Bev’s Beatitudes: A Child’s Prayer

            It was time for bed and the little boy had brushed his teeth and put on his pajamas.  He settled into his comfy bed and looked up at his grandmother.  For as long as he could remember, when he stayed overnight at her house, she insisted that he say a night-time prayer at bedtime.

            “Why do I need to say a prayer, Nana?” he asked.

            “Because it’s a good way to end your day and let God know how thankful you are for all the gifts He gives to you” she said.  “It never hurts to ask Him to protect you through the night while you are sleeping.”

            The little boy thought for a minute and then asked her what she meant by gifts.  He had not received any special packages that day.

            Nana told him, “Every day brings special things to you, like a bright sunny day so you can play outside or ride your bike.  Or having a special friend visit who likes to play video games with you.  How about how happy our doggie was to see you today when she jumped up and licked your face?  That made you giggle.  Sometimes our most special gifts never come in a fancy box but are there around us every day.”

            His grandmother tucked the bed covers around him, and then made sure his motorcycle night light was turned on.  She knew he did not like to wake up in the night in the dark.

            “Nana, does God hear me when I pray?  How come when I ask him sometimes for things, I don’t get them?”  He had a puzzled look on his face.  He had asked God for a new action figure and was still waiting for God to give it to him.

            His grandmother chuckled softly.  “Sometimes God gives you what you need, not what you want.”

            The little boy shook his head and said he didn’t understand what she meant.  “I really need that action figure, Nana!”

            It is so hard to explain some things to a child to help them comprehend the difference between “need” and “want” when it comes to asking God for things.  Of course, after all the years she had lived, Nana knew how important it was to ask for simple needs – like health, love, comfort when sad – even sunny days filled with peace and laughter.

            “You know,” she told the little boy, “I think God just smiles when we ask for things like new toys, or a new car, and thinks to Himself that those are things we should buy for ourselves.  But I think it makes His heart happy and full of joy when we ask for His help to feel better, be happier, or have a good day.  Sometimes we have a hard time trying to do those things for ourselves.  We need Him to remind us those are special gifts that He wants to give to us.”

            The little boy lay quietly in his bed for a bit.  Nana thought that he had fallen asleep.  She tiptoed to the bedroom door and was ready to walk out when she heard his tiny voice saying, “Thank you, God, for my family and all of my friends.  Please keep us safe through the night.  And God, do you think you could help me find a way to earn some money so I can buy the action figure myself?  Amen.”

            Matthew 18: 1-7 asks the question, “Who is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven?”  Jesus answered by calling a child to come to Him and said, “I assure you that unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the Kingdom of heaven.  The greatest in the Kingdom of heaven is the one who humbles himself and becomes like this child.  And whoever welcomes in my name one such child as this, welcomes me.  If anyone should cause one of these little ones to lose his faith in me, it would be better for that person to have a large millstone tied around his neck and be drowned in the deep sea.”

            In verse 10 of Matthew 18, Jesus tells his disciples, “See that you don’t despise any of these little ones.  Their angels in heaven, I tell you, are always in the presence of my Father in heaven.”

            In Matthew 19: 13-15, we learn that people brought children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them and pray for them, but the disciples scolded the people.  Jesus said, “Let the children come to me and do not stop them, because the Kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”  He placed his hands on them and then went away.

            How wonderful to know that Jesus valued little children so very much.  They were never in His way and were loved so very much by Him.  Sometimes we tend to push children aside instead of realizing what a special joy they can bring to our lives and should be treasured for the gift that they are.  They stay little only such a short time but when they are young and curious, especially when it comes to learning about God, the questions they ask brings new opportunity for each of us to bear witness to them.  How can they learn if we don’t take the time to teach them what they need to know about their heavenly Father?

            Recent changes in the life of my youngest grandson has made him want to know more about God and why it is so important to worship Him.  He is in need of something to believe in, to count on, and someone to be there to listen whenever he needs to talk about how he is feeling.

  I, as his doting grandmother, taught him from an early age to say the night time prayer, “Now I lay me down to sleep….”.  We always finished by asking God to bless family and friends.  Sometimes he would say it all so quickly, that I would think it was not having quite the effect that I wanted it to mean to him.  But I now realize that those times laid a foundation for him that has become very important to him.  No matter where he is, he never fails to pray to God as he is going to bed, and has even begun to say prayers other times of the day when he is troubled about his life.

