Freedom Depends on Prayer

 

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land. ~II Chronicles 7:14

What do you know about the story of the Pilgrims? I was taught they lived in the Netherlands for a time to escape religious persecution until their children began to be more Dutch than English. I heard about the Speedwell that leaked causing them to return to England and load everything on the Mayflower. I even knew about the Mayflower being blown off course but, not until my children were in school did I begin to learn some of the most miraculous happenings. 

In the midst of a storm more than halfway across the Atlantic, the main crossbeam supporting the mast cracked. The sailors scrambled to prop it up but nothing worked. The Pilgrims began to pray. Mr. Brewster remembered the great iron screw of his printing press (Marshall, Peter; The Light and the Glory. pp118,119). A great iron screw for a printing press? Why would Pilgrims need such a thing? Mr. Brewster brought a printing press to print Bibles, likely copies of the 1599 Geneva Bible. The great iron screw did the job of holding the crossbeam together to get the Mayflower on across the waters. And so begins the voyage to hide Christ's church in the wilderness protected from the persecutions of Europe.  

A long hard winter followed the landing of the Mayflower, but the Indians, who died of disease, left a store of corn. This small stockpile of corn sustained the Pilgrims until spring planting. But they knew nothing of planting in this new world. They knew nothing of hunting and fishing in the vast wilderness. One day an Indian walked into the Pilgrim's village with "Welcome". Welcome? No screams or raised tomahawk? No unknown language? In perfect English he greeted the Pilgrims with "Welcome". (Squanto by Eric Metaxas). Though half the passengers of the Mayflower had died that winter, still God was preserving a people to bring the gospel to the new world and establish the laws that would be the founding document of the US Constitution. That document was the Mayflower Compact. 

Throughout the history of the United States, the hand of God is obvious in times of war and peace. One of the main reasons could be the call to prayer. Washington called the nation to prayer and so did Lincoln.  But since the Supreme Court misconstrued the Constitution to mean freedom from religion instead of freedom of religion, we've been on a downhill slide that goes faster every day. Is all lost? No, President Trump has once again, called us to prayer as a nation.

II Chronicles 7:14 tells us that there is a way out. Not by the device of man but by the power of God. Read the passage again. 

We must humble ourselves, realize we are not in control. 

We must pray and seek God's face. It doesn't take a preacher to pray, just willing people who talk to God with all sincerity. 

We must turn from our wicked ways. What is that? The 10 Commandments say we shall have no other gods before the Lord God. What do we do in place of worship? When was the last time we read our Bibles or attended church, or prayed? Is our language riddled with profanity? It's not just a habit. 

The rest of the verse says, turn and God will listen and heal our land. What needs healing? 

Heavenly Father, our land seems to be almost in collapse, yet you have given us the way of escape. Just as you provided and protected the Pilgrims working miracle after miracle for them, you will do the same for us when we turn from our wicked ways and turn our hearts to you. In Jesus's name. Amen. 

How to Pick Blackberries

 

“Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves. Therefore be wise as serpents and harmless as doves. ~ Matthew 10:16 NKJV

I've picked blackberries since I was a small child. It's worth the scratches for the jam and blackberry cobbler. Every season, someone will admonish me to watch out for snakes, even neighbors driving by will stop and say, "Watch out for snakes." Your experience may be different, but I've never seen a snake in a blackberry patch. I've seen a snake skin hanging in a sapling, but never a live snake. So my wandering mind began to wonder as I picked as to just why in all the brush and pine needles, poison oak and briars have I never seen a snake. It is the perfect habitat. 

I thought, I'm not posing a threat, gently easing into the berry patch. I pick the berries on the outside, then step gently, a little at a time, to the next sticky cane. Then pick and step again. I'm not rushing in like a wild bull stomping and crushing. If there is a snake, he's likely slithering out the other direction as I'm creeping in from the front side. I gather every ripe berry I can reach, turn, and go back out the same way I went in, gingerly picking my way through the briars that have closed in behind me. 

I think that's the way Jesus wants our witnessing to be. Gentle, one step at a time, getting to know the person, not charging into their space with accusations of sin that will send them to hell if they don't repent this minute. Charging in will cause them to throw up a defense, and you might be "bitten". 

James 4:7 says, "Resist the devil, and he will flee from you." How do we resist? Easing into the devil's territory. Gently witnessing with kindness and sympathy. You know, we're sinners too. Your story can have a profound effect on others when given in a harmless, dove-like manner. And be wise, know when it's time to turn and ease out. You may have the opportunity to return to that "berry patch", that conversation on another day. 

Heavenly Father, help us to love others well. Help us show them we care about their lives, their circumstances, as well as, their souls. Help us witness the way you would witness, as wise as serpents but harmless as doves. In Jesus's name. Amen. 

Tadpoles

 

And ye shall teach them your children, speaking of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, when thou liest down, and when thou risest up. Deut.11:19

What child doesn't enjoy a picnic at the pond, wading in and discovering tadpoles, and searching for a paper cup to take home a few swimming memories?

Betsy James perfectly captures not only a child's summer of learning about the frog lifecycle but also discovering her love and understanding of family.

The story is written from Molly's point of view. The reader can hear the child's speech and attitude, and her immaturity in every sentence. Molly has a baby brother. She's just a tad jealous. She wants to be carried. She wants to be held. She also wants to know more about her tadpoles and how they become frogs.

Molly's mom and dad help her care for the tadpoles she brings home from a day at the pond. The reader learns about caring for tadpoles. The illustrator does a great job of incorporating pictures of the frog life cycle with illustrations of the story. Along with the illustrator, Molly creates her own drawings of the tadpole growth.

As Molly's tadpoles grow, so does her little brother Davey. And so does Molly's love for Davey. She holds him up to show him her tadpoles. She helps him begin to learn to walk. Her mom and dad gently lead her in learning about babies by allowing her to watch the tadpoles grow. Her parents also encourage her knowledge and love of nature.

In the end, Molly must release her tadpoles, now frogs, back into the pond. Turning loose of the "babies" she's raised is hard for her and even harder when Davey's enthusiasm causes what seems to be a catastrophe. Mom finds a way to turn a catastrophe into joy. Davey, with Molly's help, has now learned to walk.

I wish I had been that good at parenting. This book will not only help children learn about nature, siblings, and life cycles, but it will help us as parents to understand the stages and reasoning of our littles.

Heavenly Father, help me to not only teach our children about your creation but also to teach them of the love you have for us. Help us train our children daily in your word. Help us show them your loving sacrifice in giving your Son, Jesus, for our sins. In Jesus' name. Amen.