We are on the eve of the most evil days on our calendar. Sadly, most who read this will think I'm going a bit overboard. I'm not … I promise you!
This past Sunday, I had the privilege of presenting a sermon I entitled, Deliver Us From Evil, based on the phrase from the Lord's Prayer. It has occurred to me that most of us pray amiss when we pray those words, especially if we willingly participate in the evils of things such as Halloween. Yes … I said evil.
It is understandable that the "world" celebrates this day since they have no relationship with the Holy One of Israel. But, it is NOT understandable that Christians celebrate Halloween … not in any shape, form, or fashion. I found a quote that sums up what I'm trying to say and really puts the controversy into perspective: "For a Christian to celebrate Halloween is as bizarre as a Holocaust survivor celebrating Hitler's birthday." Stop a moment and re-read that. There's no difference.
Jesus shed His most precious, pure, spotless, and holy blood so we can be FREE from evil, FREE from the penalty of sin and death, FREE from the chains that bind us to the grave. Yet, so many in the Body of Christ willingly celebrate the "lord of death" every October.
Halloween isn't a cute, innocent excuse to have a party. It's not even a fun time to do something strange by dressing up and parading around the neighborhood with a bag expecting strangers to fill it up with candy. And, anyone who thinks so is blinded by the father of lies himself.
If you're a parent or grandparent, please … don't allow your children or grandchildren to participate in the "high holy day" of the occult world. Don't allow them to partner together with the archenemy of God and call it cute or innocent. Any celebration on this day is falling into the trap of the enemy—he lures us by making it fun and all about the kids.
I have put together what I've called an 'INTELLIGENCE BRIEFING' about the origin and the dangers of Halloween. Please feel free to download the .pdf file, share it with others, pass it around to friends and family. Then, please … pray protection over your children and your grandchildren. Pray for their minds and hearts and souls to be protected from seeds of evil and lies and deception from taking root and growing in them. Take some time and do some research … become informed and stop allowing the enemy's tactics prevail.
Paul gives us the answer to the bombardments of evil being shot at us as firey darts by the enemy of our souls. Ephesians 6 gives us clear explanation about how to fight against the spiritual forces of darkness ruling this world. But the Armor of God is absolutely no good to us unless we put it on and use it. The 'INTELLIGENCE BRIEFING' covers this as well.
I pray this year, the eyes of many will be opened and the malicious deception of the enemy will be exposed. I pray that you, a blood-bought Christian, won't become another one of the multitudes of people who contribute over $2.4 Billion to the Halloween profiteers. The only two more popular reasons for partying on our calendar are New Years Eve and the Super Bowl.
Take a stand … make a determination in your heart and say with me, "I Won't Compromise!"
I know when I first became a blogger on this site, I said that I would talk about the challenges of a marriage that had hit the wall. My purpose was to encourage other women who may be going through the same challenges, and to give them hope.
What I have found, however, is that some of the things we are experiencing are so deeply personal, that it's hard to share them without opening up a door into our relationship that really is not for anyone to see beyond except us.
But I will try to share something that happened a few nights ago, without filling in all the blanks, because God really did some amazing stuff.
Two months ago, due to certain events, I decided that I was done with the marriage. Finished. After spending a week with my younger daughter at our cabin in the woods (my older daughter was at a Christian camp), and being sick to my stomach the entire time as I prayed about what to do, I came back to inform my husband that I was moving out.
That conversation went on for four hours. My husband and I had never talked like that at any time during our 22 years of marriage. It wasn't pretty--it was actually very painful. Still, when we were through, I wasn't so sure I was moving out. This is not to say that he asked me to stay. Both of us were sitting on the fence, wildly uncomfortable in our present position--even feeling trapped--yet afraid of following through with divorce. We knew the carnage that would follow.
Over the next month or so, I prayed and prayed and prayed. Eventually God's voice came through to me. He told me that I had been "talking the talk" all my life. Now I needed to "walk the walk." It's easy to say that with God, all things are possible. But did I really believe it? Did I believe that He is who He says He is? That He can do what He says He can do? Even with MY marriage?
