Sunday, November 16, 2014

Dirty Water

McGee Creek flowed a quarter of a mile from our bus home. My sisters and I carried water by the bucketful to supply our little homestead.

The creek’s appearance changed often. Calm weather meant nearly clear water. If it rained north of us, the water would be brown with thick yellow froth. The pesticides and herbicides from our neighbor’s fields washed into our only source of water.

Our full water buckets sometimes stood a few hours as we waited for the sediment to settle and could skim the oil from the tops. When we could see sand, small pebbles and even tiny shells lying in the bottom, we declared the water safe.

My family’s life depended on that water. We assumed it was clean because it was clear. Looking back, the poisons I ingested daily for nearly a year have never made me ill.

I have questioned my survival from many situations in my life. I believe there is only one answer to my survival. God was active in my life from the beginning.

God had a plan for me. His power protected my mind and my body from the harmful toxins in McGee Creek.

I continue to see God in my daily life. He is with me when I meet a new friend. He holds me when I hurt and laughs with me in joy. Every encouraging word or prayer spoken comes through nail-scarred hands.

“Can clean water and dirty water both flow from the same spring?” (James 3:11 CEV)

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations” (Jerimiah 1:5 NIV).

“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble” (Psalm 46:1 NIV).

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit” (Romans 15:13 NIV).

In Christ,

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Sunday, November 9, 2014

I Don't Know

As a hospital corpsman in the Navy, I worked in many areas of medical care. Part of my job in Aviation Medicine included physical examinations.

Five days a week at six-forty-five AM, the staff and I began evaluating the physical fitness of active duty, reserve and retired men and women.

We checked vital signs, height, weight and visual acuity. Lab techs collected blood and urine specimens. EKG’s and chest x-rays were done.

I pressured myself to learn the guidelines for the multitude of physical examinations performed in the clinic. Different jobs had different requirements.

A pilot’s eyesight had to be greater than that of an air-crewman. An electronics technician couldn’t be colorblind.

As I typed out the summary of each physical, I had to ask my chief the same questions repeatedly.

One day Chief retrieved a copy of the manual for Physical Examination and Standards. He set the four-inch thick book on my desk. He tapped his finger on it and said, “You don’t have to know all the answers. You just have to know where to find them.”

What do we do when we have biblical or faith based questions and we don’t know the answer?

God has made His manual, the Bible, available to many.

Children’s Bibles begin with soft cloth for infants and hard covers change as a child matures. Teens and college-age students have their own styles. Each of us chose the version and format that help us understand the Word of God.

We each have opportunities to study the Bible be it personal, in a small group or an internet broadcast. God encourages us to be strong in our faith, to study and be prepared to help others grow.

“Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who does not need to be ashamed and who correctly handles the word of truth” (2 Timothy 15 NIV).

In Christ,

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Sunday, November 2, 2014

I Barely Spoke

Fear held my heart in a clenched fist when Earl introduced me to his father, Tucker. My past with my own father had already cast a dark shadow over our meeting. 

Tucker, a lawyer and a judge, had the power to tear my life apart. I barely spoke to him.

When I started writing about my childhood, I asked Tucker to read a rough draft. Reading about my father’s attacks baffled him. He said, “I don’t understand how a father could do such things?”

That confession changed how Tucker and I communicated. He was a man my own father’s age who I grew to love.

At some point, I began to call Tucker “Dad”. Earl and I frequently traveled to Memphis, Tennessee, to visit Dad and share a meal with the rest of the family.

I loved Dad and still do. I cherish the memories of talking with him alone. He often called me in the middle of the day just to talk a few minutes. Soon, I found myself thinking of him, and so I’d call him.

I saw Dad three days before God took him home. He held my hand and told me again, “I don’t understand why a father would do what yours did.” He followed with, “I love you, Berta.”

After Earl and I prayed with Dad, I attempted to pull my hand back but Dad held it tight. He wanted to sing before Earl and I left his bedside to go home. He led us in the hymn Blest Be the Tie That Binds.

Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

Dad sealed our relationship through this verse. In the years we had, he touched my heart with the love of an earthly father.

Dad had worried I wouldn’t receive my birthday card before he died. When it came I called him one last time, “Thank you, Dad. I love you.”

Because Tucker loved me with all my history, I believe my Heavenly Father loves me even more.

“Happy All Saints’ Sunday!”

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith” (Hebrews 12:1,2 NIV).

In Christ,

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