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Summing It Up

Let’s pretend that a poll is taken in the city or neighborhood in which you live.  The question asked each person who lives near you is, “What do you know of (place your name here)?”  What would the consensus be? 

She’s so…

  • Sweet!
  • Crabby!
  • Unpredictable.
  • Thoughtful.
  • like Christ.
  • negative!!!
  • godly.

Whether we realize it or not, people really do know what we’re like, and they could probably sum it up in one word.  In the sweet story of Ruth, we remember that Ruth, her mother-in-law, and sister-in-law had all lost their husbands.  Ruth’s love for her mother-in-law drives her to return to Bethlehem to be near Naomi,  and to be enabled to worship Naomi’s God. 

As Ruth gleans in the field of Boaz, he addresses her and tells her what people knew of her.  In Ruth 3:11 Boaz says, “all the city of my people doth know that thou art a virtuous woman.”  How did they know that?  Ruth hadn’t been in Bethlehem for very long.  Ruth 2 says,

Then said Boaz unto his servant that was set over the reapers, Whose damsel is this? And the servant that was set over the reapers answered and said, It is the Moabitish damsel that came back with Naomi out of the country of Moab: And she said, I pray you, let me glean and gather after the reapers among the sheaves: so she came, and hath continued even from the morning until now, that she tarried a little in the house. Then she fell on her face, and bowed herself to the ground, and said unto him, Why have I found grace in thine eyes, that thou shouldest take knowledge of me, seeing I am a stranger? And Boaz answered and said unto her, It hath fully been shewed me, all that thou hast done unto thy mother in law since the death of thine husband: and how thou hast left thy father and thy mother, and the land of thy nativity, and art come unto a people which thou knewest not heretofore.

  1. They saw how she treated others.  Ruth was the “new kid on the job” when she came to glean in the field.  She put others before herself and acted in humility.  Do you treat others with respect and preference?  Do you humble yourself to be taught by others who have more experience than you?
  2. They saw that we was a hard worker. She worked from morning until evening, “tarrying little in the house.”  She didn’t take long breaks.  She knew there was work to do, and she stayed after it in order to make the most of her day.  Are you thankful for the work you have to do, or do you complain about it?  I’m not just referring to your job outside of the home, but what about housework, laundry and meals?  Are your responsibilities taken care of with joy – or griping? If you do work outside the home, do you linger too long on break?  Do you come in late?  Do you take privileges you shouldn’t? 
  3. They saw how she treated Naomi. There was love, tenderness, kindness, thoughtfulness, and humility. Hmmm, a good lesson for all of us who have a mother-in-law. We married her son. She gave us a precious gift! Are we thoughtful of her? When was the last time you suggested that your husband take his mom out for breakfast or lunch? She’d love to have him all to herself for a little while.Even if she lives out of town, encourage him to call and just talk with her. Do you remember her birthday, because your husband probably wouldn’t? If she’s up in years, do you care for her needs as much as possible? Perhaps just treating her the way you would want your daughter-in-law to treat you will help you respond to her with a special kind of love.

There are so many wonderful lessons in the book of Ruth, but stopping to think about our own reputation could change the way we spend today.  Take a moment and consider the way you treat others, your work ethic, and the way you treat your mother-in-law.  What improvements do you need to ask the Lord to help you make today?  May all in the city know that we are virtuous women.

Written with love,

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What’s Cookin’ in the Parsonage?

Church dinners make it really hard to know what to cook for Sunday dinner!  We have so many wonderful cooks in our church, and so many of the ladies bring their specialty dishes to each dinner.  Me?  I’m still on the lookout for something better than I’ve made in the past, and so I make a new recipe instead.  Crazy, I know.  That’s just me.

So, for the big dinner celebrating the 55th anniversary of our church, I made a new roll recipe, a new green bean casserole, a new rice dish, and a new dessert.  The rice dish was just okay…I need to tweak it a bit.  Every recipe can’t be a winner, right?  It is kind of embarrassing to take a failed dish to a church dinner, but hey, no one knows who brought it, so I guess I’m safe (or I was until I posted this on the Internet!)  However, the other things were worthy of sharing with you…especially the simple and chocolaty dessert, but first comes the healthy stuff!  =)

Who doesn’t love a pocketbook…especially when it comes in the form of bread?  I found this recipe in Southern Living…

Come closer…

The dough can be made up to 24 hours in advance, then rolled out the next day.  I love that!  That cuts down on your work time when it’s time to bake them.  These are a nice little roll, fluffy and yeast flavored.  An amateur bread maker could tackle this recipe easily.  They make about 4 dozen, so if you’re feeding a crowd for Thanksgiving, these would make plenty!