 What a blessing God is becoming in his young life, especially at a time when things have been so difficult for him.  He knows that I will always be there to guide him and help him build his faith for as long as I am able, and I am so grateful that he is in my life as well.  When I taught Sunday School, I was given the following, “A hundred years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove….but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child.  Thank you, God, for little children.

PRAY WITH ME:  Father, help us to remember how it felt to be a very young child of yours.  Let us find new joy in the presence of children and their innocence.  Help each of us to be patient with them and ready to answer any of their questions about why they are so important to You.  Let us help them grow in faith and be thankful that they are your children.  AMEN.

Birthing Day

The year was 1948 and that August 5th morning dawned bright and sunny, with a sticky humidity that made Delia want to remain in her cotton gown instead of putting on a summer top and shorts.  The gown was so much more comfortable on her ever- expanding belly.  She would soon deliver her first child.

pexels-photo-3585812It had been a long, hot summer on her father’s Kentucky tobacco farm.  Her pregnancy had made it even more difficult for her to cope with all the daily chores of farm life.  The garden had been producing enormous amounts of vegetables – tomatoes, green beans, corn, beets, peas, cucumbers, squash –  requiring the rigorous tasks of picking and then canning.  Her mother, Elizabeth, needed the help of her two daughters, Delia and Orene, to manage all the preservation of the garden so when winter arrived, there would be plenty of food to see them through the months ahead.

Delia (pronounced Deal-Yah) and her husband, Carl Hogan, had been living with her father and mother for several months.  Carl had not found steady work for some time and even though he was an experienced mechanic and handyman, jobs were scarce in Green County.  It was a farming community where manufacturing positions were not readily available.  Dee, as she liked to be called, and Carl had come to the farm to help her father, Charlie Russell, plant his tobacco and care for it until the fall harvest.  The money received from the sale of the tobacco was the farm’s main source of income and making sure the crop was not destroyed by tobacco worms was a big task.

Orene, the sister, came often to the farm to visit and brought her daughter, Patricia, with her.  Orene was married to a policeman and lived in a small city an hour from the farm.   She always came to help with the garden harvests and would stay several days.  The farm was a wonderful place to be, soothing and peaceful, a retreat from the bustle of life in the city.  When she and her daughter were not staying at the farm, many trips were made there on Sundays for her mother’s fried chicken dinners, along with sweet potato casserole and numerous fresh vegetables.  Her mother always made her special vanilla cake with brown sugar frosting for dessert.  Other family members would also be at these dinners for “Miss ‘Lizbeth” was well-known for her Southern cooking.

Despite the heat of the early morning, Dee put on clothes that allowed her to move as freely as possible.  She was not a large woman, slightly over five feet tall and weighing about one hundred pounds.  The extra weight of the baby she was carrying made it difficult for her but she was excited that soon she would be holding her child.  She was twenty-eight years old, older than most women who give birth to a first child.   Dee had not been in any hurry to get married but when she met the tall, blonde Irishman, her fate had been decided, and now a year later, they would be welcoming the beginning of their family.

Today Dee and her sister had planned to go to the strawberry beds on the back side of the farm.  Her father had reported that the bed was full of sweet, ripe, red berries, waiting to be picked and made into strawberry preserves.  Of course, there would also be lots of berries for shortcake as well.  Some of the berries would be canned for that purpose.  Just thinking about them, Dee could almost taste the delicious sweetness of the preserves on a freshly made biscuit.

The trip to the strawberry bed required walking across the main barnyard and then north along the lane running through the woods to the open field on the far edge of the farm.  They would pass by the spring-fed pond with water so cold, it would make lips turn blue.  The water was crystal clear, and on a hot day like this one, would have offered a refreshing swim, but not in Dee’s present condition.  She and Orene both thought about dipping their toes in the water for a spell but the berries were waiting.

The two of them continued walking, past what was called “The Slave Graveyard”.  Her father had told them about the place when they were young.  According to him, in previous times, many slaves had been buried in this spot.  It was assumed they had lived on this land until they each died, and then were buried here.  It was still possible to see the indentations of the unmarked graves.  Finally, Dee and her sister reached the large pasture where the strawberry beds had been placed.

