Christmas confession

Today’s Reading: John 18:22-24(NIV)

22 When Jesus said this, one of the officials nearby struck him in the face. “Is this the way you answer the high priest?” he demanded. 23 “If I have said something wrong,” Jesus replied, “testify as to what is wrong. But if I spoke the truth, why did you strike me?” 24 Then Annas sent him, still bound, to Caiaphas the high priest.

Good morning!

Just recently, I heard a Christmas confession. It was not exactly something I wanted or needed to know, but my children had carried this secret around in their back pocket for awhile. A little white lie can burn a hole in your back pocket, just like too much change stretching the fabric and eventually splitting the seam. Have you ever had a hole in your back pocket that couldn’t be repaired?

Our children love Christmas! They knew that all the decorating and baking and housecleaning and Christmas parties would lead to the biggest day of the calendar year – the celebration of Jesus’ birthday! We would bake a birthday cake on Christmas Eve and sing happy birthday to Jesus after sharing the holiday meal. They looked forward to the early morning gift exchange, and had trouble sleeping the night before, eagerly anticipating the gifts they would find underneath the tree. Jeff and I did our best to keep the presents wrapped and tucked away in what we had hoped would be a safe hiding place until the big day, but I guess our hiding places were not fool proof. We learned that our children apparently knew all about our their Christmas presents beforehand, as they would snoop around after school, unwrapping and rewrapping the edges of the wrapping paper, peeking at the labels to see what they may expect to open on Christmas morning.

It never occurred to us that our children knew what they were getting for Christmas before Christmas. They always seemed genuinely surprised and excited, and to some extent, I’m sure they were. Nevertheless, in this monumental Christmas confession, our children, who are now raising children of their own, would tell you that this choice to sneak a peek was the one Christmas memory they have regretted the most. The inner torment of exposing what should have been a joyous surprise, caused them a great deal of pain.

It makes one wonder about the guards who smacked Jesus around that night, as he stood trial before the high priest. Did they realize that the blood that covered their knuckles was the blood that would save them for all eternity? Why did they hit the One whose only crime was to speak the truth in love?

We are all God’s children, and all of us have sinned. There’s not a single person alive who hasn’t said or done something that they now regret. The Father gave us the Way, the Truth and the Life; all wrapped up in a perfect package. It was the gift that we had prayed for for years. Just like the guards that night, we took His gift for granted, accused him of blasphemy, and smacked Him in the face by our own selfishness and pride.

Christmas confessions are always good for the soul. And because we love our children and know that sometimes they are going to make mistakes, we choose to forgive and love them all the more. I really felt sorry for the guilt they carried for years; yet, it did not change my love for them or dissuade me from continuing to give them gifts.

The love of God is priceless, and Christ knew that we would reject His truth, yet He gave it to us anyway. His gift comes with no strings attached. Take some time away from the busyness of this season, to make your Christmas confession to the Lord. He will hear you and forgive you. All you have to do is ask.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

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Parental paparazzi

Today’s Reading: John 18:19-21(NIV)

19 Meanwhile, the high priest questioned Jesus about his disciples and his teaching. 20 “I have spoken openly to the world,” Jesus replied. “I always taught in synagogues or at the temple, where all the Jews come together. I said nothing in secret. 21 Why questions me? Ask those who heard me. Surely they know what I said.”

Good morning!

The parking lot was nearly full when we arrived last night at the Holy Child Elementary School for their annual Christmas program. Icy rain had been falling and the parking lot was slick. We skated into the school’s gymnasium, where hundreds of children were seated, dressed in holiday attire, awaiting their turn on the center stage risers. There were so many people in the gymnasium that all of the seats had been taken. What a turnout on such a cold winter’s night! The children sang their songs and spoke their carefully memorized words to the delight of everyone. Parents and grandparents swarmed the front stage with video cameras, snapping pictures and waving to their wee ones on center stage. This was a memory in the making, and something I will not forget.

