Monday, April 30, 2012


Who Put the Vinegar in the Salt?

“You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men”
(Matthew 5:13NIV).

Part VIII: Does Your Church Have Flavor?  

David H. Johnson describes salt as “an active element found naturally in combined form.” Salt is formed by linking two separate elements together, sometimes the unthinkable and unlikely. Common table salt is formed from the union of sodium and Chlorine, a poisonous substance that gives bleach its offensive odor. Yet once combined, the result is a substance that preserves and adds flavor.  
Christ has called believers “the salt of the earth.”
Was he speaking that truth to individuals or to a collective group?
Does he expect that believers will, like sodium and chlorine, disparate yet redeemed, bind together and form a substance that blesses the world? Is Christian unity even possible?


The origins of the word community date back to the Arabic, from the word Umma, sometimes used to describe a collective nation of states. Community is also a way of life in the Israelite tradition. The word for community in Hebrew is, אוּמָה, meaning “a people.”  From its Judaic roots, community also infused the early church. Indeed, Christendom refers to Corpus Christianum, the Christian body…the community of all Christians.
            But does that mean that God intends for believers to become a community exclusive to themselves, developing their own government and way of life? Must we live in isolation of all others in the world to preserve our mutual beliefs? If not, is community more than coming together for an hour on Sunday morning, singing the same songs and bowing in corporate prayer?    
            In Acts 2, the birth of the church came in a mighty way, with fire and passion after a unified seeking of God’s presence, an event so powerful that thousands were added to their number in a single day. The church continued to grow as believers “devoted themselves to teaching, to fellowship and to communion.”

An amazing thing happened. As Christians bonded together, the world tasted the saltiness of their joy, love and peace. Not because they sold everything and lived together. The magnet was in their love for one another. No one was greater than anyone else and together they met each other’s needs. They prayed together and cared for one another. “And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.”
            While most would say that communal living was a first century phenomenon in church development, have we, the body of Christ, His bride and His possession, doused our salt with vinegar in our quest for rugged individualism and prideful promotion of our isms, buildings, suppers, programs, and ministries? Have we pursued uniqueness rather than unity?  Is this part of the reason, the world hates us and wants nothing to do with church people?



How do we get back? By binding together with cords that cannot be brokenMade for the glory of God…Purchased by His precious Son… Born with the right to be clean…For Jesus the victory has won (From the hymn, Bind Us Together). When we focus on Whose we are, our individual egos melt, molding with our fellow believers into a new element, a community rich in flavor, a commodity to be desired.

 “…so in Christ we who are many form one body and each member belongs to all the others” (Romans 12:5 NIV).  

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Love Is Commitment in Action


Who Put the Vinegar in the Salt?
Part XI

“You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men”
(Matthew 5:13NIV).


Morning has broken, and with it comes a familiar aroma. He stands there, gently calling me. When my sleepy eyes begin to focus, he hands me my morning love offering, a cup of steaming hot coffee. I pull myself out of my coma enough to accept his token of affection. The escaping aroma gently foliates my senses, gradually bringing me to useful consciousness.
I am not, never have been, nor will ever be a Morning Glory. My husband, on the other hand, wakes up fully alert and instantly programmable. Rather than ridicule my deficiency, he compensates for it. Truthfully, it is not the coffee that spurs me on for the day. I am awakened by a selfless act of love, a daily reminder of His faithful devotion, the salt in my morning.  
          This kind of love, love in motion, should permeate the body of Christ. Yet, too often churches fall apart because members stand in harsh criticism of one another’s weaknesses, especially when that deficiency means another member must work harder to pull up the slack. “I don’t have time for your grogginess,” we scream at the weaker brother. We quote Scripture and cover them with guilt. We point an accusing finger. “If you were a good Christian, you’d get your own cup of coffee so I can be about doing other things for Christ.” The world sees our inability to love wholeheartedly and views Christianity as tasteless and undesirable.
In 1 Corinthians 13, Paul defines love as patient and kind. It is not envious, boastful, proud, rude, self-seeking, easily angered or calculating. Love protects, trusts, hopes, perseveres and never fails. This is the kind of love Christ desires for the Church. His love extended. Selfless. Unconditional. “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another” (John 13:34 – 35 NIV).
In the children’s classic story, The Velveteen Rabbit, a stuffed toy wants to be real. At first, he sits on the shelf with the other toys. When the boy becomes ill, the rabbit is given to him for companionship. In the course of time, the rabbit shows the impact of wear and tear. His beautiful fur is torn and matted. When the boy’s health improves, the rabbit is tossed aside and forgotten. The rabbit only becomes real through sacrifice.
Unconditional love, the love that Christ extends to us, the love He wants us to extend to others, may sometimes hurt, is sometimes unappreciated, and often quickly forgotten.  Yet love, Christ love, undefiled and pure, dusts the world with flavor. It is what people everywhere hunger for. This love is more than a handshake on Sunday morning. More than a dutiful card shower to a sick friend. Christ love is tested, endures, and is witnessed when a husband brings his unworthy, sleepy-eyed spouse a needed dose of understanding in the form of a cup of coffee.
 “This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers” (1 John 3:16).