Each parcel of land on the farm had a purpose.  Fields west of the main barn grew the money crop of tobacco.  It was necessary to keep close watch on the plants to prevent any kind of damage.  There was another barn, a short distance to the south of the fields, where the tobacco was stripped and hung to dry until ready to be taken to a warehouse where it would be graded and auctioned.   Surrounding fields on the south side included a pasture for horses and mules, and an apple orchard with a large pond for fishing.  West of the farmhouse, behind the woodshed and smokehouse, lay the huge garden plot on which the family depended, and nearby was the well house.   A large pasture for the Black Angus cattle raised by the uncle of Dee’s father lay on the north side of the house.  On the east side was the front yard where games of croquet were played, bordered on the north by pine trees that roosted the guinea hens who cackled loudly.

Every field was designated for something, including the one that held the strawberries.  The plants needed room to send out runners, which form new plants.  Dee’s father was able to increase the beds by planting the new plants in another row.  The same pasture held the tobacco base where young seedlings were raised until ready to be planted in the main field.  Dee and her sister had walked these fields for a long time and knew every inch by heart, the same as their father.

The two sisters began the task of picking the berries.  It was not easy for Dee to bend over to reach the fruit so she sat on the ground and scooted along.  Bending over again and again would have caused her back to scream in pain.  At last all the berries were cradled in large baskets, and they needed to start the walk back to the house.  Dee was feeling uncomfortable and thought perhaps the heat was affecting her.  She told Orene that maybe they could take a short cut around the east edge of the spring pond and cut across the pasture where the cows were grazing.  It meant walking down a large hill into a low area and then up a hill to the fence bordering the northern edge of the yard.  The path might not be as easy as walking the lane they had taken but it would take less time.

With the delicious smell of berries in the baskets, they started on the shorter way to the house.  They reached the pasture where the cows were munching contentedly on summer grass.  They went down the hill and into the flat area, across its short distance, and started up the remaining hill by the house.

They were still several feet from the wooden sty built to cross over the fence when Dee realized that the black Angus bull was heading in their direction, and he was not walking!  Both sisters began running with their baskets, toward the sty, trying not to lose the berries.  Dee knew they would not make it before the big bull reached them.  They had angered him by coming in his territory, and he was mad.  Just when they both thought they were going to be trampled by him, their father appeared with a shovel and whacked the bull over the head with it.

The two sisters scrambled over the sty, leaving their baskets on the ground next to it.  Dee had a difficult time hoisting herself over the top and once over, collapsed in a heap.  Her father handed her sister the baskets of berries and then climbed over the sty.  The bull had gone back down the hill to his herd of ladies as though getting whacked by a shovel was a common occurrence.

It was not long after that harrowing adventure that Dee realized she was in labor.  Her mother rang for the doctor to come and made her comfortable in the large bedroom by the front porch.  Carl and her father paced the porch, looking in the window to see if she was okay.  The doctor arrived and assured everyone that Dee was doing fine.  Late afternoon on that hot August day, in a Black Gnat Kentucky farmhouse, she gave birth to a beautiful little girl with brown hair and green eyes, and a surprising birthmark on her inner right thigh – a cluster of red berries!

Bev Hogan Newbold

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bev’s Beatitudes: Here Kitty, Kitty!

by Beverly Newbold

cat

A few years ago, my neighbor received a large orange cat from a friend who thought the cat would be a good companion for him.  Unfortunately, the friend did not take into consideration that a cranky black and white dog named Connie lived with him, and thought cats were doggie treats!

Try as my neighbor might to win over the cat, the feline who looked like the star of the cat food commercials refused to stay at his house.  Every morning, the cat would be laying on my deck, sunning himself and acting as though he belonged there.

If you have ever had a cat of your own, you know that cats have a very fickle nature and usually choose to have one owner.  It appeared that the cat had chosen me, but I could never pet him!  When I tried, he would move to another area on the deck.

My neighbor complained that the cat was always at my house and said I must be feeding him, which I denied.  My neighbor said, “Well it looks like you’ve got a new buddy!”, and that became the cat’s name.

Eventually I won Buddy over and he moved indoors with me.  No one else could pet him.  He tripped over his four legs just getting away from someone’s outstretched hand.

Buddy and I spend a lot of time together, and every night he curls up on the bed at my feet.  Each morning I feed him and let him outside.  He never goes too far.  He likes to come inside in the afternoon for a nice, long nap.  Later he will eat his supper and beg to go back outside for a bit.  As the day is fading, Buddy is waiting to come back inside to go to bed.  His routine does not change much unless there is a thunderstorm and lightning, or fireworks!  Then he hides under the bed and refuses to come out.  Maybe Boomer would have been a good name for him!