They sang carols about the baby Jesus with such a great passion! There was no doubt that they knew the One whom they were singing about. He is the star of the night, and the children knew it! Christ’s joy became the children’s joy, and the presence of the Lord filled the entire auditorium. In one memorable moment, peace on earth had come.

Author James W. Moore published a book entitled, If God Has A Refrigerator, Your Picture Is On It. I believe that we, as parents and grandparents, mirror the image of our parental paparazzi. He loves all His children so much that He keeps our mirrored images mounted before Him all over the walls of heaven. There can be no other explanation for the perfect and holy love in the willing sacrifice of Jesus Christ for the sins of the world. Can you picture His love for you?

That night in the garden, Jesus’ mother Mary waited in trembling and fear. How would she ever be able to let go of the Son she bore at the Father’s request? She wondered why the people could not see Him for who He truly is. This man was the baby she nursed, the child she raised; He was the One she followed. She knew He was the Son of the living God, who came to set the people free from sin and death forever. The only picture taken in the garden was that of a heartbroken mother.

The little children smiled for the cameras. Lights were flashing all over the auditorium, and as the parents took their treasured photographs, the Father, Son and Holy Spirit came and snapped a few everlasting pictures Himself.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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The gift of life

Today’s Reading: John 18:18(NIV)

18 It was cold, and the servants and officials stood around a fire they had made to keep warm. Peter also was standing with them, warming himself.

Good morning!

Winter has arrived in St. Charles, and the temperatures have dropped significantly in the last week. We kept a fire going in the fireplace Saturday to help warm the great room of the parsonage. There is nothing quite like a fire to help us stay warm in the cold of winter.

I received a very special Christmas present yesterday. Each year, I look forward to that special gift. I never know where it will come from or who will give it to me. Somehow, the present seems to catch me unaware until the moment that it happens. Yet, when it does, I recognize both the gift and the giver. I was helping lead worship yesterday at Faith Church. We were participating in a beautiful Christmas carol liturgy, celebrating the remembrance of the Last Supper in Holy Communion. I was holding the tray of juice for those who came forward to receive the communion elements. I bent down to serve a young child, who had come forward with his mother. He took the bread and juice and went to the altar to pray. As the line continued, I felt a tug on my skirt. Looking down, the boy quietly said, “Could I please have some more?” Smiling, I softly said, “You can have as much as you want.” And with that, he took another cup of juice. The heart of child will always ask for more. We can learn from the children. It is possible that he was simply thirsty and hungry. What better food to give him than the eternal food of Jesus Christ? The look on his innocent face and the simplicity of his request warmed my heart on a cold winter’s day. This is the one gift I will cherish throughout the holidays.

As Peter stood outside in the cold, warming himself by the night fire, I wonder if he was thinking back to the last meal he ate with His Master in the Upper Room. Did the bread and wine become real to him in that moment, as he stood in a cold and lonely courtyard, surrounded by strangers, waiting for news of Jesus? Did the Son’s sacrifice prompt Peter to long for yet another taste of everlasting life?

In this cold world, we find our hearts strangely warmed by the power and presence of the Holy Spirit, in the fire and food. Christ invites all of us to the table for more. Where will you find that one perfect Christmas gift? Give the gift of life! Give them Jesus.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Telling the Truth

Today’s Reading: John 18:16b-17 (NIV)

16b The other disciple, who was known to the high priest, came back, spoke to the girl on duty there and brought Peter in. 17 “You are not one of His disciples, are you?” the girl at the door asked Peter. He replied, “I am not.”

Good morning!

Jesus was in hot water and Simon Peter knew it. Thinking that anonymity might be best, he denied being one of Christ’s disciples. This was the man who recognized Jesus as the Son of the Living God, the Messiah. Jesus said that His church would be built upon the Rock solid foundation of Peter. Yet, in the courtyard, the Rock was shaken. Sometimes, that firm foundation we stand on seems to quake underneath our feet. Do you think Peter should have told the truth?

