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The Gates of Hell

  Driving home the other night, a brilliant coral-pink sunset lined the western horizon. As my eyes drifted upward, the coral melded into a radiant teal-blue. To the south, grayish clouds swiped the sky as though a painter’s brush stroked a canvas. To the north, a straight line of speckled clouds marched across the heavens, and in my imagination, they were birds flying south for the winter. Closer to earth, trees appeared as silhouettes against the vibrant coral being swallowed up by deepening blue. Soon the “birds” dissipated, and one lone star emerged, glimmering like a tiny diamond.   A flash of awe struck me—my God is the Painter, and this is His handiwork. I let go of the day’s turmoil and just gloried in His greatness. How amazing such a small, ordinary thing can, in a moment, transport me into God’s presence and cause spontaneous worship.   I wish this would happen to all humans, yet sadly, not everyone who sees this beauty understands the majesty of its Creator. I mea

Blessed Are Your Eyes

Ignorance is bliss. What do I mean? Well, my eyes see so much corruption in our world, and I wish I could return to a time when I didn’t see it. A time of innocence when I walked around with rose-colored glasses thinking we all had a bright and rosy future.   But those days are long past, and my eyes do see.   Still, not all see what I see. So, why can’t many see our overreaching government preparing us to accept Antichrist and his mark? Do I see these things because I’m a fanatic—too focused on Bible prophecy and not enough on the love of Jesus? Maybe, but then again, maybe not.   As Jesus walked this earth, He spoke in parables. [1] When His disciples asked Him why, He answered, “Because it has been given to you to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it has not been given . For whoever has, to him more will be given , and he will have abundance; but whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken away from him. Therefore, I speak to them in par

When God Says No

  Is it inherent for sinful humans to hate the answer NO ?   God has often answered YES to my prayers, but even with His indwelling Holy Spirit, it’s when He answers NO that I struggle. Like with our nation. I prayed long and hard for things to get better. And in some small ways, they do seem better, yet even more evil has come down the pike—because God answered NO . Reluctantly, I learned to live with His decision—I wasn’t happy—but the prayer wasn’t exactly personal either. I blew out a sigh, shrugged my shoulders, and my heart settled with this—God is in control.   And then came the past two weeks. I prayed fervently for my granddaughter, Jayne. She’s a ballerina who pulled a muscle at a crucial time in her training. This may not sound like a worthy prayer, but when God said NO , I felt like a child in a department store who doesn’t get the toy. So, I did what any self-respecting kid would do—I threw a temper tantrum.   My mind knows God will bring good out of this s

The Gospel Paradox

  Have you ever thought of the Gospel as a paradox—a statement that seems to contradict itself?   In Sunday school, we are studying the book of Matthew, and one verse, in particular, jumped out. Jesus said, “All things have been delivered to Me by My Father, and no one knows the Son except the Father. Nor does anyone know the Father except the Son, and the one to whom the Son wills to reveal Him .” [1]   Hmm… only Jesus truly knows the Father, and He alone chooses those to whom He will reveal Him ?   Immediately, God’s Holy Spirit flooded my mind with accompanying Scripture. John 6:44 came first. “No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent Me draws him , and I will raise him up at the last day.”   Wait…No one can come to Jesus unless the Father draws him. But no one can know the Father unless the Son reveals Him? A paradox , right?   But it continues because, in the very next verse, Jesus said, “It is written in the prophets, ‘ And they shall all be taug

Whatever Happened to Live and Let Live?

         I’ve always loved the movie The Hiding Place —Hollywood’s version of the life of Christian author and speaker Corrie Ten Boom and her family. The Ten Boom’s were arrested for hiding and helping Jews during the German occupation of Holland in World War II. Betrayed by Hollanders who prided themselves in obeying German law, the Ten Boom family spent several years in concentration camps. God graciously rescued Corrie, but most of her family died there.         More recently, I found another movie, The Zookeeper’s Wife , a true account of Antonina and Jan Zabinski, who also hid Jews when the Germans occupied Poland. Yad Vashem in Israel aptly recognized them with the “Righteous Among The Nations” honor.          I love Israel. And it breaks my heart to see the unquenched resurgence of anti-Semitism in New York City. Or to be reminded of Jews suffering at the hands of pure evil—Hitler and his Nazi regime.        But lest we forget, Hitler’s rise to power was slow at fir