A week ago, Buddy went outside after his breakfast and he never came back – not for his afternoon nap, his supper, bedtime.  At first I thought he was just roaming more than usual but then, people around us started setting off fireworks.  That should have brought him home in a flash.  No Buddy!

The next morning and all that day, I searched for him.  Bedtime came and I was quite worried about him.  It was unlike him to be gone so many hours.  The next morning arrived and Buddy had still not returned.  I was certain something had happened to him.  Maybe a critter out back had tested him and he had lost the battle.

I looked around for him, calling his name over and over.  Finally I gave up and decided that a little prayer might be helpful.  So I asked God to help Buddy find his way home if he could.  A short time later, I glanced out the patio door, and there stood Buddy, looking quite bedraggled and limping on his left front leg.  But he was home!

I gathered Buddy up in my arms and hugged him, and told him how much I loved him while he meowed back at me letting me know he was glad to be home. And I thanked God for listening.

Jesus tells a story of a man who owned one hundred sheep and one of them became lost.  The man left his flock to go out and search for that one sheep.  When he found it, he rejoiced and celebrated.  Jesus wants us to know one lost soul found is a joy to celebrate.  We are all like the lost sheep if we do not know the Lord who loves us so, and wants us to find our way home to Him.  When we are lost, we wander aimlessly and without direction.  Only God can show us the true way home.

PRAY WITH ME:

Lord, when I am lost and struggling, help me remember that You are with me, waiting with outstretched arms to welcome me home.  I can always find my way when I put my faith and trust in You, and Your loving Son, Jesus.  AMEN.

Bev Newbold

Bev’s Beatitudes: Lessons from Rocky Raccoon

Lessons from Rocky Raccoon

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Rocky Raccoon and Communion?

There is a raccoon hiding in a hollowed-out opening in the big maple tree by my deck.  The maple has been there for about seventy-five years and is slowly losing its branches.  I know that it is going to have to be taken down before too much longer as it is a danger to the roof of the house.  But right now, on this very windy day, it is extending a welcoming shelter to the raccoon.

I tossed a piece of stale bread into the opening to the raccoon.  It stared back at me with frightened eyes before bowing its head to eat the bread.

I am reminded of the communion we have with one another.  Sharing bread and a cup of juice connects us in one body together with our Lord, Jesus Christ.  Like the maple tree, Christ shelters us from the winds that blow us off course sometimes.  He brings us back into His Grace when we seek His forgiveness and remember why He sacrificed His body and blood for us.

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Such a simple act, eating the bread and drinking from the cup, for such an enormous gift that is given to each of us!

Rocky Moves on and We Need to Move on with God

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Today I checked the maple tree by the deck to see how my little friend, Rocky Raccoon (that’s what I named him), was doing.  Alas, he has moved on to another safe haven.  Something in his nature must have encouraged him to make that change.

Each of us at one time or another finds it necessary to make changes in the way we live our lives.  Like Rocky, we cannot hide away in “a hole in a tree” indefinitely.  God expects us to think more of doing for others than isolating ourselves in a cozy and comfortable place where we feel safe.

We have His work to do.  We must venture forth in order to care for the needs of others.  What purpose have we served if it is to serve only for our own needs?

Jesus spent his ministry roaming from place to place, spreading the word of God to as many people as possible.  He did not know each day where He might find nourishment or a place of rest.  Yet He did not cease his journeys to teach others about God’s love and salvation.

We must also do the same.  Sharing the word of God with the world around us is the task that God has given to us.  There is no satisfaction in keeping it to ourselves.  Like Jesus, let each of us be willing to freely share the Good News of our love for the Father and His Son.

PRAY WITH ME:

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Lord, You have always shown us Your love in the many things You have done for us.  In these times that are so difficult right now, help us to continue to search for ways to let others know that You are there for Your children.  It is a blessing to enlighten others with Your word and Your love.   AMEN.

Bev Newbold

Bev’s Beatitudes: Attitudes of Gratitude

Attitudes of Gratitude

How many times have you heard someone say…”I’ve worked hard all my life to have everything that I have”?  We sometimes see ourselves as our source of strength, our happiness and prosperity, thinking that we are what we are, or have what we have, solely because of what we have done.  We can be negligent in giving credit to God for what He bestows on us, or allows us to accomplish.  We forget that we receive blessings because God wants us to bless us with things that we desire because we have served Him faithfully.