This is a unique distinction between human security and our eternal security promised through Christ. His foundation is firm; Christ’s Word is Truth and He spoke the Truth plainly to Simon Peter and the other disciples. Yet, when Jesus was taken into physical custody, His friends did not want to accept or believe it was true. They were not ready to give up their Lord, and yet, they were terrified they might lose their own lives trying to save His. Earthly security can vanish as quickly as the weather changes. What we have today can be gone tomorrow. Eternal security is the only firm foundation we have to stand on.

Isn’t it ironic that even in the courtyard, Peter had no clue that Jesus was literally saving him with every drop of blood that spilled from His body. Peter could not comprehend the length that God was willing to go in order to preserve his soul and the souls of believers forever.

Sometimes things happen in life that we just don’t understand. There are moments when it seems much easier to cower behind our faith, for fear of offending someone else. We hope and pray for the salvation of our family and friends who are not yet believers; yet, we worry about telling them about Jesus for fear they might reject us. We may find ourselves standing with Simon Peter in the courtyard, confronted by a co-worker or friend, and just like Peter, we may choose to deny the Lord we love by our words, our actions, or sheer apathy.

If you had been in the courtyard that day, waiting for word from the High Priest on the fate of the Master, would you have been willing to openly admit your relationship with the Lord? If someone asked you today about your belief in Jesus Christ, what would you say?

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Waiting outside the door

Today’s Reading: John 18:15-16a (NIV)

15 Simon Peter and another disciple were following Jesus. Because this disciple was known to the high priest, he went with Jesus into the high priest’s courtyard, 16 but Peter had to wait outside at the door.

Good morning!

I enjoy watching my grandchildren learn about different geometrical shapes. One of Granny Deb’s favorite toys is Fisher Price’s Baby’s First Blocks shape sorter cube. On the plastic lid, there are cutouts of various geometric shapes: a square, circle, triangle, rectangle, and oval. Inside the cube are wooden block cutouts in the exact same shape and size. The objective is to find the block that matches the shape on the lid, slipping it into the container. Our grandchildren would sit for long periods of time, trying to figure out why they cannot seem to push a square block through a round hole.

Have you ever felt as if you were the square block, trying to squeeze through a round hole?

While we share a lot of common ground, every human heart has a specific set of identifiers that sets us apart as individuals. We have a name; and it is unique to each of us. We are sometimes classified by our physical attributes; whether we are short or tall, fair or dark skinned, and even our age range places us in specific categories and groupings. We are often recognized by our beliefs and philosophies, the things we say and do, and the way we choose to live out our days. In Missouri, we are culturally categorized by where we graduated from high school, a unique identifier of Midwestern culture. What are some individual attributes that set you apart from the world around you?

Jesus had been arrested and Peter, along with another disciple, presumably John, followed the Lord to the high priest’s courtyard. The unnamed disciple was recognized by the girl on duty, and she let him into the courtyard. Peter got stuck outside the door. The guard did not know who he was.

Sometimes anonymity seems preferable. We look to fade into the faces of the crowd, unrecognized by the ones who may judge us harshly for who we are. We don’t often seem to fit the stereotypical, theological shape that our culture longs to embrace. We stick out like a square peg, trying to slip through a round hole. My grandchildren would tell you that the shape doesn’t fit.

Once Peter was identified as a follower of Christ, he received admission into the high priest’s courtyard. This unwelcome recognition came at a cost to Peter and all who knew him. He wasn’t so sure he wanted everyone to know who he was and whose he was.

Are you waiting outside the doors of faith, hoping someone will recognize you and let you in?

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Preliminary Hearing

Today’s Reading: John 18:13-14 (NIV)

13 They brought Him first to Annas, who was the father-in-law of Caiaphas, the high priest that year. 14 Caiaphas was the one who had advised the Jews that it would be good if one man died for the people.

Good morning!

It wasn’t exactly the preliminary hearing Jesus’ disciples had hoped for. Taken into custody in the middle of the night, Jesus stood before Annas for questioning. Annas had been high priest for nine years, and even though Caiaphas was high priest this year, many considered the election of high priest to be a lifelong vocation. The people looked to Annas because they believed he had a brilliant mind and exercised sound judgment. What in the world was he thinking that night as Jesus was brought before him?