The Green Bean Casserole was also in the new issue of Southern Living.  It’s a lightened up version of the traditional green bean casserole.  Instead of using Cream of Mushroom soup, you make up a white sauce with a few surprise ingredients added.  It’s very good!  If you like the southern style green beans, I would suggest using canned French-style green beans instead of the fresh.  A topping of Panko bread crumbs and the French fried onions give a nice little crunch on top. 

Okay, you’ve read through the other recipes; it’s time to introduce you to the most simple and yummy Fudge Pie!  I’ve had the cookbook this recipe was in forever, and had never tried this until Saturday.  Wow.  This recipe will be my new go-to dessert when I need something made up very quickly!  It mixes up in one pan in under 5 minutes – I’m not kidding.  It bakes for 25 minutes.  I worried that I had over baked it, but the inside was nice and gooey – like fudge!  Yes, please. 

Fudge Pie

1 stick margarine
1 square chocolate or 1/4 C cocoa
1 C sugar
2 well-beaten eggs
1/2 C flour (heaping)
1 tsp vanilla
In saucepan melt margarine and chocolate.  Add remaining ingredients and pour mixture into greased pie pan.  Sprinkle with 1/2 C chopped nuts.  Bake at 325 for 25 minutes.  Easily frozen.
This would be good served warm with a scoop of ice cream, or Cool Whip, as pictured. 
You need to try this!  Seriously.
What’s been cooking in your kitchen, friends?  I’d love to hear.  Have you had any failures, like my rice?  Any successes?  Do tell.

From my parsonage kitchen,

Refreshment in marriage

Freshen Up Friday

I wonder how many weddings will take place tonight?  With a date like 11/11/11 you know lots of gals jumped at the chance to have that as their wedding date!  I mean, seriously, what husband could forget that anniversary?  =)

Why not do something special with these numbers today that will refresh your marriage? 

  • Eleven kisses at eleven o’clock
  • Eleven notes tucked around the house declaring your love and respect for your husband
  • Compare him to the Apollo 11
  • Make a list of 11 reasons why you couldn’t live without him!
  • Make an acrostic – Write out “Eleven” and use each letter to describe things you love about him

This may seem trite, but it’s the little things that we do each day that keep our marriages fun, bring in the unexpected, and make it better than it was yesterday!  Refresh your marriage eleven times over!

 If you come up with a clever idea, please tell us about it here on the Comments!

See you in church!

Be refreshed,

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The Gift of the Church

This Sunday my church, Boones Creek Bible Church, will be celebrating its 55th anniversary.  To God be the glory, great things He hath done!  While I was in Nova Scotia last weekend, I learned in a much greater way how very blessed I am to have my church.  I’ve always loved it and been thankful for it, but I learned that not everyone has a church like mine.

My church has two full-time pastors on its staff.  We own our own building and are completely out of debt.  Our Sunday services begin with Sunday school for ages 2 on up, with a well-staffed nursery for the younger ones.  Following Sunday school, we meet for worship, where a pianist, organist, orchestra and choir will accompany us as we sing, and will also participate in special music.  My pastor/husband will preach in the main auditorium after the little ones are dismissed to children’s church where workers will teach them the Word of God on their level of understanding.  After a powerful message from the Word, we will be dismissed for the morning and look forward to returning that night where we’ll hear another message from the Word. Tuesday nights offer the opportunity to CARE for others by means of a visit, phone call or card.  Wednesday night we come together for a time of testimonies, songs, and encouragement from the Bible.  The children will work on their lessons in Frontline Clubs and be taught  “how to love and live the Bible.”  Some of our men will gather on Thursday night to play basketball in our gymnasium.  This is for fellowship, exercises and evangelism.  Once a month, the ladies meet for Bible study and fellowship.  Often the Sunday school classes meet during the week for fun and fellowship.  If a person took advantage of every service opportunity, in a month’s time they could have met at the church at least 20 times to hear the Word and grow!

Many of the ladies that attended the ladies’ retreat in Nova Scotia came from very small churches.  There are not enough people to support a pastor full-time.  Sometimes that means a church will go without a pastor for long periods of time, while they’re praying for a man that is willing to come.  I heard of one church that closed its doors during the summer months because there would only be 2 or 3 gathering during the vacation season – not enough people to merit them meeting.  These ladies were so hungry for fellowship and the teaching of God’s Word.  They are very aware what a treasure these things are and they came with hungry hearts to hear and receive everything they could during those 24 hours together.