I read these words somewhere, which were referring to life in the Garden of Eden:  “The beginning of man’s rebellion against God was, and is, the lack of a thankful heart”.

Psalm 100 tells us to thank the Lord for who He is and what He has done.  Make a joyful noise unto the Lord.  In other words, get enthused about God and all of the blessings He brings to your life.  Rejoice, sing praises, clang cymbals and gongs, shout to the Heavens His Holy Name, and do these things without reservation.

Picture this…..a stadium filled with excited, roaring, motivated football fans, yelling and screaming for their teams, their enthusiasm overflowing from the bleachers.  Why is it so easy to visualize this scenario and think it appropriate, but find we cannot show the same excitement to others when we talk about God and His love for us?  Would we even dare to be like that crowd in the stadium in our church sanctuary?  Probably not, because we might feel it would be irreverent, not respectful worship, certainly not part of our traditional Presbyterian worship!

Did you know that the word enthused comes from a Greek work that means “possessed by God”?  Do you feel enthused at this moment while we are discussing God and remembering His blessings for each of us?

Part of the problem in churches today is that the people in them forget to show that they are possessed by God with an enthusiastic spirit.  They sit and listen respectfully to the pastor’s sermon, some are not happy with some of the hymns, some are daydreaming about other things, some are drowsy and trying to stay awake, and some keep checking their watches to see how much longer before worship is over.  This is certainly not the type of a church that would inspire others to want to be a part.

Do you remember when the children of our church brought to worship the hand motions for the Doxology and asked the congregation to learn them?  At first, everyone seemed hesitant and somewhat awkward to doing that, but began learning to raise their hands in thanks to God.  Now it is a part of our praise to Him as we thank Him for all of our blessings.  Have you ever looked around at that time to see the smiles that are on some of our faces?  We have even been so bold to do those hand motions when we have visited other churches.  Sometimes people stare at us but we do them anyway because we are enthused at that moment about God’s blessings to us!

I find that our church and its people rejoice in sharing the love of God with others in many ways.  Some do it quietly with beautiful cards mailed to others to let them know they are remembered.  Others make phone calls. Some bake wonderful goodies to give to others.  Some visit people who are living in nursing homes to let them know they are missed and not forgotten.  Many of us help to prepare delicious food to share with the community of people who come to partake.  Some of our people send emails to others who enjoy being part of the “online” community.  Now we have a wonderful web site to share with those people, where they can read the pastor’s words to us, view church history, read devotions and Bible lessons.

As a faithful and dedicated church people, we are not hesitant to share God’s word with the world around us.  God must be first as our motivation for service with gladness.  This is how we show forth attitudes of gratitude.  We belong to Him.  We are His people…His sheep…His representatives here on earth.  He leads us…He provides for us…guides us…comforts us…protects us…prospers us.  He is the source of all of our blessings.

Has a grumbling, complaining person every really led anyone to God?  When was the last time you told someone what God has done for you?  Be enthused to tell everyone of God’s blessings for your life!  Be just a NOBODY, who tells EVERYBODY, about SOMEBODY, who can save ANYBODY!

Now those are powerful attitudes of gratitude!

PRAY WITH ME:

Holy Father, we come to you with grateful hearts, singing praises of thanksgiving to your Holy name.  We raise our hands on high and exclaim our love for you.  We call out loudly so all will hear how our lives have been blessed by you.  We ask that we might teach others to come to know your love and receive your mighty blessings.  And we pray all these things in the name of your son, Jesus Christ.

Bev’s Beatitudes: Walking with God

 

Walking With God

I have always been a person who needs a place of solitude for a short time each day.  It is the way my soul is calmed and refreshed. 

My favorite place, weather permitting, is in the woods behind my house.  As I walk along, I begin a conversation with God.  Anyone, hearing me, would say, “Wow, that’s one crazy old lady talking to herself!”  I might seem a little batty but there is another voice that is not heard by whomever might be listening.  It is the voice of God.  Yes, God can talk to you if you are willing to hear!

We talk about how things are and He tells me something He’d like me to try to do.  Maybe it’s a reminder to be kind or forgive someone, or just be thankful for the gifts I have received from Him.  I tell Him about my fears and He reminds me that as long as I keep Him in my heart, I do not need to be afraid.

I tell Him about my concerns for my family and He tells me not to give up trying with them.  After all, He hasn’t given up on me though countless times He could have.  Then I express to Him the joy my family also brings to me, and He says, “You are my children and I love you.” 