A preliminary hearing is an opportunity to hear evidence brought by a prosecutor, to determine whether and to what extent criminal charges should be filed. The outcome of this hearing sets the tone for the upcoming trial. It determines which court will hear the case, and what evidence will be admitted. In America’s judicial system, the accused is allowed to have legal counsel represent his or her interests at the preliminary hearing. If the accused cannot afford to pay for legal services, free legal counsel is provided.

Did anyone speak for Jesus at this secret lynching? Who could have adequately represented the Lord God Almighty in a human kangaroo court?

Fact-finding questions are asked at the preliminary hearing, to determine if the alleged crime occurred within this court’s jurisdiction, and whether there is probable cause to believe that the defendant actually committed the crime. If the judge determines there is sufficient evidence to believe the defendant did commit the crime, the judge would set a date for arraignment, at which time the defendant could enter his plea of innocent or guilty.

As the sun came up over the Jerusalem that morning, Jesus had already been arrested, arraigned, tried and convicted. At best, this was a total mockery of justice. At least Jesus knew He would not die in vain. The blood He shed for the sins of the world is the same blood that continues to wash and cleanse us today.

If you had been there, what charges would you have leveled against the Son of God in a preliminary hearing? Would you stand up in defense of the Master, or accuse the Lord of blasphemy? Would you have cared enough to get up in the middle of the night to attend the preliminary hearing?

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Unbound

Today’s Reading: John 18:12 (NIV)

12 Then the detachment of soldiers with its commander and the Jewish officials arrested Jesus. They bound Him.

Good morning!

My father gave me a butterfly net when I was a little girl. Whenever we would visit my grandparents’ farm in the early summer, I would take my net and go outside to find the butterflies. Some of the prettiest and most unusual butterflies would end up in the mesh net. I quickly learned that if I grabbed their wings with too much force, I would rip or tear them to pieces. Butterfly wings are extraordinary in texture, color and hue. I did not want to hurt the butterflies; I only wanted to see their wings up close.

The net couldn’t hold them for long. The butterflies would find a way to slip through an opening and fly away. One year, Daddy helped me collect a variety of butterflies and moths to display at my elementary school’s science fair. I placed them in cotton lined coffee cans, punching tiny air holes in the plastic lids so they could breathe. After they adjusted to the surroundings of their enclosed cage, they would stop moving. If I opened the lid to check on them, out they would fly, suddenly and without warning. You see, there are just some things that simply cannot be bound, no matter how hard we try to hold them.

The Roman authorities and the Jewish officials who sought the capture and conviction of Jesus were pleased with their latest conquest. They shackled the Lord, believing they could stop His message and mission. The Roman authorities feared Christ’s popularity among the people. They were blinded to His life’s blood flowing from the Father through the Son to the world. They didn’t know they could not bind the love of God. They did not realize it was God Himself who allowed His own capture that night.

The love of God is a beautiful thing. It is virtually impossible to keep it to yourself. His grace and mercy is the Father’s free gift to all who will believe and receive the Son. It is more beautiful than the butterfly wings hand-crafted by the Master artist. May you experience the Father’s gift of love through the gift of Jesus, and pass it on to someone you know today.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Accept the gift

Today’s Reading: John 18:10-11 (NIV)

10 Then Simon Peter, who had a sword, drew it and struck the high priest’s servant, cutting off his right ear. (The servant’s name was Malchus.) 11 Jesus commanded Peter, “Put your sword away! Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?”

Good morning!

Why did Jesus have to die?

Simon Peter knew what was coming, but he didn’t like it, not even a little bit. I imagine that is why he drew his sword in defense of the Master. Peter is a man with great passion. He cared deeply for the Lord, and for his friends, the men and women he walked beside during the three year mission trip. The Holy Spirit had supernaturally revealed to Peter that Jesus Christ is the Messiah, the Son of the living God. Still, the Master’s words were about to come to fruition. He was going to die, just as He said. Maybe Peter thought he could change the situation with a little diversion. In that moment, Peter would have preferred to die himself rather than watch the Romans take the One He loves. Peter allowed his passion to move ahead of God’s will, and it took him to a place he would rather not be.