With some reluctance, I climbed down off the fence. I had this sense that God expected me to be the one to do it--to believe Him and take a stand for the marriage, because I am the "Jesus freak" of the house. My husband calls me a zealot. (It could be worse, you know?) My oldest daughter says that I turn everything (conversations, yada yada) into a "God thing." (Don't be fooled--my oldest daughter is showing signs of Jesus freakness, too, but she doesn't realize it. When viewing the big ghost hanging from our neighbors' tree, she said something like, "Goodness, why invite Satan in?") God led me to step up to the plate and take a stand.
I decided that I was not leaving. Not ever. I was going to believe God; believe that He could resurrect a dead marriage. Period. When I did that, two things happened. First, I knew that the devil was furious. I mean furious. I won't tell you about some of the weird stuff that happened around our house. Secondly, I learned that when God calls you to the plate, He doesn't leave you standing there without the right equipment. He began to teach me how to love my husband in a way that I never have.
He has given me a servant heart for my husband that was never there before. He has taken every ounce of fight out of me. He has given me a new humility that my husband doesn't quite know what to do with. For the first time in my life, I am now learning what REAL love is--unconditional, expecting nothing in return.
But let me also make it clear that this new behavior of mine is not "mine." It is the Holy Spirit working through me. I am really not all that wonderful. I know that it is the Holy Spirit, because it has been two months since I climbed off the fence, and if I was still trying to do this in my own power, I would have had 18 knee-jerk reactions by now, several tirades before God, and three or four in-your-face confrontations with my husband. And incidentally, that was life before I stepped up to the plate--before God honored my faith, and equipped me.
Now, about the other night. My husband told me he wanted to talk to me. We sat behind closed doors and he told me about how he was feeling. Without divulging what he said, suffice it to say that he is still on the fence and very uncomfortable.
But you know what? A miracle actually occurred, because the words he said to me should have knocked me flat. They weren't mean-spirited, but they were honest. Maybe some of the most honest things he has ever said to me. And that is a very good thing--that he can feel safe enough to say such things. But they were the last thing I wanted to hear. Strangely though, as I listened to him, I felt no pain. God held my heart in His warm hands, and I was really OK. I was actually astounded that I was OK.
I told him that I was going to stay in the marriage, and I was going to love him, no matter what. He wasn't quite sure what to do with that information, or me.
Afterward, I went out for a walk like I often do. It was 9:30 p.m., but I have my faithful Jessie dog (who sleeps beside me as I write), and my God, and both enable me to walk comfortably in the dark in our neighborhood. As soon as I got past our driveway, this amazing, unearthly joy took hold of me. I can't describe it. All I could do was smile. But I knew first of all, that God had been there in the midst of that conversation, and that He had used me, and that He had held me and kept my heart safe. And something told me that the joy was a precursor to what will come with time. All I could do throughout that 45-minute walk was praise God.
The next day, the Lord brought my dearest friends to "fill my cup" (unbeknownst to them). I called one friend, and two others just happened to call--which almost never happens. I was on the phone for a total of almost three hours that day (an all-time record because I am not a phone talker).
The day after that, I was at Bible study and chatting with a friend of mine who has been praying for our marriage, and who has been an encouragement. As she listened to the latest events, she told me, "Three years ago, my husband was you, and I was your husband. The same thing happened almost exactly. I gave my husband every reason to leave me. In fact, I tried to make him mad enough to leave me. But he refused to leave, and insisted on loving me. Then, one day, I woke up, and I wasn't angry anymore. I couldn't even summon up anger toward him. I went and apologized to him. And now, look at us."
Wow. When God calls us to the plate, He gives us the right equipment. And a wonderful team that supports us, and prays alongside of us.
We just have to be brave enough to get off the fence, and step up to the plate. Even if it looks like the odds are against us. Because God is for us. And that is all we need.
I was reading 1 Corinthians last night and was struck by the following verses:
“For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, and that he appeared to Peter, and then to the Twelve.” 1 Cor 15:3-5
Remember Peter? As one of Jesus’ disciples, he had listened to Jesus’ teachings and saw him perform many miracles. Peter had walked on water, witnessed the Transfiguration, and claimed he would follow Jesus to death. Yet when Jesus was captured and put on trial, Peter vehemently denied his relationship with him three times just as the Lord had predicted.
