatch us away.  How long this series will go on, I am not sure.  It may even start and stop as experience shows me yet more of those sneaky devices.

 One of the first places I think of to see some of those things is Proverbs 7, the warning to young men about unscrupulous women.  That particular woman seems to know every way possible to tempt a young man.

 Vv 9,10—She seems to know where he will be and she catches him there "in the darkness." Now he doesn't have to worry about being seen.

 Vv 5,21—She flatters him.  What man doesn't love to be flattered, but the younger they are, the more likely they are to believe it and not see what she is doing.  V 15—He is the special one, the one she came to meet.  Wow, can't you just see the pride swelling in his chest.

 V 14—Don't you want to be with me?  After all, I'm a good person.  I have paid my vows according to the law ("I go to church").  It cannot be sin, can it, if she has a good heart?

 V 18—Notice how she doesn't say, "Let's go fornicate."  Instead, it's "Let's take our fill of love until morning."  Calling evil good and good evil is a hallmark of the depraved sinner (Isa 5:20).

 V 19,20—And now she takes away the fear:  no one will catch us.  My husband is gone.  The word husband should have stopped him in his tracks, but by this time nothing will phase him.  He is marching headlong to his destruction.

 If this list won't stop him, maybe his pride will.  The Proverb writer calls him simple, naïve, lacking sense, take your pick of the translations of verse 7.  He is [dumb] as an ox led to the slaughter, v 22.  There is nothing special about him at all; he is simply one of many "countless" young men caught in her trap, vv 23,26.

 Most of these are not limited to this particular sin.  We can easily fall prey to many others through the same "devices"—flattery, being special or accepted, being able to hide (we think) what we are doing.  We need to study this chapter of Proverbs far more often than we do, and apply it far more often as well.  I don't believe I have ever heard it preached, and that may well be why so many of us are ignorant of these few of Satan's devices.

Put on the full armor of God so that you can stand against the tactics of the DevilEph6:11.

Dene Ward

Today's post is by guest writer Keith Ward.

I charge you in the sight of God, and of Christ Jesus, who shall judge the living and the dead, and by his appearing and his kingdom: preach the word; be urgent in season, out of season; REPROVE, REBUKE, EXHORT, with all longsuffering and teaching. For the time will come when they will not endure the sound doctrine; but, having itching ears, will heap to themselves teachers after their own desires;  and will turn away their ears from the truth, and turn aside unto fables. But be sober in all things, suffer hardship, do the work of an evangelist, fulfil your ministry (2 Tim 4:1-5).

I have not heard these verses in a sermon in years, decades maybe. So, for those deprived of this vital teaching: "Reprove" means correct, it is impossible to correct anyone about anything without telling them they are wrong; "rebuke" means to forcefully set him straight when he refuses to correct the sinful behavior; "exhort" means to encourage and can and should be done at every stage of the process as well as between corrections. It says much about how far "we are drifting" that I cannot recall when they were last used in a sermon. "Be urgent" demands that we add immediacy to the mix. These are not things to mull over for weeks or months. Someone's soul is at stake! Do not be calm, do not wait hours or days to think up the best way. Those methods might work when helping someone improve their prayer life or scripture reading, et al. They are sinful when correction is needed regarding a breach of sound doctrine.

The greater danger comes when needed correction is not given and people become entrenched in their "own desires" to have teachers who "prophesy not unto us right things, speak unto us smooth things." Often leaders care more for smooth relationships than the ugly destiny of the person they are so afraid of offending that they do not reprove them. It speaks much that the only reproof I know of from any church/spiritual leaders is of me for "doing it the wrong way." They admit that it needed doing. Many will even admit that for many sinners, there is no "right way." They always weasel out of any such unpleasantness. I admit that it could have probably been done better. But, it the final analysis, at least I got it done. Finally, most often I have given the method much thought and done my best.

"The time will come."  Such times always come. Members become more affluent, more educated, more tolerant as is demanded by society. No one likes unrest and trouble. So the elders' chief duty is to keep things smooth, no upsets, no fusses. The preacher is careful to phrase his messages in ways that tell the truth but no one becomes offended. The members are satisfied that all is well with their sousl and destiny since their toes have not been stepped on.

J.D. Tant often closed his reports to the Gospel Advocate with, "Brethren, we are drifting." If any of the above even remotely describes your church, you have drifted out of sight of the land of sound doctrine.

They have healed also the hurt of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace (Jer 6:14).