I’m sure Peter didn’t know anything about me twenty-one centuries ago. He didn’t know that I would need the Lord to save me from my sin. Jesus said He came for this very purpose; to fulfill the Father’s plan for the salvation of the world. Peter reacted out of fear, when he took his sword and sliced the servant’s ear. He didn’t want the Roman guard to take the Lord away. I don’t blame Peter him for reacting like that. I might have done the exact same thing had I been standing next to Jesus that night in the garden.

Jesus knew that I would need His gift of salvation in 2008. If it were not for His willingness to take my sins upon Himself and endure the agony of the cross, I would have no future; no hope. Jesus came to die for me and He died for you too, and for all who comes after us. The day will come when every knee will bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.

Knowing all this doesn’t make it any easier. Peter, the Rock, took matters into His own hands instead of waiting for the Lord. Sometimes, we can step in the way of God’s master plan. It is time we learn to get out of the way and let God be God.

Why did Jesus have to die? He died to save the world; He died to save you and me. And that, my friends, is the best gift we will ever receive. Will you accept His gift today?

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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New-birth day surprise!

Today’s Reading: John 18:8-9 (NIV)

8 “I told you that I am He,” Jesus answered. “If you are looking for me, then let these men go.” This happened so that the words He had spoken would be fulfilled: “I have not lost one of those you gave me.”

Good morning!

My husband and children surprised me last night with a 50^th birthday party! It came at a time when I least expected it. The Thanksgiving weekend is such a busy time. I can hardly believe they were able to secretly plan and throw a party over the Thanksgiving holiday. When we arrived at the church to supposedly check out a security alarm problem, I had no idea it had been set off by my family and dear friends, who were awaiting my arrival in the church’s fellowship hall. I could hear the coffeehouse music floating through the stairwell, and I wondered what was going on downstairs. It was the first inkling I had that something very special was about to happen. Sometimes, the miracle is standing right in front of us and we have absolutely no idea what it is.

My eighty-six year old mother was there, courtesy of my sister, niece and her fiancé. I couldn’t help but imagine the joy she must have felt knowing her daughter had survived to enjoy her fiftieth birthday. I thanked her for making all of this possible. Our grandchildren were dancing to the music and playing with their cousins. My in-laws were there, sitting next to my sister-in-law, my nieces and nephew, great niece, and some very dear friends whom I have adopted into my extended family. Sister-in-law Gail had forgotten that she had attended my 16^th birthday party thirty-four years ago, in the basement of her family home. Jeff had arranged for our church’s youth group to have a surprise party for me. Gail was my Sunday school teacher then and she and her boyfriend (now husband) Bruce, were our youth group sponsors. I know that we are aging toward perfection, but when I look at my sister-in-law today, I still see that same incredibly youthful spirit in her. Teaching school all these years has certainly kept her heart young.

We feasted on Bandana’s barbecue and a beautifully decorated birthday cake. Colorful balloon sprays and brightly colored party decorations made the fellowship hall a festive place to be. I received my first official red hat! I’ve waited my entire life to be 50. Now I can proudly wear my red hat and purple suit in style! I’m not only a senior in college, but I have crossed over into the world of senior citizen according to the AARP. The next 50 years of my life are going to be absolutely awesome!

Our son Benjamin captured the cake consumption on film. I am told there is blackmail material lurking in these pictures. It is definitely a scrapbook moment. Eighteen-month old Andrew decided not to wait for a fork before he picked up the entire piece of cake with his fingers and began to stuff his mouth. That boy enjoys eating his cake! And I think Andrew has the right objective in mind.

How many times are we surprised by the words of Christ? We read His Word daily, we hear His Word spoken, and yet, He completely surprises us time and time again. Jesus knew that even when we least expected it, He would be there to reclaim the ones He had been given. Jesus knew His presence with them would be misunderstood. While the people may not fully understand now His reason for living and dying, by His perfect sacrifice, the world was about to receive the biggest and best new-birth day surprise of all.