Monday, February 13, 2012

Your Life A Legacy

I'm happy to present a guest author today.


A Drama  Queen in Love

A Valentine's Day
Real Love Story

By Joy DeKok
Author of  Your Life A Legacy  

When I became a believer at fifteen, I knew if my dream of marriage was going to come true, the guy  was going to have to believe in Jesus. I wanted him to be good looking and nice to me.

There was this tall, handsome, redhead at church who seemed like an excellent candidate. I was determined he was going to notice me and it was going to take some planning. Our youth group had an ice skating party and although I didn't skate, I knew he had signed up to go, so I was there. I asked a girlfriend to take me and then later to leave me so I'd need a ride home. She was happy to help. He gave me a ride home, a very quiet ride. I wasn't sure if he was a quiet person or didn't like me. I decided to find out.

First on the agenda, wear a blue outfit to church. I knew I looked pretty good in blue. Next, every eyelash had to be in place, because my eyes were my best feature – I reapplied it at least once. (I used a straight pin to separate each lash – this was serious stuff!) Finally, I needed a moment to say just one witty thing. My opportunity came when he opened the door for me after the service. I walked by him and said, "My  numbers in the book." He said, "So is mine." Drat. It worked in some movie or TV show.
At home that evening, I told my parents what I'd said. I remember raised eyebrows and shaking heads. I was certain any chance I had of being Jonathan DeKok's girlfriend were gone. I was seventeen and convinced I'd blown it. Forever. And ever.

When the phone rang the next evening, I was surprised to hear his voice. He asked if he could stop by and show me his new car. My yes was enthusiastic instead of cool, but he didn't seem to mind. I was feeling unprepared, and I asked my mom to keep him company while I got ready.  When I came downstairs hoping to make a "grand entrance" I found her sitting on the arm of the chair Jon was sitting in, and a photo album with my baby pictures in it was on his lap. They were agreeing I'd been a beautiful baby.

He took me for a short drive in his 1970 Dodge Charger 500. It was metallic blue with a white Landau roof, and glass packs – you know the things that make the sound "blub, blub, blub" when a car is going slow or idling. The whole neighborhood knew when he was on his way to pick me up. That delighted me.  I imagined them saying, "There goes Joy's boyfriend."

There were a few months as a couple, then a break-up, a short engagement, and finally, a New Year's Day wedding a month after my nineteenth birthday.

That was thirty-five years ago. He admits he was surprised by my dramatic line, but says he was also glad to have the invitation so clearly stated. The Dodge Charger is long gone, but he's still taking me for rides, and one of the best things: the number in the book is ours.




Friday, January 20, 2012

Biking With God


This poem was shared by a writer Marianne Evans who reports she was unable to find the author of this poem but believes it was written somewhere between 1910-1950. 

Thanks to whomever wrote these words. They still speak today. 

A Bike Ride With God
 
When I first met Christ
It seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride,
But it was a tandem bike,
And I noticed that Christ
Was in the back helping me pedal.

I don't know just when it was that
He suggested we change places,
But life has not been the same since.

When I had control, I knew the way,
It was rather boring, but predictable...
It was the shortest distance between two points.  

But when He took the lead,                                                  
He knew delightful long cuts,
Up mountains, and through rocky places,
At breakneck speeds,
It was all I could do to hang on!
Even though it looked like madness,
He said, "Pedal"
 
I was worried and anxious. I asked,
"Where are you taking me?"
He laughed and didn't answer,
And I started to learn to trust.

I forgot my boring life                                                    
And entered into the adventure.
And when I'd say, "I'm scared,"
He'd lean back and touch my hand.

He took me to people with gifts that I needed.
Gifts of healing, acceptance, and joy.
He said, "Give the gifts away;
They're extra baggage, too much weight."

So I did, I gave them to the people we met,
And I found that in giving I received,
And still our burden was light.