Do we really love our church like that, as well as the opportunities we have to meet together?  How easy it is to make excuses and stay home, or to let things that aren’t of equal significance to hinder us from meeting in God’s house when we need to be there!  Often, good pastors get discouraged because their own people, people who are God’s children, do not avail themselves to the rich blessing of their own home church.

Last Sunday night after arriving home from Nova Scotia late that afternoon, I walked in Boones Creek Bible Church with a much deeper appreciation for that which God has blessed us.  As I stand in our Anniversary service this Sunday and we sing, “To God Be the Glory,” I will be thinking of those little churches in Canada that long just to have a pastor and fellowship around the Word.  As I thank God for my church, I will be praying for theirs.

What do you love about your church?  Are you availing yourself to its ministries and faithfully attending?  If not, ask God to help you see what a gift it is, and get back into it this weekend!

With love,

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A Peek Inside the Parsonage

Yesterday I wrote these words in my praise journal:


Home, sweet home. I loved getting settled back in yesterday; unpacking, straightening, cleaning, nesting. I love my home; this place that Dale and I share together. It is a safe haven from the world and we love being here together.

After just returning from a trip by myself to Halifax, Nova Scotia, it may sound funny when I tell you this, but I am very much a home body.  However, I never want to get so comfortable here that I cannot pry myself away and go and serve my God.  I want my life to count for Christ, and that will require ministry outside these parsonage doors. 
 
It would be very easy for me to nestle into my  home and busy myself every day doing what I wrote in my journal…and loving every minute of it.  But there’s a world out there that needs the Gospel.  There are people – Christians and non-Christians alike that I could serve.  That will not happen if I stay comfortable.  So, this past weekend I packed my suitcase and headed to Halifax, where I had the rich privilege of speaking to a group of women who gathered for a ladies’ retreat.  First however, came the trip that would take me to the camp…
 
We rose at 2:00 am so that we could make the hour trip to the airport and get there an hour before my flight left Asheville at 5:30.  God’s grace was evident even in this, giving us strength to not only rise so early, but to also feel good while doing it!  My first flight was a quick one that took me to Charlotte, my favorite airport.  After a relatively short layover I headed to Newark Airport.  All I can say is, “Wow.”  I felt like Dorothy on Wizard of Oz – “Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore!”  It is a huge airport!  People, ground trams and air buses were everywhere.  The Lord is always my traveling companion.  I am so aware of His presence, guiding me, comforting me, and getting me from Point A to Point B.  I found my next gate and seated myself, armed with reading material to occupy myself until my next flight left. 

As I was seated on an aisle, I was distracted from my reading with the people who were passing or waiting on their flights.  My heart broke with a truth that was lived out in front of me –the people of today are absolutely consumed with this world and have no heart for God.   I don’t want to sound like Elijah who thought that no one but him was serving God, but all I observed were people absorbed with everything this world has to offer. 

I watched one young family with two children come to be seated at the gate.  The father got on his cell phone to (loudly) call his buddy, who was obviously taking care of their dog, as well as his business.  Cursing words and ugly statements came from his mouth.  His two sons were treated, I’m sure, with far less respect and love than the dog he left in the care of his friend.  A group of young people had joined me on the air bus earlier when I was making my way to my terminal.  Their words and actions were that of people who had been blinded by the god of this world.  They are caught up in the snares, and cares of this world’s system.  Others rushed past my seat, headsets firmly in place, or cell phones buzzing and ringing, calling for their attention, and adding to the “noise in their soul.” 

I’m not suggesting that there’s anything wrong with devices such as I’ve mentioned, but when they become a means, not of communication, but of distraction, it takes our hearts away from the God who loves us and desires to have a relationship with us.   I sat and wiped away the tears that came to my eyes as I watched scores of people pass, who needed the Light of the World in their dark hearts. 

God did give me some opportunities to share that Light with some, and I thank Him, but there are so many that are unreached, and I’m afraid I’ve been so guilty of being too comfortable to reach out and give them hope for their darkness. 

I love my parsonage home, but I pray He never lets me forget the faces of those that passed me that need to hear the Gospel.  Their hearing will only come by me getting out of my comfortable place and stepping into the world where they are.  They aren’t just in big cities at busy airports  – they are in the houses across the street, they shop at my grocery store and I meet them in the quiet library.  One is seated in the doctor’s office where I wait and another stands behind the teller window at our bank.   I must step out of my “Home sweet home” and minister to the “World, lost world.”

For whom are you burdened?  Are you willing to get a little uncomfortable and reach out to the lost that are around you?  May we be willing to reach outside our own door and rescue the perishing.

From my parsonage window,