I always thank Him for the beauty all around me and He says to me, “When you want to talk again, I’ll be here waiting for you.”

PRAY WITH ME:

Father, I am so thankful to be able to share with you my thoughts, knowing that you will listen and not turn away from me.  If I am sad, you will comfort me.  If I am bursting with joy, you will rejoice with me.  I need never feel alone for you are by my side at all times.  Thank you for loving me.    AMEN.

Bev Newbold   

Bev’s Beatitudes: God Cares for His Faithful People

God Cares For His Faithful People

Spring is coming!  Outside my windows, flowers are trying to pop up from the once frozen ground, the birds are congregating around the bird feeder, the red bush in the fields and along the roads is vibrant with its beautiful color, and the trees are starting to birth buds which will soon burst forth in beautiful green leaves.

I may be cooped up inside because I am one of the “older” people, who has been urged not to venture out because of a health condition.  But I can step out on my deck and look around at all the new life beginning to shine forth, and I am reminded that God cares for his faithful people.

When things seem to be shutting down around us right now, the beauty of God’s earth will not.  It will continue to give us the hope of new growth, and the sun will soon offer us warming rays to replace the cold darkness that has been filling our days.  We can smell the freshness of the air and know that God has not left us to go through these difficult times alone.  He will remind us every new day that he is with us always.  We may have to adjust to a new way of living but God will be there guide us.

PRAY WITH ME:

“Almighty God, you have always loved your people, to the very depths of giving your only Son to die for us that we might live a new life with Him.  Help us to remember that even though we must make sacrifices right now, none of them will compare to the one that you made for us.  We are thankful, Lord, for the promise of a new life that is to come to each faithful follower, and we rejoice that you are our God!”  AMEN.

Bev Newbold

Rocky Raccoon and Communion?

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There is a raccoon hiding in a hollowed-out opening in the big maple tree by my deck.  The maple has been there for about seventy-five years and is slowly losing its branches.  I know that it is going to have to be taken down before too much longer as it is a danger to the roof of the house.  But right now, on this very windy day, it is extending a welcoming shelter to the raccoon.

I tossed a piece of stale bread into the opening to the raccoon.  It stared back at me with frightened eyes before bowing its head to eat the bread.

I am reminded of the communion we have with one another.  Sharing bread and a cup of juice connects us in one body together with our Lord, Jesus Christ.  Like the maple tree, Christ shelters us from the winds that blow us off course sometimes.  He brings us back into His Grace when we seek His forgiveness and remember why He sacrificed His body and blood for us.

Such a simple act, eating the bread and drinking from the cup, for such an enormous gift that is given to each of us!

Who would have thought that a little raccoon could have inspired me to remember communion in this fashion?  But then, God does have His way of reminding us of His presence, doesn’t He?

PRAY WITH ME:

Holy Father, we are thankful that we can come to You when we are frightened, seeking the shelter of Your love.  We are strengthened and renewed by the body and the blood of Your Son, Jesus Christ.  Let us remember that by the communion we share with one another and with You, we have been saved!    AMEN.

Bev Newbold

 

Rocky Moves On, And We Must Move With God

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Today I checked the maple tree by the deck to see how my little friend, Rocky Raccoon (that’s what I named him), was doing.  Alas, he has moved on to another safe haven.  Something in his nature must have encouraged him to make that change.

Each of us at one time or another finds it necessary to make changes in the way we live our lives.  Like Rocky, we cannot hide away in “a hole in a tree” indefinitely.  God expects us to think more of doing for others than isolating ourselves in a cozy and comfortable place where we feel safe.

We have His work to do.  We must venture forth in order to care for the needs of others.  What purpose have we served if it is to serve only for our own needs?

Jesus spent his ministry roaming from place to place, spreading the word of God to as many people as possible.  He did not know each day where He might find nourishment or a place of rest.  Yet He did not cease his journeys to teach others about God’s love and salvation.

We must also do the same.  Sharing the word of God with the world around us is the task that God has given to us.  There is no satisfaction in keeping it to ourselves.  Like Jesus, let each of us be willing to freely share the Good News of our love for the Father and His Son.

PRAY WITH ME:

Lord, You have always shown us Your love in the many things You have done for us.  In these times that are so difficult right now, help us to continue to search for ways to let others know that You are there for Your children.  It is a blessing to enlighten others with Your word and Your love.   AMEN.

Bev Newbold