“Peter replied, "Man, I don't know what you're talking about!" Just as he was speaking, the rooster crowed. The Lord turned and looked straight at Peter. Then Peter remembered the word the Lord had spoken to him: "Before the rooster crows today, you will disown me three times." And he went outside and wept bitterly.” Luke 20:60-62
From there the Lord was crucified and Peter was left to his own thoughts. I can’t even imagine what Peter must have felt for those days following the crucifixion. At this point he looks like a complete failure. When the “going got tough”, Peter folded.
But look at what happened according to 1 Corinthians. The Lord appeared to Peter alone before appearing to the rest. We know that all of the disciples had scattered like sheep during Jesus’ capture, but it was Peter who openly denied the Lord and was confronted with his own failure by the rooster’s crow (and Jesus’ gaze). If anyone needed face-time with the Risen Lord, it surely was Peter. And that is what he got.
We don’t know what the Jesus said to Peter when he appeared to him, but we know that Peter went from cowardly denier to bold proclaimer. In the second chapter of Acts it is Peter that addresses the crowd with the truth of Jesus’ crucifixion and converts 3000 to “the way”. Peter’s failure was no obstacle to God.
And so it is for us. We have a Savior who is willing to meet with us personally, even when we have failed him. He can lift us back up and continue to use us despite our failures. How lucky we are to serve such a loving and merciful Lord!
This is going to be a quick entry, but I just had to tell you how God is working in my life.
Recently, my husband has put us on a tighter financial rein, both because we felt we weren't saving as much as we'd like, and because we were not being as responsible with our money as we should. Although this was his decision and not mine, I have been trying to abide by it. Since I'm the one who has paid the bills for many, many years, I was pretty stressed when I saw how much he chose to carve out of our budget.
I went to God and asked Him, as I have in the past, to be Lord of our finances. Interestingly, last month, I opened two bills (on the same day, no less), and found that I had significantly large credits on each. I had a $152.92 credit on one bill, and a $385.36 credit on our electric/gas bill! I have no idea where those credits came from. I don't know if I overpaid, and I haven't gone back to check.
Fast-forward to September 26 when I began my freefall into free lance writing--my ministry for the Lord. I knew I was putting even more stress on the budget, but I went again to the Lord and asked Him to provide. Only yesterday, while I was in prayer, I told the Lord that I was feeling frustrated, because even though I've been sending out lots of articles and queries to various Christian mags, I've heard nothing back. In this case, no news is good news, but still, no news means no pay. I told the Lord that I knew I shouldn't be worrying about money, but sometimes it's hard not to.
Then today, I opened up this month's electric/gas bill, and I still have some of the credit left over...I'd forgotten about last month's large credit. I still had $221.95 of credit sitting there, so this month we have another "free" electric/gas bill--and still with some money left over to apply to next month.
The point is, God always provides, and he ALWAYS provides in ways that we would not expect. No, I haven't gotten another check for my writing in the mail--yet--but I received something even more wonderful. I was given clear-cut evidence that my amazing Heavenly Father is taking care of us. That He hears my prayers. And that I should keep on falling...into this ministry...and having ruthless trust.
I just love being His child, because God is just a kick...don't you think?
There are days when I close my eyes and try to imagine what it was like when God first commanded Israel to commemorate and keep the feasts and holy days. I imagine the people who are suddenly reminded of the season by the blast of a trumpet, the ten days of awe, and the call to solemn assembly.
There was a time when I thought all those scriptures were meaningless to us as believers in Christ. These scriptures were never brought up in our church as I was growing up. Neither were they referenced by our Sunday school teachers , and there were very few (if any) references to the holy days or festivals of the Lord in Bible studies I attended. It was assumed, though not specifically articulated, that these were historical events with no meaning for us.
Leviticus 23:31 tells us, "This is to be a lasting ordinance for the generations to come, wherever you live." How wrong were my assumptions! I repented …
Today, the trumpet still blows calling us to solemn assembly. Although the High Priest has no temple in which to do service, there is no blood sacrifice to be offered on the altar, there is no atoning blood to sprinkle on the Mercy Seat, and there is no fire of God to consume the sacrifice, we can find profound revelation in the Atoning Sacrifice, Jesus Christ, Yeshua the Messiah.
There are set seasons in God's timeline; we see this referenced throughout the Word of God. God's times and seasons are perpetual … they never ceased. God's call to a season of repentance was not for a dispensation, but for all generations-"the generations to come". They were not for His people Israel only living in Israel, but for all generations wherever they live-"wherever you live" (ref Leviticus 23:31).