Keith Ward

As for me, I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved.” Psalm 30:6.

 Several scholars believe Psalm 30 concerns the time David numbered the people of Israel and God punished them with a pestilence.  Before we get any further, let me caution you to read this in the 1 Chronicles 21 account and not just 2 Samuel 24.  You will get a much better portrait of David in Chronicles, one much more fitting a “man after God’s own heart.”

 But no matter when in David’s life this psalm was written, he tells us in verse 6 exactly what caused his problem.  In his prosperity he relied too much on himself.  Oh, he recognizes that his wealth and security came from God, v 7a, but he was so smug about it that God “hid His face.”  It was “my mountain,” not God’s, and if this is the time of the numbering, he was so full of himself that he sent Joab around not to take a full census, but to count “those who can wield a sword.”  He wanted to know how strong he was now that his foes were destroyed and his land was at peace, even though God told the people not to worry about such things, but to trust Him.  Even a man such as Joab knew that this numbering was not a good idea. 

 Here is what we as Americans steadfastly refuse to see, even Christians:  there is no temptation so great as prosperity.  Not just wealth, but security and peace along with it.  The scriptures are full of the warnings, but we heed them not.  What do we all want?  To get ahead.  What do we spend our lives doing?  Making money.  What do we dream about?  Being rich. 

 But hear this:  the New Testament does not speak of wealth in any way but as dangerous to our spiritual health. 

   Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth…For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.  Matt 6:19,21.

 As for what was sown among thorns, this is the one who hears the word, but the cares of the world and the deceitfulness of riches choke the word, and it proves unfruitful, Matt 13:22.

 Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of God, Matt 19:24.

 And he said to them, “Take care, and be on your guard against all covetousness, for one's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions, Luke 12:15.

 But those who desire to be rich fall into temptation, into a snare, into many senseless and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction. For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evils. It is through this craving that some have wandered away from the faith and pierced themselves with many pangs, 1 Tim 6:9,10.

 Why do we insist on standing in the rattlesnake’s nest?  I understand wanting your children to have more and better than you did, but I do not want their souls at risk, and from everything I see and read in the Book that really matters, that is what wealth will do to them.  If David can fall because of it, so can you and so can I and so can they.  Any time you feel secure in your wealth, in your preparations for the future or for “unforeseen circumstances,” be careful.  God may very well send you a reminder that you cannot count on anyone but Him, just as He did to David.  It may be the most painful reminder you ever get.

​​Do not toil to acquire wealth; be discerning enough to desist. When your eyes light on it, it is gone, for suddenly it sprouts wings, flying like an eagle toward heaven, Prov 23:4,5.

Dene Ward

 Based upon my experience of the past 7 decades, this book is sorely needed.  Not only has a generation arisen that does not know their Bible like they should, they do not know God like they should, and that knowledge should mean a recognition of His authority and the fact that He expects us to honor that authority.  We have a group that wants to ridicule Nadab and Abihu and gopher wood along with Naaman and his seven dips into the Jordan.  Meanwhile, they live by someone's authority every day and think nothing of it.  They drive on highways by the authority of the state that issued them a driver's license, and obey laws they don't agree with just to stay out of jail or not pay a fine or whatever else that "authority" tells them they must do.  In their own hypocritical way they spout, "No one can tell me what to do," and then do what they are told to do every day of their lives. 

 If anyone has authority in our lives it is our Creator.  This book helps us see in a logical way how to please God in terms we have heard before, and explains them with scripture after scripture, step by step.  The first half of the book contains 13 lessons and accompanying questions which is suitable for high school, college, or adult class—perhaps a new converts class as well.  The last half includes 11 essays on relative topics like instrumental music, institutionalism, names of the church, and creeds, among others.

 Doy Moyer has always been a deep and clear thinker.  I think you will find this book more of the same.

 Mind Your King is printed by Moyer Press.