A brand new life is awaiting your arrival. Can you hear the music playing? The redeemed are waiting to welcome you home. Will you choose to open the door of faith and step into your new-birth day surprise?

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Thanksgiving Day

Today’s Reading: John 18:7 (NIV)

7 Again He asked them, “Who is it you want?” And they said, “Jesus of Nazareth.”

Good morning!

Today, America celebrates its Thanksgiving holiday. Parade goers will line the streets of many cities across the nation, embracing this season of light and hope. Yet, there are many who live on the streets of our cities; they have no warm place to sleep, no Thanksgiving meal to eat, and no real place to call home. Where will they find light and hope on a day like today?

Families and friends will gather together around tables full of festive holiday fare. Baked turkey and dressing, ham and potatoes, fresh vegetables and warm baked bread, fresh from the oven, will be the centerpiece of today’s celebration. The aroma of warm pumpkin, pecan and apple pies will fill the air with the sweet fragrance of hearth and home. Not far from America’s shores, there are many who are dying in the streets. Little children are starving, with no real hope for tomorrow. Many people live from day to day in great need. In this season of plenty and of want, what could you personally offer that would make a lasting difference in the life of another?

All of us are looking for someone to fix the catastrophic problems of our world. We long to stabilize an out-of-control economy, restore financial security to the world markets; to stop the wars that plague our nations and destroy human life. We want to feed all of the children, shelter our homeless, and restore human dignity to our elderly and orphans. We are looking for the answer, the hope of our world. Would we recognize Him, even if He were standing right there in front of us?

The Romans were looking for Jesus of Nazareth. There He was, and yet, they could not see Him for who He is. Isn’t it ironic, that the One they were seeking then is the same One we seek today? The answer is right in front of our very eyes, and we cannot see Him for who He truly is.

Who are you looking for on this Thanksgiving holiday? I pray that we will find the hope of our world today.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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In the grip of grace

Today’s Reading: John 18:4-6 (NIV)

4 Jesus, knowing all that was going to happen to him, went out and asked them, “Who is it you want?” 5 “Jesus of Nazareth,” they replied. 6 “I am He,” Jesus said. (And Judas the traitor was standing there with them.)

Good morning!

It must have been a very confusing and frightening moment for the disciples in the olive grove that night. Roman Soldiers came, marching into the garden dressed in full armor, bearing bright fiery torches, and drawn swords. With them was Judas Iscariot, leading the way to the Master. Why was Judas with them? Could he be the Master’s betrayer?

Have you ever trusted someone who is not trustworthy?

There are times when we suffer because we chose to trust another. We risk trusting the people who do not deserve it. A broken trust can occur within family circles, through friendships, and even in the communities where we live and work together. We want to believe that human kindness will ultimately prevail, yet we find ourselves sorely disappointed by the people with whom we’ve invested our life’s blood.

On the surface, we wonder why Jesus, who already knew what was going to happen, hand-picked Judas to be part of his traveling mission team. Was it because He wanted Judas to have every opportunity to make the right choice? Had the Lord somehow hoped that Judas’ hardened heart would melt with true compassion for all? Would he somehow perceive that change did not hinge simply upon the overthrow of an existing government?

Jesus knew that Judas would betray him, as well as all the others. He saw the fear welling up in the disciples’ eyes. He knew and understood their pain. Even knowing what would happen, Jesus showed no remorse. He was fulfilling His Father’s plan; to become the only perfect, living and holy sacrifice for the sins of the world. He knew their fears would soon turn to joy, and the death sentence for humanity would be raised into a new and everlasting life. Jesus was willing to risk it all on the cleansing power of His blood.

Are you willing to risk being hurt for the love of Jesus Christ? Would you choose to love another, even if you knew they might betray you? Would you be willing to forgive their words and actions, and offer them your wholehearted trust and love again? May we find ourselves in the grip of the Father's grace when Christ returns to claim His redeemed.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Carrying a torch

Today’s Reading: John 18:3 (NIV)

3 So Judas came to the grove, guiding a detachment of soldiers and some officials from the chief priests and Pharisees. They were carrying torches, lanterns and weapons.