I did not trust Him, at first, In control of my life.
I thought He'd wreck it;
But He knows bike secrets,
Knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners,
Knows how to jump to clear high rocks,
Knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.

And I am learning to shut up
and pedal in the strangest places,
And I'm beginning to enjoy the view
And the cool breeze on my face
With my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.

And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore,
He just smiles and says...
 
"Pedal."

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Help For An Opinionated, Stubborn Woman

I am pleased to present an article by Author Nike Chillemi.


Hebrews 12:15 See to it that no one comes short of the grace of God ; that no root of bitterness springing up causes trouble, and by it many be defiled...

In the second novel in the Sanctuary Point series, GOODBYE NOEL, heroine Katrina Lenart has been called the most attractive young woman in the village. But she has one big problem, she's opinionated and stubborn. In fact, at one point, she wants to push hero Ian Daltry, the stalwart village detective, into a snow bank. I thought I'd write a devotional tailored to Katrina's needs...and to my needs as I've been known to be opinionated and stubborn. I also have a few friends who might benefit as well.
In our lives, we face many difficult situations. My husband and I were foster parents early in our marriage and those two precious little girls came to us filled with anger, disappointment, and hurt. Later in our marriage, we adopted our daughters and they came with their own resentment, a number of remedial issues, and a few deep wounds. I had a choice to make in each situation with my foster daughters and with my adopted daughters. I could get bitter about the hand these children had been dealt, or I could get over it and help these girls move on and heal.
I wish I could say I handled every situation perfectly, but that's not the case. I stumbled and bumbled through raising these girls, making many mistakes. Yes, and as some of my dearest writer friends know, sometimes I complained bitterly. However, with the love and support of my husband and of many friends, I didn't stay bitter. I prayed, sought wise counsel, cried on many shoulders, and got on with raising these girls as best I could, knowing I was far from the perfect parent. But I was the mother God had placed in their lives. I had a job to do and I did it. I've been called at times, a funny lady. I used humor more than once in real life to defeat bitterness.
I've also used humor in my novels as momentary relief from the mounting tension in a thriller. Of course, in a romantic thriller, the suspense comes back and with a vengeance. I'd like to give an excerpt that provides a glimpse into Katrina Lenart's stubborn personality.


GOODBYE NOEL, Chapt 5, scene 1  
Long Island, New York
Late December, 1946

Katrina wanted to throw Detective Daltry into a snow bank. The nerve of him, barging into their house twice in two days, demanding she bundle the baby up and take him into the cold. How could that man not recall their harrowing, nighttime drive through the storm of the decade? She tossed her hair back over her shoulder, and with great difficulty held her tongue.
Momma apparently had no such reservations. "Detective, what you are doing is very wrong."
Katrina came up beside her mother, to show a united front. "This is outrageous." Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest. She hated the tone of her voice, but this baby wasn't a ping-pong ball to be batted back and forth as the detective moved forward with his murder case.
He ignored her and continued addressing her mother.
"I'm sorry, ma'am." He removed his fedora. "Chief Ferguson has already made the necessary phone calls and arrangements have been made. I must take Leslie Janos Bauer with me to the home of his aunt in Bay Shore. The chief would prefer your daughter come along in an official capacity as a nurse. It's up to her, but I have to take the baby."
Momma's face flushed beet-red, a sure sign she'd become enraged. "This is not good for him… this hustle from place to place."
"With all due respect, ma'am, a child belongs with his family, if at all possible." The detective took a step toward Katrina. "Now, will you please fetch the baby." It wasn't a request.
Katrina made sure she stood tall. "Yes, I'll get Leslie." She clenched her fists at her side and jutted her chin. "This is disgraceful. You are using this infant to solve your murder case. Perhaps your own tragic life experience clouds your judgment?"
His mouth fell open and he took a step back.
"If you have it within your heart, give me one minute. I'll get him ready and get my coat and boots on." Without giving him a chance to reply, Katrina turned and stormed up the stairs.
Leslie lay sleeping in the baby-doll cradle Poppa had made for her when she was a little girl. Poppa had that kind of talent. He could make anything. In her heart she knew, he'd figured it would be her baby's bassinet. At least now, it had a real purpose. She ran a finger over the hand carved leaves in the headboard.
"Milachku, time to wake up." She took the infant into her arms inhaling the smell of baby, sweeter than the most expensive imported perfume.
Leslie yawned and she snuggled her nose in the soft folds of skin between his head and shoulder, kissing his neck. He cooed, so safe in her arms.
She brought him to her heart, holding him, rocking him and spoke softly to her reflection in the mirror above her bureau. "Fat chance I'll ever walk down the aisle or have a family of my own with the man shortage since the war." Something deep in the core of her female-self rebelled, a throbbing turbulence, from which deep hunger erupted.
She stroked Leslie's cheek and made a funny face. The softness of his skin melted her heart. 
He smiled at her and kicked.
"I'm so sorry. I promised I'd protect you and I can't." She forced a smile and made clucking noises.
He grabbed her hair and yanked.
"Ouch." She laughed, removing strands of her hair from his little fist.
A tear escaped and ran down the side of her cheek. "I can do this." She lifted her chin, sucked in a long breath, wrapped Leslie in a heavy quilt, and picked up his tote bag.