There is more than enough reason for us, as Christians, to heed the call to repentance and fasting, to enter into a season of solemn assembly, to honor God's times and seasons. We are truly living in the time of the harvest. The fields are ripe and ready, but the hearts of so many of God's people are far from ready simply because we, the Body of Christ, lack the attention to repentance.
True repentance includes Godly sorrow (ref 2 Corinthians 7:10). How often does the Church gather together to grieve over her own sins, to mourn the fact that we all miss God and fall so short of His glory (ref Romans 3:23)? Some way, down through history, we have forsaken God's call to seasonal and perpetual repentance (throughout all generations), somehow thinking we are blood-bought through Yeshua's incredible sacrifice and no longer need to set ourselves apart unto God for a season of mourning our sin.
The ancient Jews who feared God listened for the blast of the trumpet signaling a time of true repentance and fasting and seeking to right the wrongs in their lives. They feared God's judgment if they had unrepented sin in their lives. They used the Law-the Torah-as their plumb line and repented for the many ways they had failed God and their fellow man. It was a season of atoning for sins and wiping the slate clean for all sins committed against God in the past year, praying God would accept the sacrifice of the High Priest and the sprinkling of blood on the Mercy Seat and grant His people mercy rather than judgment.
We need the mercy of God now more than ever before. This nation has been reeling in natural disasters with increasing intensity for the past few years. Each time a disaster strikes we see a precursor to God's judgment being levied against all of mankind because humanity as a whole has strayed so far from Him. We need God's mercy!
So, let the trumpet be blown in Zion. Listen to the Spirit's call to solemn assembly, to join together with all the saints to repent on behalf of ourselves, our families, our communities, our churches, our States, our nation, and our world.
These are the days of Elijah, Declaring the Word of the Lord And these are the days of Your servant Moses, Righteousness being restored. And though these are days of great trial, Of famine and darkness and sword, Still, we are the voice in the desert crying 'Prepare ye the way of the Lord!'
Behold He comes riding on the clouds, Shining like the sun at the trumpet call; Lift your voice, it's the year of jubilee, And out of Zion's hill salvation comes.
These are the days of Ezekiel, The dry bones becoming as flesh; And these are the days of Your servant David, Rebuilding a temple of praise. These are the days of the harvest, The fields are as white in Your world, And we are the laborers in Your vineyard, Declaring the word of the Lord!
There's no God like Jehovah. There's no God like Jehovah!*
For those of you who read my last blog entry, titled, "U-turns Can Be Upturns if We Make Him Lord of Them," this is the sequel.
That wild, insane day was a Thursday, and on Friday, I made a big decision. I was sitting in my prayer chair that Friday morning, reflecting on the previous day, particularly the time spent in the classroom. I should have been working on Friday, too--I had committed to working at least two days a week, and Thursday was the first day I'd worked for the week. But a call to substitute had not come that morning, and I had silently thanked God for the time at home, but felt guilty I wasn't working.
So after I sat down for my favorite morning conversation with the Lord, He spoke to me about the previous day's events. "What are you doing there?" He said. "It's only causing you frustration and keeping you away from what you feel called to do. So why don't you just let go and trust me?"
I thought about my two friends who have done what I call a "free fall" and let go of their "normal" jobs and pursued their heart's call. One is my neighbor Kim, who lost her H.R. job about seven months ago within two weeks of her husband losing his job. After going through interview after interview for months, it occurred to her that God might have a different plan. As she thought about it, she realized that she loved to prepare food and feed people. That is what feeds her. So she decided to become a personal chef. She decided this even while her husband was still out of work. But when she did, she felt a huge weight drop off her shoulders, and a peace invade her heart. She knew she'd done the right thing, and she was living on trust.
That was a little over a month ago, and since then, her husband has secured a wonderful job, and Kim now has eight clients.
My friend Cheryl did something similar, but did it several months ago. She loves math, and after tutoring out of her home for a few years while maintaining a full-time computer job, she decided to leave her job and start an after-school computer-based math program for schools to help those kids who are struggling with the "new math." She's doing it with three other women, and they already have a handful of schools who have accepted the program.
So when I thought about "free falling" into my writing full-time, it wasn't such a terrifying leap from the plane. God had provided Cheryl and Kim's examples to give me encouragement, so on that Friday morning, Sept. 26, I decided to let go. I felt the same peace, and even a wonderful exhilaration.