Good morning!

Gladys Kravitz is the stereotypical nosy neighbor. She was known for her constant ridicule of subdivision neighbors Darrin and Samantha Stevens in the 1960s television situation comedy, Bewitched. Gladys was a character everyone could relate to! I laughed at Gladys each week as she waited by her living room window, snooping on the Stevens family from daylight until dark; trying to figure out just who they were and what they were up to. She could not convince her husband Abner to pay them any attention, even when she pleaded for him to come to the window and see for himself. Gladys carried a torch for the Stevens family. They were obviously different, and somehow, Gladys felt a burning desire to prove that she had been right about them all along.

People carry torches for a lot of different reasons; the most important is to light the way. Torches were used at night especially, so one could see what or who is up ahead. Torches could be used as weapons in the event of a sneak attack. Some carry torches to divert the light from their own lives onto something or someone else. It seems that when it gets just a little too hot, that a nice torch pointed in the opposite direction somehow takes the heat off the torch bearer. Pharisees were pretty good at torch bearing. They loved to point the finger at everyone around them. Do you think it helped them sleep any better at night?

Judas carried a torch for Jesus. Somehow, he thought if Jesus would confront the authorities, that He would rise up, take charge, and begin the ousting of an evil ruler in a military coup. Judas couldn’t understand it, even after Jesus told him that he had come to die. Setting the stage for the Lord’s arrest was one of the worst things Judas ever did. Yet, he thought he was doing it for all the right reasons.

Are you carrying a torch today? If so, who is it for? Does your torch illuminate the path you’re taking, or is it simply designed to divert attention away from you? Do you have a burning desire inside to make a point, to convince others that you were right all along? Take a closer look at the motivation behind your passion and ask yourself this question today: Whom am I trying to serve?

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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The Place

Today’s Reading: John 18:2 (NIV)

2 Now Judas, who betrayed Him, knew the place, because Jesus had often met there with His disciples.

Good morning!

When I was in elementary school, the girls in my class would gather together on the playground during recess in our secret place. We would huddle together underneath the jungle gym, pretending to be Nancy Drew, teenage super sleuth, as we unlocked yet another one of life’s incredible mysteries. No one had to tell us where to meet; we all knew where to find the place. And while we were not invisible to the children playing all around us, they seemingly could not touch us there. We were safe within its shelter. Every summer, when the playground was unusually quiet, I would ride my bicycle to the schoil and sit underneath the jungle gym, remembering the many adventures I shared there with my friends. I always looked forward to our first day back in September, knowing that we would rendezvous’ there, picking up the journey right where we left off last spring.

Jesus knew the olive grove well. It had become a personal refuge; His home away from home. This was where He often went to pray and wait in the Father’s holy presence. Jesus taught His disciples about the Father’s love from underneath the olive branches. It was not uncommon for Christ to spend all night in the olive grove, enjoying sweet communion with His Father. He was safe within its branches, sheltered by a love that would not let Him go.

Judas also knew the place where Christ would be. As a part of the inner circle, He had personally experienced Christ’s unconditional love in the place. Judas watched and waited as Jesus prayed all night long. It was no surprise that he and his lynch men would find the Master there. Whatever possessed Judas to betray His Lord in the place?

Do you know the Way? He is where the noise of this world fades; where real Truth and Life begins. The Savior is waiting for us to return to the place where we are safe, sheltered within the everlasting arms of love. Come with me this morning. Let us find our Lord together, in the place.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Industrial Strength Prayer

Today’s Reading: John 18:1 (NIV)

1 When He had finished praying, Jesus left with His disciples and crossed the Kidron Valley. On the other side there was an olive grove, and He and His disciples went into it.

Good morning!