Nike Chillemi has been called a crime fictionista due to her passion for crime fiction. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) and the Edgy Christian Fiction Lovers (Ning). She was an Inspy Awards 2010 judge in the Suspense/Thriller/Mystery category and a judge in the 2011 Carol Awards in the suspense, mystery, and romantic suspense categories. She is the founding board member of the Grace Awards, a reader's choice awards for excellence in Christian fiction. She writes monthly book reviews for The Christian Pulse online magazine. Burning Hearts is the first book in the crime wave that is sweeping the south shore of Long Island in The Sanctuary Point series.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Faith Can Still Move Mountains


Who Put the Vinegar in the Salt?
Part X: 
“You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men”
(Matthew 5:13NIV).



“Just have a little Faith.” How often have we been challenged with these words? What is Faith and why is it so hard?

The Bible defines Faith as “being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see” (Hebrews 11; 1 & 2). The heroes of old gauged their actions on promises yet to be fulfilled, even some that did not find fulfillment within their lifetime. 

Has the church today lost the passion to follow after something promised yet not yet seen? Are there no more believers like Elijah, who challenged the prophets of Baal on Mount Carmel? Or are we like the Israelites, who having clearly seen the cloud before us, continue to cave at the first sign of trouble? Is it any wonder the world views Christianity as ineffective when those who are called by His name turn tail and run?

If we don’t learn to trust God in the morning, how will we trust Him in the night?

            Faith is a living thing. Few believers start out ready to venture across the Red Sea. But God grows our Faith through the mundane as well as the miraculous. When difficulty arises, we can either step out on dry land or we can turn back to Egypt. The choice is ours. But the sooner we follow the lifestyle of Faith, the easier it becomes to trust.

Here are a few modern day Faith heroes. 

By Faith, a mother watched her doubtful child release a balloon containing their address into the air. “No one will find this,” the child said. The mother encouraged her to have a little Faith. A few days later they received a note. Their balloon was found wedged in a fence one hundred miles away. Whenever doubt comes, the mother holds to the memory of that balloon and trusts in the God of the unknown.

            By Faith, a husband obeyed God’s call to start his own business, in spite of the financial risk, not knowing how the mortgage would get paid. God provided and the couple learned that He is the source of their daily bread.

            By Faith, Peggy, who knew nothing about computers, followed God’s direction to become a writer. She is amazed at how God has used her words in spite of her limitations.

By Faith, K&D, enrolled an estranged couple in a retreat and transported them to the event. Because of their Faith, a marriage was saved.

By Faith, after the deaths of a daughter and a mother within a two-year time span, a woman gave her grief over to God, finding comfort the world could never have provided.  

By Faith, a wife prayed for her husband’s salvation. Through her surgery, God spoke to him, drawing him into saving Grace.  

By Faith, Martha journeyed through the valley of cancer discovering the peace of God that transcends all understanding.

These modern-day Faith heroes planted their Faith in an unfailing God and the resulting harvest far exceeded their expectations. We can choose to doubt or we can choose to believe. But if we choose to believe, Faith can still move mountains.

“I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you” (Matthew 17:20b NIV).  

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Song of Peace


I wrote this poem the day God called me to write for Him. Eleven years to the day later, I received the call for a contract on The Other Side of Darkness, the title the Editor picked...not knowing about this poem. My original title was Dawn's Hope.




Praise the Lord most when
you cannot sing
Though broken, you are
beautiful  

Praise the Lord when Hope
seems foolish
There is light on the other
side of darkness

Praise the Lord and believe
His goodness

Look at His creations and
give Him praise
for the stars shine
brightest in the night

Though defeat seems imminent
Praise Him still
Praise  Him though sorrow
seems endless
The vast Horizon meets the
sky undefined yet limitless

Your Deliverer hears
He will lift you High above
the troublesome sea

This is the Song of Peace



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