Dene Ward

When we kept our grandsons last spring, twenty-month-old Judah usually climbed into my lap every evening as we sat at the table for a final cup of coffee.  It took me a minute the first time his little hand reached out in the air, but finally I realized he was trying to catch the steam wafting over my mug, and was completely mystified when it disappeared between his chubby little fingers.
  A lot of people spend their lives trying to catch the steam, vapors that seem solid but disintegrate in their grasping hands.  They do it in all sorts of ways, and all of them are useless. 
  Do they really think they can stop time?  Over 11,000,000 surgical and nonsurgical cosmetic procedures were performed in this country in 2013, and we aren’t talking medically necessary procedures.  The top five were liposuctions, breast augmentations, eyelid surgeries, tummy tucks, and nose surgeries.*
  Then there are the folks chasing wealth and security.  Didn’t the recent Great Recession, as it is now called, teach them anything?  Others are striving to make a name for themselves.  These are usually the same folks who tell Christians how pathetic we are to believe that some Higher Power would ever notice we even exist on this puny blue dot in the universe.  Yet there they all go looking for fame, fortune, notoriety, beauty, or even their version of eternal life.  All of it is nothing more than a dream.  It will disappear, if not in a natural disaster or an economic meltdown, then the day they die—and they will die no matter how hard they try not to.  They are the ones grasping at dreams which are only a vapor that disappears in a flash.
  Our dream isn’t a dream at all.  It is a hope, which in the Biblical sense means it is all but realized.  Sin and death have been conquered by a force we can only try to comprehend, by a love we can never repay, and by a will we can but do our best to imitate.  Yet there it is, not a wisp of white floating over a warm porcelain mug, but a solid foundation upon which we base our faith.  Heb 6:19 calls it “an anchor.”  Have you ever seen a real anchor?  If there is anything the opposite of a wisp of steam, that’s it—solid and strong, able to hold us steady in the worst winds of life.  Tell me how a pert nose and a full bank account can do that!
   The world thinks it knows what is real while we sit like a toddler grasping at steam.  When eternity comes, they will finally see that they are wrong.  Spiritual things are the only things that last, the only real things at all.

So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal, 2 Cor 4:6-8.

*Information from the American Society for Aesthetic Plastic Surgery

“I begin by contending that our *lack* of suffering is, in part, due to a *lack of nerve* on the part of the church to challenge our contemporary world with the message of the cross and to live according to the teachings of Jesus with uncompromising rigor. … [T]he contrast between the Christian community’s belief in the gospel as well as its commitment to holy living and our culture’s unbelief in the gospel and its permissiveness *ought to generate more sparks* than it does. I contend that one of the reasons there are so few sparks is because the fires of commitment and unswerving confession of the truth of the gospel are too frequently set on low flame, as if the church grows best if it only simmers rather than boils.” 

(S. McKnight, 1 Peter, 74–75, emphasis in original) 

via Nathan Ward.

 On January 23. 1874, Prince Alfred, the son of Queen Victoria, married Marie Alexandrovna, the daughter of Tsar Alexander II of Russia.  The marriage is pictured as a political one, an attempt to calm relations between Great Britain and Russia after the Crimean War, even though the couple had met when she was 15 and fell in love immediately.  Unfortunately, the couple's own developing friction between themselves began to undo those initial feelings and kept much from being accomplished politically.  The continued tensions in Asia and other realms, didn't help much either.  If ever there was an example it's this—what began as a passionate love affair ended with a philandering, and possibly polygamous, husband, and a princess-wife who was a spoiled Daddy's girl" who had absolutely no one in her new family or country who liked her  They stopped trying to please each other and spent their time pleasing themselves.  Even ropes of precious jewels, royal title after royal title, and crowns in her carefully done hair did not give this lonely woman a happy life.  Her oldest son eventually committed suicide and her unfaithful husband died one month after a diagnosis of throat cancer.

 But the rest of the world got something pretty nice from this affair.  For the wedding, two bakers, James Peek and George Hender Frean created the Marie biscuit in her honor.  "Biscuit" in England is what we Americans call a cookie.  (Our "biscuit" is what they call a "scone," simplistically speaking.)  This particular "biscuit" is lightly sweetened and crisp and became an instant hit.  They are still eaten today, even in other countries than England.  Spain has its own special version called Maria cookies.  We have friends from Zimbabwe who have them at tea most afternoons.  If you care to look, you will find recipes all over the internet. So this couple did not leave much of a dent in history, but their cookie did.  It might be a small legacy, but it is keeping their names alive, especially hers.

 What kind of a legacy are you leaving?  Will people still talk about you after you are gone?  I am old enough to have lost quite a few friends to death.  They certainly live on in my memory, but they also live on in the memory of others.  In our women's class we still talk about a widow who spent her last years putting things in order in the meetinghouse every Monday and Thursday.  Lesson plans and bulletin boards were carefully filed, and new letters for those same boards cut out when old ones had finally become too soft and raggedy to use again.  Even a couple of years after her death, we were finding notes she had left on walls and in the storage room about where to put what and how to use those letters without sticking holes in them with tacks!  Another good sister's name always came up when we were coordinating meal lists for the sick and bereaved.  We missed the dishes she always brought, and that made us stand and talk about our favorites of hers for a few more minutes.