At 6:30 yesterday morning, I found myself trying to find a comfortable position to lay on the gurney at the outpatient surgery center, where I was waiting as patiently as any patient can to have surgery on my foot. This gurney was more comfortable than most – it seemed to have some padding underneath the fitted sheet, but the angle in which it was raised was giving me a terrible backache. At one point, I looked at my husband and said, “This is simply not working out. I’m ready to go home now.” I really didn’t feel all that nervous about the procedure itself. I was more concerned about the recovery period that would follow. This is a very busy time of year. Thanksgiving is next week and I’m in the final four weeks of my 9-hour cluster at Lindenwood University. My work is also extremely busy right now; I’m so grateful to have a job in the midst of an economic crisis. Yet, I found myself second-guessing whether I had made a wise decision about having this procedure right now. Of course, had I waited, I may not have been able to walk at all. I needed to hear a strengthening prayer from my pastor and spouse, so I asked him to pray. I have been reading a collection of personal testimonies on the power of prayer, and in the book, I stumbled across the phrase, “Industrial strength prayer,” in a piece written by Nancy Chapman Monroe. Her sentiment made perfect sense to me for a moment like this.

Just before Jesus took His disciples through the Kidron Valley, He finished praying what I would coin an “industrial strength” prayer. He had prayed that the Father would be glorified through the Son, and that His disciples and all future believers would believe because of the sacrifice He was about to make for the sins of the world. His Word is timeless. It is one of my favorite prayers printed in Holy Scripture and knowing that Jesus Christ prays for all believers, gives me great hope for the future.

I looked around in the OR as two very kind attendants wheeled my gurney in Suite 3. In a very bright and sterile environment, I paused for a breath prayer just before I was given anesthesia. I could almost see my frozen breath in the air as I whispered these words to my Savior: “Lord Jesus, I want all of you in my life. Come and live in and through me today. May I be fully healed by Your holy presence and miraculous life-giving miracle power. Amen."

This morning, the pain block that I received yesterday in the OR and the anesthesia I had been given has definitely worn off. I know without a doubt that the One who healed me yesterday, who heals me today, and who continually heal me in every tomorrow, is the One whose heart I long to please. This is a holy reassurance that can only come from praying industrial strength prayers.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

Time-out!

Today’s Reading: John 17:25-26 (NIV)

25 [Jesus said,] “Righteous Father, though the world does not know yet, I know you, and they know that you have sent me. 26 I have made you known to them, and will continue to make you known in order that the love you have for me may be in them and that I myself may be in them.”

Good morning!

Throughout the Gospel, we see Jesus taking a break from the crowds and His disciples, just to spend some much needed time away with the Father in holy conversation. The Father’s love for His Son and the Son’s love and obedience to the Father is uncanny. One can see this strong chord of life flowing between the two of them. Have you ever wondered what Jesus and the Father spoke about during their time-away?

Time away is something all of us look forward to. We need to take a break from the busyness and business of our lives for rest, reflection, and recreation. Vacations are never long enough; the time seems to fly quickly by over the holidays. We look forward to the weekend, and anticipate moments spent away from our daily routine. Sometimes, a time-out is best experienced soaking in a candlelight bubble bath, with a good book and some soft music, or maybe out in the middle of woods, where all you hear is the crackling of the leaves crumbling beneath your feet.

Time-outs are often taken on the football field, before fourth down and goal. Children are sent to time-out when they can no longer sit still and listen. Sometimes, we all need to take a little time-out just to refocus our energies and priorities on what is most important in life. Time-out can be a rich blessing; a sweet surprise!

Knowing that Christ spent his time away praying for someone like me is a sweet term of endearment. Jesus prays for me! He knows me by name, and He loves me in spite of the times I chose to live life my way instead of His Way. Jesus cares so much for me that He asked the Father to continually make me aware of His holy presence each day. Jesus does not want me to face time-out all alone. He loves you and me this much, that He would set precious time aside to pray for each of us by name.

Do you need to take a time-out today with the Lord? Jesus is waiting to hear from you. The Father’s arms are opened wide, waiting to receive your praise, thanksgiving, and every care you hold deep within your heart. Take a holy time-out with the Lord. You’ll be glad you did.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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