It took me a week to find the courage, and the optimal time, to talk to my husband about it. He had been working the most ridiculous hours, literally coming home at 11:00 p.m. and later for nearly two weeks. He and his team were preparing for a huge presentation, so I rarely saw him.
When I did talk to him this last Friday, he was somewhat accepting. I talked about living on trust, and believing that God is calling me into a full-time writing ministry. After 22 years, my husband is used to my walking-by-faith lifestyle, although he hasn't always subscribed to it. So when my husband didn't overtly object, I took it as a "go" signal. I did do something a little chicken-ish--I told him that I'd like to "try" this for 3-4 months, to see how it goes, since we might have to supplement my previous small income with money from our savings. But I'm praying huge that the Lord will show him--my very pragmatic and concrete husband--that He will provide.
Still, this free fall also feels a lot like walking out on the water toward Jesus. Sorry to mix metaphors, but I feel like stepping out on the water was relatively easy, but now that I'm on the water, it's not so easy not to look down and wonder what the heck I'm doing here. It's one thing to become a personal chef and get clients. Once you get clients, you just keep preparing food. And once you get schools on board with your program, you just administer the program. But when you're a writer, and the checks aren't nearly as consistent, it can get a little scary. This is faith in the fast lane, because nearly every weekday, I get up and say, "OK, Lord, what am I writing about today, and for whom?" I have to keep walking on the water, and keeping my eyes on Him, because otherwise, I feel sure I'm going to sink.
I was in the Christian bookstore a few days ago, and my eyes fell on a book which God surely meant for me to buy. It's called "Ruthless Trust" by Brennan Manning. I have been devouring it. I was amazed that within the first chapter, it spoke to me about exactly what I've been feeling. "We often presume that trust will dispel the confusion, illuminate the darkness, vanquish the uncertainty, and redeem the times. But the crowd of witnesses in Hebrews 11 testifies that this is not the case....Against insurmountable obstacles and without a clue as to the outcome, the trusting heart says, 'Abba, I surrender my will and my life to you without any reservation and with boundless confidence, for you are my loving Father.'"
That's what I'm living right now. At times, it's a flat-out rush. At other times, like in the middle of the night, it's a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. That's what free falling feels like. But you know what? I want to see what God is going to do. I know I'll have a soft landing--but where? Where will I land? That's the fun part. I'll let you know.
In his book, Brennan Manning quoted Paul de Jaegher, The Virtue of Trust: "Trust is that rare and priceless treasure that wins us the affection of our heavenly Father. For him it has both charm and fascination. Among his countless children, whom he so greatly loves and whom he heaps with tenderness and favors, there are few indeed, who truly entrusting themselves to him, live as veritable children of God....Such souls truly delight and give immense pleasure to the heart of their heavenly Father. There is nothing he is not prepared to give them."
A few years ago PBS aired a show called Frontier House. The basic idea was to place three families out in Montana to live life as it would have been like in 1883 out on the frontier. At the end of the show, the families were judged by historical experts as to how well they had set up their homesteads to be able to survive through the winter. In 1883, if their homes weren’t sturdy and their provisions weren’t stockpiled, they wouldn’t live to see spring.
In the day of home heating and grocery stores, we don’t have to worry too much about surviving the winter. We rely on those amenities to keep us warm and fed. Unlike the frontiersman of 1883, we have tamed winter.
But we haven’t defeated winter. If we lost electrical power in this country, we would be exposed to the harshness of winter. Those amenities that we had relied on would no longer protect us and we would have to look for new ways to survive.
Never become too dependent on the material things of this world. In the blink of an eye, all of those things can be lost. The only thing that you can depend on no matter what is God.
The people on Frontier House were living a fictitious life. If they hadn’t succeeded well enough to make it through a Montana winter, it didn’t really matter – they were going back to their 21st century homes. But how we carve out our lives as Christians in this world does matter. Yes, we’ll ultimately return to our home in heaven. But like the people on the TV show, we will be judged on how well we do in the life God has placed us in for now.
Stockpile for yourself spiritual goods that will see you through the tough times and store up treasures in heaven. Study the Word, spend time with the Lord, and live for Him. Learn now to rely on Him completely. Don’t wait until you have no choice.