 After both of my parents died, people came up to me again and again as we traveled, or sent me notes or emails when they heard the news, telling me about the wonderful things they had done.  I had grown up watching them serve, of course, but I never heard about the things they did in later years after the money crunch eased up some.  They bought pews and hymnals for small churches.  They would walk up to a preacher who had minimal support that he could lose with hardly any notice, and hand him a check "for something special."  They were the first to donate when a need arose.  And when my Daddy was dying, a hospice worker came to check on him one day, commenting on the big shop fan he had in his garage.  "Wish I had one of those," she said.  "Our air conditioner is out."  When she left that day, he insisted she take the fan.

 My mother passed 8 years after he did.  When I was writing her obituary, it suddenly dawned on me that every one of her children, grandchildren, and their spouses were all faithful Christians.  If ever there was a legacy that speaks on for years afterward, it's that one.

 So what are you leaving behind you?  It doesn't matter that you are still young.  When do you think my parents started working on their legacy?  It certainly wasn't a last minute chore.  Those legacies took years to create, and those years pass far more quickly than you will ever believe—until it happens to you.

 If my children and grandchildren remember my cookies, that's fine but I hope they remember the love that baked them.  And I certainly hope you and I both have a far better legacy to leave the world than a tea biscuit.

“Only be on your guard and diligently watch yourselves, so that you don’t forget the things your eyes have seen and so that they don’t slip from your mind as long as you live. Teach them to your children and your grandchildren.Deut4:9

Dene Ward

We quit buying newspapers when the Sunday insert no longer carried enough coupons to more than pay for it.  However, I remember that occasionally an article would grab my interest.  The business page one week sounded like something you might read in a church bulletin—or at least hear from the pulpit or a Bible class lectern. Notice:

 “A start [to reduce our stress] is to mitigate the desire to acquire.  Folks with a high net worth are frequently coupon clippers and sale shoppers who resist the urge to splurge…Many times the difference between true wealth and ‘advertised’ wealth is that those with true wealth are smart enough not to succumb to the lure of what it can buy.”  Margaret McDowell, “Lieutenant Dan, George Bailey, and Picasso,” Gainesville Sun, 12-14-14.

 When I turned the page I found this:  “Dress appropriately [for the office party].  Ladies…Lots of skin and lots of leg is inappropriate…Keep it classy.” Eva Del Rio, “Company Holiday Party Do’s and Don’ts for Millennials,” Gainesville Sun, 12/14/14.

 Jesus once told a parable we call “The Unrighteous Steward.”  In it, he took the actions of a devious man and applauded his wisdom.  He ended it with this statement:  For the sons of this world are for their generation, wiser than the sons of the light, Matt 16:8.  Jesus never meant that the man’s actions were approved.  What he meant was he wished his followers had as much common sense as people who don’t even care about spiritual things.

 We still fall for Satan’s traps in our finances, believing that just a little more money will solve all of our problems.  We still listen to him when he says that our dress is our business and no one else’s.  It isn’t just short-sighted to think that accumulating things will make us happy—even experts in that field will tell you it’s not “smart.”  It isn’t just a daring statement of individuality to wear provocative clothing, it’s cheap and “classless.”

 If we used our brains a little more, there would be less arguing about what is right and what is wrong.  We could figure it out with a lot of soul-searching and a little common sense. 

 Why is it that I regularly overspend?  Because I am looking for love and acceptance from the world?  Because I trust a portfolio in the hand instead of a God in the burning bush?  Because I have absolutely no self-control? 

 Why do I insist on wearing clothing that is the opposite of good taste and decorum?  Because I do not care about my brothers’ souls?  Because I do care about the wrong people’s opinions?  Because I am loud and brash and think meekness is a sign of weakness instead of strength?  Or maybe it isn’t any of these bad motives—maybe it’s just a lack of wisdom.  Is there any wonder that the book of Proverbs is included for us, and that so many times it labels people with no wisdom “fools?”

 Not just wealth and dress, but practically everything we struggle with could be overcome by being as wise as at least some of the “children of this world.”  Isn’t it sad that they so often outdo us in good old common sense?

Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is, Eph 5:15-17.

Dene Ward